English Act 2 Romeo and Juliet

Romeo! Humors! Madman! Passion! Lover!Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh.Speak but one rhyme and I am satisfied.Cry but “Ay me,” editorial emendationpronounceeditorial emendation but “love” andeditorial emendation”dove.”editorial emendationSpeak to my gossip Venus one fair word,One nickname for her purblind son and editorial emendationheir,editorial emendationYoung Abraham Cupid, he that shot so editorial emendationtrimeditorial emendationWhen King Cophetua loved the beggar maid.—He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not.The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.—I conjure thee by Rosaline’s bright eyes,By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip,By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh,And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,That in thy likeness thou appear to us. Mercutio making fun of Romeo with benvolio about romeos love for rosaline; they dont know about Juliet
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun.Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,Who is already sick and pale with grief…Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,Having some business, editorial emendationdoeditorial emendation entreat her eyesTo twinkle in their spheres till they return.What if her eyes were there, they in her head?The brightness of her cheek would shame thosestars Romeo proclaiming his love for Juliet (BALCONY SCENE)
‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy.Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.What’s Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,Nor arm, nor face. O, be some other nameBelonging to a man.What’s in a name? That which we call a roseBy any other word would smell as sweet.So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,Retain that dear perfection which he owesWithout that title. Romeo, doff thy name,And, for thy name, which is no part of thee,Take all myself. Juliet telling romeo that bc he is her enemy; he must change his name to have her
Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized.Henceforth I never will be Romeo Romeo saying to Juliet that he will change his name (forget his fam) so they can be together
Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face,Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheekFor that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.Fain would I dwell on form; fain, fain denyWhat I have spoke. But farewell compliment.Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say “Ay,”And I will take thy word. Yet, if thou swear’st,Thou mayst prove false. At lovers’ perjuries,They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.Or, if thou thinkest I am too quickly won,I’ll frown and be perverse and say thee nay,So thou wilt woo, but else not for the world.In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,And therefore thou mayst think my editorial emendationhavioreditorial emendation light.But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more trueThan those that have editorial emendationmoreeditorial emendation coying to be strange.I should have been more strange, I must confess,But that thou overheard’st ere I was wareMy true-love passion. Therefore pardon me,And not impute this yielding to light love,Which the dark night hath so discoverèd. Juliet confirming that Romeo actually loves her
The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,editorial emendationCheck’ringeditorial emendation the eastern clouds with streaks of light,And fleckled darkness like a drunkard reelsFrom forth day’s path and Titan’s editorial emendationfieryeditorial emendation wheels.Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,The day to cheer and night’s dank dew to dry,I must upfill this osier cage of oursWith baleful weeds and precious-juicèd flowers.The Earth that’s nature’s mother is her tomb;What is her burying grave, that is her womb;And from her womb children of divers kindWe sucking on her natural bosom find,Many for many virtues excellent,None but for some, and yet all different.O, mickle is the powerful grace that liesIn plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities.For naught so vile that on the Earth doth liveBut to the Earth some special good doth give;Nor aught so good but, strained from that fair use,Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied,And vice sometime by action dignified. Friar Lawrence describing plants before romeo enters (forshadowing?)
Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear,So soon forsaken? Young men’s love then liesNot truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.Jesu Maria, what a deal of brineHath washed thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!How much salt water thrown away in wasteTo season love, that of it doth not taste!The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,Thy old groans yet ringing in mine ancient ears.Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sitOf an old tear that is not washed off yet.If e’er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine,Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline.And art thou changed? Pronounce this sentencethen:Women may fall when there’s no strength in men Friar Lawrence reacting to romeos news of moving on from rosaline to juliet
But come, young waverer, come, go with me.In one respect I’ll thy assistant be,For this alliance may so happy proveTo turn your households’ rancor to pure love. Friar Lawerence giving his reasoning for marrying the two
A challenge, on my life mercutio jumping to the conclusion that tybalts letter to romeo is a challenge to a fight (FORESHADOWING)
Why, is not this better now than groaningfor love? Now art thou sociable, ////now art thouRomeo, now art thou what thou art, by art as well asby nature////. For this driveling love is like a greatnatural that runs lolling up and down to hide hisbauble in a hole. mercutio makin a pun using artistry in language
Bid her deviseSome means to come to shrift this afternoon,And there she shall at Friar Lawrence’ cellBe shrived and married. Here is for thy pains. romeo offering the nurse money to send a message to juliet about their wedding
And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall.Within this hour my man shall be with theeAnd bring thee cords made like a tackled stair,Which to the high topgallant of my joyMust be my convoy in the secret night.Farewell. Be trusty, and I’ll quit thy pains.Farewell. Commend me to thy mistress. Romeo giving the nurse instructions on how to get Juliet to the wedding
The clock struck nine when I did send the Nurse.In half an hour she promised to return.Perchance she cannot meet him. That’s not so.O, she is lame! Love’s heralds should be thoughts,Which ten times faster glides than the sun’s beams,Driving back shadows over louring hills.Therefore do nimble-pinioned doves draw Love,And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.Now is the sun upon the highmost hillOf this day’s journey, and from nine till twelveIs editorial emendationthreeeditorial emendation long hours, yet she is not come.Had she affections and warm youthful blood,She would be as swift in motion as a ball;My words would bandy her to my sweet love,And his to me.But old folks, many feign as they were dead,Unwieldy, slow, heavy, and pale as lead. Juliet ranting that the nurse hadnt returned with the news
Then hie you hence to Friar Lawrence’ cell.There stays a husband to make you a wife.Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks;They’ll be in scarlet straight at any news.Hie you to church. I must another way,To fetch a ladder by the which your loveMust climb a bird’s nest soon when it is dark.I am the drudge and toil in your delight,But you shall bear the burden soon at night.Go. I’ll to dinner. Hie you to the cell. the nurse delivering romeosplan to juliet
These violent delights have violent endsAnd in their triumph die, like fire and powder,Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honeyIs loathsome in his own deliciousnessAnd in the taste confounds the appetite.Therefore love moderately. Long love doth so.Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Friar Lawrence warning romeo during his wedding
Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joyBe heaped like mine, and that thy skill be moreTo blazon it, then sweeten with thy breathThis neighbor air, and let rich editorial emendationmusic’seditorial emendation tongueUnfold the imagined happiness that bothReceive in either by this dear encounter. Romeos vows at wedding
Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,Brags of his substance, not of ornament.They are but beggars that can count their worth,But my true love is grown to such excessI cannot sum up sum of half my wealth. Juliets vows at wedding
By love, who first did prompt me to inquire. He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot, yet weren’t thou as far as that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise Romeo describing what he would do for Juliet

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