Romeo and Juliet Lord Capulet Baltimore Shakespeare Factory Summer with Shakespeare Lines

Act 1 Scene 1After (Tybalt)What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:Have at thee, coward! What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!
Act 1 Scene 2First line But Montague is bound as well as I,and ’tis not hard, I think,For men so old as we to keep the peace.
Act 1 Scene 2After (Paris)Of honorable reckoning are you both;But now, my lord, what say you to my suit? My child is yet a stranger in the world;She hat not seen the change of fourteen years,Let two more summers wither in their pride,Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.
Act 1 Scene 2After (Paris)Younger than she are happy mothers made. Woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,My will is to her consent but a part.This night I hold an old accustom’d feast,Whereto I have invited many a guest,Such as I love; and you, among the store,Once more, most welcome, makes my number more.(To Servant)Go, sirrah, find those persons outWhose names are written there, and to them say,My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
Act 1 Scene 5First line Welcome, gentlemen!Ah ha, my mistresses! Which of you allWill now deny to dance? She that makes dainty,She I’ll swear, bath corns.You are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians, play.A hall, a hall! Give room! And foot it, girls.
Act 1 Scene 5After (Tybalt)This, by his voice, should be a Montague.Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave come hither? Why, how now, kinsman! Wherefore storm you so?
Act 1 Scene 5After (Tybalt)Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,A villain that is hither come in spite,To scorn at our solemnity this night. Young Romeo is it?
Act 1 Scene 5After (Tybalt)’Tis he, that villain Romeo. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;He bears him like a portly gentleman;Therefore be patient, take no note of him.
Act 1 Scene 5After (Tybalt)I’ll not endure him. He shall be endured” Am I the master here, or you?
Act 1 Scene 5After (Tybalt)Why, uncle, ’tis a shame. Go to, go to; You are a saucy boy.Be quiet, or I’ll make you quiet.
Act 1 Scene 5After (Romeo)Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest. I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.More torches here! Come on then, let’s to bed.
Act 3 Scene 4First line Thinks have fall’n out, sir, so unluckily,That we have had no time to move our daughter.
Act 3 Scene 4After (Lady Capulet)I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;To-night she is mew’d up to her heaviness. Sir Paris, I think she will be ruled by me.Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;Acquaint her here of my son Paris’ love;And bid her on Thursday nextShe shall be married to this noble earl.
Act 3 Scene 4After (Paris)My lord, I would that Thursday were tomorrow. Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho!Good night.
Act 3 Scene 5After (Lady Capulet)Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,And see how he will take it at your hands. How now girl? What, still in tears?How now, wife!Have you deliver’d to her our decree?
Act 3 Scene 5After (Lady Capulet)Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. Doth she not give us thanks?Doth she not count her blest,Unworthy as she is, that we have wroughtSo worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?
Act 3 Scene 5After (Juliet)Good father, I beseech you on my knees,Hear me with patience but to speak a word. Hang thee, young baggage. Disobedient wretch!I tell thee what: get thee to church o’ Thursday,Or never after look me in the face.
Act 3 Scene 5After (Nurse)God in heaven bless her! You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. Peace, you mumbling fool!
Act 3 Scene 5After (Lady Capulet)You are too h0t. It makes me mad: To answer ‘I’ll not wed; I cannot love,I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.’Thursday is near, lay hand on heart, advise:As you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend;And if you be not, hang beg, starve, die in the streets,For, by my soul, I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee.
Act 4 Scene 2First Line What, is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence?
Act 4 Scene 2After (Nurse)Ay, forsooth. Well, he may chance to do some good on her.
Act 4 Scene 2After (Nurse)See where she comes from shrift with merry look. How now, my headstrong! Where have you been?
Act 4 Scene 2After (Juliet)Where I have learn’d me to repent the sinOf disobedient opposition to you.Henceforward I am ever ruled by you. Send Paris; go tell him of this;I’ll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning.
Act 4 Scene 2After (Juliet)Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,To help me sort such needful ornamentsAs you think fit to furnish me to-morrow? Go, nurse, go with her: we’ll to church to-morrow.(Nurse and Juliet exit)I will walk myself to Paris, to prepare him upFor to-morrow. My heart is wondrous light,Since the same wayward girl is so reclaim’d.
Act 4 Scene 4After (Lady Capulet)O me, O me! My child, my only life,Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!Help, help! Call help! For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.
Act 4 Scene 4After (Lady Capulet)Alack the day, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead! Ha! Let me see her: Out, alas! She’s cold:Life and these lips have been long separated:Death lies on her like an untimely frostUpon the sweetest flower of all the field.
Act 4 Scene 4After (Lady Capulet)O woful time! Death ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.
Act 4 Scene 4After (Friar Lawrence)Come, is the bride ready to go to church? Ready to go, but never to return.Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;My daughter he hath wedded: I will die,And leave him all.
Act 4 Scene 4After (Nurse)O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!Never we seen so black a day as this:O woful day, O woful day! O child! Alack! My child is dead;And with my child my joys are buried.All things that we ordained festival,Turn from their office to black funeral.
Act 5 Scene 3After (First Watchman)Here is a friar, and slaughter’d Romeo’s man;With instruments upon them, fit to openThese dead men’s tombs. O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!
Act 5 Scene 3After (Prince)This letter doth make good the friar’s words.Capulet! Montague!See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate.And I for winking at your discords tooHave lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish’d. O brother Montague, give me thy hand: This is my daughter’s jointure, for no moreCan I demand.
Act 5 Scene 3After (Montague)But I can give thee more:For I will raise her statue in pure gold;That while Verona by that name is known,There shall no figure at such rate be setAs that of true and faithful Juliet. As rich shall Romeo’s by his lady’s lie;Poor sacrifices of our emnity!

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