R & J act 3

“and says “God send me no need of thee” and, by the operation of the second cup, draws him and the drawer when indeed there is no need.”

Mercutio

“By my heel, I care not”

Mercutio

“Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo”

Tybalt

Zounds, consort!

Mercutio

Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting. Villain am I none. Therefore farewell. I see thou knowest me not.

Romeo

But love thee better than thou canst devise Till thou shalt know the reason of my love.

Romeo

And so, good Capulet, which name I tender As dearly as mine own, be satisfied

Romeo

Tybalt, you ratcatcher, will you walk?

Mercutio

A plague o’ both houses! I am sped. Is he gone and hath nothing?

Mercutio

Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, ‘tis enough. Where is my page?--- Go, villain, fetch a surgeon

Mercutio

No, ‘tis not so deep as a well nor so wide as a church door, but ‘tis enough

Mercutio

Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man

Mercutio

They have made worms’ meat of me. I have it, and soundly, too. Your houses!

Mercutio

This day’s black fate on more days doth depend. This but begins the woe others must end

Romeo

Away to heaven, respective lenity, And \[fire-eyed\] fury be my conduct now.---

Romeo

O, I am Fortune’s fool

Romeo

For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague. O cousin, cousin!

Lady Capulet

This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.

Benvolio

I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give. Romeo slew Tybalt; Romeo must not live

Lady Capulet

Romeo slew him; he slew Mercutio. Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?

Prince Escalus

And for that offense Immediately we do exile him hence.

Prince Escalus

I have an interest in your heat’s proceedings: My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding.

Prince Escalus

Bear hence this body and attend our will. Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill

Prince Escalus

Ah weraday, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone. Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s killed, he’s dead

Nurse

What storm is this that blows so contrary?

Juliet

Tybalt is gone and Romeo banished. Romeo that killed him--he is banished.

Nurse

All this is comfort. Wherefore weep I then?

Juliet

WHen theirs are dry, for Romeo’s banishment.-- Take up those cords.

Juliet

Hark you, your Romeo will be here at night

Nurse

Affliction is enamored of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.

Friar Lawrence

Thou cutt’st my head off with a golden ax And smilest upon the stroke that murders me

Romeo

This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not

Friar Lawrence

Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say “death”, For exile hath more terror in his look

Romeo

Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel

Romeo

In what vile part of this anatomy Doth my name lodge? Tell me, that I may sack The hateful mansion.

Romeo

Hast thou slain Tybalt? Wilt thou slay thyself And slay thy lady that in thy life \[lives\] By doing damned hate upon thyself?

Friar Lawrence

But look thou stay not till the watch be set, For then thou canst not pass to Mantua, Where thou shalt live till we can find a time To blaze your marriage, reconcile, your friends, Beg pardon of the Prince, and call thee back With twenty hundred thousand times more joy Than thou went’st forth in lamentation

Friar Lawrence

Either be gone before the watch be set Or by the break of day \[disguised\] from hence

Friar Lawrence

I’ll find out your man

Friar Lawrence

And he shall signify from time to time Every good hap to you that chances here

Friar Lawrence

These times of woe afford no times to woo.--

Paris

I think she will \[be\] ruled In all respects by me. Nay, more, I doubt it not.--

Capulet

Monday, ha ha! Wednesday is too soon. O’ Thursday let it be.

Capulet

\--O’ Thursday, tell her, She shall be married to this noble earl,--

Capulet

But what say you to Thursday?

Capulet

O, think’st thou we shall ever meet again?

Juliet

For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long, But send him back.

Juliet

Madam, I am not well.

Juliet

Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit

Lady Capulet

Feeling so the loss, I cannot choose but ever weep the friend

Juliet

Well, girl, thou weep’st not so much for his death As that the villain lives which slaughtered him

Lady Capulet

That same villain, Romeo

Lady Capulet

Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands. Would none but I might venge my cousin’s death!

JUliet

That he shall soon keep Tybalt company. And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied

Lady Capulet

With Romeo till I behold him--dead-- Is my poor heart, so for a kinsman vexed

Juliet

But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl

Lady Capulet

And joy comes well in such a needy time. What are they, beseech your ladyship?

Juliet

Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn

Lady Capulet

Now, by Saint Peter’s Church, and Peter too, He shall not make me there a joyful bride!

Juliet

I wonder at this haste, that I must wed Ere he that should be husband comes to woo.

Juliet

It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!

Juliet

Ay sir, but she will none, she \[gives\] you thanks. I would the fool were married to her grave

Lady Capulet

Doth she not count her blessed, Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought So worthy a gentleman to be her bride?

Capulet

Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out, you baggage! You tallow face!

Capulet

I tell thee what: get thee to church o’ Thursday, Or never after look me in the face

Capulet

God’s bread, it makes me mad

Capulet

An you be not, hang, beg, starve, de in the streets, For, by my soul, I’ll never acknowledge thee

Capulet

Delay this marriage for a month, a week, Or if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies

Juliet

What sayst thou? Hast thou not a word of joy? Some comfort, nurse.

Juliet

I think it best you married with the County.

Nurse

Romeo’s a dishclout to him. An eagle, madam, hath not so green, so quick so fair an eye As Paris hath.

Nurse

Speak’st thou from thy heart?

Juliet

Having displeased my father, to Lawrence’ cell To make confession and to be absolved

Juliet

Ancient damnation, O most wicked fiend!

Juliet

I’ll to the Friar to know his remedy. If all else fail, myself have power to die.

Juliet

thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain

Juliet

Here from Verona art thou banished

Friar Lawrence

dramatic irony

when the audience is aware of critical information that the characters on stage are unaware of. This develops the theme

caesura

a metrical pause in a line of poetry

motif

a reoccurring image/idea/symbol in a work that helps to develop the theme

assonance

close repetition of vowels, used to develop the theme, an alliteration with vowels

pun

play on words that sound the same or spelled the same but mean **very** different things

apostrophe

when the character addresses an inanimate object (talking to something that cannot talk back)

soliloquy

when the speaker is alone or thinks they are alone, they are speaking due to inner conflict and their speech consists of lots of questions

conceit

a fanciful (extended) comparison of two fundamentally different things

double entendre

From the French verb “to hear”, is a sentence with two distinctly different meanings/interpretations depending on the listener

allusion

An implicit reference to a religious/historical/literary event outside the book that helps to develop the theme

aside

stage secrets, when a person speaks in confidence (the others on stage act like they cannot hear), as if they were whispering