The time is very short. When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple. No faith, no honesty in men. Why, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that. And, where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruisd youth with unstuffed brain, Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth. Why then, I thank you all. Who, raging with thy tears and they with them. What, goodman boy? He is a writer, actor, director, and producer. One fairer than my love? What storm is this that blows so contrary? My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud, Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, And make her airy tongue more hoarse than. Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, Within the infant rind of this weak flower. Ill be with thee straight. I will give, Then will I lay the serving-creatures dagger on, your pate. The bridegroom he is come already. I have more care to stay than will to go. Visit us at folger.edu. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads. To beg your pardon. Hie to high fortune! Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.. Still-waking sleep that is not what it is! A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life; Doth with their death bury their parents strife. Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, That late thou gavest me, for Mercutios soul. She hath not seen the change of fourteen years. Doth grace for grace and love for love allow. I beseech you. Now is he for the, numbers that Petrarch flowed in. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most, And is it not, then, well served into a sweet, O, heres a wit of cheveril that stretches, I stretch it out for that word broad, which, added to the goose, proves thee far and wide a, Why, is not this better now than groaning, for love? Young mens love then lies. To lie discolored by this place of peace? Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. But with a rearward following Tybalts death. Hood my unmanned blood, bating in my cheeks. Such as would please. Have you got leave to go to shrift today? and tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh. I anger her sometimes, and tell her that Paris is the properer man, but Ill, warrant you, when I say so, she looks as pale as any, clout in the versal world. Ill know his grievance or be much denied. SCENE III. I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it. Ill tell thee as we pass, but this I pray. It may be thought we held him carelessly. I thought thy disposition better tempered. Of limping winter treads, even such delight, Among fresh fennel buds shall you this night. O God, she comes!O, honey nurse, what news? I pray thee, chide me not. Down with the Capulets! From his breakout success with The Guardians of the Galaxy, where he made us fall in love with a talking tree, to his most recent outing The Suicide Squad, taking a mediocre film and righting the ship with a sequel, Gunn is proving . He rests his minim rests, one, two, and the third in, your bosomthe very butcher of a silk button, a, duelist, a duelist, a gentleman of the very first house, of the first and second cause. Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed. Serve God. But to his foe supposed he must complain. Which, but their childrens end, naught could remove. But old folks, many feign as they were dead. Sirrah, what made your master in this place? You know. Here in the churchyard. To know our farther pleasure in this case. In conversation with Capulet, Count Paris declares his wish to marry Juliet. Your Worship in that sense may call him man.. A street. That has brought some color to your face! For it excels your first, or, if it did not, Your first is dead, or twere as good he were. See thou deliver it to my lord and father. For sweet discourses in our times to come. I brought my master news of Juliets death. What, dost thou make us minstrels? I must hear from thee every day in the hour, O, by this count I shall be much in years. Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. This night you shall behold him at our feast. For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long. If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep. The strangers all are gone. Whats Montague? Meantime I writ to Romeo, That he should hither come as this dire night. Pitiful sight! May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Kindle Edition. All in gore blood. Then have at thee, boy! with something. 5. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes. Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, and their . Well, you have made a simple choice. Hold him in safety till the Prince come hither. A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard. I faith, I am sorry that thou art not well. Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses. Let wantons light of heart. Too rude, too boistrous, and it pricks like thorn. As sweet repose and rest. How hast thou the heart. Up to the ears. Of an old tear that is not washed off yet. A gentler judgment vanished from his lips: Ha, banishment? You have dancing shoes. That birds would sing and think it were not night. Enter old Capulet in his gown, and his Wife. Arise. Anon, good nurse.Sweet Montague, be true. Well, do not swear. theNo, I know it begins with some other letter, and she hath the prettiest sententious of it, of you. Juliet!Fast, I warrant, Why, love, I say! You know, a home in the suburbs, a barbecue in the backyard, family picnics. Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large. And not impute this yielding to light love, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops. Romeo, will you come to your fathers? I would forget it fain. Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops. The more I give to thee, I hear some noise within. What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend. For such a wish! Jesu, what haste! That you are now a maid. More light and light, more dark and dark our woes. Talk no more. Wilt thou be gone? But to the Earth some special good doth give; Nor aught so good but, strained from that fair use. Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye. A right good markman! Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. How, how, how, how? O mischief, thou art swift. How is t, my soul? And why, my Lady Wisdom? What of that? Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love. O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art. I will, and know her mind early tomorrow. Well, peace be with you, sir. Your plantain leaf is excellent for that. Where be these enemies?Capulet, Montague. And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair. God forbid. He told me Paris should have married Juliet. Is she not proud? Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interred. Nay, more, I doubt it not.. By one that Ill procure to come to thee. Director Lloyd Kaufman Writers James Gunn (screenplay) Lloyd Kaufman (screenplay) Andrew Deemer (additional material) Stars Voila! Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray. There she lies. Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb. Banished the new-made bridegroom from this city. A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear. Now heaven hath all. Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool, Shake, quoth the dovehouse. What is yond gentleman? And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied. If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help. Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars. Ill pay that doctrine or else die in debt. But look thou stay not till the watch be set, Where thou shalt live till we can find a time. For I neer saw true beauty till this night. Therefore do nimble-pinioned doves draw Love. Thou wilt be taken.Stay awhile.Stand up. A thing like death to chide away this shame. Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs. Some grief shows much of. And but one word with one of us? And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead, Who here hath lain this two days burid.. Thats not so. The curfew bell hath rung. O dear account! Their families are enmeshed in a feud, but the moment they meetwhen Romeo and his friends attend a party at Juliets house in disguisethe two fall in love and quickly decide that they want to be married. Enter Sampson and Gregory, with swords and bucklers. It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden, Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be. Is your man secret? Rather than Paris. O heavens! Look thou but sweet. I conjure thee by Rosalines bright eyes. There is thy gold, worse poison to mens souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not. What ladys that which doth enrich the hand. Spakest thou of Juliet? Wilt thou not, Jule? And, by my holidam, The pretty wretch left crying and said Ay.. To avoid this marriage, Juliet takes a potion, given her by the friar, that makes her appear dead. Why railest thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth, Since birth and heaven and earth all three do meet. I am too bold. May do much danger. I will bring you thither. From loves weak childish bow she lives uncharmed. Mistress minion you. Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. Wash they his wounds with tears? That he dares neer come back to challenge you. But, an you will not wed, Ill pardon you! A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets. What, Paris too? The Folger Shakespeare is moving! He fights as you sing. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight. Where that same banished runagate doth live. We took this mattock and this spade from him. Faith, youll be sick tomorrow, No, not a whit. They stumble that run fast. An thou make minstrels of us, look to hear, nothing but discords. Therefore be patient. Yet, if thou swearst. But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. This is not Romeo. Let two more summers wither in their pride. Her collars of the moonshines watry beams. Sealed up the doors and would not let us forth. you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh. You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an. Will you speak well of him that killed your cousin? I fear it is. Quarrel, I will back, Let us take the law of our sides; let them, I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it, Nay, as they dare. With tears augmenting the fresh mornings dew. Like damnd guilty deeds to sinners minds: That banishd, that one word banishd,, Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Out, alas, shes cold. To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear, And she as much in love, her means much less. I will not budge for no mans pleasure, I. Thou wast never with me for anything when. Do I live dead, that live to tell it now. Prepare her, wife, against this wedding day., Farewell, my lord.Light to my chamber, ho!. I come anon.But if thou meanest not well. Well measure them a measure and be gone. What, still in tears? This, by his voice, should be a Montague.. Some others search. What, dressed, and in your clothes, and down, I must needs wake you. Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is. 3.9 out of 5 stars 2. Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead, And Paris, too. Hence and comfort her. Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six other. EXIT NURSE ROMEO [Staring after her] Is she a Capulet? Year 9 - Year 11. Leap to these arms, untalked of and unseen. Shall keep his native progress, but surcease. Friar John, go hence. And sails upon the bosom of the air. To enter in the thoughts of desperate men. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days. Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves. Romeo is a Montague, and Juliet a Capulet. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye. Thou needst not to be gone. What, have you dined at. What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words. prick-song, keeps time, distance, and proportion. What can he say to this? Verona. So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread, (Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves), But thou shalt hear it. Hist, Romeo, hist! Then say at once what thou dost know in this. My lord, I would that Thursday were tomorrow. Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. And find delight writ there with beautys pen. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. 17 characters. Care keeps his watch in every old mans eye. Hath washed thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! Tis twenty year till then. Shall I not then be stifled in the vault. And I am nothing slow to slack his haste. Thy love did read by rote, that could not spell. Thursday is near. Therefore, I will push Montagues men from the wall and, The quarrel is between our masters and us. For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea. In faith, I will.Let me peruse this face. Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike. Well, he may chance to do some good on her. And, but thou love me, let them find me here. Ill make you quiet.What, cheerly, my hearts! Here all eyes gaze on us. We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.. Romeo? Ladies that have their toes. When but loves shadows are so rich in joy! Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse. Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me. Hast thou slain Tybalt? Didst thou not fall out with a tailor, for wearing his new doublet before Easter? So please you, step aside. And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats. He scrape a, all in one or two mens hands, and they unwashed, Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane, and, as, thou loves me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone. One knocks. I will carry no crochets. Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it. Now, by Saint Peters Church, and Peter too. Until then, youll have access to both sites. And all those twenty could but kill one life. None but for some, and yet all different. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed. To seek him here that means not to be found. He is hid at Lawrence cell. For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead: There art thou happy. Else, when he is found, that hour is his last. Where shall we dine?O me! Muffle me, night, awhile. Sometime she gallops oer a courtiers nose. "I . Turn thee, Benvolio; look upon thy death. What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Calling death banishd,, Thou cuttst my head off with a golden ax. How oddly thou repliest: Your love says, like an honest gentleman. Juliet: (startled) Yo, who's there! 3. Go thy, ways, wench. (Strange dream that gives a dead man leave to, And breathed such life with kisses in my lips, Ah me, how sweet is love itself possessed. She that makes dainty, She, Ill swear, hath corns. But I am sent to find those persons whose names, are here writ, and can never find what names the. Act 2, Prologue The Chorus explains that Romeo and Juliet are in love, and that love helps them find a way to meet each other again. I have an interest in your hearts proceeding: My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding. fisher with his pencil and the painter with his nets. The prologue ofRomeo and Julietcalls the title characters star-crossed loversand the stars do seem to conspire against these young lovers. Shes dead, alack the day! To old Free-town, our common judgment-place. On February 28, 2023, this site will be retired and all pages will be automatically redirected to the new site. I hope you're all doing well. That after-hours with sorrow chide us not. Being the time the potions force should cease. My very friend, hath got this mortal hurt, With Tybalts slanderTybalt, that an hour. Lord, how my head aches! Being black, puts us in mind they hide the fair. That ever I should live to see thee dead! Hold your tongue. For hark you, Tybalt being slain so late. With blood removed but little from her own? Early in the morning. You know not what you do. Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. The letter was not nice but full of charge. So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend. Will they not hear?What ho! Marry, I remember it well. Do you like this haste? Come, cordscome, nurse. Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite. Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child. Show more Show more. Send thy man away. Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. The County will be here with music straight, For so he said he would. every time I take. Shakespeare's classic tale of romance and tragedy. Hast thou no letters to me from the Friar? Despised, distressd, hated, martyred, killed! Good Prudence, smatter with your gossips, go. That in gold clasps locks in the golden story. Faith, we may put up our pipes and be gone. Beguiled, divorcd, wrongd, spited, slain! Ill send to one in Mantua. Juliet longs for Romeo to come to her. What ho!What, nurse, I say! Again the Choruss speech is in the form of a sonnet. Come hither, man. Script "Romeo and Juliet" J1- Good morning, good afternoon or good evening! I will show myself a tyrant. I dare no longer stay. I must to the learned. How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? Ah weraday, hes dead, hes dead, hes dead! 99 $3.00 $3.00. Lord, Lord, when twas a little prating thingO, there is, a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain lay, knife aboard, but she, good soul, had as lief see a, toad, a very toad, as see him. She will not stay the siege of loving terms. Farewell. Finally, the Romeo And Juliet script is here for all you quotes spouting fans of the Franco Zeffirelli movie with Olivia Hussey. After facing her terror at the prospect of awaking in her familys, The Capulets and the Nurse stay up all night to get ready for the wedding. Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. Add it to your Watchlist and we'll notify you when you can watch it! God mark thee to his grace. Romeo. More light, you knaves, and turn the tables up, And quench the fire; the room is grown too hot., Ah, sirrah, this unlooked-for sport comes well., How long is t now since last yourself and I. This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand. them, which is disgrace to them if they bear it. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers sake. And this shall free thee from this present shame. Come, come away. Wouldst thou withdraw it? I think you are happy in this second match. With. That murdered me. Let not the Nurse lie with thee in thy chamber. Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change. O, swear not by the moon, th inconstant moon. Clubs, bills, and partisans! What I have spoke. What manners is in this, And know their spring, their head, their true. I have nights cloak to hide me from their eyes. How oft when men are at the point of death, Have they been merry, which their keepers call. I am the youngest of that name, for, Yea, is the worst well? Husband! Compare her face with some that I shall show. Just opposite to what thou justly seemst, When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend, Was ever book containing such vile matter, So fairly bound? Tempring extremities with extreme sweet. In fair Verona, where we lay our scene. 2-min read. I am the drudge and toil in your delight. O, this same thought did but forerun my need, Being holiday, the beggars shop is shut.. Heres one, a friend, and one that knows you well. Sin from my lips? But you shall bear the burden soon at night. Tell me in sadness, who is that you love? O thou untaught! Throw your mistempered weapons to the ground. Stage directions are instructions and direction to the actors, and not spoken lines. If they do see thee, they will murder thee. One writ with me in sour misfortunes book! Ah, the immortal, The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting, Jesu, a very good blade! It is the lark that sings so out of tune. The heavens do lour upon you for some ill. Move them no more by crossing their high will. That murdered my loves cousin, with which grief, And here is come to do some villainous shame. And, as I told you, my young lady, bid me inquire you out. Well to. And, being angered, puffs away from thence. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much. I stand on sudden haste. O serpent heart hid with a flowring face! A braggart, a rogue, a, villain that fights by the book of arithmetic! Why dost thou wring thy hands? Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth. Yea, quoth he, Dost thou fall upon thy face? No nightingale. His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. O, shut the door, and when thou hast done so. That shows thee a weak slave, for the weakest, Tis true, and therefore women, being the, weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall. May stand in number, though in reckning none. Age: 13-16 years. extremity. As he was coming from this churchyards side. Wherefore storm you so? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out. Gentlemen, can any of you tell me, I can tell you, but young Romeo will be older, when you have found him than he was when you, sought him. Romeo then avenges Mercutio's death by killing Tybalt in a duel. What is it else? Deny thy father and refuse thy name. I aimed so near when I supposed you loved. Alack, alack, what blood is this which stains, What mean these masterless and gory swords. Like powder in a skilless soldiers flask. Then have my lips the sin that they have took. I would I knew not why it should be slowed.. Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light. What sayst thou? Till then, adieu, and keep this holy kiss. Sitting in the sun under the dovehouse wall. By heaven, I love thee better than myself, Stay not, begone, live, and hereafter say. Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age, Wilt thou not, Jule? It stinted and said Ay.. This days black fate on more days doth depend. Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead. An if I cannot, Ill find those that shall. Let Romeo hence in haste. He scales a wall and enters Capulets, From Capulets garden Romeo overhears Juliet express her love for him. Things for the cook, sir, but I know not what. Some means to come to shrift this afternoon, And there she shall at Friar Lawrence cell. Young Romeo Montague goes out with his friends to make trouble at a party the Capulets are hosting, but while there he spies the Capulet's daughter . Tis torture and not mercy. O musicians, because my heart itself plays My, heart is full. O, play me some merry dump to, No money, on my faith, but the gleek. How shall that faith return again to Earth, Unless that husband send it me from heaven, By leaving Earth? What says he of our marriage? Your looks are pale and wild and do import. What satisfaction canst thou have tonight? Call her forth to me. Marry, go before to field, hell be your follower. Friar Lawrence gives her a potion that will make her appear as if dead the morning of the wedding. And, on my life, hath stoln him home to bed. Therefore stay yet. Nurse!Wife! But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? Do as I bid thee. Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline. To turn your households rancor to pure love. There rust, and let me die. Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak. Earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she; But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart; And, she agreed, within her scope of choice. Live and be prosperous, and farewell, good fellow. My life is my foes debt. But, as it seems, did violence on herself. And then dreams he of smelling out a suit. Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste? And now falls on her bed, and then starts up. Hell fright you up, i faith.Will it not be? Any man that can write may answer a letter. Then plainly know my hearts dear love is set, And all combined, save what thou must combine, We met, we wooed, and made exchange of vow. A very tall man! From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows Doth with their death bury their parents . Hunting thee hence with hunts-up to the day. Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health. Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse. Am I come near you. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, Retain that dear perfection which he owes. Short script for romeo and juliet Short script for romeo and juliet Open navigation menu Close suggestionsSearchSearch enChange Language close menu Language English(selected) espaol portugus Deutsch Doth she not give us thanks? Stay, Tybalt, stay! Well in that hit you miss. Torments him so that he will sure run mad. To season love, that of it doth not taste! Loves heralds should be thoughts. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy: Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. Nurse, wheres my daughter? Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom. In man as well as herbsgrace and rude will; Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. Hold, then. Till thou shalt know the reason of my love. As are behooveful for our state tomorrow. NURSE Her mother is the lady of the house. Shell not be hit. You men, you beasts, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage. For, the gentlewoman is young; and therefore, if you, should deal double with her, truly it were an ill, thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very. And what says. Or else depart. Death is my son-in-law; Death is my heir. Theres a French salutation to your French. In thee at once, which thou at once wouldst lose? Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy. Comfort me; counsel me., Alack, alack, that heaven should practice stratagems. Go hence to have more talk of these sad things. I met the youthful lord at Lawrence cell. And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous. Where should she be? The sweetest honey. Bear hence this body and attend our will. Romeo and Juliet- A Neon Shockwave of a Film- Keva Bush, Surbtion High School (Image: Unsplash) Two households, both alike in dignity. As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven (30) Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes. A street fight breaks out between the Montagues and the Capulets, which is broken up by the ruler of Verona,. Yea, noise? ROMEO AND JULIET Short Script | PDF | Characters In Romeo And Juliet | Romeo And Juliet ROMEO AND JULIET short script - Read online for free. Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy. It is not day. Go, tell the Prince. Call Peter. Ay, if I know the letters and the language. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. Romeo and Juliet (1968) - full transcript. Ill find out your man. So shalt thou show me friendship. O Thursday be it, then. Nay, he will answer the letters master, how, stabbed with a white wenchs black eye, run, through the ear with a love-song, the very pin of his, heart cleft with the blind bow-boys butt shaft. Here lies the County slain. Then move not while my prayers effect I take. Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep, and then anon, Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, That plats the manes of horses in the night. Romeo and Juliet Short Script. In the meantime, against thou shalt awake. For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. I've only talked to you once, but I recognize your voice! Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit. As will disperse itself through all the veins, And that the trunk may be discharged of breath, Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantuas law. (Exit JULIET and NURSE) (The wedding scene will be played . master is the great rich Capulet, and, if you be not, of the house of Montagues, I pray come and crush a. Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so loves. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? Adieu, adieu. What eye but such an eye would spy, out such a quarrel? This is thy sheath. That is no slander, sir, which is a truth. Act 2, Scene 2 Scurvy knave, I am none of his flirt-gills; I am none, by too and suffer every knave to use me at his. Than twenty of their swords. Couple it. For what purpose, love? Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. slop. Two may keep counsel, putting one away? And in despite Ill cram thee with more food. Romeo! O, that deceit should dwell. Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek. That one short minute gives me in her sight. Her I love now. Draw thy tool. And too soon marred are those so early made. Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. Dove-feathered raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead! Of my dear kinsman! The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade. here! What further woe conspires against mine age? You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. And what love can do, that dares love attempt. But love thee better than thou canst devise. Wherefore weep I then? 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