R&J Act 2 Test

Chorus

Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie, and young affection gapes to be his heir.

Chorus

But passion lends them power, time means, to meet, temp’ring extremities with extreme sweet.

Romeo

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

Romeo

But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? 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 that thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.

Juliet

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet.

Juliet

‘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 name belonging to a man. What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and, for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.

Romeo

With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out, and what love can do, that dares love attempt.

Romeo

My life were better ended by their hate than death prorogued wanting of thy love.

Juliet

Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face, else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek for that which thou hast heard me speak tonight. Fain would I dwell on form; fain, fain deny what I have spoke.

Juliet

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.

Juliet

O, swear not by the moon, th’ inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

Juliet

Well, do not swear. Although I joined thee, I have no joy in this contract tonight. It is too rash, to unadvised, too sudden, too like the lightning, which doth cease to be ere one can say “It lightens.” Sweet, good night. This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night. As sweet repose and rest come to thy heart as with him my breast.

Juliet

Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow then I shall say “Good night” till it be morrow.

Friar Lawrence

The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, check’ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light, then flecked darkness like a drunkard reels from forth day’s path and Titan’s fiery 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 ours with baleful weeds and precious-juiced 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 kind we sucking on her natural bosom find, many for many virtues excellent, none but for some, and yet all be different. O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies in plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities. For naught so vile that on the earth doth live but 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. Within the infant ride of this weak flower poison half the residents and medicine power

Romeo

That’s by me wounded. Both our remedies within thy help and holy physic lies. I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo, my intercession likewise steads my foe.

Friar Lawrence

Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift. Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.

Romeo

Then plainly know my heart’s dear love is set on the fair daughter of rich Capulet. As mine on hers, so hers on mine, and all combined, save what thou must combine by holy marriage. When and where and how we met, we wooed, and made the exchange of vow I’ll tell thee as we pass, but this I pray, that thou consent to marry us today.

Friar Lawrence

Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here! Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear, so soon forsaken? Young men’s love them lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine hath washed thy sallow cheeks of Rosaline! How much salt water thrown away in waste two 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 sit of an old tear that is not washed off yet. If e’er Thou washed thyself, and these woes thine. thou and these woes were all for rosaline. And art thou changed? Pronounce this sentence then

Friar Lawrence

O, she knew well thy love did read by rote, the could not spell. But come, young waverer, come, go with me. In one respect I’ll thy assistant be, for this alliance may so happy prove to turn your households’ rancor to pure love.

Friar Lawrence

Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast.

Benvolio

Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet, hath sent a letter to his father’s house.

Mercutio

More than the prince of cats. O, he’s the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance and proportion.

Mercutio

The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting phantasimes, these new tumers of accent

Nurse

But first let me tell you, if you should lead her in a fool’s paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behavior, as they say. 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 weak dealing.

Romeo

And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall. Within this hour my man [Balthazar] shall be with thee and bring thee cords made like a tackled ladder [rope ladder], which to the high topgallant of my joy must be my convoy in the secret night. Farewell. Be trusty, and I’ll quit thy pains. Farewell. Commend me to thy mistress.

Nurse

Lord, when ’twas a little prating thing- O, there is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard, but she, good soul, had as life see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer man, but I’ll warrant you, when I say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the versal world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?

Nurse

Have you got leave to go to shrift [confession] today?

Nurse

Then hie you hence to Friar Lawrence’ cell. There stays a husband to make you a wife. Now comes the wanton blood in your cheeks; they’ll be in scarlet straight at any news.

Friar Lawrence

So smile the heavens upon this holy act that after-hours with sorrow chide us not.

Romeo

Do thou but close our hands with holy words, then love-devouring death do what he dare, it is enough I may but call her mine.

Friar Lawrence

These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey is loathsome in his own deliciousness and in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as hardy as too slow.

conceit

A fanciful expression in writing or speech, and extended metaphor. Often times an unconventional comparison. Ex. Lady Capulet comparing Paris to a book.

monologue

Different from a soliloquy because it isn’t as profound and can be out of context- tangent and off-subject. A chance for someone else to show off. Ex. Queen Mab & Friar Lawrence.

soliloquy

when a character is alone onstage or thinks they’re alone. Driven by inner conflict and they have to talk out loud to express their inner discontent. Full of questions. Ex. Juliet’s balcony scene.

Aside

STAGE SECRETS- talking a though no one else on stage can hear but the audience can. Ex. Romeo talking to himself so the audience can hear, but Juliet is pretending as if she cannot.

Allusion

IMPLICIT reference to a literary, religious, or historical events. Ex. Dian, Tybalt

"therefore love moderately, long love doth so."

Friar Lawrence

"the pox of such antic, lisping, affecting phantasimes …."

Mercutio - ‘I hate tybalt’ or is cursing at tybalt

“Passion lends them power”

Chorus

“young men’s love lies not truly in their hearts but in their eyes.”

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