BENVOLIO R&J

Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?

Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?

Here were the servants of your adversary

and yours, close fighting ere did I approach

I drew to part them. In the instant came

the fiery Tybalt with his sword prepared

Which as he breathed defiance to my ears

He swung about his head and cut the winds

Who nothing hurt withal hissed at hissed at him in scorn.

While we were interchanging thrusts and blows

fought more and more on either part,

till the prince came and parted either part

O, where is Romeo? Saw you him today?

Right glad I am he was not at this fray.

Madam an hour before the worshiped sun

peered forth the golden window of the east

A troubled mind drove me to walk abroad,

where underneath the grove of a sycamore

that westward rooteth from this city side

so early walking did I see your son.

Towards him I made, but he was ware of me,

and stole into the covert of the wood

I, measuring his afflictions by my own

(which then most sought where most might not be found, being one to many my weary self)

Pursued my humor, not pursuing his

and gladly fled who gladly shunned from me.

Black and portentous must this humor prove,

Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

My noble aunt, do you know the cuase?

I neither know it nor can learn of him.

Have you importuned him by any means?

Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,

We would as willingly give cure as know.

See where he comes, so please you step aside

I’ll know his grievance or be much denied.

How about you

Hi! What’s your name?

___

Can we have a round of applause for ___

Would you read this for us? [Romeo Reads it]

Out loud?

Oh. You want me to read it out loud...okay...

“Atlas..”

Alas, there’s no T, it’s alas, not atlas, just alas… Sorry guys one more try

Alas, that love, whose view is

muffled still,

Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!

Where shall we dine?

__ that was amazing almost lifelike, but Shakespeare has a certain rhythm to it, a beat. Try it again.

I am Romeo

YOU are Romeo!

Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,

Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!

Where shall we dine? O me!

What do you think? Should we let ___ play Romeo tonight?

Who is already sick and pale with grief,

That thou her maid art far more fair than she

[sigh, in love] Wow

Don’t believe everything you read.

You’re not going to die

It’s too late. You can’t go back there

It’s too late, they’ve all seen you. You can’t go back to being Romeo

. Here we go. This is called

stage right. Now she’s going to come in and you come in

and say your line. Ready?

Ready; Good morrow cousin!

That wasn’t all that productiv

Just don’t think about them, look at the book.

Ready?

ready.

Now go…

Good morrow cousin

That’s his line

That’s my line

Read your lines. The pink highlighted lines

We’ll try it again

Sorry

Good Morrow cousin

Is the day so young?

But noon struck nine!

Ay me! sad hours seem long.

Was that my father that went hence so fast?

It was, what sadness lengthen’s Romeo’s hours

Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

In love

Out

Of love?

Out [he stop[s and Mercutio points out there’s more

line]

of her favour, where I am in love.

Alas that love so gentle in his view

should be so rough and tyrannous in proof

Okay, he’s nice

He’ll be your best friend

Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!

This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

Dost thou not laugh

No, coz I rather weep

Good heart, at what

Ay at that good hearts oppression

A madness most discreet,

A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

Farewell, my coz.

Soft I will go along, an if you leave me you do me wrong

Tut, I have lost myself. I am not here.

This is not Romeo. He’s some other where.

Tell me in sadness, who is it that you love?

What, shall I groan and tell thee?

Groan? why no, but sadly tell me who

A sick man in sadness makes his will

A word ill urged to one that is so ill.

In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.

I aimed so near when I supposed you loved

A right good markman! And she’s fair I love.

A fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.

O, she is rich in beauty, only poor

That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store

Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?

She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow

Do I live dead, that live to tell it now.

He ruled by me, forget to think of her

O, teach me how I should forget to think!

by giving liberty unto thin eyes, examine other beauties

Where I may read who passed that passing fair?

Farewell. Thou canst not teach me to forget

I’ll pay that doctrine or or else die in debt

But I am sent to find those persons whose names

are here writ, and can never find what names the

writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned.

In good time!

Tut man, one fire burns out another’s burning

One pain is lessened by another’s anguish

Turn giddy and be helped by backwards turning

One’s desperate grief cures another’s languish

Take some new infection to thine eye

and the old rank poison will die

Your plantain leaf is excellent for that

For what I pray thee?

For your broken shin

why Romeo, art thou mad?

My master is the great rich Capulet, and, if you be not

of the house of Montagues, I pray come and crush a

cup of wine. Rest you merry.

At this same ancient feast of capulets,

sups the fair Rosalina from thou so loves

With all the beauties of Verona

Go tither with the untainted eye

compare thy face with one I sow

and I shall make thee think thy swan a crow

One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun

Ne’er saw her match since first the world begun.

Tut you saw her fair none else being by

herself poised by herself in either eye

But in that crystals scales be weighed

your lady’s love against some other maid

That I will show you shining at this feast

And she shall scant show well that now seems best

What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?

Or shall we on without apology?

The date is out of such prolixity

We’ll have no cupid hoodwink’d with a scarf

Bearing a tartar’s painted bow of lath

scarring the ladies like a crowkeeper

Nor no without-book prologue faintly spoke

after our prompter for an enterance

we’ll let them measure us by what they will

we’ll measure a measure and be gone

What care I

What curious eye doth cote deformities?

Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.

Come knock and enter, but no sooner in but every man betake him to his legs

Even now the frozen bosom of the north

And, being angered, puffs away from thence,

Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.

This wind you talk of blows us too ourselves,

supper is come and we are too late

But he that hath the steerage of my course

Direct my sail. On, lusty gentlemen

Strike drum

Is she a Capulet?

O dear account! My life is my foe’s debt.

Away, begone, the sport is at the best

Can I go forward when my heart is here?

Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out.

Romeo, Romeo, my cousin Romeo

And, on my life, hath stol’n him home to bed.

He ran this way and leapt the orchard wall, call good Mercutio.

By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh,

And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,

That in thy likeness thou appear to us.

And if I hear thee, thou wilt anger him

Is fair and honest. In his mistress’ name,

I conjure only but to raise up him.

Come, he hath his himself among these trees

to be consorted to the humorous night

blind is his love and benefits the dark.

This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep.—

Come, shall we go?

Go then, for tis in vain, to seek him here means not be found.

Where the devil should this Romeo be?

Came he not home tonight?

Not to his father, I spoke to this man.

Why, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that

Rosaline,

Torments him so that he will sure run mad.

Tybalt the kinsmen of old capulet hath sent a letter to his house

A challenge, on my life.

Romeo will answer it

Any man that can write may answer a letter.

Nay he will answer the letter’s master, how he dares being dared.

, the very pin of his

heart cleft with the blind bow-boy’s butt shaft. And

is he a man to encounter Tybalt?

Why what is Tybalt?

. Ah, the immortal

passado, the punto reverso, the hay!

The what?

who stand so much on the new form

that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench? O their

bones, their bones!

Here come Romeo, here comes Romeo

natural that runs lolling up and down to hide his

bauble in a hole

Stop there, stop there

Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against

the hair.

Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large

If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with

you.

She will indite him to some supper!

[START ACT III]

Hey where are you going?

Digital Learning Environment.

They set the assignment due date for the beginning of

Act 4. I feel targeted.

You’re making that up…?

I’m done. I have no more scenes. Why should I

stay?

yeah well for starters, we’re a cast. We’re like a family

Yeah, well (R) isn’t even hanging around with us

anymore.

Yeah well that happens in high school, but everything going so well

Everyone’s fighting

There hasn’t been a fight in two weeks! come on, everyone’s getting along, really I even heard there’s a cast Romance but… nobody knows who it is!

It’s not real. People don’t have t-shirts for real life.

It’s a play. And we put all this work into it, and when it’s

over it just disappears anyway.

You have one more scene.

I read ahead. I’m not

there and I’m basically done already. So, I’m leaving.

You’re killing this play

It's getting hard to be someone

But it all works out!

It doesn't matter much to me

and you have to do another scene.

Yeah right. How does it begin?

I pray thee, good mercutio, lets retire

the day is hot, and the Capels are abroad

and if we met we shall not scape a brawl,

for now, these hot days is the blood mad stirring

” and, by the operation of the second

cup, draws him on the drawer when indeed there is

no need.

Am I like such a fellow

Come, come, thou art as hot a jack in thy

mood as any in Italy, and as soon moved to be

moody, and as soon moody to be moved.

And what to?

Didst thou not fall out with a tailor

for wearing his new doublet before Easter? With

another, for tying his new shoes with old ribbon?

And yet thou wilt tutor me from quarreling

An I were so apt to quarrel, as thou art. Any man should buy the fee simple of my life for an hour and a quarter

The fee, O simple

By my head here come the Capulets.

Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels?

An thou make minstrels of us, look to hear

nothing but discords. Here’s my fiddlestick; here’s

that shall make you dance. Zounds, consort!

We talk here in the public haunt of men

Either withdraw unto some private place

Or reason coldly of your grievances,

Here, all eyes gaze on us

Some show huh?

I think he’s serious

We’re just fooling around. We’re playing.

He looks serious, look for yourself

Everything we’re doing has been planned out. We

rehearsed. It’s safe.

What will you do if he really tries to kill you?

I’m an excellent sword fighter.

You don’t know a thing about sword fighting

I’ll tell you why. Because I am.

And I have a good fight choreographer.

We didn’t even rehearse this

Of course we did.

Do you remember rehearsing it? Does anyone here remember rehearsing it?

Why the hell didn’t we rehearse this?

well we didn’t have the time, and you were the one that said not to rehearse it. you’d just do it so it would look real

Real?

You said that if you were in character, you’d be able to do it just fine

I guy could get killed thinking that way.

What are you going to do?

I’m in character. I’m in the middle of a show. I

can’t just stop can I?

[doom and despair] No…

I’ve got it. I’m set, right?

You’re locked in

I am hurt.

A plague o’ both houses! I am sped.

Is he gone and hath nothing?

What? Art thou hurt?

O sweet Juliet,

Thy beauty hath made me effeminate

And in my temper softened valor’s steel.

O Romeo Romeo, brave Mercutio is dead

that brave spirit hath aspired the clouds

which too ultimately here did scorn the earth

This shall determine that.

Romeo, away, begone

The citizens are up and tybalt is slain,

stand not amazed, the prince will doom thy death

if thou art taken, hence be gone thy death

O, I am Fortune’s fool!

Why dost thou stay?

Which way ran he that killed Mercutio?

Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?

There lies that tybalt.

Where are the vile beginners of this fray?

Oh noble prince, I can discover all

the unlucky manage of this fatal brawl

There lies the young main, slain by Romeo.

who slew the kinsmen, brave Mercutio.

Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?

Tybalt here slain, who Romeo’s hand did slay

Romeo bid him bethink how nice the quarrel was

and urged withal your high displeasure.

all this uttered with gentle breath, calm look

knees humbly bowed, could not take truce

with the unruly spleen, deaf to peace

but that he tilts with peircing steel at brave mercutio’s breast

who all as hot, turns deadly point to point and with a martial scorn

with one hand beats, cold death aside and with the other sends it back to tybalt.

whose dexterity retorts it.

Romeo he cries aloud “Hold friends, Friends part” and swifter than his tounge

His arm beats down his fatal points,

and twixt them rushes from underneath his arm

and envious thrust from Tybalt, hit the life of stout Mercutio,

and then tybalt fled

But by and by comes back to romeo

Who had newly entertained revenge,

and to’t they go like lightning

for ere I could not draw to part them was the stout tybalt slain

and as he fell did Romeo turn and fly

this is the truth, or let Benvolio die

[START SECOND HALF]

Mercutio? ___? You’re done. Your role is over. [perplex]