Kaenan Michelle Chris Jacob

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Romeo and Juliet

Sampson: Gregory, on my word, well not carry coals.Gregory, we wont be insulted.Gregory: No, for then we should be colliers.No because then we will be laughed at.Sampson: I mean, an we be in choler, well draw.In anger we will draw.Gregory: Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of collar.Dont get yourself killed.Sampson: I strike quickly, being moved.I attack fast when angry.

Gregory: But thou art not quickly moved to strike.You arent easily angeredSampson: A dog of that house of Montague moves me.Someone of the Montague makes me angry fastGregory: To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand. Therefore, if thou art moved,thou runnest awayTo be angered is to leave and to be valiant is to stand so if you are angry then yourun awaySampson: A dog of that house shall move me to stand. I will take the wall of any man ormaid of Montagues.Someone of his family has made me angry to take a stand and I am better than

them.Gregory: That shows thee a weak slave, for the weakest goes to the wall.That means that your weak because you have to walk by the wallSampson: Tis true; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to thewall. Therefore push I will Montagues men from the wall and thrust his maids to thewall.Thats true the women are weak so we should push them to the walls, but the menare strong so we should push them away from the walls.Gregory: The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.The argument is between our masters and us, their own men.Sampson: tis all one. I will show myself a tyrant. When I have fought with the men, Iwill be cruel with the maids: I will cut off their heads.Its all the same I will show myself as a dictator once I have beaten the men I willkill the women.Gregory: The heads of the maids?The heads of the womenSampson: Ay, the heads of the maids, of their maidenheads. Take it in what sense thouwilt.Yes the heads of women take it however you want to.Gregory: They must take it in sense that feel it.


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They must understand that we mean business.Sampson: Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and tis known I am a pretty pieceof flesh.While Im still alive they will know that I am here and it is known that I am violent.Gregory: Tis well thou art not fish: if thou hadst, thou hadst, been poor-John. Draw thytool! Here comes two of the house of Montagues.Its a good thing your not a fish if you had, then you would have been poor. Takeout your weapon! Here comes two people from the Montagues.Sampson: My naked weapon is out. Quarrel! I will back thee.My weapon is out. Lets fight! I will back you up.Gregory: How? Turn thy back and run?How? Turn your back and run?Sampson: Fear me not.Dont be afraid that I will runGregory: No, marry. I fear thee!No, I fear you willSampson: Let us take the law of our sides: let them begin.

Let them make the first moveGregory: I will frown as I pass by: and let them take it as they list.I will frown as I pass by and let them take it as they want to.Sampson: Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is disgrace to them, ifthey bear it.No, as they dare I will insult them and well see how they take it.Abram: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?Are you insulting us, sir?Sampson: I do bite my thumb, sir.Yes I do insult you sir.Abram: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?Do you insult us sir?Sampson: Is the law of our side if I say ay?Is the law on our side if I say so?Gregory: No.No.Sampson: No, sir I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir.No, sir I dont insult you, sir; but I do insult, sir.Gregory: Do you quarrel, sir?Do you want to fight, sir?Abram: Quarrel, sir? No sir.Fight, sir? No sir.Sampson: but if you do, sir, I am for you. I serve as good a man as you.

If you do want to fight Im here for you. I serve a man as good as the man you serveAbram: No better.No better.Sampson: Well, sir.Well, sirGregory: Say better. Here comes one of my masters kinsmen.Say better here comes one of my masters relatives.Sampson: Yes, better, sir


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Yes, better, sirAbram: You lie.You lie.55. Sampson: Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.Get ready, if your men. Gregory, remember your attack.Benvolio: Part, fools! Put up your swords. You know not what you do.Leave fools put away your weapons you dont know what your doing.Tybalt: What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?60. Turn thee, Benvolio! Look upon thy death.What are you doing with these cowardly servants? Leave Benvolio! Or I will killyou.Benvolio: I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men withme.Im trying to stop the fight. Put away your sword, or leave these men with me todeal with.Tybalt: What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,Why do you talk about peace? I hate that word.

As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:I hate all Montagues and you just like I hate hell.Have at thee, Coward!Defend yourself coward!First citizens: Clubs, bills, partisans! Strike! Beat them down!Bats, weapons, police officers! Attack! Beat them up!Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues!Destroy the Capulets! Destroy the Montagues!67. Capulet: What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!Whats going on? Give me my sword!Prince: By thee, old Capulet and Montague,Have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streetsAnd made Veronas ancient citizensCast by their grave-beseeming ornaments,To wield old partisans in hands as old,Cankered with peace to part your cankered hate.If ever you disturb our streets again,Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.For this time, all the rest depart away.You, Capulet, shall go along with me,And Montague, come you this afternoonTo know out farther please in this caseTo old Free-town, our common judgment-place.

Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.Because of you, old Capulet and Montague the quiet of our streets has beendisturbed, and now Veronas elderly have to take off their nice clothes and useweapons to part you. If you disturb our streets again, you will pay with your lives.Everyone leave. Capulet, you come with me, and Montague come this afternoon, tothe old Free-town, our common judgment-place. Once again, all men leave or die.

PRINCE:

91. To know our farther pleasure in this case,


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to learn more of this case

To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.

To old free-town, where we usually judge such matters.

Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.

Again, on the topic of death, all men seperate

Montague:Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?

Who brought up this old argument again?Speak, nephew. Were you by when it began?Talk, my nephew. Were you there when it started?

Benvolio:

Here were the servants of your adversary,

This is were the servants that advise you,

And yours, close fighting ere I did approach.

And your men, a fight almost broke out but I approached before it happened

I drew to part them. In the instant cameI separated them the instant it happened

The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared,

The energized Tybalt, with his sword ready

Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,

Which, as he breathed rebellion to me

He swung about his head and cut the winds,

He held his head high.

Who, nothing hurt withal, hissed him in scorn.

Who, nothing could hurt, hissed him in anger

While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,While we were fighting

Came more and more and fought on part and part,

Came more and more and fought with one anotherTill the Prince came, who parted either part.Till the Prince came, who separated us

Lady Montague:

Oh, where is Romeo? Saw you him today?

Oh, Where is Romeo? Did you see him today?Right glad I am he was not at this fray.Right, I am glad he was not in this mess

Benvolio:Madam, an hour before the worshipped sun

Madam, an hour until sunsetPeered forth the golden window of the east,109. Looked from the golden window in the east.A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;I was thinking a lot so I went on a walk.Where, underneath the grove of sycamore


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Under a sycamore tree.That westward rooteth from the city's side,The tree grows on the west side of the citySo early walking did I see your son:I saw your son taking an early walk.Towards him I made, but he was ware of meI started to walk towards him but he avoided meAnd stole into the covert of the wood:I hid in the cover of the woodI, measuring his affections by my own,I compared his actions with my ownThat most are busied when they're most alone,People are at their busiest when they are alonePursued my humour not pursuing his,I just continued my morning not following him.And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.And gladly ignored him when he fled from me

MONTAGUEMany a morning hath he there been seen,Hes been seen there before.With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.Crying early in the morningAdding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;He made clouds with his breatheBut all so soon as the all-cheering sunBut then the sun comes out and makes him happy.Should in the furthest east begin to drawWhen the sun begins to rise in the eastThe shady curtains from Aurora's bed,And cast shadows form Auroras bedAway from the light steals home my heavy son,He goes home before the light comes outAnd private in his chamber pens himself,He stays in his room all day.Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight outHe shuts his windows and blocks out the lightAnd makes himself an artificial night:He makes it really dark in his room.Black and portentous must this humour prove,Dark and sad he makes his room

Unless good counsel may the cause remove.He needs someone to talk some sense into him to stop him from being depressed.BENVOLIOMy noble uncle, do you know the cause?Uncle do you know why?MONTAGUEI neither know it nor can learn of him.I dont know and he wont tell me.


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BENVOLIOHave you importuned him by any means?Have you persistently asked him at all?MONTAGUEBoth by myself and many other friends:Yes I have and many other friends have also.But he, his own affections' counsellor,But he keeps his thoughts to himselfIs to himself--I will not say how trueHe keeps to himselfBut to himself so secret and so close,He keeps his secrets very closely to himselfSo far from sounding and discovery,They are far away and wont be soon to be discoveredAs is the bud bit with an envious worm,He is like a flower bud and wont open up because of a worm.Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,

Before he can be happyOr dedicate his beauty to the sun.Or show his beauty to the worldCould we but learn from whence his sorrows grow.If we knew why he is sadWe would as willingly give cure as know.We would help him as best we canEnter ROMEO

BENVOLIOSee, where he comes: so please you, step aside;

Here he comes please go awayI'll know his grievance, or be much denied.I will learn of his sorrow or be denied.MONTAGUEI would thou wert so happy by thy stay,I hope that you get lucky by staying hereTo hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.To hear the confession come madam lets leaveExeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE

BENVOLIOGood-morrow, cousin.Good morning cousinROMEOIs the day so young?Is it still early?BENVOLIOBut new struck nine.Its nine oclockROMEO


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Ay me! sad hours seem long.Yes my sad hours are really longWas that my father that went hence so fast?Was that my father that left so quickly?BENVOLIOIt was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?It was. What makes you so sad that your hours are longer?ROMEONot having that, which, having, makes them short.I dont have anything that makes my hours short.BENVOLIOIn love?In love?ROMEO

OutOut

BENVOLIO

Of love?Of love?ROMEO

Out of her favour, where I am in love.Im no longer apart of her life so Im no longer in loveBENVOLIO

Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,Love looks gentle to you.Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!Its really rough and destructive in reality!ROMEO

Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,Love is blindShould, without eyes, see pathways to his will!It cant see, yet it controls usWhere shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?Where should we eat? What happened here?Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.

Dont tell me I have heard it all.Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.It has a lot to do with hate, but more with love.Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!Why fighting love and loving hate!O any thing, of nothing first create!Anything from nothing must be created first!O heavy lightness! serious vanity!


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Heavy lightness! Serious prideMis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!Chaos without shape from other formsFeather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,sick health!Sick health!Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!Being awake and asleep is not what it is!This love feel I, that feel no love in this.This love I feel though there is no love in this.Dost thou not laugh?Are you laughing?BENVOLIONo, coz, I rather weep.No, cousin I would rather cry.ROMEO

Good heart, at what?What are you crying at?BENVOLIOAt thy good heart's oppression.At your sadnessROMEOWhy, such is love's transgression.Why does love do thisGriefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,My sadness lies heavy in my heartWhich thou wilt propagate, to have it prestWhich will you try to have it grow.With more of thine: this love that thou hast shownYou have shown loveDoth add more grief to too much of mine own.You are adding more sadness to my own.Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;Love is a smoke made out of lovers sighs.Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;When the smoke clears its fire in the lovers eyes.Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:Being confused a sea of lovers tearsWhat is it else? a madness most discreet,

Love is a madnessA choking gall and a preserving sweet.A chocking slime and a preserving tasteFarewell, my coz.Goodbye cousinBENVOLIOSoft! I will go along;Soft! I will go.


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An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.And if you leave me too you do me wrong.ROMEOTut, I have lost myself; I am not here;I was thinking about of other things.This is not Romeo, he's some other where.I am not Romeo hes somewhere else.BENVOLIOTell me in sadness, who is that you love.Tell me who you love.ROMEOWhat, shall I groan and tell thee?What should I groan and tell you?BENVOLIOGroan! why, no.Groan! No.But sadly tell me who.

But tell me who it is.ROMEOBid a sick man in sadness make his will:Let a sick man do what he wants when he is sad.Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!Dont stress me Im already ill!In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.I am sad cousin, and I do love a woman.BENVOLIOI aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.I thought so when I guessed that you were in loveROMEOA right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.Bulls-eye! And she is beautiful.BENVOLIOA right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.A good mark, cousin the fastest hit.ROMEOWell, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hitWell, you missed with the hit she will not be hit.With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;With Cupids arrow she has been hit.And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,

She does not loveFrom love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.She is not affected my loveShe will not stay the siege of loving terms,She wont love youNor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,She wont let you look at her.Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:


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She wont let you touch herO, she is rich in beauty, only poor,She is beautiful and poorThat when she dies with beauty dies her store.When she dies she will die with beautyBENVOLIOThen she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?She has sworn to never get married.ROMEOShe hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,She has which means that I have wasted my time.For beauty starved with her severityShe is killing her beautyCuts beauty off from all posterity.She stops herself from becoming to beautifulShe is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,She is too beautiful, too smart and wisely beautiful

To merit bliss by making me despair:She is happy to make him sadShe hath forsworn to love, and in that vowShe has sworn not to loveDo I live dead that live to tell it now.I live like im dead nowBENVOLIOBe ruled by me, forget to think of her.Listen to me dont think about herROMEOO, teach me how I should forget to think.How can I forget her?BENVOLIOBy giving liberty unto thine eyes;By looking at other thingsExamine other beauties.Look at other beautiful women.ROMEO'Tis the wayThis wayTo call hers exquisite, in question more:To call her beautifulThese happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows

They have happy masks on their facesBeing black put us in mind they hide the fair;They hide themselves behind themHe that is strucken blind cannot forgetYou cant forget if you get stricken blindThe precious treasure of his eyesight lost:The riches of his eyes lostShow me a mistress that is passing fair,


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Show me a beautiful women.What doth her beauty serve, but as a noteWhat does her beauty serve but as a reminderWhere I may read who pass'd that passing fair?Where can I read of someone who is more beautiful?Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.Goodbye you cannot teach me to forget.BENVOLIOI'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.Ill convince you or die in debt.http://shakespeare.mit.edu/romeo_juliet/romeo_juliet.1.1.html

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