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    Romeo and Juliet (Illustrated)
    Romeo and Juliet (Illustrated)
    Romeo and Juliet (Illustrated)
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    Romeo and Juliet (Illustrated)

    By William Shakespeare

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    Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy written by William Shakespeare early in his career about two young Italian star-crossed lovers whose deaths ultimately reconcile their feuding families. It was among Shakespeare's most popular plays during his lifetime and, along with Hamlet, is one of his most frequently performed plays. Today, the title characters are regarded as archetypal young lovers.
    LanguageEnglish
    Publishercoolaij
    Release dateApr 23, 2022
    ISBN9783985102259
    Romeo and Juliet (Illustrated)
    Author

    William Shakespeare

    William Shakespeare is widely regarded as the greatest playwright the world has seen. He produced an astonishing amount of work; 37 plays, 154 sonnets, and 5 poems. He died on 23rd April 1616, aged 52, and was buried in the Holy Trinity Church, Stratford.

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      Romeo and Juliet (Illustrated) - William Shakespeare

      Romeo and Juliet, by William Shakespeare

      Title: Romeo and Juliet

      Author: William Shakespeare

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      Language: English

      Character set encoding: UTF-8

      THE TRAGEDY OF ROMEO AND JULIET

      by William Shakespeare

      Contents

      THE PROLOGUE.

      ACT I

      Scene I. A public place.

      Scene II. A Street.

      Scene III. Room in Capulet’s House.

      Scene IV. A Street.

      Scene V. A Hall in Capulet’s House.

      ACT II

      CHORUS.

      Scene I. An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden.

      Scene II. Capulet’s Garden.

      Scene III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.

      Scene IV. A Street.

      Scene V. Capulet’s Garden.

      Scene VI. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.

      ACT III

      Scene I. A public Place.

      Scene II. A Room in Capulet’s House.

      Scene III. Friar Lawrence’s cell.

      Scene IV. A Room in Capulet’s House.

      Scene V. An open Gallery to Juliet’s Chamber, overlooking the Garden.

      ACT IV

      Scene I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.

      Scene II. Hall in Capulet’s House.

      Scene III. Juliet’s Chamber.

      Scene IV. Hall in Capulet’s House.

      Scene V. Juliet’s Chamber; Juliet on the bed.

      ACT V

      Scene I. Mantua. A Street.

      Scene II. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.

      Scene III. A churchyard; in it a Monument belonging to the Capulets.

      Dramatis Personæ

      ESCALUS, Prince of Verona.

      MERCUTIO, kinsman to the Prince, and friend to Romeo.

      PARIS, a young Nobleman, kinsman to the Prince.

      Page to Paris.

      MONTAGUE, head of a Veronese family at feud with the Capulets.

      LADY MONTAGUE, wife to Montague.

      ROMEO, son to Montague.

      BENVOLIO, nephew to Montague, and friend to Romeo.

      ABRAM, servant to Montague.

      BALTHASAR, servant to Romeo.

      CAPULET, head of a Veronese family at feud with the Montagues.

      LADY CAPULET, wife to Capulet.

      JULIET, daughter to Capulet.

      TYBALT, nephew to Lady Capulet.

      CAPULET’S COUSIN, an old man.

      NURSE to Juliet.

      PETER, servant to Juliet’s Nurse.

      SAMPSON, servant to Capulet.

      GREGORY, servant to Capulet.

      Servants.

      FRIAR LAWRENCE, a Franciscan.

      FRIAR JOHN, of the same Order.

      An Apothecary.

      CHORUS.

      Three Musicians.

      An Officer.

      Citizens of Verona; several Men and Women, relations to both houses; Maskers, Guards, Watchmen and Attendants.

      SCENE. During the greater part of the Play in Verona; once, in the Fifth Act, at Mantua.

      THE PROLOGUE

      Enter

      Chorus

      .

      CHORUS.

      Two households, both alike in dignity,

      In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,

      From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

      Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

      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’ strife.

      The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love,

      And the continuance of their parents’ rage,

      Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove,

      Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;

      The which, if you with patient ears attend,

      What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

      [Exit.]

      ACT I

      SCENE I. A public place.

      Enter

      Sampson

      and

      Gregory

      armed with swords and bucklers.

      SAMPSON.

      Gregory, on my word, we’ll not carry coals.

      GREGORY.

      No, for then we should be colliers.

      SAMPSON.

      I mean, if we be in choler, we’ll draw.

      GREGORY.

      Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o’ the collar.

      SAMPSON.

      I strike quickly, being moved.

      GREGORY.

      But thou art not quickly moved to strike.

      SAMPSON.

      A dog of the house of Montague moves me.

      GREGORY.

      To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn’st away.

      SAMPSON.

      A dog of that house shall move me to stand.

      I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague’s.

      GREGORY.

      That shows thee a weak slave, for the weakest goes to the wall.

      SAMPSON.

      True, and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Montague’s men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall.

      GREGORY.

      The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.

      SAMPSON.

      ’Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men I will be civil with the maids, I will cut off their heads.

      GREGORY.

      The heads of the maids?

      SAMPSON.

      Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt.

      GREGORY.

      They must take it in sense that feel it.

      SAMPSON.

      Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and ’tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.

      GREGORY.

      ’Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; here comes of the house of Montagues.

      Enter

      Abram

      and

      Balthasar

      .

      SAMPSON.

      My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.

      GREGORY.

      How? Turn thy back and run?

      SAMPSON.

      Fear me not.

      GREGORY.

      No, marry; I fear thee!

      SAMPSON.

      Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.

      GREGORY.

      I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list.

      SAMPSON.

      Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them, which is disgrace to them if they bear it.

      ABRAM.

      Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

      SAMPSON.

      I do bite my thumb, sir.

      ABRAM.

      Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

      SAMPSON.

      Is the law of our side if I say ay?

      GREGORY.

      No.

      SAMPSON.

      No sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir.

      GREGORY.

      Do you quarrel, sir?

      ABRAM.

      Quarrel, sir? No, sir.

      SAMPSON.

      But if you do, sir, am for you. I serve as good a man as you.

      ABRAM.

      No better.

      SAMPSON.

      Well, sir.

      Enter

      Benvolio

      .

      GREGORY.

      Say better; here comes one of my master’s kinsmen.

      SAMPSON.

      Yes, better, sir.

      ABRAM.

      You lie.

      SAMPSON.

      Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow.

      [They fight.]

      BENVOLIO.

      Part, fools! put up your swords, you know not what you do.

      [Beats down their swords.]

      Enter

      Tybalt

      .

      TYBALT.

      What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?

      Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death.

      BENVOLIO.

      I do but keep the peace, put up thy sword,

      Or manage it to part these men with me.

      TYBALT.

      What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word

      As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:

      Have at thee, coward.

      [They fight.]

      Enter three or four

      Citizens

      with clubs.

      FIRST CITIZEN.

      Clubs, bills and partisans! Strike! Beat them down!

      Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues!

      Enter

      Capulet

      in his gown, and

      Lady Capulet

      .

      CAPULET.

      What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!

      LADY CAPULET.

      A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword?

      CAPULET.

      My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,

      And flourishes his blade in spite of me.

      Enter

      Montague

      and his

      Lady Montague

      .

      MONTAGUE.

      Thou villain Capulet! Hold me not, let me go.

      LADY MONTAGUE.

      Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.

      Enter

      Prince Escalus,

      with

      Attendants

      .

      PRINCE.

      Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,

      Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,—

      Will they not hear? What, ho! You men, you beasts,

      That quench the fire of your pernicious rage

      With purple fountains issuing from your veins,

      On pain of torture, from those bloody hands

      Throw your mistemper’d weapons to the ground

      And hear the sentence of your moved prince.

      Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,

      By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,

      Have thrice disturb’d the quiet of our streets,

      And made Verona’s ancient citizens

      Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,

      To wield old partisans, in hands as old,

      Canker’d with peace, to part your canker’d hate.

      If ever you disturb our streets again,

      Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.

      For this time all the rest depart away:

      You, Capulet, shall go along with me,

      And Montague, come you

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