Romeo and Juliet Study Set (Act I)

Character 1: Thou villain Capulet: hold me not, let me go. Character 2: Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe Montague, Montague’s Wife 1.1: Montague wants the join the fight, but the wife treats Montague with a lack of respect (you’re not going anywhere)(says he needs a crutch rather than a sword)
Profaners of this neighbor – stained steel Prince,1.1: polluters of swords with neighbors blood
purple fountains
And hear the sentence of your moved Prince. Three civil brawls bred of an airy word Prince,1.1: This is the consequence for fighting. The civil fights coming from RUMORS (fighting over nothing)
If ever you disturb our streets again Your lives shall pay the forgeit of the peace. Prince, 1.1: Anyone who disturbs the peace again will be put to death
Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Montague, 1.1: Who started the fight?
Why did Shakespeare start the play like this? He started like this to get the appeal of most viewers and what they wanted Sexuality and violence were sources of entertainment
Madam, an hour before the worshipp’d sunPeer’d forth the golden window of the east,A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;Where, underneath the grove of sycamoreThat westward rooteth from the city’s side,So early walking did I see your son:Towards him I made, but he was ware of meAnd stole into the covert of the wood:I, measuring his affections by my own,That most are busied when they’re most alone,Pursued my humour not pursuing his,And gladly shunn’d who gladly fled from me. Benvolio, 1.1: An hour before sunrise he felt bothered and underneath the sycamore tree to the west of the city, he saw Romeo. Romeo saw him and he ran away. Since Romeo didn’t want to talk to him, he didn’t want to talk to Romeo
Many a morning hath he there been seen,With tears augmenting the fresh morning’s dew.Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;But all so soon as the all-cheering sunShould in the furthest east begin to drawThe shady curtains from Aurora’s bed,Away from light steals home my heavy son,And private in his chamber pens himself,Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight outAnd makes himself an artificial night:Black and portentous must this humour prove,Unless good counsel may the cause remove. Montague, 1.1: Tears and sighs fill morning dew, sun comes up, Romeo goes home and becomes a shut out. Wants Benvolio to talk to Romeo (aka Counsel) and make him feel better
C1 Ay me! sad hours seem long.Was that my father that went hence so fast?C2 It was. What sadness lengthensRomeo’s hours?C1 Not having that, which, having, makesthem short.C2 In love?C1 Out—C2 Of love?C1 Out of her favour, where I am in love. Romeo, Benvolio, 1.1: B Why are you sad?R I don’t have the thing that would make my day happyR is currently in his own love (see notes)
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.Here’s much to do with hate, but more with love.Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!O any thing, of nothing first create!O heavy lightness! serious vanity!Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,sick health!Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!This love feel I, that feel no love in this.Dost thou not laugh? Romeo is a lover not a fither, He likes someone who doesn’t like him back and he uses oxymorons to demonstrate confusion Oxymoron: Opposites
Why is love capitalized in the story? Because it is speaking of Cupid
Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! B, 1.1: Cupid who although is appealing, causes pain
I aim’d so near, when I supposed you loved Benvolio, 1.1: I figured so
Well, in that hit you miss: she’ll not be hitWith Cupid’s arrow; she hath Dian’s wit;And, in strong proof of chastity well arm’d,From love’s weak childish bow she lives unharm’d.She will not stay the siege of loving terms,Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,That when she dies with beauty dies her store. Romeo, 1.1: She’ll not fall in love, neither will she lose her virginity. Vowed to remain a virgin. She’s so strong, against sex, it’s as if she’s wearing a chasity lock. She doesn’t accept sweet nothings, nor assailing eyes, or seduction (can’t be seduced). She’s beautiful, but poor because she can’t share that beauty with her children
‘Tis the wayTo call hers exquisite, in question more:These happy masks that kiss fair ladies’ brows Romeo 1.1: Masks cover faces of beauty blinded by love, his love. I will always remember my love, no matter what
Of honourable reckoning are you both;And pity ’tis you lived at odds so long.But now, my lord, what say you to my suit? Paris, 1.2: You are both of high esteem. But anyways ( changes the subject), what do you say to my request to marry Juliet
My child is yet a stranger in the world;She hath 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 Capulet to Paris, 1.2: Juliet is too young, she’s not even 14 yet (She’s only 13)! Let 2 more years pass then she can become your bride
Younger than she are happy mothers made. Paris, 1.2: There are girls younger than her who already are mothers
And too soon marr’d are those so early made.The earth hath swallow’d all my hopes but she Capulet, 1.2: marred=married=scarredThinking about his own life/wife and how it has scarred him and her. Ex. Having children early may lead to scarring. Cap. W. is scarred because she gave birth too early, Juliet is his only hope
This night I hold an old accustom’d feast Capulet, 1.2: Party every year, inviting Paris
Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light: Capulet, 1.2: Perfect opportunity when stars are our because night is just more fitting
Such comfort as do lusty young men feelWhen well-apparell’d April on the heelOf limping winter treads, even such delightAmong fresh female buds shall you this night Capulet, 1.2: Young men are so happy when mood is right. New love
Go, sirrah, trudge aboutThrough fair Verona; find those persons outWhose names are written there, and to them say,My house and welcome on their pleasure stay Capulet, 1.2: Gives servant invitation list to find people that are invited to party. However, the servant can’t read
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,And the rank poison of the old will die Benvolio to Romeo, 1.2: Find a new girl and forget about Rosaline
C1 Whose house?C2 My master’s.C1 Indeed, I should have ask’d you that before.C2 Now I’ll tell you without asking: my master isthe great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the houseof Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.Rest you merry Clown to Romeo, 1.2: Only people who are not Montagues are welcome
At this same ancient feast of Capulet’sSups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,With all the admired beauties of Verona:Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,Compare her face with some that I shall show,And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. Benvolio to Romeo, 1.2: OMG you need to go to that party. I’ll show you that there are woman better than her, that she is as ugly as a crow
I’ll go along, no such sight to be shown,But to rejoice in splendor of mine own Romeo to Benvolio, 1.2: he’ll go, but only for Rosaline
Even or odd, of all days in the year,Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.Susan and she—God rest all Christian souls!—Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;She was too good for me: but, as I said,On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;That shall she, marry; I remember it well.’Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;And she was wean’d,—I never shall forget it,—Of all the days of the year, upon that day:For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;My lord and you were then at Mantua:—Nay, I do bear a brain:—but, as I said,When it did taste the wormwood on the nippleOf my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug!Shake quoth the dove-house: ’twas no need, I trow,To bid me trudge:And since that time it is eleven years;For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,She could have run and waddled all about;For even the day before, she broke her brow:And then my husband—God be with his soul!A’was a merry man—took up the child:”Yea,”quoth he, “dost thou fall upon thy face? Nurse to Juliet and Lady Capulet, 1.3: July 31st is when Juliet is born (a.k.a Lammas Eve). When her daughter died, Juliet was the same age so she could still breast feed Juliet. The nurse is a wet nurse that breast feeds and cares for child. No need for maid to leave because Lady Capulet didn’t want to raise Juliet. When Juliet was 2 she fell forward when walking as a child. WORMWOOD TO MY DUG = bitter herb rubbed on breast
And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I. Juliet to Nurse, 1.3: Stop talking
How stands your disposition to be married? Lady Capulet to Juliet, 1.3: How do you feel about marriage?
It is an honour that I dream not of. Juliet to Lady Capulet, 1.3: She’s being respectful when saying honour, but she doesn’t think about marriage often
Are made already mothers: by my count,I was your mother much upon these yearsThat you are now a maid Lady Capulet to Juliet, 1.3: When I was your age I was a mom (proof that Cap was talking of his wife). She gave birth at 13
A man, young lady! lady, such a manAs all the world—why, he’s a man of wax. Nurse to LC and Juliet, 1.3: Pun, man of wax means perfect man, but also means that he may not be strong willed like wax that melts in fire/pressure
This precious book of love, this unbound lover,To beautify him, only lacks a cover Lady Capulet to Juliet, 1.3: Metaphor: Paris is a book without binding and over. Juliet is the binding and cover. They compliment each other
women grow by men Nurse, 1.3: Women get big stomachs (pregnant)
I’ll look to like, if looking liking move:But no more deep will I endart mine eyeThan your consent gives strength to make it fly Juliet to LC, 1.3: Willing to give Paris a chance, Possibly moving her to fall in love with him. But it is only through her parent’s permission
Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoesWith nimble soles: I have a soul of leadSo stakes me to the ground I cannot move Romeo to Mercutio, 1.4: He can’t dance because he’s sad
I am too sore enpierced with his shaftTo soar with his light feathers, and so bound,I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:Under love’s heavy burden do I sink Romeo to Mercutio, 1.4: Love is mean/ Love hurts
If love be rough with you, be roughwith love;Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. Mercutio to Romeo, 1.4: Doesn’t believe in love
Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. Romeo to Mercutio, 1.4: Love is mean/ love hurts
ROMEO Well, what was yours?CHARACTER That dreamers often lie Mercutio, 1.4: pun: lie down, untrustworthy
True, I talk of dreams,Which are the children of an idle brain, Mercutio, 1.4: Talk of dreams because they are nothing. Like air, dreams are unpredictable and cause nothing but pain
Why does Merc. not like love? Mercutio had a dream that he was gay which explains why he doesn’t believe in love. Wasn’t accepted in society. No Chance of love
I fear, too early: for my mind misgivesSome consequence yet hanging in the starsShall bitterly begin his fearful dateWith this night’s revels and expire the termOf a despised life closed in my breastBy some vile forfeit of untimely death.But He, that hath the steerage of my course,Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen Romeo to self, 1.4: My mind. Some consequential fate is to occur (death). Something is telling me that when we go to the party, something will result in my early death (meeting Juliet). Fate is unchangeable, oh well :/
Ah, sirrah, this unlook’d-for sport comes well. Capulet to himself, 1.5: Wow he (Mercutio) actually came and brought his friends. (Realizes they crash the party)
What lady is that, whichdoth enrich the handOf yonder knight? Romeo to Serving man, 1.5: Who’s that beautiful?
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, Romeo to self, 1.5: She’s so beautiful compared to everything (including Rosaline)
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Romeo to Juliet, 1.5: Grabs her hand
Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin. Tybalt to self, 1.5: T thinks R made the first wrong move in crashing the party and thinks he has the right to kill him
This trick may chance to scathe you, Capulet to Tybalt, 1.5: Foreshadowing, this anger towards Montagues will hurt you
Patience perforce with wilful choler meetingMakes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.I will withdraw: but this intrusion shallNow seeming sweet convert to bitter gall Tybalt to self, 1.5: He won’t kill him, but He’s making a promise to get back and seek revenge on Romeo. Meaning that he wil obviously die as hinted from previous foreshadowing
If I profane with myunworthiest handThis holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready standTo smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Romeo to Juliet, 1.5: The sin is that he’s dirtying her because he’s a sinner, but she is holy. The sin is that he touched her. If i dirty you, please let me make it up by kissing you
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your handtoo much,Which mannerly devotion shows in this;For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss. Juliet to Romeo, 1.5: She’s playing right along, but she doesn’t exactly agree with him. Because we’re holding hands, we’re prayering (holy kiss)
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer Juliet to Romeo, 1.5: Lips are used for praying
Saints do not move, though grant forprayers’ sake. Juliet to Romeo, 1.5:Saints don’t make the first move, it’s not the saints job to ask for forgiveness, it’s the worshippers job. She wants him to kiss first
Then have my lips the sin that they have took. Juliet to Romeo, 1.5: Then that means she wants a kiss back to get rid of the sin, inviting for another kiss
Is she a Capulet?O dear account! my life is my foe’s debt Romeo to self, 1.5: I’m in love with enemies daughter. Therefore, he owes his life to enemy
My only love sprung from my only hate!Too early seen unknown, and known too late!Prodigious birth of love it is to me,That I must love a loathed enemy. Juliet to self, 1.5 I fell in love with the enemy. When I first saw him, I didn’t know who he was. Now that I know who he is it is too late because I’m in love?

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