tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53553089253791431762024-03-08T10:39:23.089-08:00Shakespeare Scenes For Modern Times<strong>A MODERN TRANSLATION OF SHAKESPEARE'S PLAYS DESIGNED FOR NOUGHTIES' TEENAGERS AND YOUNGSTERS.</strong>Anne Lyken-Garnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425485414456096031noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355308925379143176.post-59896763633702621792010-10-05T11:10:00.000-07:002011-01-01T15:34:25.513-08:00Romeo and Juliet - Act V<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=shakes06-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=0764120859&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"></iframe>S C E N E 1</span></b></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Enter Romeo</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Romeo. Providing I can trust my dreams, some great news are coming soon! Love is what rules my heart and all day long I've had cheerful thoughts. I dreamt that my lady came and found me dead. I mean, it's such a strange dream, it would make a <i>dead</i> man think. In my dream, she brought me back to life when she kissed my lips. I rose from the dead and became an <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Emperors-Club-Widescreen-Kevin-Kline/dp/B00008NFR4?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">emperor.</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B00008NFR4" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> Oh my! how awesome it would be to actually <i>have </i>the woman I love - if just thinking about her makes me so happy.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Enter Romeo's servant, Balthasar</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Do you have news from Verona? What's it, Balthasar? Have you brought me letters from the friar? How is my lady? Is my father doing well? How's my Juliet? I asked that question twice because nothing else can be wrong if <i>she's</i> well.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Balthasar. Then she's well and nothing is wrong. Her body is now lying in Capulet's tomb, and her soul lives with the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Clockwork-Angel-Infernal-Devices-Book/dp/1416975861?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">angels </a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=1416975861" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />in heaven. I saw her being buried in her family's tomb, then came here to tell you the news. Please forgive me for bringing you such bad news, but you hired me to do this job, sir.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Romeo. Is this really true? Then I rebel against you, stars! You know where I live. Bring me some ink and paper and hire some horses. I'm going back there tonight.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Balthasar. Please sir, don't be rash. You look pale and wild. You'll hurt yourself if you just run off like this.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Romeo. Oh, you're wrong! Just go and do what I asked you to do. Don't you have a letter for me from the Friar?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Balthasar. No, my good lord.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Romeo. Never mind. Go on now and hire those horses. I'll be with you just now.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> <i>Exit Balthasar</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Well, Juliet. I'll lie with you tonight. The only thing is for me to work out how to do it. Destructive thoughts come quickly to people who're desperate. I remember a chemist - and he lives nearby. I noticed he carries around old bunches of weeds, wears tattered clothes and has bushy eyebrows. He looks insignificant. Misery seems to have worn him down to the bones. He has a tortoise shell hanging from his old shop. There's also a stuffed alligator and other animals around the place. He's got strange fish and lots of empty, straggly boxes on his shelves. There are green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds, odd strings, and old pressed rose petals on display.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">When I noticed his poverty I said to myself, if anyone ever needed <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Best-20-Years-Rock-Poison/dp/B000EHQ80K?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">poison</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000EHQ80K" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> - which they would put you to death if you sold in Mantua - this miserable beggar would sell it to them. This idea came to me before I needed the poison. Now I need this poor man to sell it to me. As I remember, this should be his house. Hang on! Today's a holiday. The beggar's shop is closed. Hey! Chemist! (Apothecary)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Chemist. Who's making that racket?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Romeo. Come here, man. I see you're poor. Here are forty ducats. Give me a gram of poison. I want something that will shoot through the veins as quickly as gunpowder through a cannon.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Chemist. I have lethal poisons like that, but it's not legal in Mantua to sell them, you know. The penalty is death.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Romeo. You're so poor and wretched, yet you're afraid to die? Your cheeks are gaunt because of hunger. Your eyes show how much you're starving and oppressed. It's clear to everyone you're a beggar. The world and its laws are not your friend. If the world ever made a law to make you rich, then you <i>should</i> be afraid to break it. As it stands, you're poor, so break the law and take this. (<i>Holds out money</i>).</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Chemist. It's my poverty, not my will that makes me take this.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Romeo. Then I appeal to your poverty, <i>not </i>your will.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Chemist. (<i>Gives Romeo poison</i>) Put this in any liquid you want and drink it. Even if you were as strong as twenty men, it will get rid of you instantly.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Romeo. (<i>Gives chemist money</i>) Here's your <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Heart-Shaped-Overlay-Pendant-Necklace/dp/B001QQBS6C?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">gold</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001QQBS6C" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. This is worse poison to men's souls, and it commits more murders in this wicked world than these poor poisons you're not allowed to sell. <i>I've</i> sold you poison. It's not the other way around. Goodbye. Buy food and put on a little weight. I'll take this medicine - not poison - with me to Juliet's grave. I have to use it there.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> <i>They exit</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=shakes06-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=B003BFUS9E&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"></iframe>S C E N E 1 1</span></b></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Enter, Friar John</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Frair John. Holy Franciscan Friar! Hi Brother!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Enter Friar Lawrence</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Frair Lawrence. That sounds like Friar John. Welcome back from Mantua. What did <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Romeo-Juliet-Blu-ray-Leonardo-DiCaprio/dp/B001AQT0ZO?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Romeo </a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001AQT0ZO" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />say? Where's the letter he wrote? Give it to me?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Frair John. I went to find one of our brothers to accompany me to Mantua. He was here in this city visiting the sick. Once I'd found him, the town officials suspected that we were both in a house that had been hit by the plague. They quarantined the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/House-M-D-Season-Hugh-Laurie/dp/B002JVWR7M?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">house</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B002JVWR7M" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />, sealed up the doors and wouldn't let us out. That's where I've been. I couldn't go to Mantua.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Friair Lawrence. So, who took my letter to Romeo then?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Friar John. I couldn't send it. Here it is (<i>he gives F. Lawrence a letter</i>). I couldn't get a messenger to bring it back to you either because they were scared of spreading the infection.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Friar L. What bad luck! The letter was not just a greeting with a pleasant message. It contained very important information, and neglecting it was a very dangerous thing. Friar John, go right away. Get me an <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Panasonic-NI-S300TR-1200-Watt-Titanium-Coated-Soleplate/dp/B001AMN4DC?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">iron</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001AMN4DC" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> crow bar and bring it immediately to my cell.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Friar J. I'll go and get it right away for you, brother.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i> Exit Friar John</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Friar L. I must go to the tomb alone now. Juliet will wake up within 3 hours. She'll be very angry with me that Romeo hasn't been told about any of what has happened. I'll have to write to Mantua again and let her stay at my cell until Romeo can get here. Poor living corpse. She's shut inside a dead man's tomb.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i> Exit</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=shakes06-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=B000002UKM&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"></iframe>S C E N E 1 1 1</span></b></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Enter <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Frommers-Paris-Colour-Complete-Guides/dp/0470470674?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Paris</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0470470674" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> and his page</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Paris. Give me your torch, boy. Go and stand over there. Put the torch out so no one can see me. Hide under those yew trees over there. Listen with your ears to the ground and make sure no one is coming into the graveyard. The ground is quite loose because it's been dug up so many times, so you should hear any footsteps. If anyone gets near, whistle to me. Give me those <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Roses-Dozen-Assorted-Rose-Flowers/dp/B00164UL6M?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">flowers</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B00164UL6M" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> and do what I told you to. Go!<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Page puts out his torch and gives Paris the flowers</i><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Page. (Aside) I'm kind of afraid to stand alone here in the graveyard. I'll have to take the risk though.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Page moves aside</i><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Paris. (Scatters flowers at Juliet's closed tomb). Sweet flower, I'm spreading flowers over your bridal bed. O woe! Your cover is dust and stones. I'll water these flowers every night with sweet water. Failing that, I'll water them with tears and moans. I'll have a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ritual-Perspectives-Dimensions-Revised-Catherine-Bell/dp/0199735107?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">ritual</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0199735107" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> for you each night. I'll put flowers on your grave and weep for you.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Page whistles</i><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The boy is warning me that someone's coming. Who could be wandering around here at this time of night.They're ruining my rituals for my true love. I wonder if they have a torch? I have to hide in the darkness for a while.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Paris moves away from the tomb. Enter Romeo and Balthasar.</i><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Romeo. Give me that pickaxe and the crowbar (takes them from Balthasar). Here, take this letter. Deliver it to my lord and father early in the morning (gives the letter to Balthasar). Give me the light (takes torch from Balthasar). Swear on your life that whatever you see or hear, you'll stand away from me and not interrupt my plans. I'm going down into this bed of death, partly because I want to see my lady's face, but mainly because I have to take a precious ring off her dead finger. I have to use that ring for a very important purpose. So, stay away.<br />
If you get a bit nosey and dare to come back to spy on what I'm going to do, I swear, I'll tear your body apart limb by limb and scatter the bits about the graveyard for the hungry <a href="http://www.amazon.com/National-Geographic-Encyclopedia-Animals-McGhee/dp/079225936X?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">animals</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=079225936X" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> to eat. I'm more savage and wild in this than a hungry tiger or the raging sea.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Balthasar. I'll go, sir. I won't bother you.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Romeo. That's the way to show your friendship to me. Take this (gives Balthasar money). Live and be prosperous. Goodbye good fellow.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Balthasar. (Aside) Despite what he said, I'll hide somewhere nearby to watch what he's up to. I don't trust that wild look on his face.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Balthasar moves aside and falls asleep</i><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Romeo. (Speaking to the tomb) You disgusting mouth of death! You've stuffed yourself with the most precious person on <i>earth</i>. I'm going to force your rotten jaws open so I can force you to eat another body. (Romeo begins to open the tomb with his tools).<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Paris. (Aside) This is that banished, arrogant Montague. He's the one who murdered my love's cousin. She died <i>because</i> she was grieving for Tybalt. Now Romeo's come here to disrespect the dead. I'll catch him. (To Romeo). Stop this vile work you're doing, Montague. Can you still want revenge on the <i>dead</i>? I've caught you, criminal! Give up and come with me. You're going to be put to death.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Romeo. I will indeed. That's <i>why </i>I came. Good and gentle young man, don't get on the wrong side of a desperate man. Just walk away and leave me. Think about the people who've died. Let them put fear in you. I beg you, young man, don't me push me. I don't want to commit another crime. I swear, I love you more than I love myself. I came with weapons to use <i>against</i> myself. Don't hang around. I want you to live and be able to say a madman showed you mercy and allowed you to run away.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Paris. I'm going nowhere! I'm arresting you as a criminal.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Romeo. Are you going to test me? Okay, then. Let's fight boy!<br />
<br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Romeo and Paris fight</i><br />
<br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/No-Quarter-Jimmy-Robert-Unledded/dp/B0002VKZKM?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Page</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0002VKZKM" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. Oh, Lord. They're fighting. I'll go and call the watchman.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> <i>Exit Page</i><br />
<br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Paris. (Falls) Oh, I've been stabbed. If you're really merciful, open the tomb so I can lie with <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Juliet-Anne-Fortier/dp/0345516109?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Juliet</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0345516109" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Paris dies</i><br />
<br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Romeo. Okay. I will. Let me look at this face. It's Mercutio's relative, noble Count Paris. What did my man say, I was so taken up with worry, I wasn't really listening. I think he said that Paris was going to marry Juliet. Is that what he said, or did I dream it? Maybe I'm just crazy. Maybe I just heard him talk about Juliet and assumed all kinds of things. Oh, give me your hand. We both have had such bad luck. I'll bury you in a good grave.<br />
<i>Romeo opens the tomb to reveal Juliet inside</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">A grave? Oh no! This is a lantern, dead young man. Here lies Juliet and her beauty makes this tomb a pleasant place, filled with light. Death, you're being buried by a dead man. (He lays Paris in the tomb).</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">How often are men happy <i>just</i> before they die. Oh, my love, my wife! Death has sucked the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ambrosia-Colorados-Western-16-Ounce-Bottles/dp/B001EO616S?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">honey</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001EO616S" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> from your breath, yet it has no power over your beauty. You're not conquered! Your lips and cheeks are still red. Death hasn't turned them white.<br />
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Tybalt, are you lying there in your bloody sheet? What better favour can I do for you than to kill your enemy who killed you, using the same hand that caused you to die so young. Forgive me, cousin. Ah, dear Juliet, why are you still so beautiful? Should I believe that death - the monster - is in love with you, and that he keeps you here to be his mistress? To avoid that happening, I'll stay with you. I'll never leave this dark place again. I'll stay here with the worms that are your chamber maids. I'll set up my everlasting rest here and forget all about the bad luck that have followed my weary flesh.<br />
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Eyes, take your last look. Arms, take your last <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Out-Of-Nothing/dp/B0012FE4AY?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">embrace</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0012FE4AY" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. Lips, the doors of breath, take your last kiss to seal the deal of death. (Romeo kisses Juliet and takes out the poison). Come bitter poison, come unsavoury guide. You desperate pilot, let's crash this tired ship against the rocks. Here's to my love! (drinks the poison). Oh, chemist. You were right. Your drugs work quickly. So with a kiss, I die.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Romeo dies</i><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Enter Friar Lawrence with lantern, crow and spade</i><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Friar L. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Life-Legends-Saint-Francis-Assisi/dp/1161468331?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Saint Francis</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=1161468331" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />, give me speed. My feet have stumbled over gravestones so many times tonight. Who's there?<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Balthasar. A friend. I know you well.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Friar L. God bless you. Can you tell me, good friend, what's that light over there? The one that lights up the tomb for worms and skulls without eyes. It looks like it's coming from Capulet's tomb.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Balthasar. It is, holy sir. My master is there. The one you care about.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Friar L. Who's it?<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Balthasar. Romeo.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Friar L. How long has he been in there?<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Balthasar. For a full half hour.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Friar L. Please come to the<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lara-Croft-Tomb-Raider-Blu-ray/dp/B000I0QLZU?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank"> tomb</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000I0QLZU" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> with me.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Balthasar. I dare not, sir. My master doesn't know I'm still here. He thinks I'm gone. He threatened me with death if I stayed to watch what he was doing.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Friar L. Stay then. I'll go alone. I'm scared. I'm really scared that something <i>terrible</i> has happened.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Balthasar. As I was sleeping under this yew tree, here. I dreamt that my master was fighting with someone and he killed him.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Friar L. (Approaches the tomb). Romeo! Oh no! Whose blood is this that stains the stony entrance of the tomb? What's the meaning of these abandoned, dirty swords? Why are they in this place of peace? (Looks inside the tomb). Romeo! You're so pale! Who else? What? Paris too? And covered in blood? When did these terrible things happen? The lady's waking up.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Juliet wakes up</i><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Juliet. Oh, Friar, you're a sight for sore eyes. Where's Romeo? I remember exactly where I am. Where is my Romeo?<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>A noise sounds from outside the tomb</i><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Friar L. I hear a noise, lady. Come out of the tomb. A greater power than us has ruined our careful plans. Come, come away. Your husband lies dead near to you. Paris too. Come, I'll put you with the sisterhood of holy <a href="http://www.amazon.com/One-Nuns-Story-Then-Now/dp/158982475X?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">nuns</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=158982475X" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. The watchman is coming, so don't stay, or he'll question you. Come, let's go, good Juliet. I dare not stay any longer.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Juliet. There's no way I'm leaving. I'm staying right here.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> <i>Exit Friar Lawrence</i><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">What's this? A cup, held in my true love's hand? He died of poison, I see. How rude of him to drink it all. He didn't leave any to help me afterwards. I'll kiss his lips. Hopefully some of the poison left there will help me die. Your lips are warm.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Enter watchmen and Paris's page</i><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Chief watchman. (To Page) Lead, boy. Which way?<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Juliet. Oh, no. Noise! I'll have to be quick here. Oh, great! A <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Extreme-Tactical-Folding-Pocket-Aluminum/dp/B001CPGVB4?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">knife</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001CPGVB4" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. My body will be your sheath. Rust inside my body and let me die (stabs herself with Romeo's dagger and dies).<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Page. This is the place. There, where that torch is burning.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Chief watchman. The ground is bloody. Some of you go and search the graveyard. Arrest whoever you find.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> <i>Exit some watchmen</i><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Pitiful sight! The <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gund-Sesame-Street-Count-Doll/dp/B0014AHHOW?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Count</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0014AHHOW" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> is dead and Juliet is bleeding. Her body is still warm which means she's <i>just</i> died, even though she's been buried here for two days. Go tell the Prince. Run to the Capulets. Wake up the Montagues. Have some more people search around.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> <i>Exit more watchmen</i><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">We see the result of all this pain. Yet we have to investigate the whole cause of this disaster.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Re-enter second watchman with Romeo's servant, Balthasa</i>r<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Second watchman. Here's Romeo's servant. We found him in the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/House-Church-Yard-Joseph-Sheridan-Fanu/dp/1443238961?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">churchyard</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=1443238961" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Chief watchman. Hold him in custody until the Prince gets here.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Re-enter third watchman with Friar Lawrence</i><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Third watchman. I found this Friar trembling, sighing and weeping. We took this pickaxe and spade from him as he was leaving this side of the churchyard.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Chief watchman. That's suspicious. Hold <i>him</i> too.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Enter the Prince with attendants</i><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Prince. What's all this so early in the morning that I have to wake up from my sleep?<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Enter Capulet and Lady Capulet</i><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Capulet. What's all the noise about?<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Lady Capulet. Oh, the people in the street are crying, 'Romeo!' Other's are saying, 'Juliet!' And some, 'Paris'. They're all running screaming and shouting towards our tomb.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Prince. What are they crying about?<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Chief watchman. Prince, Count Paris is lying here dead. Romeo is also dead and Juliet is dead again. This time she's not been dead for long.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Prince. I want you to investigate how all this happened.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Chief watchman. Here are the Friar and dead Romeo's servant. They've both been found with <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Stanley-94-248-65-piece-General-Homeowners/dp/B000UHMITE?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">tools</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000UHMITE" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> which could be used to open the tombs.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Capulet. Oh, heavens! Oh, wife, look at how our daughter is bleeding. That dagger is mistaken. It should be in that Montague's back, instead it's in my daughter's chest.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Lady Capulet. Oh my! All this sight of death reminds me of my own age, and the possibility of dying soon.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Enter Montague</i><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Prince. Come, Montague. You're <i>up</i> early to see your son and heir <i>down</i> early.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Montague. Oh, Prince, my wife died tonight. She was so sad because of Romeo's <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Exile-Outlander-Graphic-Novel/dp/0345505387?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">exile</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0345505387" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />, she grieved to death. What more pain must I endure in my old age?<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Prince. Look and you'll see.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Montague. (To Romeo) Oh you rude boy. Where are your manners? It's not right for a son to beat his father to the grave.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Prince. Be quiet for a while until we can find out what's wrong here. I want to find out what really happened and then I will lead you in your grief. In the meantime, be patient. Let's have a talk with the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Usual-Suspects-Special-Editon/dp/B00005V9HH?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">suspects</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B00005V9HH" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Friar L. I'm the prime suspect, yet I was able to do the least. I'm under most suspicion because I was here at the time of the murder. And here I stand, you can question and punish me. I've already condemned myself.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Prince. Tell us what you know, this instant.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Friar L. I'll be quick because I only have a little while left to live. To make a long story short: Romeo was Juliet's husband. I married them. Their wedding day was the same day Tybalt died. It was his untimely death that caused Romeo to be banished from the city. It was <i>Romeo </i>Juliet was pining for, not Tybalt.<br />
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You tried to get her out of her sadness by forcing her to marry the Count. She came to me desperate for me to devise a plan to get her out of the second marriage, and threatened to kill herself if I didn't. It was then I gave her a sleeping potion to make it look like she was dead. Meanwhile, I wrote to Romeo to tell him to come and help take her out from the grave when the potion wore off. However, the person who was supposed to take my letter, Friar John couldn't make it to him, and returned the letter to me last night.<br />
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When I realised it was time for Juliet to wake up, I came by myself to remove her from the grave. I was going to keep her secret in my cell until I could contact Romeo. But when I got here, just minutes before she was supposed to wake up, Paris and Romeo were already dead. When she woke up, I begged her to come out of the tomb with me and have some patience in this tragedy. A noise scared me from the tomb, and she was too desperate to come with me. As it seems, she killed herself. I know all this, and Juliet's nurse knows about the wedding. If any of this is my fault, let my old life be taken and let me suffer most of the punishment.<br />
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Prince. We've always known you as a holy man. Where's Romeo's servant? What does he have to say for himself?<br />
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Balthasar. I told my master news about Juliet's death. He then rode in from Mantua to this tomb. (He shows a letter). He gave me this letter to give to his father. He went into the tomb and threatened to kill me if I didn't leave him alone.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Prince. Give me the letter. I'll have a look at it. (He takes the letter from Balthasar). Where's the Count's servant, the one who raised the alarm? Boy, why was your master here?<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Page. He brought flowers to put on his lady's grave. He told me to stand away from here, so I did. Someone with a torch came to open the tomb, so my master drew his sword on him. When I saw that I ran away to call the watchman.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Prince. (Skims the letter). This letter confirms the Friar's story. It tells of their love and the message about her death. And here he writes that he bought poison from a poor chemist, then came to this tomb to die and lie with Juliet.<br />
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Where are the enemies? Capulet! Montague! Do you see what misery your hate has brought about? Heaven has found a way to kill the sources of your joy with <i>love</i>. For my part, because I ignored your feuds, I've also lost several of my family. We were all punished.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Capulet. Oh brother Montague, give me your hand. This is my daughter's dowry. I can ask you for nothing else.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Montague. But I can give you more. I'll make a statue of her in pure <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Overlay-Brass-Twist-Chain-Bracelet/dp/B000M4IJOI?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">gold</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000M4IJOI" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. And as long as this city is called Verona, there will be no other statue praised more than that of the true and faithful Juliet.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Capulet. <i>I'll</i> also make a similar statue of Romeo to lie next to Juliet's. They were only poor sacrifices of our enmity.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Prince. There is a dark peace this morning. The sun is too sorrowful to show itself. Let's go and talk about thise sad things some more. Some will be forgiven and some will be punished. There never was a story more painful than that of Juliet and her Romeo.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">They all exit.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>The end</b><br />
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<b><a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2010/02/romeo-and-juliet.html">Acts 1 - 1V</a></b></div>Anne Lyken-Garnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425485414456096031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355308925379143176.post-79368623486842830522010-05-16T03:47:00.000-07:002011-01-01T15:30:18.307-08:00Romeo and Juliet - Act 1V<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=shakes06-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=B000QGE8J2&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"></iframe>S C E N E 1</b></div></div><i><br />
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<i>Enter Friar Lawrence and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Spectacular-Paris-William-G-Scheller/dp/0789399806?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Paris</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0789399806" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /></i><br />
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Friar Lawrence. On Thursday, sir? That's so soon.<br />
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Paris. My father-in-law to be, Capulet, wants it that way. I'm not going to tell him no.<br />
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Friar Lawrence. You say you don't even know if the lady wants you or not. That's a bit iffy, isn't it? I don't like it one bit.<br />
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Paris. She's over-the-top with her grieving for Tybalt, so she's not really interested in love at the moment. People don't really fall in love when they're mourning, do they? Her father is not pleased about the way she's grieving so desperately. He thinks that getting her to marry soon will help her get over all the sadness and crying. Having someone by her side will help her tremendously. There! You know the real reason for the rushed marriage now.<br />
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Friar L. (Aside) I wish I <i>didn't</i> know the real reason why this marriage has to be stopped. (To Paris) Look, sir, here's the lady herself to see me.<br />
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<i>Enter Juliet</i><br />
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Paris. So glad to see you, my lady and my wife.<br />
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Juliet. That <i>may</i> be the case, sir, but only after I'm married.<br />
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Paris. Well, there's no 'may be' about it. We're getting married on Thursday.<br />
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Juliet. What will be will be.<br />
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Friar L. Isn't <i>that</i> the truth.<br />
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Paris. Have you come to make a confession to Father?<br />
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Juliet. To answer that question would be like making a confession to you.<br />
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Paris. Don't tell him you don't love me.<br />
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Juliet. I will confess to <i>you</i> that I<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sterling-Understanding-Devoted-Beautiful-Graffiti/dp/B0035FZK48?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank"> love</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0035FZK48" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> <i>him</i>.<br />
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Paris. I hope you can say the same about <i>me.</i><br />
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Juliet. If I do, it will be worth more if I say it behind your back than to your face.<br />
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Paris. Poor soul. Your face has suffered many tears.<br />
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Juliet. My face looked bad even <i>before</i> I started crying.<br />
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Paris. You're being unfair to your face by saying that.<br />
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Juliet. No. That's the truth.<br />
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Paris. Your face is mine, and you've said unfair things about it.<br />
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Juliet. That may be true because my face is certainly not my own. Do you have time to see me now, Father, or should I come to see you after evening mass?<br />
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Friar L. I've got time for you, my sad daughter, right now. Paris, sorry, can we have some privacy?<br />
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Paris. God forbid I should disturb your meeting. Juliet, on Thursday I'll wake you early (kisses her). Until then, goodbye and keep this holy kiss.<br />
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Exit Paris<br />
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Juliet. Oh, shut the door. And when you've done that, come and cry with me. I'm past hope, past cure, past help.<br />
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Friar L. Oh, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Oakley-Juliet-Mens-Active-Sunglasses/dp/B000KU6HKC?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Juliet</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000KU6HKC" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />! I already know why you're so sad. I'm at my wits end. I hear you <i>must</i> marry this Count on Thursday.<br />
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Juliet. Don't remind me about that again unless you can help me solve the mess I'm in. If <i>you're</i> so wise and you can't help me solve this problem, at least tell me my decision to end it with this knife is a good one. (She shows him a knife). God joined my heart to Romeo's. You joined our hands. Before you use your hands which have joined Romeo and me, to join me to someone else, I will kill myself.<br />
You have years of experience, give me some advice now about what to do, or this knife will make the decision for me. Don't hold out for too long because I'm impatient to die if you can't help me fix this.<br />
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Friar L. Hang on, daughter. I see some hope. Desperate times call for desperate measures and this plan is just that! If you would rather die than marry <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gund-Sesame-Street-Count-Doll/dp/B0014AHHOW?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Count</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0014AHHOW" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> Paris, then perhaps you would be willing to try something close to death to get out of this shameful situation. If you're willing, then I have a plan.<br />
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Juliet. Anything. I'd rather jump off the highest tower than marry him. You can tell me to sit in a field of poisonous snakes or chain me up with ravishing bears, or shut me up every night in a haunted house full of dead, smelly bodies, or tell me to climb down a freshly-dug grave, or wrap me up with a dead man's shroud. I've been scared just hearing people talk about these things but I will do them at the drop of a hat if it means I can be a wife to my dear Romeo.<br />
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Friar L. Okay. Go home and be happy. Give your consent to marry Paris. Tomorrow is Wednesday. Tomorrow night, make sure that you're alone and don't let the Nurse stay with you in your room. (Shows her a vial). When you're ready to go to bed, take this vial, mix the contents with liquor and drink it. It will make you fall into a death-like sleep. Your pulse will stop. Your skin will be cold to the touch and you'll stop breathing. You will turn pale and your breathing will stop. It will look like you're dead and you won't be able to move at all. You'll remain in this state for forty-two hours, after which you will wake up and feel as though you've had a long, pleasant sleep.<br />
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Now, when the bridegroom comes to wake you in the morning on Thursday, he'll think you're dead. As is the custom, you will be dressed in your best clothes, put in a coffin and be carried to the Capulet's family tomb. In the meantime, I'll let Romeo know about the plan. He'll come, wait for you to wake up, then take you away with him to Mantua. This fool-proof plan will release you from this shameful situation unless you chicken out like a little, scaredy woman.<br />
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Juliet. Give me the vial! Give it to me! Don't talk to me about fear.<br />
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Friar L. (Gives her the vial). Now, run along. Be strong and prosperous in this plan. I'll send a friar to Mantua right away with the letter to <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Danner-3-5-Romeo-II-Brown/dp/B002P66MSQ?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Romeo</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B002P66MSQ" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />.<br />
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Juliet. Love will give me strength to do this. Goodbye, dear Father.<br />
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<i>They exit separately</i><br />
End of scene 1<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse and two or three servants</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Capulet. (Gives paper to first servant) Invite all the people on this list.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i> Exit first servant</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">(To second servant) Go and hire twenty of the best cooks.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Second servant. Sir, bad cooks can't lick their own fingers, so only those that can lick their own fingers are going to be hired. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Capulet. Go on, now. We haven't got any spare time to mess around. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i> Exit second servant</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">This has come at a time when we're not even prepared for it. Has my daughter gone to see Friar Lawrence?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Nurse. Yes.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Capulet. Good. It might do her some good, the spoilt brat.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Juliet enters</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Nurse. There she is! She's back from confession looking happy and pleased with herself.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Capulet. Hello, my stubborn child. Where were you?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Juliet. Where I learned to repent the sin of being rude and disobedient to you and your rules. I was instructed by Friar Lawrence to fall at your feet and beg your forgiveness (falls on her knees). Please forgive me, I beg you. From now on I'll do as I'm told. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Capulet. Send for the Count and tell him about this. I'll have this wedding done in the morning.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Juliet. I met him at the Friar's cell. I treated him with respect and love within all the right boundaries of being modest. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Capulet. Oh, well, I'm glad to hear this. This is good. Stand up. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Juliet stands up</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">This is the way it <i>should</i> be. I'll see the Count. Yes, fine. Go and get him. God knows, our entire city owes him a lot. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Juliet. Nurse, will you come with me to my room to help me sort out all this stuff I need for the wedding tomorrow?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Lady Capulet. It's not until Thursday. We've got plenty of time.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Capulet. Go, Nurse. Go with her. We'll have the wedding at the church tomorrow.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> <i>Exit Juliet and Nurse</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Lady Capulet. We'll be short of supplies for the wedding party. It's already nearly nightfall. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Capulet. Don't worry about that. Everything will be fine. I'll see to it, wife. I promise. Go with Juliet and help dress her up. I'm not going to sleep tonight. I'll take the role of the housewife this once. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> <i>Lady Capulet exits</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">What's going on? They're all gone? Well, I'll walk to the Count's place myself and tell him about tomorrow. My heart is so wonderfully light now that this wayward girl has learned her lesson and is to be married. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> <i>Capulet exits</i><br />
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End of Scene 2<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=shakes06-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=B002E2M5NW&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"></iframe>S C E N E I I I </b></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Enter Juliet and Nurse</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Juliet. Yes, those clothes are the best. But dear Nurse, can you please leave me alone tonight. I have to say a lot of prayers to ask for blessings and guidance on my troubled and wayward life.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Enter Lady Capulet</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Lady Capulet. What's up? Are you busy? Do you need my help?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Juliet. No, madam. We've already decided on the best outfit for me to wear at the wedding. So, if you don't mind, I'd like to be left alone, please. Let the Nurse help <i>you</i> tonight because I'm sure you have your hands full to cater for this sudden preparation.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Lady Capulet. Good night. Get to bed and have your rest. I know you need it.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> <i>Exit Lady Capulet and Nurse</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Juliet. Good bye. God only knows when we will meet again. There is a cold fear flowing through my veins. It almost freezes up any warmth left in my body. Shall I call Nurse back to comfort me? What would she do to help though? In my desperate state I need to act alone. Come vial (holds out the vial) What if it doesn't work at all. If it doesn't, I'll be married in the morning. No, this will not be. This knife will take care of that (lays her life down). </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">What if the friar actually mixed poison to <i>kill</i> me. After all, he might be worried that if he does this marriage he'll be disgraced because he's already married me to Romeo. I'm scared that it's poison. But it should be safe. He's a holy man, trusted by many. What if I wake up in the tomb before Romeo comes to get me? It'll be terrible and scary because there is no air to breathe in there. Will I be dead by the time Romeo comes to save me? </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">If I live, I'll be in there surrounded by death and darkness and the terror of being in the grave with all those horrible, scary dead people. There will be bones of my ancestors, many hundred years old. Even Tybalt's body is in there, freshly buried. His corpse is still rotting. They say that at certain times in the night the spirits of the dead wake up. Oh Gosh, no! I'll wake up and smell the awful stench and hear the shrieks of the ghosts. Their screams have driven the living mad. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Oh, if I wake up too early, won't I go insane being in the midst of all these horrible things? I might start playing with my ancestors' bones or pull Tybalt's body of of his death shroud. I might bash out my own brains with one of my ancestors' bones in my madness. I think I see my cousin's ghost. He's looking for Romeo because he died by his sword. Wait, Tybalt, wait! Romeo, Romeo, Romeo! Here's a drink. I drink to you. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She drinks from the vial and falls down on the bed, hidden by the bed curtains.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">End of scene 3.<br />
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</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Lady Capulet. Hang on. Take these keys and get some more spices, Nurse.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Nurse. They're asking for dates and quinces in the pastry.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Enter Capulet</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Capulet. Come on! Wake up! The second cockerel has crowed. The curfew bell has been rung. It's 3 o'clock. Get the baked meats, Angelica. Don't worry about the cost.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Nurse. Why don't you go to bed. You'll be sick tomorrow. You've been up all night.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Capulet. What are you on about? I've stayed up lots of times before, and for less important things. I've <i>never</i> been sick before.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Lady Capulet. Ah, yes. You've been a lady's man in your time. But I keep my eye on what you're getting up to these days.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> <i>Exit Lady Capulet and Nurse</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Capulet. She's such a jealous woman!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Enter 3 or 4 servants with spits, logs and baskets</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Now, guys. What have you got there?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">First servant. Stuff for the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/New-Best-Recipe-All-New/dp/0936184744?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">cook</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0936184744" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />, sir. But I don't know what they are.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Capulet. Go on, then. Hurry up.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> <i> Exit first servant</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">(To second servant) Bring drier logs. Call Peter. He'll show you where the dry ones are.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Second servant. I'm clever enough to go and look for them. I don't have to bother Peter about this.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> <i>Exit second servant</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Capulet. Okay, then. That guy is pretty funny. He's got logs for brains though. My goodness! It's daylight already. The Count will be here with a band. He said he would. I think I hear him coming now.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Music plays offstage</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Nurse! Wife! Hello! Nurse!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Enter Nurse</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Go wake up Juliet and get her dressed. I'll go chat with Paris and keep him occupied. Hurry up because the bridegroom is already here. Hurry up, I say!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> <i>They exit</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>End of Scene 4</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Nurse. Mistress! Hey, Mistress! I bet she's fast asleep. Hey, lamb, you lazy bones. Why, love, madam, sweetheart, bride. Why won't you answer me? I bet you're taking your beauty sleep now. After all, from tonight Count Paris won't let you rest. God forgive me. Alleluia and amen. How sound asleep she is! I have to wake her up. Madam! Madam! I bet the <i>Count</i> could wake you up. (Opens the bed curtains) What? Are you still dressed in your clothes and sleeping again? I need to wake you. Lady! Lady! Lady! Oh no! My lady's dead. Oh, curse the day I was born. Get me a strong drink. My lord! My lady!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i>Enter Lady Capulet</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Lady Capulet. What's all this racket about?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Nurse. Oh, sad day.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Lady Capulet. What's the matter?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Nurse. Look, look! What a sad day.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Lady Capulet. Oh my! Oh my! My child, my only reason for living. Wake up, open your eyes, or I'll die! Help! Help! Call for help!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Enter Capulet</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Capulet. Come on and bring Juliet here. Her bridegroom has arrived.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Nurse. She's dead, deceased, she's dead. Curse the day!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Lady Capulet. Curse the day! She's dead, she's dead, she's dead!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Capulet. What? Let me see her. Oh no, she's cold. Her blood has stopped flowing and her joints are stiff. There's no life in her lips. She looks like a pretty, little flower, killed by too much frost.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Nurse. Oh, sad day!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Lady Capulet. So sad.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Capulet. Death has taken her away to make me cry, but now it's tied up my tongue as well and I can't speak.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Enter Friar Lawrence, Count Paris and </i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Playing-Heart-Great-Musicians-About/dp/0879307048?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">musicians</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0879307048" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Friar Lawrence. Is the bride ready to go to church?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Capulet. Ready to go, but never to return. (To Paris) Oh son, death has taken your wife on the night before the wedding day. There she lies. She was a flower, but death deflowered her. Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir. Death married my daughter. I'll die and leave Death everything - life, wealth - everything belongs to him.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Paris. Have I waited so long for today just to see this?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Lady Capulet. Cursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day. This is the most miserable day of all time. I had but one child - one poor, loving child. She was the only thing I rejoiced and had solace in. Now cruel death has stolen her from me.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Nurse. O woe! Oh woeful day! The saddest and most painful day that I've ever, ever seen. Oh day, oh day, oh day. Oh hateful day! There was never a day as black as this one.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Paris. She was tricked, divorced, wronged, spited and killed. Most detestable Death tricked her. Oh love! Oh life! My love is dead.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Capulet. Despised, distressed, hated, martyred, killed. Why does this have to happen at a time like this. Why did death have to ruin our wedding. Oh child, Oh child! You're my soul, but now you're dead. My child is dead and with her, all my joys will be buried.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Friar Lawrence. Be quiet. Stop yelling and screaming and reflect for a while. Heaven gave her to you, and now it's taken her back. She's in a good place now. You couldn't stop her from dying <i>some</i> day. Now heaven gives her eternal life. The highest you could hope was for her to marry a wealthy man. Your idea of heaven was that she became rich and moved up the ladder. And now you're crying because she <i>has</i> moved up into heaven itself? What kind of love is this that you go mad when your child is so well. A good marriage is not necessarily one where the woman has been married for a long time. A good marriage can be one where she was happy in it even though she died young. Dry up your tears and put your rosemary on this beautiful corpse. As the custom is, dress her in her best clothes and take her body to the church. It's natural to feel sad, but really, we should be feeling happy.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Capulet. All the things that we organised for the wedding will now be used for her funeral. Our happy music will now be sad. Our rejoicing hymns will be sad music. Our bridal flowers will be used to bury the corpse and everything else will now have the opposite purpose</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Friar Lawrence. Sir, you go in. And madam, go with him. You too, Sir Paris. Prepare to follow this lovely corpse to her grave, everyone. The heavens must be punishing you for some sin in your past. Don't make her more angry by trying to go against her will. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i> Exit Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris and Friar Lawrence</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">First musician. Let's just put away our pipes and go home now.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Nurse. That's right, guys. Just pack them away and go. As you know, this is a very sad situation.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">First musician. I know. Things will get better.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Enter Peter</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Peter. Musicians, Oh, musicians, 'Heart's Ease', 'Heart's Ease'. Please play that for me, or I'll die.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">First musician. Why, 'Heart's Ease'?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Peter. Because my heart's singing, 'My Heart is Full Of Woe.' Play me some happy <i>sad</i> song to comfort me, please.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">First musician. We're not playing sad songs. This is no time to play <i>at all</i>. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Peter. You won't then?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">First<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Complete-Musician-Student-Workbook-Integrated/dp/0195301102?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank"> musician</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0195301102" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. No.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Peter. Then I'll give it to you soundly.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">First musician. What will you give us?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Peter. Not a penny, for sure. But I'll tell everyone you're crooks.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">First musician. At least we're not <i>servants</i>.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Peter. I'll hit you across the head with a servant's knife. I warn you. I'm not kidding. You hear me?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">First musician. If you <i>make</i> us sing, <i>you'll</i> hear us.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Second musician. Please put your knife away and stop messing around.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Peter. Messing around? I'll mess around as much as I want and I'll put down my knife when I'm good and ready. (Sings) </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>When griping grief the heart doth wound</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>And doleful dumps the mind oppress,</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>Then music with her silver sound-</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">(Speaks) Why does it say 'silver sound'? What does 'music with her silver sound' mean? What do you say, Simon Catling? </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">First musician. Well, sir, because silver has a sweet sound.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Peter. That's rubbish! What do you say, Hugh Rebeck?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Second musician. I say, 'silver sound' because musicians play to earn silver.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Peter. That's a rubbish answer too! What do <i>you</i> say, James Soundpost?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Third musician. Well, I don't know <i>what</i> to say.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Peter. Oh, excuse me, but <i>you're</i> the singer. Let me tell you the answer. It says, 'music with her silver sound because musicians have no gold to make musical instruments with. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">(Sings) <i>Then music with her silver sound</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>With speedy help doth lend redress.</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> <i>Exit Peter</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">First musician. What an annoying man he is!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Second musician. Forget him. Come, we'll wait in here for the mourners and stay for dinner.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>End of act 4</i></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2010/02/romeo-and-juliet-act-1.html">Act 1</a><br />
<a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2010/03/romeo-and-juliet-act-11.html">Act 11</a><br />
<a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2010/04/romeo-and-juliet-act-111.html">Act 111</a><br />
<a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2010/10/romeo-and-juliet-act-v.html">Act V</a></div>Anne Lyken-Garnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425485414456096031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355308925379143176.post-79777028945432708652010-04-05T08:05:00.000-07:002011-01-01T15:24:14.591-08:00Romeo and Juliet - Act 111<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. I'm begging you, Mercutio. Please let's stop right here and now. It's boiling hot outside and the Cauplets are roaming about. If we meet them there's no way we'll escape a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fight-Everything-Wanted-Ass-Kicking-Afraid/dp/B001CJVYBC?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">fight</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001CJVYBC" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. You know how hot-blooded people get when it's hot.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. You know, you're like one of those guys who walks into a bar, puts his <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fantasy-Master-Dragon-Scimitar-Sword/dp/B001E4ONZO?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">sword</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001E4ONZO" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> on the counter and says, 'I hope I don't have to use you.' And by the time he's had his second drink, he draws the sword on the barman for no reason at all.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Am I really like that?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Oh, Come on! You're as hot-headed as the next guy. Someone only has to do the smallest thing for you to fly off the handle. And when you <i>want</i> to fly off the handle, you'll find any reason to do it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. So what.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. If there were two men like you, we'd have only one because pretty soon, one would kill the other. You would fight with a man over the fact that he had one more or one less hairs on his beard than you do. You would fight with a man for cracking nuts, simply because you have hazel eyes. Only <i>you</i> would find that a reason to start a fight. Your head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of yolk. I suppose that fits right up your street since your head has been beaten just like scrambled eggs because of all your fights. You have fought with a man just for coughing in the street because he woke up your dog which was lying in the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Certified-Genuine-Sterling-Flaming-Pendant/dp/B000S60KBU?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">sun</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000S60KBU" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. Didn't you fall out with your tailor for wearing his new suit before Easter? And with another for tying his new <a href="http://www.amazon.com/crocs-Cayman-Classic-Sandal-Womens/dp/B0014C0LUC?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">shoes</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0014C0LUC" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> with old shoe laces? And now you've got the guts to teach me about controlling myself?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. If <i>I</i> was in the habit of fighting the way you are, my <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tools-Techniques-Life-Insurance-Planning/dp/0872189333?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">life insurance</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0872189333" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> policy would only be good for an hour and a quarter.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. That's stupid talk.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Enter Tybalt, Petruchio and some other Capulets</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Now, look! Here comes the Capulets.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. I couldn't care less.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tybalt. (To his friends) Follow me closely. I'm going to talk to them. (To the Montagues) Good evening, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Modern-Gentleman-Guide-Essential-Manners/dp/1580084303?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">gentlemen</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=1580084303" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. Can I have a word with one of you?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. You just want <i>one</i> word? Why not couple it with something else. Make it a word and a blow, perhaps?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tybalt. I'm ready for that, if you give me a reason.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Coudn't you find a reason without <i>me</i> giving you one?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tybalt. Mercutio, <i>you</i> hang out with Romeo.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Hang out? Do you think we're <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Paul-Frank-Musician-Toddler-Tshirt/dp/B0036ORDAM?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">musicians</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0036ORDAM" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />? If we <i>were</i> musicians, you would hear nothing but noise. Here's my fiddle (his sword) I'll use this to make you dance, man!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. We're out here in public where everyone can see us. Let's go somewhere private and talk about this sensibly or go away.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Enter Romeo</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tybalt. Well, peace be with you. Here comes the man I'm looking for.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. He's not your man.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tybalt. Romeo. There's only one name for you, <i>a villain</i>.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Tybalt, I have a reason to like you. This is why I'm putting aside the rage I feel right now because of your name-calling. I'm <i>not</i> a villain. I see you don't know me, so goodbye.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tybalt. This won't make all the stuff you've done to me any better. Turn around and draw your sword.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. I disagree. I've never hurt you. I like you better than you can understand, until you know the reason why. So, good <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Penny-Loves-Kenny-Womens-Capulet/dp/B002ATMW6O?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Capulet</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B002ATMW6O" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />, the name I love like my own, just believe me and let's leave it at that.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. You can't submit to him like that. It's dishonourable! (Draws his sword) Tybalt, you rat catcher, you can fight with <i>me</i>.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tybalt. What do <i>you</i> want from me?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Good king of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cats-Musical-Commemorative-Elaine-Paige/dp/B00004XMTJ?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">cats</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B00004XMTJ" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />, I'll have one of your nine lives upfront. Depending on how things go after that, I'll beat the other eight out of you. Take your sword out of its sheath or I'll beat you about the ears with mine before you have it drawn.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tybalt. Okay. I'll fight you, if that's what you want. (Draws his sword).</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Gentle, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Engraved-Wooden-Flash-Drive-chain/dp/B002UJPHDY?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Mercutio</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B002UJPHDY" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. put your sword away.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. (To Tybalt) Come on! Your draw.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. (Draws his sword) Draw your sword, Benvolio. Let's beat down their weapons. Gentlemen, you should be ashamed. Stop this fight! Tybalt, Mercutio! The Prince has banned fighting in the streets of Verona. Stop you two!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Petruchio. Let's get out of here, Tybalt.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. He's hurt me. I curse you both and your families. Did he get away without a scratch?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. What. Are you hurt?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. It's only a scratch. Just a scratch, but it hurts like hell. Where's my page? Go, boy. Get me a doctor.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Be brave, man. It can't be that bad.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. No? It's not as deep as a well or wide as a church door, but it's bad enough to do damage. Ask for me tomorrow and you'll find that I'm a dead man. I'm done for, man. I curse both their families. I swear, I can't believe that dog, that rat, mouse, cat has tried to stab me to death. He's a villain and fights like he's learned from a sword-fencing <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Manual-Bible-Zondervan-Publishing-House/dp/0310940990?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">manual</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0310940990" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. Why on earth did you come between us? He stabbed me from under your arm.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. I thought I was doing the right thing.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Take me inside a house, Benvolio, or I'll faint. Curse your houses and your families. They've turned me into food for worms.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <i>Exit Mercutio and Benvolio</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. This gentleman, a close friend of the Prince and my best friend was mortally wounded because of me. He was only trying to defend my <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Reputation/dp/B00008OLYH?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">reputation</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B00008OLYH" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> from Tybalt's slander. Tybalt, we've been related for only an hour. Oh, sweet Juliet. Your beauty has made me soft. You've made taken apart my bravery.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Oh, Romeo, brave Mercutio is dead. That brave <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Spirit-J-P-Hightman/dp/0060850655?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">spirit</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0060850655" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> has gone to heaven. But it was way too early for him to leave this earth.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. What has happened here today will negatively affect the future. Today starts the sadness and worries that will end in days to come.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Here comes the furious Tybalt again.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. He's alive and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rock-Hard-Place-Truimphant-Story/dp/B001U11872?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">truimphant</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001U11872" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> and Mercutio is dead. I've had enough of peace and leniency. It's time to give vent to my anger. Now, Tybalt. Call me a 'villain' again. Mercutio's soul is only a little way above our heads. He's waiting for either you or me to accompany him to heaven.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tybalt. You hung out with him here, and you're the one that's going to hang out with him there.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. This fight will determine that.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>They fight and Tybalt falls and dies</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Romeo, let's get out of here. People are around and Tybalt is dead. Don't stand here in a daze. The Prince will put you to death if you get caught. Get out of here, now.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. I have such bad luck.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Why are you still here?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <i>Romeo exits</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Citizens. Which way did he run? The guy who fought with Tybalt. Which way?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Tybalt is lying over there.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Citizens. (To Tybalt) get up sir. Come with us. By the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Authority-David-Martyn-Lloyd-Jones/dp/0851513867?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">authority</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0851513867" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> of the Prince, you must obey us.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prince. Where are the vile men who started this fight?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Oh, noble Prince. I can tell you everything you need to know about this awful situation. That's Tyalt lying there. He was killed by Romeo because he killed your relative, brave Mercutio.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lady Capulet. Tybalt, my cousin! He's my brother's son. Oh Prince, Oh nephew, Husband! Oh, my nepew is dead. Prince, if you're fair you'll kill someone from the Montague family to revenge Tybalt's killing. Oh my nephew, my nephew!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prince. Benvolio, who started this bloody fight?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Tybalt did. Romeo spoke to him fairly. He told him that the fight between him and Mercutio was silly and that you would be angry because of it. All this he said in a soft, gentle voice, kneeling down to show respect. But in spite of all this, Tybalt <i>wouldn't</i> make peace. Tybalt and Mercutio started fighting one another. Romeo shouted at them, 'stop friends. Break it up!' Then he jumped in between them thinking they would put their swords down, but Tybalt stabbed Mercutio under his arm and ran away. After a while he came back to Romeo, who, by this time was getting really angry at the whole thing. They started fighting as quick as lightening, and before I could draw my sword to stop them, Tybalt was killed. Romeo ran away after that. This is the truth. I swear on my life.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lady Capulet. He's a relative of the Montagues. Of course he would lie for Romeo. He's not telling the truth. I'm sure twenty of them were involved in this, and between them they could only kill this one man. I beg you for justice, Prince. Romeo killed Tybalt so he should die.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prince. Romeo killed him. He killed Mercutio. Who should now should pay the price for Mercutio's <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Life-after-Death-revised/dp/1587613182?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">death</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=1587613182" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Montague. Not Romeo, Prince. He was Mercutio's friend. His crime only did what the law would've done anyway, by taking Tybalt's life.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prince. And for that offence, Romeo is exiled from Verona from now on. I'm involved in your rivalry because Mercutio was a relative of mine, and I'm hurt that he's dead because of your stupid feud. I'll punish you so severely, that you'll regret causing me this loss. I won't listen to any of your pleas or excuses. You can't get out of trouble by praying or bribery, so don't bother. Let Romeo leave this city at once. If he's found he'll be killed instantly. Take away this body and you'd better do what I say. Showing mercy by pardoning killers only causes more murders.</span><br />
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</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Can heaven be so hateful?</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Romeo is hateful, not heaven. Oh Romeo, Romeo! Who would've thought it would be Romeo?</span></div></div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. What kind of devil are you to torment me like this? It's like I'm being tortured in hell. Has Romeo killed himself? If you say 'yes' that one word will be more deathly to me than a poisonous snake. I won't be myself if this is what happened. Tell me if he's been killed or not. '<i>Yes'</i> or '<i>no' </i>will determine my fate. </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. I saw the wound. I saw it with my eyes. God bless that wound, there on his manly chest. A pitiful corpse, a bloody, pitiful corpse. Pale, pale as ashes, all soaked in blood. I fainted when I saw it.</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. O, my heart is broken. I will imprison my eyes and never look at freedom again. My body will go back to this vile earth and lie there doing nothing. My body will lie with Romeo's in one sad coffin. </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Oh, Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I've ever had. He was so courteous and honest! I wish I didn't live long enough to see him dead.</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. How awful this is! Romeo has been killed and Tybalt too? My dearest cousin and my dearest husband. Trumpets, play a song of doom. Who can stay alive if those two are gone?</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Tybalt is gone and Romeo is banished. Romeo killed Tybalt so he's been banished. </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Oh, Lord! did Romeo shed Tybalt's blood?</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Yes, he did. What a tragic day, all round.</span></div></div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. He's like a snake with the face of a flower. Like a dragon hiding in a beautiful cage. Beautiful tyrant. Fiendish angel. A raven with dove's feathers, a wolf dressed as a lamb. He's the opposite to what he seemed. A despised element that looked divine - like a damned saint, or an honourable villian. Oh, nature, what were you doing in hell when you put the spirit of a wicked man into someone who looked so sweet. There was never such an evil book with such a beautiful cover. I can't believe that deceit existed in such a gorgeous place.</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. There is no trust, not faith, no honesty in men. They all lie. They all cheat. They're all evil. Where's my servant? I need a drink. All this trouble and grief make me feel old. Shame be on you, Romeo!</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. I wish you get sores on your tongue for making such a wish. He was not born for this shame. Shame itself is ashamed to be a part of Romeo. He deserves to be honoured. I was mistaken for being so angry with him before. </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. You can't speak well of him. He killed your cousin.</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Should I speak ill of my <i>husband</i>? Who's going to defend his name if<b style="font-weight: normal;"> his own wife for three hours is talking bad about him? I just want to know why he killed my cousin. I know my cousin, the villain. Maybe he would've killed my husband instead. I shouldn't cry now with sorrow of Tybalt's death. I should actually cry with joy because Romeo is alive. Tybalt would've killed him. The person who would've killed my husband is dead. This is comforting news. </b></span></div></div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There's no need to cry, is there? There is worse news than the death of Tybalt. News, that makes me want to die: '<i>Tybalt is dead. Romeo is banished.</i>' That one word, 'banished' is worse than the death of ten thousand Tybalts. If Tybalt's death had been all that had happened, that would've been bad enough. But sorrow likes company. If she'd said, '<i>Tybalt is dead</i>,' then followed it up with '<i>Your mother or father or both are also dead,'</i> I would've grieved the normal way. But after saying '<i>Tybalt's dead</i>,' to follow that up with, <i>'Romeo is banished'</i> is like saying your mother, father, Tybalt, Romeo, and Juliet are all dead. '<i>Romeo is banished'</i> that news has no limit, no measure, no bound. No other words can express such pain.</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Where's my father and mother, nurse?</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. They're crying over Tybalt's corpse. Are you going to them? I'll take you there.</span></div></div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Are they washing his wounds with tears? I'll cry my tears for Romeo's banishment when their tears are dry. Pick up the rope ladder. It's no use now, just like me. Both me and the rope ladder are in exile like Romeo. This rope ladder was made as a highway to my bed, but I'll now die a virgin widow. Let's go, rope ladder. Nurse, I'll lie down in my wedding bed. Let death, not Romeo, take my virginity.</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Go to your bedroom. I'll find Romeo to comfort you. I know where he is. Mark my words, Romeo will be here tonight. I'll go to him. He's hiding at Friar Lawrence's cell.</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. (Gives the nurse a ring) Oh, find him and give him this ring, my true knight. Tell him to come and say his last goodbye to me. </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Exit</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=shakes06-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=1580495176&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"></iframe>S C E N E 1 1 1</b></span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Enter Friar Lawrence</span></i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawrence. Romeo, come out, come out. You poor soul, you're attracted to trouble and calamity.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Enter Romeo</span></i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Father, what's the news? What did the Prince say my punishment is going to be? What trouble is in store for me that I don't yet know about?</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawrence. You've had too much trouble lately. I'm sorry, but I've now got the news about the Prince's punishment.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Is it any less than total destruction?</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawrence. He was gentler than that. He doesn't want you dead, just banished.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </b></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Ha, banishment! Be kind to me and say he wants me dead. Exile is much worse than death. Please don't say I'm banished.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawrence. You're only banished from </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Verona. </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There are lots of other places in this big, wide world.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. There is no world for me outside the walls of Verona. Only torture and hell is out there. So being banished from Verona is like being banished from the entire world. Being exiled from the world is death. Banishment is just another form of being put to death. It's like cutting my head off with an axe made of gold and smiling while I'm being killed.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawrence. You rude and ungrateful boy. You should be put to death for what you did. The Prince was very kind to you, and actually took your side by offering to banish you instead. He showed you mercy. How can you </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">not</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> see that?</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </b></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. It's </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">torture</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">, not mercy. Heaven is here because it's where Juliet lives. Every cat and dog and even little mice and other lowly animals can see her, but</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> won't be able to. Even the flies will have a better love life and honour than me. At least they can land on her hand and steal immortal blessings from her lips by kissing her. She's so pure that she blushes when her own lips touch one another in kiss. But Romeo cannot. He's banished. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Flies</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> can touch her hand, but </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> have to leave. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Flies</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> are free but </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> am banished. And still you say being exiled is not death? Haven't you got any poison, or sharp knife you could use to kill me quickly? Nothing is as disgraceful as being banished. The damned use the word 'banished' when they're in hell. It's a disgusting word. Yet, you, a holy man who absolves sins and professes to be my friend don't mind putting me together with that word, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">banishment</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">?</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawrence. Are you crazy? Listen to me.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Why, so that you can tell me again about banishment?</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawrence. I'll give you something to protect you against that word. When you're in trouble philosophy is always comforting. Philosophy will comfort you even though you're banished.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. You're still on about 'banished'! Forget philosophy. Unless </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">philosophy</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> can make a Juliet, move a town to another place, and reverse the Prince's verdict, it doesn't help me one bit. Stop talking now.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawrence. Oh, so madmen like you have no ears.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. How </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">could</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> they, when wise men have no eyes?</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawrence. Let me talk to you about your situation.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. You can't talk about something you've never experienced. If you were as young as me and Juliet was in love with </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">you</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> and </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">you'd</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> been married just an hour in which time Tybalt was murdered. If you were love sick like me, and banished, then you could speak. Then you would tear your hair out and fall on the ground like I do now (Romeo falls to the ground) to measure your grave that hasn't been dug yet.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Knocking from off stage</span></i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawerence. Get up. Someone's knocking. Hide yourself, good Romeo.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. I won't hide unless the mist from my sick heart comes out and covers me like fog.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Knocking</span></i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawrence. Come on! They're still knocking. (To the person at the door) Who's there? (To Romeo) Get up, Romeo. They'll arrest you. (To the person at the door) Coming in a minute. (To Romeo) Stand up.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Knocking</span></i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Run and hide in my study... Just a minute...For the love of God! Why're you being so stupid.... Coming!</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Knocking</span></i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Why're you knocking so hard? Where do you come from? what do you want?</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Let me come in and I'll tell you why. Lady Juliet sent me.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawrence. (Opens the door) Welcome then.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Enter Nurse</span></i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Oh, holy Friar, Oh tell me holy Friar, where's my lady's husband? Where's Romeo?</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawrence. There on the ground getting drunk by his own tears.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Oh, he's acting just like my mistress. What a pitiful situation. She's blubbering and weeping too. (To Romeo) Stand up, stand up and be a man for Juliet's sake. Rise and stand.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Nurse!</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Ah, sir. Death will come for everybody.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Were you talking about Juliet? How is she? Does she think I'm just a cruel murderer because I've spoilt our joy so soon by killing her relative? Where is she? What does my secret wife say about our ruined love?</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Oh, she says nothing, sir. She only weeps and weeps. Then she falls on her bed. Then she sits up and calls out, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tybalt</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">, then </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Then she cries and falls down again.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawrence. Hang on. Don't act so desperate. You're a man, or at least you look like one. You cry like a woman, and your wild actions resemble a beast. You're a shameless woman who looks like a man or a misformed beast who's half-man. You've surprised me. I swear, I thought you were better than this. You've killed Tybalt. Will you now kill yourself and cause agony to the lady who is now a part of your life? Why do you complain so much about the heaven and earth? Birth and heaven and earth all three meet in you at the same time. Which one do you want to give up if they're all the same? You should be ashamed of yourself. You have so much talent, yet you want to abandon your love, your wit and your body because you don't put them to their proper use. It's like someone who hoards lots of money but never puts it to use by spending any.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Your body is just a wax figure without the good things and values that make up a man. The love you swore was a hollow lie. You're killing the love you vowed to cherish. Your mind is the very thing that should make your body and your love valuable, but it has mishandled both of them. You're behaving like an idiot soldier who sets off his own gunpowder because he has no sense to handle it properly. The very thing that's supposed to protect you is going to kill you. Get up, man! Your Juliet is alive. It was because of her you were almost killed earlier. You should be happy. Tybalt would've killed you but you killed </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">him</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> instead. Be happy about this. The law that was supposed to put you to death has given you exile instead. Be happy about that. You have lots of blessings in your life. Instead of enjoying the happiness life gives to you, you're pouting about bad luck and love like a spoilt little girl. </span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Listen, listen people who act like that die miserable. Go get your love as was decided at your wedding. Climb up to her bedroom and comfort her. But get out before the night watchman arrives for work. After that, escape to the city of Mantua where you'll live until we can find the right time to publicise your marriage, make peace with your friends and beg the Prince's pardon. We will welcome you back with twenty thousand times more joy than you'll have when you leave. Go ahead, Nurse. Give my regards to your lady and tell her to hurry everyone in the house to bed. I'm sure they'll want to do so because of the sadness they feel right now. Romeo will follow.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Here sir, this is a ring she wanted me to give you. (gives Romeo the ring). Hurry up, it's getting late.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Exit nurse.</span></i></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. This makes me feel so much better.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawrence. Now, go. Good night. This is what you need to do. Either go before the night watchman comes or leave at the break of day in disguise. Stay in Mantua. I'll find your servant and he'll give you the news from time to time about everything that's happening here with your case. Let me shake your hand. It's late. Farewell. Goodnight.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. I'm off to enjoy the best joy there is. I'm sorry for leaving you so abruptly. Bye.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>E</b>nter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris</i></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet. Things have been really bad lately, sir. We haven't been able to convince our daughter to marry you. You see, she really loved her cousin Tybalt, and so did I. We're all born to die, I suppose. It's getting very late. She won't be coming down tonight. Believe me, if it wasn't for you being here, <i>I</i> would've gone to bed an hour ago.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Paris. These times of grief aren't good times for thinking about love and courting. Madam, good night. Give my regards to your daughter.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lady Capulet. I will. And I'll find out what she thinks early in the morning. Tonight she's too tired with grief.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet. Sir, Paris, I'll try my best to convince my daughter you're right for her. I think she'll do whatever I say, perhaps even more. I have no doubt about that. Wife, check on her before you go to bed. Talk to her about Paris's love for her, and tell her that I'll talk to her on Wednesday - wait, what day is it today?</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Paris. Monday, my lord.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet. Monday! Ha, ha. Well, Wednesday is too soon. It'll have to be Thursday. Tell her that on Thursday she'll be married to this noble Earl. Will you be ready? Do you think it's okay for us to rush this? We won't have a big celebration, just a few friends. You know, because Tybalt was just killed recently, people may think we didn't like him very much if we celebrate too much. So we'll just have about half a dozen friends and that's it. Is Thursday any good for you?</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Paris. My lord, I wish Thursday was tomorrow.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet. Well, go on home now. Thursday it is then. (To Lady Capulet) Look in on Juliet when you go up to bed. Get her ready for her wedding day. (To Paris) Farewell, my lord. Now I'm off to bed. Dear me! It's so late that we may as well call it early. Good night.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"> </b><i> All exit</i></span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=shakes06-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=B003H6KRNO&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"></iframe>S C E N E V</b></span></b></span></div></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Enter Romeo and Juliet above the stage</i></span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Are you going now? It's not even daybreak yet. Don't worry, the bird you heard was not the morning lark, it was the evening nightingale. Every night that nightingale sings on the pomegranate tree over there. Trust me, it was the nightingale.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. It was the lark, the bird that sings in the morning, not the nightingale. Look, love what are those streaks of light in the clouds over there in the east. Night is finished and day is coming. If I want to live, I have to leave. If I stay I'll die.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. That light is <i>not</i> daylight. I'm sure of it. It's some meteor from the sun to light your way to Mantua. Please stay. You don't need to go yet.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Let me be captured and put to death. I'm happy to do it if that's what you want. I'll say that the light over there is not the break of day. It's just the reflection of the moon. I'll say that the bird I heard is not the lark. I want to stay much more than I want to go. Come, death and welcome! Juliet wants it to be that way. So, let's talk my love. It's not daylight.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. It is. It is! Get out of here. It's the lark that sings so out of tune, making such a racket. You know, some people say the lark signifies the sweet division between day and night. This is not so, because she's dividing us. Some say the lark has exchanged her eyes with the toad. Oh, how I wish they'd change voices too because it's that voice that pulls us out of each other's arms. Now men will be hunting you. Oh, go now. it's getting lighter and lighter.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. The lighter it gets, more sadness there is for us.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Enter Nurse</i></span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Madam</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Nurse?</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Your lady mother is coming to your room. Day has broken. Be careful and watch out.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <i>Exit Nurse</i></span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. The <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Microsoft-Windows-Home-Premium-Upgrade/dp/B002DHLUWK?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">window</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B002DHLUWK" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> lets day in and my life out.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Farewell, farewell. One more kiss and I'll go down.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>They kiss. Romeo goes down the ladder.</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Are you gone like that my love, my lord? My husband and friend, I <i>must</i> hear from you every day.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Farewell! I won't miss any opportunity to send my love to you.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Oh, do you think we'll ever see each other again?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. I don't doubt that we will. All these troubles will give us stories to talk about later.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Oh God, I have a soul which thinks of evil things. You look like someone dead in the bottom of a tomb. Either my eyesight is failing me or you look very pale.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Trust me love, you look like that to me too. Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Bye, bye.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <i>Exit Romeo</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Oh, luck, luck. Everyone says you're fickle. If you're fickle, what are you going to do with Romeo who's so loyal. Change your mind, luck. Send him back to me soon.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lady Capulet. (Offstage) Daughter, Are you awake?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Who's that? Is that my mother? Is she still up so late, or did she wake up early? What strange reason could she have for coming here?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Enter Lady Capulet</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lady Capulet. What's up, Juliet?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Madam, I'm not well.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lady Capulet. Still crying for your cousin Tybalt? What, do you want to wash him from his grave with your tears? Even if you did that, you couldn't bring him back to life. So, stop crying how. Grieving shows that you loved him, but too much grief makes you look a bit silly.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Let me cry for my loss.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lady Capulet. <i>You'll</i> feel the loss, but the person you lost won't feel anything.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. With the loss I feel right now, I can't help but cry for him forever.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lady Capulet. Well, girl, I'm sure you're crying not so much for the fact that he's dead, but because the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Villain-Kirk-Douglas/dp/B000063INF?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">villain</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000063INF" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> who killed him is still alive.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. What villain, madam?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lady Capulet. That villain, Romeo.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. (Aside) He's a long way from being a villain. (To Lady Capulet) God pardon him. I do, with all my heart. And yet, no man can make my heart grieve like he does.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lady Capulet. That's because that <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Murderers-Daughters-Randy-Susan-Meyers/dp/0312576986?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">murderer</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0312576986" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> is still alive.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Yes, madam. I can't reach him with my hands, and I wish that no one but me could avenge my cousin's death.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lady Capulet. We'll have revenge for it, don't you worry. Stop crying. I'll send someone to Mantua where Romeo lives. This person will poison him so soon he'll be joining Tybalt. I hope this will satisfy you.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. I will never be satisfied with Romeo until I see him - dead. Dead is how my heart feels for my cousin. Madam, if you could find a man to give him the poison, I'll mix it so that Romeo will sleep quietly soon after he's taken it. Oh, how my heart hates to hear that name when I can't go after him. I want to use the love I had for my cousin, to take my anger out on the body of the man who killed him.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lady Capulet. Find out the way and I'll find the right man. But now I have good news for you, girl.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. And joy comes at such a right time. What's the news? Please tell me.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lady Capulet. Well, you have a very good father, child. He's arranged for you to be taken out of your sadness. He's sorted something out for you that you didn't even expect or even ask for.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Madam, tell me quickly. What is it?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lady Capulet. Okay, my child. Early next Thursday morning, the brave, young, noble gentleman, Count Paris, at Saint Peter's Church, will make you a joyful bride.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Now, I swear by Saint Peter's Church and by Saint Peter too. He will <i>not</i> make me a joyful bride. I wonder why he's in such a hurry that I must marry him before he's had a chance to court me. Please tell my lord and father, madam, I will not marry yet. And if I did, I swear I'd rather marry Romeo, whom you know I hate, than Paris. Now, that's really news!</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lady Capulet. Here comes your father. Tell him so yourself and see how he takes this news.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Enter Capulet and Nurse</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet. When the sun sets the air drizzles dew. But for the end of my nephew, there's a downpour. What's up, girl? Are you a fountain? Why're you still crying? In one little body you seem to be a ship, the sea <i>and</i> the wind. Your eyes flow with water like the sea. Your body is like a ship which is sailing in a flood of salt tears. The wind is your sighs. If you don't stop crying, tears and sighs will sink your ship. So wife, how're things? Have you told her about the plans yet?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lady Capulet. Yes, sir, but she's having none of it. She says thanks, but no thanks. I wish the fool were dead and married to her grave.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet. Calm down. Let me understand this, wife. How come she refuses? Isn't she thankful? Isn't she proud of this? Doesn't she count her blessings? Doesn't she realise she's unworthy of this man who wants to marry her?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. I'm not proud of what you've done, but I'm thankful. I cannot be proud of something I hate, but I can be thankful for it because it was meant in love.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet. How is this so? This doesn't make sense. What is this? You're saying, '<i>proud</i>' and '<i>I thank you</i>' and '<i>I no thank you</i>' and '<i>not proud</i>.' You rotten little girl. I have no time for no thank yous or pride or no pride. Get yourself ready for Thursday to go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church, or I will drag you there myself. Out, you awful girl. You pale face!</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lady Capulet. Shame on you! Are you mad?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Good father, I'm begging you on my knees. Please just let me say one thing.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet. Forget it, you disobedient girl! I tell you what to do. Get to church on Thursday, or never look at me in the face again. Don't say a word. Don't answer me back. My fingers itch to slap you. Wife, we thought ourselves blessed that God lent us this one child, but now I see this one is too much and she's actually a curse. She repulses me.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. God in heaven, bless her. My lord, you're wrong to say those things to her.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet. And why, my Lady Wisdom? <i>You</i> shut up and go about with your little gossiping friends.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. I said nothing wrong.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet. Oh, for God's sake.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Can't anyone speak?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet. Be quiet, you mumbling fool. Say your serious thoughts with your own gossiping friends. We don't need to hear them here.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lady Capulet. You're too worked up.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet. I'm mad! Day, night, hour after hour, when I've been at work or at play, alone or in company, my plan has been to find her a husband. Now I've found someone of noble parentage, good looking, youthful, and well educated. He's got everything one would want in a man. And then to have this wretched fool, like a whining puppet, look at this good fortune and say, <i>I won't get married. I cannot love, I'm too young, Please excuse me.</i> Well, if you won't get married, I'll <i>excuse</i> you. Eat and stay where you like, but you will not live in this house with me. Think about it, I'm not joking here. Thursday is near. I swear, act like my daughter and I'll marry you to my friend. If not, you can beg, starve or die in the streets and I'll never acknowledge you. I'll never do anything for you or give you anything. Trust me, I won't go back on my word.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <i>Exit Capulet</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Is there no pity in the world that can see my grief? Oh, my sweet mother, don't cast me away. Delay this marriage for a month or a week. If you don't, make my bridal bed in the coffin where Tybalt is.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lady Capulet. Don't talk to me because I won't say anything. Do as you please. I'm done with you.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <i>Exit Lady Capulet</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Oh, God, Oh, Nurse, how can this be stopped? My husband is alive and well on earth. My marriage vows were made in heaven. How can I break those vows on earth unless my husband dies and goes to heaven and breaks it from there. Tell me, please give me comfort. How can heaven play such terrible tricks on someone as weak as me? Say something. Haven't you got anything good to say to me, Nurse?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Romeo has been banished so he can't dare to come back here to make you keep your vows. Even if he does come back, he has to do so undercover. Since things are the way they are, I think you should marry the count. He's a lovely gentleman. Romeo is a dishcloth when compared to him. The count's eyes are greener and quicker and better than an eagle's. I hate to say it, but I think you would be happier in this second marriage because it's much better than your first. Even if it isn't better, your first one is just as good as dead. Even if Romeo is as good as Paris, at least he doesn't live here now, so he's of no use to you.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Are you serious?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Of course I am.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Amen!</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. What?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Well, you've given me great comfort. Go in and tell my mother I've gone to Friar Lawrence's cell to make a confession and be absolved from my sins for displeasing my father.</span></span><br />
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</i></span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. That damned old lady. What a wicked witch she is. I don't know which is worse; her wanting me to break my vows, or saying bad things about my husband after she praised him so many thousands of times before. Away with her. From now on, I'm not telling her anything I think in my heart. I'm going to the friar to know what to do about this. If all else fails, at least I have the power to take my own life.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2010/02/romeo-and-juliet-act-1.html">Act 1</a></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2010/03/romeo-and-juliet-act-11.html">Act 11</a></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2010/05/romeo-and-juliet-act-1v.html">Act 1V</a></span><br />
<a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2010/10/romeo-and-juliet-act-v.html">Act V</a></div></div></div></div>Anne Lyken-Garnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425485414456096031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355308925379143176.post-62712420123243472010-03-15T13:45:00.000-07:002011-01-01T15:11:29.412-08:00Romeo and Juliet - Act 11<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Prologue</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Romeo's former loving feelings are dying and a new one is ready to take its place. First he loved Rosaline so much that he was willing to die for her. Now that he's met the lovely Juliet, he's forgotten all about his first love. Now the object of Romeo's affections loves him back. They both fell for each other's good looks. However, the person who is supposed to be his worse enemy is the very person to whom he has to profess his </i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sterling-Silver-Round-Reversible-Pendant/dp/B001TUZHE4?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank"><i>love</i></a><i><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001TUZHE4" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. On the other hand, the person Juliet should fear, is the same person who's stolen her heart. </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Because he's an enemy, Romeo has no opportunity to say the sweet things lovers usually say to each other. </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>While Juliet loves him just as much, she has even less opportunity to spend time with Romeo anywhere. </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>The love they feel for each other gives them power and in time they will get the chance to meet. Extreme <a href="http://www.amazon.com/09-17-2007-EP/dp/B0033LUEVI?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">dangers</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0033LUEVI" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> can turn into extreme sweetness.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. How can I go away when my heart remains here. I have to go back to the centre of all this.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Romeo leaves the stage front. Enter, Benvolio and Mercutio. They can't see him.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Romeo! Cousin, Romeo!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. I bet he's gone home to bed.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. No. I know he ran this way and jumped over this orchard wall. Call for him, Mercutio.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. No. Why don't I just conjure him up. (Calling out) Romeo! Madman! Crazy lover! Show yourself in the form of a sigh. Speak one rhyme and I'll know it's you. Say, 'Ah me!' Shout out, 'love' and 'dove.' Say one word to my good friend the goddess of love, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gillette-Shaving-Cartridges-8-Count-Package/dp/B00005AUIE?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Venus</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B00005AUIE" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. Just say the nickname of her blind son, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cupid-Lovers-Lane-Valentines-Pink/dp/B0034G71CM?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Cupid</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0034G71CM" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. Young Abraham Cupid made one just shot at King Cophetua when he fell in love with the beggar maid. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Talking to Benvolio) Romeo doesn't hear me. He doesn't stir, he doesn't move. The poor sod is dead. I must conjure him by Rosaline's bright eyes, her high forehead, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Smooches-Lip-Purse-Pink-Hearts/dp/B000GS6SZ2?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">red lips</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000GS6SZ2" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />, lovely legs, her trembling thighs and the things that are in the area of her thighs. In the name of all these things, appear to us, Romeo.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. He'll be angry if he hears you saying all that.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. No, that's not true. What would make him angry is if I summoned some strange spirit to sleep with her. That would be wrong. What I'm doing is really harmless. I'm saying the name of the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Intimo-Womens-Tulip-Print-Pajama/dp/B00365FH18?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">woman</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B00365FH18" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> he loves so that he'll come out to see us.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. I know. he's hidden among these trees. His love his blind, so he's keeping the right company by staying in the dark.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. If love was blind it would never hit the target. Will Romeo sit under a tree that looks like a bottom and wish his girl was that type of fruit? Romeo, I so wish that was so. Good night, Romeo. I'm off to my bed. This field is too cold for me to sleep in. Come on, Benvolio, let's go.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Yes. Let's go. Why look for him if he doesn't want to be found.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. It's easy to make fun of something you've never gone through yourself.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Juliet appears in a window above. She doesn't know he's there.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Wait! What's that light in the window up there? It's in the east and Juliet is the rising sun. Rise up, lovely sun, and get rid of the jealous <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Twilight-Saga-Moon-Two-Disc-Special/dp/B001OQCV56?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">moon</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001OQCV56" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> (Diana is the goddess of the moon and virginity). It's already sick and pale with grief because you, her servant is more beautiful than she is. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Don't be her servant because she is jealous of you. Serving her makes you look sick and green. Only fools clothe themselves with her. Get rid of it! There's my lady! I love her so. Oh, if only she knew how much I love her. she speaks, yet she says nothing. So what? Her eyes speak to me. I will answer them. I'm too quick, she's not even speaking to me. It looks like two of the best <a href="http://www.amazon.com/University-Games-19471-Wonder-Stars/dp/B00009ENDK?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">stars</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B00009ENDK" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> in heaven had to go away on business. They asked her eyes to twinkle in their places until they came back. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If the stars were in her head and her eyes were in their places in the sky, the brightness of her cheeks would outshine them, just like the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sun-Warrior-Chocolate-Protein-2-2-Pound/dp/B002IKKRZ8?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">sun</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B002IKKRZ8" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> outshines a lamp. If her eyes were in the sky, it would light it up so brightly that even at night, the birds would sing, thinking it was still daylight. Look how she leans her cheek on her hand. Oh, I wish I were that <a href="http://www.amazon.com/BLACK-UNISEX-FINGER-STRETCHY-GLOVES/dp/B000OIMPCE?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">glove</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000OIMPCE" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> on that hand so I could touch that cheek.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Oh, dear!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. (Aside) She speaks!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Oh speak again, bright angel. You're as glorious as an angel. You make mortal men look up to gaze at you in wonder.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. (She doesn't know he can hear her) Oh Romeo, Romeo! Why do you have to be who you are, Romeo? Deny your father and change your <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hidden-Truth-Your-Name-Complete/dp/034542266X?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">name</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=034542266X" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. Either that, or just swear you love me and I'll stop being a Capulet. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/William-Shakespeares-Juliet-Leonardo-DiCaprio/dp/B00008G7UJ?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Romeo</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B00008G7UJ" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. (Aside) Should I just keep listening, or should I speak now?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. (She still doesn't know Romeo can hear her). It's only by name that we're enemies. Even if you were not a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Montague-Paratrooper-Military-Folding-Mountain/dp/B001GXKVMM?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Montague</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001GXKVMM" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />, you would still be the person you are. What's 'Montague'? It's not a a hand or a foot. It's not an arm or a face or any other part of a person. Oh why couldn't it have been another name.The thing we call a rose would smell just as sweet if it had another name. Romeo would be the same sweet, perfect person he is, if his name wasn't Romeo. Romeo, get rid of your name. It has nothing to do with who you are. Throw away your name and take me instead.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. (To Juliet) I take you at your word. Just call me 'love' and I'll take on that as a new name. From now on, I'm no longer Romeo.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Who are you? Why do you hide in the dark and listen to my private thoughts.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. I don't know how to tell you who I am. I hate my name, my love, because it's an enemy to you. If I'd written my name down, I would've torn the paper up.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. I've only heard you say a few words, but already I recognise your voice. Aren't you Romeo? A Montague?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. I'm neither of them if you dislike them, my love.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. How did you get here? Why did you come? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb. Being in this place could mean death to you if any of my relatives find you.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. I flew over the walls on the wings of love. Stone structures cannot hold love out. If there is a possibility to do something, a man in love will do it. That's why your relatives don't scare me.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. If they see you, they'll kill you.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Well, an angry look from you is worse than twenty of your relatives with <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Samurai-Japanese-Sword-Katana-Honor/dp/B000OMYLJ0?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">swords</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000OMYLJ0" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. All you need to do is look at me with love and I'm a match for anything they can dish out.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. I really don't want them to see you here.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. It's dark. They won't see me. If it turns out you don't love me, I don't care if they find me anyway. I'd rather they killed me than have to live without your love.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Who told you how to get here?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Love made me want to look for you, and it's love that led me here to where you are. I'm not a sailor, but if you were as far away as on the other side of a vast <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sea-Corinne-Bailey-Rae/dp/B002X78CB2?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">sea</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B002X78CB2" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />, I would still find you.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. I know you can't see my face because it's dark outside, otherwise you would see me blushing about the things you're saying. I know I should try to keep up my good manners and deny all the things you heard me say, but forget about manners! Do you love me? I know you'll say yes, and I'll take your word for it. But you may still prove to be lying. I know they say <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Destination-Jupiter-Seymour-Simon/dp/0064437590?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Jupiter</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0064437590" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> laughs when people in love lie to each other. Oh, Romeo, if you do love me, say it and tell the truth. Otherwise, if you think I'm too easy to win, I'll play hard-to-get so you can work to win me over. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The truth is though, handsome Montague, I'm too much in love with you to do anything like that. Because of this, I know you may think I'm too easy. But trust me, I'll be more true to you than other girls who act coy and off-hand. I should've been more coy, I know that. But you already heard me saying all those things about my true feelings when I didn't know you were there. I don't want you to think that just because you made me love you so easily, that my love isn't serious.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Lady, I swear by the sacred <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Twilight-Saga-Moon-Two-Disc-Special/dp/B001OQCV56?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">moon</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001OQCV56" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> above our heads.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Don't swear by the moon. It's too inconsistent. It changes monthly. I don't want our love to be like that.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. What should I swear by?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Don't swear at all. Or if you must, swear by your lovely self because you're like a god I worship. I'll believe you then.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. If my heart's dear love...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Well, don't swear. Although I feel happy about you, I can't feel any happiness tonight in this exchange of promises. It's all too rash, ill-advised and too sudden. It's like lightening which comes then swiftly disappears before you can say, 'it's lightening!' Good night my sweet. This bud of love we feel now will have ripened into a beautiful flower the next time we meet. Good night. May sweet peace rest in your heart as it has in mine. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Are you going to leave me so unsatisfied?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. What satisfaction can you have tonight?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. An exchange of love <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Promises-Amazon-com-Exclusive-Jayne-Mansfield/dp/B000E3LKKM?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">promises</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000E3LKKM" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. I gave it to you before you asked for it. But I wish it wasn't so, just so that I can give it to you again.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Would you take it back? Why would you do that, love? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Only to give it to you again. I wish for the one thing I already have. I want to give you everything as bountifully as the sea. My love is as deep as the ocean. The more I give to you, the move I have. It's infinite.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ultimate-Nursing-Bag-Black-Great/dp/B000ZLUG6M?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Nurse</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000ZLUG6M" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> calls from inside</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I hear something inside. Bye, love. I'm coming, nurse. Sweet Montague, stay here, I'll be back in a minute.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Juliet leaves the balcony</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Oh, blessed, blessed <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Night-World-No-Daughters-Spellbinder/dp/1416974504?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">night</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=1416974504" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. I'm afraid all this is just a dream because it's so dark. It's much too good to be true. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Juliet returns to the balcony again</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Just a minute, dear Romeo. And then I have to say '<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Goodnight-Moon-Margaret-Wise-Brown/dp/0694003611?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">good night</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0694003611" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />' for good. If you have honourable feelings for me, send me a message tomorrow. I'll send a messenger to you and you can tell him where and when we could be <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lets-Get-Married-ReMarqable-Remix/dp/B00137OHFI?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">married</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B00137OHFI" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. I'll lay all my fortunes at your feet and follow you throughout the world.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. (From inside) Madam!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. (To the nurse) Just a minute! (To Romeo) ...but if you don't have honourable intentions, I beg you...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. (From inside) Madam!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. I'm coming. (To Romeo) ...to stop trying to get to me and leave me to grieve. I'll send him tomorrow. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. You bet.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. A thousand times good night.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Juliet leaves the balcony above</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Leaving you is a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Anne-Thousand-Days-Queen-Scots/dp/B000RF7XYY?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">thousand</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000RF7XYY" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> times worse than being with you. Love attracts a lover as strongly as a boy wants to leave his <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Harry-Potter-Schoolbooks-Fantastic-Quidditch/dp/043932162X?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">school books</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=043932162X" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. When lovers part it's as sad as a school boy who has to <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Study-Smarter-Not-Harder-M/dp/1551808498?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">study</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=1551808498" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Romeo is about to leave when Juliet reappears on her balcony</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Hey, Romeo. I wish I could make a call like a falconer so that I could call my falcon back to me again. I'm stuck in the house, so I have to be very quiet. Or else I would rip open the cave where the woman, Echo lies and I would make her repeat your name until her voice is hoarser than mine, saying, 'My Romeo!'</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. My soul is calling my name. The sounds of lovers calling each others' names is silver-sweet. It's like soft <a href="http://www.amazon.com/I-Dreamed-Dream-Susan-Boyle/dp/B0026P3G12?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">music</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0026P3G12" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> to all who hears them.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Romeo. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. My little chick.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. What time should I send the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Messenger-Story-Joan-Arc/dp/0767845722?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">messenger</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0767845722" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> to you?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. By nine.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Okay. It seems like twenty years from now till then. I can't remember why I called you back.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. I'll stand here until you remember.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. I've forgotten it. You may have to stand there forever. The only thing I can remember is how I love your company.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Keep forgetting, and I'll keep standing here. I'll forget I have a home and stay right here.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. It's almost morning. I want you to go, but I'll probably only be able to let you go as far as a little child lets his pet bird go. He allows it to jump from his hand for a little while, before he pulls it back again on a string because </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">he gets <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Even-Fairy-Characters-Would-Jealous/dp/B001KX8I96?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">jealous</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001KX8I96" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> when the bird is free.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. I wish I was your <a href="http://www.amazon.com/American-Goldfinch-Audubon-Plush-Authentic/dp/B000BI6CTE?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">bird</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000BI6CTE" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. So do I, love. But I would pet you so much, you would die. Good night, good night. Being apart is such sweet sorrow, so I'll say good night until it's tomorrow.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> J<i>uliet exits</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Sleep peacefully. I wish I were sleep and peace so that I could be there with you. Now, I'll go and see my priest so I can ask him for advice and tell him about my good luck. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <i>Exit</i></span><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Enter Friar Lawrence carrying a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Winsome-Wood-Storage-Baskets-Espresso/dp/B000NQ95H0?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">basket</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000NQ95H0" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /></i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Frair Lawrence. The new morning's taking over from the dark night, casting its light on the eastern clouds. I need to fill up this basket with weeds and medicinal flowers before the sun dries up the dew on the ground. The earth is nature's mother and also her tomb. The same plants which are buried, are the very same ones she's given birth to. </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Many different children come out of the Earth's excellent womb. We're all so different, yet she provides all with the right kind of nourishment we need individually. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Your-Backyard-Herb-Garden-Gardeners/dp/0875969941?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Herbs</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0875969941" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />, plants and stones all possess a special quality. Even the vile things on Earth provide her with some sort of goodness. On the other hand, even good things can turn bad if they're used for the wrong purpose or by the wrong people. </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Enter Romeo</i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Inside the middle of this little flower lies both potent poison and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Brief-History-Disease-Science-Medicine/dp/0974946656?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">medicine</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0974946656" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. If you smell it, it cheers you up completely. If you taste it, however, it could kill you. Yet, these two opposite things can reside in one flower. This is also the same for mankind. Good and evil can reside in the same place. Where evil is prominent, death takes over the entire plant.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Good morning, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Better-Dads-Stronger-Sons-Character/dp/0800730984?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Father</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0800730984" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Frair Lawrence. Bless you. Why are you greeting me so sprightly so early in the morning? Young man, it spells trouble if you're leaving your nice bed so early in the morning. Old men have things to worry about so they don't <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Harvard-Medical-School-Nights-Guides/dp/0071467432?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">sleep</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0071467432" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> very well. Young men shouldn't have that problem. That's why I know that something's wrong. You've got things on your mind. Either that, or you haven't even <i>been</i> to bed yet.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. The last one is true. I had a sweeter rest than sleep could ever give me.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawrence. God forgive you! Were you with Rosaline?</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. With Rosaline, Father? No. I've forgotten her and all the sadness she made me feel.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawrence. That's better, my son. But where have you been?</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. I'll tell you this once so I don't have to tell you again. I've been off to a feast with my enemy. Suddenly, someone wounded me and I wounded her. You have the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Concise-Laws-Power-Robert-Greene/dp/1861974043?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">power</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=1861974043" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> to cure us though. I bear no hatred, Father, this request will actually <i>benefit</i> my enemy.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawrence. Don't talk in <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Biggest-Riddle-World-Joseph-Rosenbloom/dp/0806988843?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">riddles</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0806988843" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. Say what you mean. If I misunderstand your confession, I may give you an incorrect absolution.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. I love rich Capulet's daughter. We're both set on each other in every way except for marriage, which is what you have to do for us. I'll fill you in the details later on about how we met, wooed and fell in <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sterling-Silver-Round-Reversible-Pendant/dp/B001TUZHE4?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">love</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001TUZHE4" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. We've already exchanged vows, and I'll tell you more later on, but I beg of you to agree to marry us today.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawrence. Holy Saint Francis, this is a drastic turnaround. Is Rosaline, who you loved so dearly, so quickly forgotten? <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Southpole-Young-Screen-T-Shirt-X-Large/dp/B0034XRB20?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Young men</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0034XRB20" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> love with their eyes not with their hearts. Jesus and Mary! Do you remember how much you cried for Rosaline? What a lot of wasted salty tears. You well and truly seasoned the love you never actually tasted. The sun has not yet melted all your sighs you sighed for her. Your groans of love are still ringing in my old ears. There must be stains of the tears you shed for Rosaline, still on your cheeks, not completely dried yet. You can't expect women to be faithful if men are so fickle and unreliable.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. You used to tell me off for loving Rosaline.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawrence. Ah, but I told you off for obsessing about her, not for loving her.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. But you told me to forget my love for her.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawrence. Well, I didn't tell you to get rid of one just to pick up another one, did I?</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Please, let's not do this now. The girl I love now loves me back. The other one didn't care for me.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawrence. She obviously knew that you had no idea what love is. Anyway, come on. I'll help you with your secret <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Silver-Wedding-Mini-Decorations-Favors/dp/B000N4YTPU?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">wedding</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000N4YTPU" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. But this is only because I think this union may serve to bring your households together.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Let's do it. I'm in a hurry.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawrence. Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush into things stumble.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <i>They exit</i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=shakes06-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=0812035720&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"></iframe>S C E N E I V</b></span></span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Enter Benvolio and Mercutio</i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Where the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Devils-Advocate-Keanu-Reeves/dp/6305065551?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">devil</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=6305065551" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> is Romeo. Didn't he come home last night?</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. No. Not to his father's house. I asked a servant this morning.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. That hard-hearted Rosaline is going to torment him until he goes mad.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Engraved-Wooden-Flash-Drive-chain/dp/B002UK2WW2?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Tybalt</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B002UK2WW2" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />, old Capulet's nephew, sent a letter to Romeo's father's house.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Really? I bet he wants to challenge them.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Romeo will answer it.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Any man who can write a letter, knows how to answer one.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. What I mean is Romeo will respond to the challenge and rise to it.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Dear me! Poor Romeo. He's already dead. Stabbed by a fair girl's black eye. He's been cut through the ear with a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ultimate-Love-Songs-Vision/dp/B0006JMLKW?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">love song</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0006JMLKW" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. The centre of his heart was split by Cupid's arrow. And now he has to face <i>Tybalt</i>.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Why? What's it about Tybalt?</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. He's tough. He's brave and does everything with precision. He fights just like you sing at a recital. He's got timing, distance and good pitch. He knows just which spot to hit. He's like a butcher. He goes right for the heart and nothing else. I mean, he went to the best duelling school. He's got all the moves.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Has he.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. I mean, I really don't like those fancy guys who use <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Franklin-Pagemark-Dictionary-Booklight-words/dp/B0002OP83S?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">foreign words</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0002OP83S" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> and accents for stuff. I hate their affected ways, posh talk and proper mannerisms. They can't feel free to enjoy normal things.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Enter Romeo</i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Here he comes.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Gosh, he looks dried up. Looks like he's lost some weight too. He's all lovey dovey. (To Romeo) You left us in the lurch and ran out on us last night.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Good morning to you both. What do you mean I left you in a lurch?</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Don't you see what I'm saying? You gave us the slip, man.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Sorry about that. I had very important business to take care of. </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Couldn't hang around to worry about good manners and all that.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Yeah. Don't think I don't know what your 'important business' was all about. I'm sure it was the kind that makes you weak in the knees.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Like 'bending my knees.'</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. You're exactly right, man!</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. I'll leave it at that. That's the most polite explanation.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Yeah. I <i>am</i> the master of manners and courtesy, you know.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. <i>And</i> the mistress.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Whatever.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Sure.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. This <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jokelopedia-Biggest-Best-Silliest-Dumbest/dp/0761142088?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">joke</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0761142088" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> is getting stale now. That's all you do, make fun of everything.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. It's all silliness, really.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. What do <i>you</i> say, Benvolio?</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. I could keep this up for ages. I don't run out of wit, you know. Shall I just declare myself the winner?</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mervutio. Well, if your jokes will all veer out on a tangent, I'm done. You have more off-tangent ideas in one joke than I have in five. I can't do them like you do.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. At least make and <i>effort</i> to keep up, man.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Well, I <i>can</i> bite you in the ear for a laugh.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Don't you even try.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Your wit is a very sharp tasting sauce.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Well then it's the right sauce to eat with a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bring-Goose/dp/B000HWXTFE?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">goose</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000HWXTFE" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. And that's meant to be <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Funny-Fork-Extendable-Gadget-Novelty/dp/B001MKG5V0?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">funny</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001MKG5V0" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />?</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Come on.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. You know, I think all this joking around is a lot better than pining over love. Now, you're as jovial as your old self. Love had made you into a drivelling idiot looking for some place to stick your head.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Stop right there.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Hey, I'm not done.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. I've got to stop you, otherwise you'd be going on and on and on.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. That's where you're wrong, my man. I always finish it up short and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Action-Sweet-Anthology/dp/B001RTP490?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">sweet</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001RTP490" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Enter nurse and her servant Peter. They can't hear the three young men talking about them. They seem to think that the nurse is a prostitute.</i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Here's a sight for sore eyes.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Gosh! She's as big as a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ghost-Ship-Blu-ray-Gabriel-Byrne/dp/B002CVQAX6?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">ship</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B002CVQAX6" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. There are two of them, a man and a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/K-Bell-Womens-Assorted-No-Show/dp/B001T9NNYG?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">woman</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001T9NNYG" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Peter!</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Peter. Yes.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Give me my fan.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Go on, Peter. Give her the fan so she can hide her face with it. Her fan is prettier than she is.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Good morning, gentlemen. (The nurse and Peter meet the young men).</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Good afternoon, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Humps-Lovely-Lumps-Unplugged-Vocal/dp/B002B44J2I?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">lovely lady</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B002B44J2I" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. It's afternoon already?</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Well, my <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sony-ICF-C318-Automatic-Clock-Radio/dp/B000MXWSY6?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">clock</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000MXWSY6" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> is caressing the hand of noon time.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. How rude you are!</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. I'm a man. That's my job, lady.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. You're right there. Don't I know that very well. Anyway, can any of you tell me where I can find Romeo?</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. I can tell you. But young Romeo will be older when you find him, than he was when you first started looking for him. I'm the youngest man by that name. There is no one younger or worse.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. You speak well.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Very well and wise (mocking).</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. (To Romeo) If you're <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Get-Low-Romeo/dp/B001TK27Z6?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Romeo</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001TK27Z6" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> I have to speak with you in conference. (The nurse said the wrong word when she meant, 'confidence.' She's not very good with big words).</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. She'll indite (he's making fun of her incorrect use of the word above. He means, 'invite') him to a dinner party.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. I think I know what it is.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. What do you mean.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. She's not a prostitute, unless she's using her ugliness to hide that fact. (He sings) Meat from an old rabbit is good to eat if you can't get anything else. But if it's so old that it goes bad before you've had a chance to eat it, then you've wasted your money on it.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Speaks) Romeo, are you coming to your father's house for lunch?</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rmeo. Yes, I'll follow you in a minute.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Bye old lady. Bye, old lady, lady.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <i>Exit Mercutio and Benvolio</i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/NURSE-COMFORT-KINDNESS-Expressively-Bracelet/dp/B00207Z5RO?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Nurse</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B00207Z5RO" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. Who on earth does he think he is. Does he have to be so rude and foul-mouthed.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. He's just loves to hear the sound of his own voice. He talks a lot but says nothing.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. If he says anything bad about me, I always get my revenge. Even if he was bigger and louder than he is, I still get my own back. If I can't do it myself, I'd find someone else who can. What a jerk. I'm not one of his stupid little lady friends. (To Peter) And you stood there and let him talk to me like that.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Peter. I didn't see anyone make fun of you. If that was the case, I'd have drawn my <a href="http://www.amazon.com/New-Weapons-World-Encyclopedia-International/dp/0312368321?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">weapon</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0312368321" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> as quick as a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Flash-CS4-Professional-Digital-Classroom/dp/0470410930?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">flash</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0470410930" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. Trust me, I'll draw my weapon as quick as anyone else if I think a fight is starting and the law is on my side.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. I swear to you, I'm so angry, I'm shaking all over. How dare he, the jerk!</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(To Romeo) Can I have a word with you please? As I told you, my young lady wants me to ask you a question. What she wanted me to say, I'll keep to myself. But first let me tell you, if you're making a fool of her, it would be crime because she is so young. If you're trying to trick her, it would be seriously wrong to do to any woman and very bad of you.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Nurse, give my regards to your lady and mistress. I swear to you...</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. You seem to have a good heart, and I'll tell her so. Believe you me, she will be a happy woman.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. What will you tell her? You haven't listened to anything I've said.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. I will tell her, sir that you protest to her. (She means propose). That's a gentlemanly thing to do.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Listen. Tell her to make up some reason to get out of her <a href="http://www.amazon.com/House-M-D-Season-Hugh-Laurie/dp/B0024FAD8I?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">house</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0024FAD8I" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> this afternoon and come to the Friar Lawrence's chapel where we can make our vows and be married. (Gives her money) Here is a reward for your efforts.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. No. I won't take a<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sleeves-Penny-Sleeve-Baseball-Sports/dp/B000Y4HI7A?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank"> penny</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000Y4HI7A" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. I insist.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. (Takes the money) She'll be there.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Wait, good nurse. Within the hour, my servant will be behind the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Abbey-Road-Vinyl-Beatles/dp/B000002UB2?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">abbey</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000002UB2" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> wall. He'll give you a rope ladder. I'll use this to climb over the wall at night to meet Juliet in secret when it's dark. Goodbye. Be trustworthy and I'll reward you for it. Commend me to your mistress.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. God bless you. Listen to me, sir.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. What do you want to say to me?</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Can your servant keep the secret? Have you never heard the saying, 'Two can conspire together to put one away'?</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. He's trustworthy.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Well, sir, my mistress is the sweetest lady. You know, when she was a little child, there was a nobleman in the town, his name is <a href="http://www.amazon.com/This-Paris/dp/0789310635?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Paris</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0789310635" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />, who wanted to claim her for himself. But Juliet would rather see a toad than see him. I tease her sometimes by telling her Paris is better for her than you are. But I swear, when I say that she turns as white as the whitest sheet in the world. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rosemary-Seeds-MUST-HAVE-herb/dp/B000SQMZ54?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Rosemary</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000SQMZ54" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />, the token for lovers, and Romeo begin with the same letter.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Yes, nurse. How about that. They both begin with R.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Oh, you're funny. That's a dog's name. R is for the... No, I know it begins with some other letter. She says the most pretty things about you and rosemary. You should hear them.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Give my regards to your lady.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Yes a thousand times. Peter!</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Peter. I'm here.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Go ahead of me.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <i>Exit</i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. I sent the nurse to find Romeo since nine o'clock. She promised to return in half an hour but she's not back yet. I wonder if she couldn't find him. Oh, that can't be so. She's so slow. The <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Unionbay-Young-Higgins-Cargo-Messenger/dp/B0038KXWY0?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">messenger</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0038KXWY0" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />s of love should be thoughts that fly ten times faster than sun beams. They should be able to push back the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Standing-Shadows-Motown-Joe-Hunter/dp/B00008J2HC?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">shadows </a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B00008J2HC" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />that hang over dark hills, just like quick doves carry love. They have Cupid's wings so they can fly as fast as the wind. Now the sun is on the highest hill. That means it's now noon. Still, she hasn't come back yet. If she was young and sprightly she would've been as swift as a ball. My words would bounce her to him, then <i>his</i> sweet words would bounce her right back to me. But so many old people act like they were already dead. Sluggish, slow, fat and colourless like lead.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Enter nurse and Peter</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Oh Good! There she comes. Oh <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Darling-Novel-Russell-Banks/dp/0060957352?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">darling</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0060957352" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />, nurse. What did he say? Did you see him? Send Peter away.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Peter, wait for me at the gate.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Now, darling nurse, Dear me! Why do you look so sad? Even if it's bad news, just tell it to me quickly. If you have good news, this is an awful trick of yours, having such a sour face.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. I'm tired. Let me rest up a bit. Oh, how my bones hurt! I've been all over the place today.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. I wish you had my <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bones-Season-Four-Body-Bag/dp/B001L1S1OY?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">bones</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001L1S1OY" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> and I had <i>your</i> news. Please, come on, tell me.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Dear me! You're in such a hurry. Can't you wait a bit? Can't you see I'm out of breath?</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. How can you be out of breath if you have enough breath to <i>tell </i>me you're out of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Miracle-Breath-Mastering-Healing-Experiencing/dp/1577314786?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">breath</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=1577314786" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />? The excuse you have to delay the news is longer than the actual news itself. Is the news good or bad? Answer that. Say that and I'll wait for the details later. Tell me so I could just know and be done with it. Is it good or bad?</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Well, you've made a stupid choice. You don't know how to pick a man. Romeo's face is handsome than any other man's. His legs are great. His hands, feet and body aren't much to talk about, but they're still finer than most. He's not the most polite man I've met, but I'll give him this, he's as gentle as a lamb. Off you go now. Be good. Have you eaten yet?</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. No not yet. I know everything you've just said to me. What did he say about our <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Improve-Marriage-Without-Talking-About/dp/0767923189?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">marriage</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0767923189" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. What about that?</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Lord! How my head aches. What a terrible headache I've got. It's pounding as if it will crack up in 20 different places. My back is playing up too. Ah, my back, my back! (Juliet rubs her back) Not there.The other side! It's all your fault for sending me running all over the place. I could catch my death.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Believe me I'm so sorry you're not well. Please, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me what my love said.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Your love says, like an honourable gentleman, and a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and I swear, a virtuous...where is your mother?</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Where is my <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Loving-Family-Sterling-Silver-Pendant/dp/B000PAOHCW?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">mother</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000PAOHCW" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />? Why, she's inside. Where else would she be? How odd your answer is. 'Your love says, like a honest gentleman, where is your mother?'</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Oh holy Mary! Are you this impatient? Come on, you're being silly. Is this what I get for my aching bones. From now on, take care of your messages yourself.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. You're blowing this out of proportion. Come on, What did Romeo say?</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Do you have permission to go out to church today?</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Yes.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Then hurry up and go over to Friar Lawrence's cell. There's a husband there, waiting to make you a wife. Here comes the blood rushing to your cheeks. You blush bright red at any news. Rush to the church. I'll go a different way to get a rope ladder. Your love will use it to climb up to your window when it gets <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Round-Edges-Dark/dp/B0000645FX?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">dark</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0000645FX" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. I'll do all the dull, dreary work for your pleasure. But soon <i>you'll </i>be doing the work at night. You go to the cell and I'll go to dinner.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Great! Wish me good luck. Bye, sweet nurse!</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Enter Friar Lawrence and Romeo</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawrence. May the heavens bless this holy act of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Preparing-Marriage-Discover-Gods-Lifetime/dp/0830746404?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">marriage</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0830746404" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> so that nothing happens in the future to make us regret it.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Amen! Amen! But whatever sorrows come our way, it can't be greater than the joy I feel when I look at her. Join us with your holy words, then even love-destroying death can take its best shot at us. Just to be able to call her mine is enough for me.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Frair Lawrence. These sudden bursts of joy have sudden endings too. They burn themselves up just like <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gunpowder-Treason-Plot-David-Young/dp/1845490649?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">gunpowder</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=1845490649" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> consumes itself. Even the sweetest honey makes you sick if you eat too much of it too quickly. Once you've devoured it, you don't want any more any time soon. So, love each other wisely and in moderation. Let long-lasting love prevail. Too fast is the same as too slow.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Juliet enters in a great rush and embraces Romeo</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Here she comes. A footstep as light as hers will not be able to endure the difficult and rocky road of life. Lovers feel so light. They feel as though they can walk on a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Spectacular-Spider-Man-Electronic-Spinning-Blaster/dp/B00262JIHQ?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">spider's web</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B00262JIHQ" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />, just like a summer breeze and not fall. That's how fleeting happiness is.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Good evening my confessor.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawrence. Romeo will thank you, my dear, for both of us.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. I'll thank him right back, just so we're even.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Oh, Juliet, if you're as happy as I am, and you're better with words, tell me all about the happiness you imagine we'll have when we're married.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Imagination is a lot better than how much you can describe in words. Anyone who can actually count the things they have is poor. My true love is so much, I can't even count half of it.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friar Lawrence. Come. Come with me and we'll do this quickly. I'm certainly not leaving you two on your own before I marry you to each other.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Exit</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">End of Act 11</span><br />
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<a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2010/04/romeo-and-juliet-act-111.html">Act 111</a><br />
<a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2010/05/romeo-and-juliet-act-1v.html">Act 1V</a><br />
<a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2010/10/romeo-and-juliet-act-v.html">Act V</a></div><br />
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</span>Anne Lyken-Garnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425485414456096031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355308925379143176.post-62071348945679925062010-02-08T14:38:00.000-08:002010-10-05T11:38:49.833-07:00Romeo and Juliet<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.thearchetypalconnection.com/images/Romeo_and_Juliet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.thearchetypalconnection.com/images/Romeo_and_Juliet.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> </span><a href="http://images.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=http://www.thearchetypalconnection.com/images/Romeo_and_Juliet.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.thearchetypalconnection.com/ANIMA.htm&usg=__skiRhHuWyU0Dc_Tqy7kiLR9Qg4k=&h=800&w=536&sz=69&hl=en&start=16&sig2=Idun1dJWFLc1ZZI5ITolew&itbs=1&tbnid=Zn9ZQKk19VViXM:&tbnh=143&tbnw=96&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dromeo%2Band%2Bjuliet%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den&ei=KYtwS6OoLsKu4QbWsemsBw">image source</a></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Escalus - Prince of Verona</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio - relative of the Prince and friend of Romeo</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Paris - young count, relative of the Prince and Mercutio and Juliet's suitor</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Montague - head of the Veronese family at war with the Capulets.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lady Montague</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo - son of the Montagues</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio - nephew of Montague and friend of Romeo and Mercutio</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet - head of the Veronese family at war with the Montagues</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet - daughter of Capulet</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tybalt - nephew of Lady Capulet</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>The Prologue</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Enter Chorus</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This story is set in the beautiful city of Verona.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Two wealthy and aristocratic households continuously fight over </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">An ancient grudge held between them for generations. This grudge is so deep, it causes citizens to fight and kill their fellow citizens while taking sides. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">From these two sworn enemies, arise an unlucky pair of children who fall in love with each other and eventually take their own lives. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Their death cause their parents to stop fighting. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For the next two hours we will show you the unfortunate journey of this cursed love and how, only their children's death could stop their parents from warring against each other. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Be patient and listen. Whatever we haven't told you here, will all be revealed shortly.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2010/02/romeo-and-juliet-act-1.html">Act 1</a></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2010/03/romeo-and-juliet-act-11.html">Act 11</a></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Romeo and Juliet - other useful links</b></span><br />
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<b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romeo_and_juliet"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo and Juliet - Wikipedia </span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<a href="http://www.william-shakespeare.info/script-text-romeo-and-juliet.htm"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The original Romeo and Juliet text (and study)</span></b></a><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/drama/shakespeare/60secondshakespeare/watch/northampton_romeoandjuliet.shtml"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">BBC - 60 second Romeo and Juliet (by students)</span></b></a><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<a href="http://www.enotes.com/romeo-and-juliet/"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo and Juliet - Students' Study Guide</span></b></a><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<a href="http://us.penguingroup.com/static/pdf/teachersguides/romeojuliet.pdf"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo and Juliet - Teachers' Guide</span></b></a><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Romeo-Juliet-Leonard-Whiting/dp/0792165055"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo and Juliet 1968 video</span></b></a><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span>Anne Lyken-Garnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425485414456096031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355308925379143176.post-80606021261169794232010-02-08T12:54:00.000-08:002011-01-01T15:05:12.451-08:00Romeo and Juliet - Act 1<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Enter Sampson and Gregory (Capulet's servants) carrying some swords and shields.</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sampson. Gregory, I swear, we shouldn't be carrying all their rubbish and stuff, you know.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gregory. You're right. Because then we'd be </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">rubbish</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> men.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sampson. I mean, if they start treating us like trash, we'll fight back, right?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gregory. Yes. Then you'll have to fight to get yourself out of a good hanging. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sampson. I'm fast and nasty when I get angry, you know.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gregory. Yeah. But it takes a lot of pushing to get </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">you</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> angry.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sampson. Even so. I'll tell you what really gets me going - those dogs from Montague house.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gregory. Get going by </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">running</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">away, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">you mean.</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Bravery is to stand and fight, man. When </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">you</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> get going, you run away.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sampson. Any jerk from that house will get me angry enough to stand and fight. I don't care for any of them. I'd let anyone of them walk in the gutter, man or woman.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gregory. That means </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">you're</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> the weak one. Weak people take the best for themselves.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sampson. I suppose you're right. Okay then, I'll let the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">men</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> walk in the gutters, but not the women. Women are weak already, so I'll push them against the wall instead. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gregory. The quarrel is between our masters. We're just men who work for them.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sampson. No matter. We're all the same. Listen to this. Once I've beaten up the men, I'll be nice to their women - I'll take off their heads!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gregory. What? The </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">women's </span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">heads?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sampson. Yeah. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Their </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">heads or their maidenheads. Whatever. Take it any way you feel like.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gregory. The women whose maiden heads you take will have to '</span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">feel'</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> it. Not me.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sampson. They'll feel it, alright. Everyone knows I'm a nice piece of flesh. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gregory. Then it's a good thing you're not fish. Cos if you were, you'd be </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">dried</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> fish. Here come some Montague guys. Draw your tool.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sampson. I've got my naked weapon out. Go on and fight. I've got your back.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gregory. How? by turning your back and running?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sampson. Course not! Don't worry about me.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gregory. No. I </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">worry</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> about you. That's exactly the point.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sampson. Okay. Okay. Let's not break the law. Let them start first. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gregory. I'll make a face at them as I pass by. Let them react to that and we'll go from there.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sampson. Or how about if I insult them by biting my thumb at them. They won't be able to bear that disgrace, eh? </span><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Sampson bites his thumb at the men)</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Abram. Did you just bite your thumb at us?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sampson. Well, I'm here biting.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Abram. You biting at us?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sampson. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(aside to Gregory)</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Would the law be on our side if I say </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">yes</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gregory. No.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Samspon. (</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To Abram</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">) No. Not biting at you. I'm just here chilling - biting my thumb.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gregory. (</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To Abram)</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> What? You trying to start a fight?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Abram? Fight? Who me? No way, man.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sampson. Well if you do, I'm all up for it. The man I work for is as good as the man </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">you</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> work for.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Abram. My employer is better.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sampson. Well...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gregory. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Aside to Sampson</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">) Say our guy is better. Here comes my boss's nephew.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sampson (</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To Abram)</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">. No. Ours is better.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Abram. Liar!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sampson. Draw your sword if you call yourself a man. Gregory, remember your strike.</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They fight</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Stop it, you idiots! Put your swords away. What on earth are you doing!</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Enter Tybalt, Lady Capulet's nephew</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tybalt. Guys, you've pulled your swords to fight with these worthless people? Turn around Benvolio. Look at the man who's going to kill you.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> only trying to keep the peace. Put your sword away or at least use it to help me part this fight. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tybalt. What? You draw your sword and then talk about peace? I hate the word peace just like I hate hell and all the Montagues and </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">you</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">. Shut up and have a go if you think you're hard enough. Coward!</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They fight</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Enter 3 or 4 other people with clubs and spears</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">People. Use your clubs and spears to fight them. Beat them all down. Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues!</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Enter old Capulet, wearing a gown, together with his wife</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet. What's all this commotion. Quick! Give me my long sword.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lady Capulet. You should ask for a crutch, not a sword.</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Enter old Montague and his wife</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet. No. I want my sword. Look, Old Montague is here and he's got </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">his</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> sword.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Montague. Capulet, you moron. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(His wife holds him back) </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Let me go. Don't hold me back.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lady Montague. No way. I won't let you fight.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prince. What's wrong with you people! You enemies of peace. Why won't you listen to me? You draw your sword against your own neighbours. You there! You're like animals; quenching your anger with fountains of blood. I'm so angry with you, I'll send you to be tortured if you don't drop those weapons of yours right now.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You, Capulet and Montague have caused three brawls from teasing each other. Three times you've disturbed the peace of our streets. You've made even the elderly people of Verona have to take off their dress-clothes to jump in and part your fights. If you ever disturb our streets again, you'll pay for it with your lives. All you others, go away now. There's nothing to see here. You, Capulet, you're coming with me. Montague, you're coming by this afternoon to hear my judgement on the matter. Again. All you others, go away before I put you to death. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Exit all except Montague, his wife and Benvolio</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Montague. Who started up this old fight. Tell me nephew, were you here when it started?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. By the time I arrived, yours and Capulet's servants were already at it. I jumped in to part the fight, but at the same time, that tearaway, Tybalt came up with his sword already drawn. He started to taunt me and wave his stupid sword about the place. I got upset so I teased him back. While this was going on more and more people came in and joined the fight on either side. It was then that the prince came and parted the whole thing.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lady Montague. I wonder where Romeo is. Have you seen him today? I'm so glad he wasn't involved in all this.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Madam, I woke up very early this morning, way before the sun had risen. I went for a walk because I've got lots on my mind. I went round by the sycamore grove over on the west side of the city. When I got there I saw your son but before I could go over to speak to him, he saw me and hid in the woods. You know, I thought he was feeling exactly like I was, so I left him alone. I know that when you're feeling this way, the last thing you want is company. I was happy enough to leave him on his own. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Montague. He's been seen over there a lot these days. Many times he's crying and walking around with a grey, sad face in the gloom. As soon as the sun comes up, he comes back home and locks himself up in his room. He shuts his curtains to keep the daylight out so he could be in his room with only a lamp light. We'd better get help for him soon, from someone good.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Uncle, do you know what's wrong with him?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Montague. No. And I've asked him, but he won't say.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Have you pressed him to find out? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Montague. Oh yes. I've asked him and so have lots of our friends. But he keeps his secret close to himself. He won't tell anyone anything. He's like a bud which is being eaten from inside out by a vicious worm. He can't show his beauty to anyone or open up to the outside world. If only we could know what's bothering him, we would do anything to make it better.</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Enter Romeo</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Look, here he comes. Please go and I'll pester him to find out what's wrong.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Montague. Good luck with that. (</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To his wife)</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Come, dear, let's go.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Good morning, cousin.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Is it still morning?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. It's only just nine o'clock.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Hmmm. How time stands still when you're sad. Was that my father who just left in a hurry?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Yes. So, what's this sadness that makes time stand still?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. I don't have the thing that makes time fly.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. In love?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. More like 'out.'</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Of love?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. It's just that she doesn't love me back.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. I see. That's love, all right. It's supposed to be kind but it can hurt like hell. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Yes. That's love. It's supposed to be blind, yet it can clearly see where it wants you to go and what it wants to do. Where shall we eat? Oh, dear! Was there a fight here? (</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">seeing the blood)</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> No, wait. Don't tell me. I've heard it all before. This fight has got to do with hatred, but more so with love. O brawling love, O loving hate. Oh anything out of nothing. O heavy lightness, serious vanity. Orderly chaos, feather of lead, bright haziness, cold fire, sick health. Waking sleep, Nothing is what it should be. This love I feel, no love is like this. Are you laughing at me?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Either that, or I would cry.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Whatever for?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Because of your sadness.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Why is love like this. My own sorrow lies heavy in my chest. Don't make me feel sorry for you now, or I'll feel even worse. You care about my worries, so that makes me even sadder now. Love is a smoke made with fumes of sighs. When all is clear, it's a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes. When it's angry, it's a sea nourished by lovers' tears. What is love, but a hidden madness, a choking bitterness and a preserving sweet. Bye, cousin.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Don't worry. I'll come with you. We can't leave each other on their own in this state, now you've made me sad as well.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. I've already left myself. I'm not here. This is not Romeo. He's off somewhere else.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Stop that now. But seriously, cousin, tell me who she is.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. What? Should I groan and tell you?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Groan? No. Seriously tell me who she is.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. You wouldn't tell a sick man to seriously make his will, would you? It's just not something you do. Well, seriously, cousin, I love a woman.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Well I guessed as much.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Well, you would be right. I tell you, she's so beautiful.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Beautiful girls are the first ones to be taken.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Well, you're wrong there. This one refuses to have anyone. She's smart and strong-willed and chaste. She won't be bothered by love and all that weak stuff. She won't listen to anything you say about love, she won't let you look at her lovingly and she won't even receive gifts of gold. She's rich in beauty, but poor in reality because when she dies, all that beauty will die with her.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. So she's taken a chastity vow?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Yes. She's wasting all that beauty being chaste. Starving herself of a loving marriage is only preventing future generations from inheriting all that beauty. She's too pretty and too wise to get that satisfaction out of making me sad. She's vowed not to fall in love and that vow means that while I'm still alive, I'm dead. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. If I had a say in it, I would advise you to forget her.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. How?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Well, there's other fish in the see. Allow yourself to look at other girls. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Seeing beautiful girls will only remind me of her exquisite beauty. It's like when beautiful girls wear black masks over their faces. It only makes you wonder what's under it. A blind man never forgets how precious his eyesight was. When I see other pretty girls, it only serves as an arrow to point me in her direction. Bye. You can't really help me forget her.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Oh, please let me help you. I will, or I'll die trying.</span><br />
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</span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Enter: Capulet, Count Paris and Peter, a servant</span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Capulet. (Carrying on a conversation) But Montague took the same oath I did. He's got the same responsibility as me. I mean, we're old men, right. It shouldn't be hard for us to keep the peace. </span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Paris. I know you're both respected men. It's a shame you've been enemies for so long. However, the important thing here is, what's your answer to my question. </span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Capulet. Like I said, at 14, my daughter is still very young. Let's wait at least 2 more years before we start talking about marrying her off.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Paris. Younger girls than her have married and have made very good mothers.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Capulet. Yes, but then they have to grow up way too soon. I mean, it's up to her, really. I give my permission for you to talk to her, but in the end the decision has to be hers. If you manage to make her love you I'll agree to give you her hand in marriage. Tell you what, tonight I'm having my annual party. I've got lots of close friends coming. I'd be happy to add you to my invited guest list. You'll be mingling with the stars at my house tonight. You'll be exposed to some of the very best-looking young women around. My daughter being just one of them. I know you young men love that sort of thing, so I want you to take a good look around at all the ladies who'll be here. You might find that my daughter is not one of the best ones for you after all. What do you say?</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">(</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">To the servant Peter, giving him a piece of pape</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">r) Come here young man. Go around Verona. Find the people on this list and tell them they're welcome at my house tonight.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> Exit Capulet and Paris</span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Peter. Yeah, right! 'Find the people whose names are written here.' Shoemakers and tailors may be able to work with each other's tools. A fisherman may be able to paint, and an artist might be able to fish. But come on! Me being able to find the people on this list? Ha! I can't even read. There's no way I'll be able to find them without a bit of help. Oh yes! Here comes some people, right in the nick of time.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Enter Benvolio and Romeo</span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Benvolio. (</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">To Romeo</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">) Tell you what, you can put out a fire by starting another one on top of it. A brand new pain will make the old one hurt less. If you're dizzy, you can turn the opposite way to cure your dizziness. A new grief will cure your old one. Fall for another girl and you'll soon be rid of your love-sickness.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Romeo. I heard the plantain leaf is a good cure for stuff like that.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Benvolio. Stuff like what?</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Romeo. For when you cut your shin.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Benvolio. Have you gone mad?</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Romeo. No. But I'm tied up in a straight jacket. Locked away in prison and kept without any food. I'm well and truly whipped. (</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">To Peter</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">) 'Evening.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Peter. Good evening. Sorry to bother you, but can you read?</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Romeo. Yes. I can read misery in my future.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Peter. Maybe you've learned to read without books. But tell me, can you read things you see on paper?</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Romeo. Well, that depends...</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Peter. Okay. Thanks for an honest answer. Have a nice day.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Romeo. Only kidding with you. Of course, I can read. (</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">He reads the paper</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">). Sir Martino and his wife and daughters. Count Anselme and his beautiful sisters. Vitruvio's widow. Sir Placentio and his lovely nieces. Mercutio and his brother Valentine. My uncle Capulet and his wife and daughters. My beautiful niece Rosaline and Livia. Sir Valentio and his cousin Tybalt. Lucio and the lively Helena. That's a nice group of people. Where are they all invited to?</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Peter. Up</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Romeo. Where? To supper?</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Peter. To our house.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Romeo. Whose house?</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Peter. My master's.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Romeo. I should've asked you before who he is.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Peter. The great and rich Capulet. And as long as you don't belong to the house of Montague, please come and have some wine. Have a good day.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Benvolio. This Rosaline you love so much will be there, along with all the other beautiful, admired women of Verona. You should go and compare her to all those other girls. You may find that she's not that beautiful after all.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Romeo. My eyes have often been drowned with tears, but they have never died. But believe me when I say, if they ever lie to me like that, making me </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">falsely</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> believe that the girl I love is the most beautiful in the world, I hope my tears turn into flames and burn them up completely. Even the sun has never seen such a beauty since the world has begun.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Benvolio. Come on, Romeo! the first time you saw her no one else was around. It was there and then you decided she was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. Be objective here. Go to the supper and see these other women and you'll see that she's really not the best. </span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Romeo. I'll go. Not because I believe I'll see someone more beautiful, but because I just want to see her.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">They exit</span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=shakes06-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=0792165055&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"></iframe></span></b></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">S C E N E 111</span></b></span></span></b></span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Enter Lady Capulet and nurse</span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></i></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Lady Capulet. Nurse, where is my daughter? Could you get her for me?</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Nurse. I swear to you, my Lady. I swear by the fact I've been celibate for 12 years. I did tell here to come. Where are you, Juliet? What are you doing?</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Juliet. What do you want?</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Nurse. Your mother wants you.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Juliet. Here I am, mum. What do you want?</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Lady C. Listen to me. Nurse, leave us for a while. I have to speak to my daughter in private. Nurse, come back. I just remembered you know how young my daughter is. You </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">can</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> listen to this. </span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Nurse. I know her age down to the very last hour.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Lady C. She's not fourteen yet. </span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Nurse. I'd bet 14 of my own teeth on that! However, I only have 4. You're right she's not 14 yet. How long is it until August 1st?</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Lady C. A little over 2 weeks.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Nurse. She'll be 14 on the last day of July. She and Susan, God rest her Christian soul, were born on the same day. Well, Susan died and is with God. She was too good for me. But like I said, on the last day of July, she'll be 14. Oh, yes. I remember that very well. It's been 11 years since the earthquake, the day she was weaned. </span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I'll never forget it. I'd out wormwood on my breast that day and sat in the sun under the dovehouse wall. Master and you were in Mantua on holiday. I say, I've got such a good memory! But as I was saying, when she tasted that bitter wormwood on my nipple, she wasn't very pleased with my breast at all. </span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">When the earthquake started, that dovehouse started to shake. Boy! was I out of there in a hurry. That was all 11 years ago. By then she could stand up all on her own. She could run and toddle about. I remember because she had this cut on her forehead just the day before. My husband - God rests his soul, he was such a funny man - picked her up. He said, 'Did you fall on your face? You'll fall on your back when you come of age, won't you, Jule?' And I swear, this little girl stopped crying and said, yes. How about that? What was a joke has come true. I bet if I live to see a thousand years, I'll never forget it. 'Won't you, Jule?' he said. And pretty child, just stopped crying and said, yes.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Lady C. Enough, please be quiet.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Nurse. Yes, madam. But I can't help laughing. To think she would stop crying and say yes. I swear, she had a bump on her forehead as big as a rooster's testicles. It was an awful knock, and she cried bitterly. But as soon as my husband said, 'Yes, and you will lie on your back when you come of age. Won't you, Jule?' she brightened up and said, yes.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Juliet. Oh, stop it now, nurse. </span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Nurse. Okay, okay. I'm done now. May God bless you. You weren't the prettiest baby that I'd ever nursed, but my wish will come true to see you married one day.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Lady C. Well, 'marriage' is exactly what we have to talk about. How do you feel about getting married, Juliet?</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Juliet. Well, it's an honour that I do </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">not</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> dream of. </span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Nurse. An honour! If I was your only nurse, I'd say you sucked wisdom out of my breast.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Lady C. Well, you should start thinking of marriage now. Younger girls than you here in Verona, honourable ladies, have already had children. If I'm right, I had you when I was about your age. I'll be frank about this, Paris wants you to marry him.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Nurse. What a man he is. He's the most perfect man in the world for you. He couldn't be more perfect if he was sculpted from wax.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Lady C. He's like the finest flower Verona has in summer time.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Nurse. No, he </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">is</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> the flower. </span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Lady C. What do you say then? Can you love this gentleman? You'll see him tonight at our feast. Study his face and you'll see how handsome he is. Look at every bit of his features and see how they all come together perfectly to make him very handsome. If you've still not made up your mind, just look into his eyes. All he's missing now is a wife to make him complete. Just as it won't be right for the fish not to live in the sea, it's not right for a beautiful girl like you to hide from a handsome man like him. He's perfect and admired in many people's eyes and if you're with him, you'll be perfect and admired too. You will share in all that he owns, and you'll lose nothing of your own by having him.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Nurse. Lose? No, she'll </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">gain</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">. Women gain by having a man.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Lady C. Give me an answer. Could you love Paris?</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Juliet. I'll look at him and give it a try. But I won't let myself fall for him unless you say I have to.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Enter Peter</span></i></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </i></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Peter. Madam the guests are all here. Supper is served and they want you out there. People are also asking for Juliet. The nurse is being sworn at in the pantry and everything is getting completely out of hand. I've to go and serve the guests now. Please, please come out.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Lady C. Okay, we'll come. Juliet, the count is waiting for you.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Nurse. You go girl. Look for a man who'll give you happy nights at the end of happy days. </span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Exit</span></i></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=shakes06-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=B001AQT0ZO&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"></iframe></span></b></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">S C E N E 1 V</span></b></span></span></b></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span></b></span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"></span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></b></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio with 5 or 6 others. They're dressed as masked party dancers and carrying torches.</i></span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. What excuse will we give for being there? Or should we just go in without saying anything?</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Those days of long speeches are gone. We won't have a blindfolded Cupid to scare off the ladies like some scarecrow. We don't need to memorise some pathetic little speech to introduce our act. We'll get in there, do our gig and leave. Let them judge it any way they want to. </span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Give me a torch. I'm not in the mood to dance. I'll just carry the light for you.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. No, Romeo. Come on, you've got to dance.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Nah, not me. You're wearing dancing shoes with proper flexible soles. Look at mine. They're made out of solid lead. They're so heavy I can't move around properly.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. You're a lover, man. Pretend you're wearing Cupid's wings and fly high.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Cupid? His arrow has pierced me so deep I can't fly, <i>even</i> with his feathers. I can't keep my head above dull sadness because I always feel so wounded. I'm sinking under the heavy burden of love.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. You're blaming love for your misery. It's not fair to blame such a tender thing as love.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Is love <i>really</i> tender? It's far too rough, rude, boisterous, and it pricks like a thorn.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. If love is rough with you, you should be rough with it, man. If you prick love back when it pricks you, you'll soon beat it down. I need a mask for my face, and another mask for my mask. I don't care who sees my deformities. This mask with its bushy eyebrows will represent all my emotions tonight.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Come on! Let's knock and go in. As soon as we get in, let's all just start dancing. </span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. I'll carry the torch. I'll let you happy guys dance and enjoy yourselves. There's a saying that you can't lose if you don't play to start with. It'll be fun, but not for me, I'm afraid. </span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Come on! You're being a spoil sport. As serious as a police officer. Excuse me, but if you're going to be like that, we're going to have to get you to fall out of love soon. let's go. We're wasting daylight here.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. No, we're not. It's night time.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. What I meant was, we're wasting the light of our torches. It's just like wasting sunshine by day. You know what I meant. Stop being so literal.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. I know we all mean well for doing this, but it's not a very good idea.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Why not?</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. I had a dream last night.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Well, so did I.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. What was <i>your</i> dream?</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. That dreamers often lie.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. That dreamers lie in bed and dream about things that will actually happen.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. Aha! I see you've been with Queen Mab.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Who's Queen Mab?</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. She's the fairies' midwife. She's as big as the stone on a ring. She rides around, drawn in a wagon by a group of little atoms. She rides over men's noses as they sleep. The spokes of her wagon are made of spider's legs. Her wagon's cover is made with wings of grasshoppers. The harness are tiny spiders' webs. The collars are made from moonbeams. Her whip's handle is a cricket's bone. Her wagon driver is a small grey-coated gnat, who isn't half the size of a round little worm sprung from the finger of a lazy young girl. Her chariot is an empty hazelnut shell. It was made by a carpenter's squirrel.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They've always made wagons for fairies, you know. Queen Mab gallops during the night, through lover's brains, causing them to dream of love. She rides over courtiers' knees and makes them dream of curtsying straight. Over lawyers' fingers and they dream of their fees. Over ladies' lips and they dream of kisses. Queen Mab puts blisters on their lips because their breath smells sweet. This drives her mad. Sometimes she gallops over a courtier's nose and he dreams of striking a good deal. And sometimes she tickles the parson's nose and he dreams of a huge donation. Sometimes she drives over a soldier's neck and he dreams of overpowering his enemies and of liqueur. Drums then beat in his ears and he wakes up with a start, gets scared, says his prayers and goes back to sleep. It's the same Mab who plaits the horses' manes at night. Queen Mab is the same hag who teaches virgins how to have sex and bear children. She...</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Will you stop now! You're talking rubbish.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercutio. True. I'm talking about dreams. They are the stuff of idle brains. They're nothing but empty fantasy which is nothing more than thin air. They're less predictable than the wind which blows from the cold north, then changes its mind and blows from the south.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. That same wind is now blowing us away from our plans. Supper is over and we're going to be late. </span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. I'm worried we'll get there early. I still feel this plan is a very bad idea and won't end in a good way. I think it could start the end of my miserable life. But whatever happens, I'll take it. Let's go, boys!</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. Beat the drum!</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>They march about the stage and exit.</i></span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=shakes06-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=0061965499&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"></iframe></b></span></span></span></b></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>S C E N E V</b></span></span></span></b></span></b></span></span></span></b></span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Peter and other servants come forward with napkins</i> </span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Peter. Where's Potpan? Why isn't he helping us clear the table? He should be scraping the plates.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">First servant. When only a couple of men have all the good manners, and even they are dirty, it's not a good thing.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Peter. Take the stools, the cupboards and the plates away. Please save me a piece of marzipan, will you. If you care anything about me, ask the porter to allow Susan Grindstone and Nell to come in. Here's Antony the Potpan!</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Second servant. At your service!</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Peter. They're all looking and calling and searching for you in the chamber room. </span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">First serviceman. We can't be in two places at the same time. Hang on for a bit. Let the last one to arrive take everything that's left.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i> Exit Peter and servants</i></span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Enter Capulet with his cousin, Tybalt. Lady Capulet, Juliet and other members of their household. They meet Romeo, Benvolio, Mercutio and the other masked dancers.</i></span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet. Welcome, gentlemen! Ladies who don't have corns on their feet will dance with you. Don't refuse to dance now, ladies. If you do, we'll know that you have corns. Does that sound right? Welcome, gentlemen! There used to be a time when I could easily charm a lady, even with my eyes blindfolded. That time is gone, gone, gone. You're welcome, gentlemen. Come on musicians! play! <i>(music plays and people dance)</i>. Make room in the hall. Dance, girls! More light, servants! Fold the tables up and get them out of the way. Put out the fire. It's getting too hot in here. Ah, my Capulet cousin, all this looks really good, but you have to sit down. We're too old for this business. How long has it been since you and I wore masks and danced like this at a party?</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet's cousin. Thirty years.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet. You're kidding! It can't be that many. We wore masks at Lucentio's wedding. That can't have been more than 25 years ago. </span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet's cousin. No, it's a lot more than that. Lucentio's son is now 30 year's old.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet. Really! His son was a minor only two years ago?</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. (<i>To a servant</i>) Who's that girl dancing with that knight over there?</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Servant. I don't know, sir.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. She knows just how to show the torches to burn brightly. She's like a bright star on a dark night. Her beauty is far too precious for this world to bear. She stands out like a snowy dove flying around with a group of crows. I'll stay here and watch her, and when this dance is over, I'll touch her hand with mine. Did my heart ever love anyone before this minute? I've never seen true beauty until this night.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tybalt. I can tell by his voice that he's a Montague. (<i>To his page)</i> Bring my sword, boy. How dare that peasant come here with his face covered to mock our celebration. For the sake of my family's honour, I don't consider it a sin to kill him.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet. What's wrong, nephew. Why are you so upset?</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tybalt. Uncle, this man's a Montague, our enemy. He's making a fool of us, coming around here to make a mockery of our celebration.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet. Is it Romeo?</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tybalt. Yes, it's that criminal, Romeo.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet. Cool down, nephew. Just leave him be. He carries himself like a gentleman. To tell you the truth, people in Verona have always said how decent and well-behaved that young man is. I wouldn't for all the money in the world, cause him any trouble here in my house. Just be calm. Leave him alone. if you have any respect for my wishes, just be cool and keep the peace. Anger and trouble have no place at a party.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tybalt. Oh yes it does, when your enemy is at your party. I won't have him here.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet. You <i>will</i> have him here, because I said so. What's wrong with you, man? Are you the boss here or am I? How dare you say, You won't have him! I swear, if you start up a riot here among my guest, you'll answer for it. </span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tybalt. But uncle, he's disrespecting us.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet. Go away! You've lost your mind. This kind of behaviour will put you in big trouble. You really want to contradict me, do you? </span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Music stops playing (perhaps because Capulet has raised his voice).</i></span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(<i>To guests</i>) Great stuff, everyone. Keep having fun (<i>To Tybalt</i>) You're an idiot. Get out of my sight. Keep quiet or else. (<i>To servants)</i> More light, more light! (<i>To Tybalt)</i> You should be ashamed of yourself. I'll keep you quiet. </span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Music plays again and the guests dance </i></span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tybalt. I'm so angry now, I'm shaking. I think I better leave right now, but Romeo will pay for all the fun he's having later.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <i>Exit Tybalt</i></span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. <i>(Taking Juliet's hand)</i> My hand is not worthy to touch yours. If you don't want my hands to touch you my lips are standing by to make it all better with a kiss. </span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. You don't do enough justice to your hands. To hold someone's hand is to show devotion. Don't people who make pilgrimage to to see statues of saints, touch them also? Holding one palm against the other (like this) is like kissing.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Saints and pilgrims have lips too.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Yes, but pilgrims use their lips to pray with.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Well then, my saint, let our lips do what our hands are doing. I'm praying for you to kiss me. Please don't disappoint. </span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Saints don't move, even to grant a prayer.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Then, don't move. I'll answer my own prayer.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b></b></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b></b></span></span></b></span><br />
<div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></b></span></span></b></span><br />
<div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="display: inline !important;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>He kisses her</i></span></span></span></b></span></span></b></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b></b></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b></b></span></span></b></span><br />
<div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></b></span></span></b></span><br />
<div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="display: inline !important;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now you've absolved me from my sin.</span></span></span></b></span></span></b></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. So <i>my</i> lips now have the sin they took from yours?</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. You've got the sin from my lips. Oh, you criminal. Give me back my sin.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>They kiss again</i></span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. You're a great kisser.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Madam, your mother wants to talk to you. Now.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Juliet moves aside</i></span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Who's her mother?</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Really, young man! Her mother is the lady of the house. She's good, wise and virtuous. I nursed her daughter, the one you were just talking to. I'll tell you this, the man who marries her will have hit the jackpot.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. (<i>To himself</i>) She's a Capulet? What have I gotten myself into this time? My life is in the hands of my enemies.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Benvolio. (<i>To Romeo)</i> Let's go now. It's always best to leave when everything is going well. </span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Romeo. Yes, but I'm afraid I'm in more trouble.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Capulet. No gentleman. Don't go now. We haven't had dessert yet. (<i>They say something to him quietly)</i> Is that true? Well alright then, thanks for coming. You're good men. Good night. Bring some torches over here! Come on, it's time to wrap things up. Come cousin, I'm getting tired. I'm going to have some rest.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i> All but Juliet and Nurse begin to exit</i></span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Nurse, do you know who that guy is?</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. He's old Tiberio's son and heir.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Who's the one going out the door now?</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. I think that's young Petruchio.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Who's that one following him. The one who didn't dance?</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Don't know.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. Go ask him his name. If he's married I'd rather die than marry someone else.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. His name is Romeo. He's a Montague and the only son of your worst enemy.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet (<i>Aside</i>) The only man I love is the son of the only man I hate! I found out who he was too late. Now love has been mean to me for making me fall in love with my worst enemy.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. What's that?</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juliet. It's a poem I learned from someone I danced with.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Someone calls 'Juliet!'</i></span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nurse. Let's go. Come, let's go. The guests have all gone.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Exit. </span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">End of Act 1</span></span></span></b></span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span> </span></b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2010/03/romeo-and-juliet-act-11.html">Act 11</a></span><br />
<a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2010/04/romeo-and-juliet-act-111.html">Act 111</a><br />
<a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2010/05/romeo-and-juliet-act-1v.html">Act 1V</a><br />
<a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2010/10/romeo-and-juliet-act-v.html">Act V</a></div></div>Anne Lyken-Garnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425485414456096031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355308925379143176.post-91720125563862283122010-01-17T12:36:00.000-08:002011-01-01T14:57:08.361-08:00The Tempest; Act V<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em><iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=shakes06-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=B004BA54HO&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"></iframe>Scene 1. (In front of Prospero’s place)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Enter Prospero in his magic robes, and Ariel.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. Everything's going according to plan. There’s not much left to do now, Ariel. What time is it?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ariel. It’s six o clock. You said we’d be finished about now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. I know. Tell me, how're the king and his people?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ariel. They’re confined together, just like you asked me to do. They’re in the lime grove which protects your place from bad weather. They’re not going anywhere until <em>you </em>release them. The king, his brother and <em>your</em> brother are all distressed. Meanwhile, Gonzalo’s desperate. His tears run down his beard like winter drops. Your magic has worked so well on them, that if you saw them now, <em>you’d</em> feel sorry for them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. You really think so?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ariel. Put it this way, sir. <em>I</em> would, if I were human.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. I suppose you’re right. It can’t be that you feel for them, and I won’t. I mean, I’m one of their kind. I’ve got the same feelings as they. I’d probably be more moved than you are. Though, with the evil things they’ve done to me, it would be a hard decision to make. My reasonable heart will have to overcome my anger at them. It’s rarer to be forgiving than it is to take revenge on the people who’ve done you wrong. But I suppose, now that they’re sorry, that was the only purpose of all this in the first place, wasn’t it. Go and release them, Ariel. I’ll break my enchantments and restore their senses. They’ll be themselves again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ariel. I’ll fetch them, sir.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. Listen you elves living in hills, brooks, stagnant lakes, sands and groves; who chase Neptune and fly with him when he comes back; you demi-puppets who make crop circles and mushroom by moonlight: I’ve dimmed the noon-time sun and called forth the blustering winds. I’ve brought the war of thunder between the green of the sea and the blue of the sky. I’ve called down fire and have stuck large oak trees with bolts of lightning. I’ve plucked up pine and cedar trees from their roots, all thanks to my art. But now I want to ask for some heavenly music to work on these men’s senses to bring everything to a close. I’ll break my staff and bury it deep into the ground. And deeper than this, I’ll drown my book. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Solemn music.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ariel enters with a distressed Alonzo behind her. He’s attended by Gonzalo. Sebastian and Antonio are also upset and are attended by Adrian and Francisco. They all enter a circle which was made by Prospero. They stand in it in their charmed state. Prospero looks at them and begins to recite the spell.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. A solemn air (which is the best comforter to a charmed mind) cure their brains which are now useless – boiled within their skull. Stand there because you’re under a spell. Holy Gonzalo, honourable man. I sympathise with your misery and cry because you do. You’re a man full of charisma. Just as the morning creeps up on the night, melting the darkness, so your cleverness melts ignorance. O good, Gonzalo, my true mentor and loyal friend. I will repay your kindness to me completely. Alonso, you were cruel to both me and my daughter. Your brother helped you in the act. Sebastian, you’re my flesh and blood, my own brother. Ambition and greed made you forget to pity us. You’re pinched forever, both in body and blood, even though your inward pain must be equally strong. You were about to kill your own king, but I forgive you, even though it’s difficult. Ariel, bring me my hat and cloak from my room. I’ll disrobe myself and become like I was when I was in Milan. Quickly, spirit. You’ll soon be free. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Exit Ariel and returns immediately.</em> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ariel sings and helps to dress Prospero.</em> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Where the bee sucks, there suck I</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In a cowslip’s bell I lie,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There I crouch when owls do cry.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">On the bat’s back I do fly</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After summer merrily.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Merrily, merrily shall I live now</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. Why, that’s my dainty Ariel. I’ll miss you, but I’ll set you free anyway. Stay invisible and go to the king’s ship. You’ll find the mariners asleep there under the hatches. The master and the boatswain are both awake. Bring them here immediately, please. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ariel. I’ll move as fast as air and be back in half the time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Exit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gonzalo. Only torment, trouble, wonder and amazement happens here. Some heavenly power guide us out of this wretched place.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. (To Alonso) Look at me, King. The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero. So you could be sure that I’m really alive, I’ll hug you close to my body. And to you and your men, I extend a hearty welcome.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alonso. I don’t know if you’re Prospero or an enchanted apparition who’s come to haunt me. You have a pulse and a living body. This is such a strange story(if that is all it is). My mind has been imprisoned with madness lately, but since I saw you, I’m beginning to see clearer. My Duke, I surrender to you, and I beseech you to forgive me my wrongs. But how are you living and here in front of me?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. First, noble friend, let me pay tribute your age, which is due complete honour. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gonzalo. Whether this is so or not, I’m not sure.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. That’s due to the island. It has that uncertain effect on the mind. Welcome all, friends.(Aside to Sebastian and Antonio). But you two; if I wanted to, I could make the King believe what I told him to believe about you. I could prove to him that you’re traitors, but I won’t.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sebastian. (Aside) The devil speaks to him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. No. You’re so wicked, it would infect my mouth just to call you ‘brother.’ Nevertheless, I forgive you. But I want my dukedom back from you. I know you <em>have</em> to give it back now. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alonso. If you’re Prospero, tell us how you’ve survived here all these years. Tell us how you happened to meet us here. We’ve been wrecked for three hours and I’ve lost my dear son, Ferdinand.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. I’m sorry for you, sir.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alonso. The loss is irreparable and my patience is spent.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. I rather think you haven’t sought Patience’s help. I’ve suffered similar loss and she’s been very helpful in my case. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alonso. You suffered the same loss as me?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. Yes. My loss is just as great and as recent as yours. I’ve lost a daughter.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alonso. A daughter? Oh heavens! I wish they were both living in Naples. I wish they were the king and queen there. I wish I was in that cozy bed where my son now lies. When did you lose your daughter?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. In the same tempest. I know these men are thinking that this encounter is all a fantasy and that their eyes are fooling them to believe something that’s not true. I want you to know that you’re no longer enchanted and that what you see here is reality. I’m Prospero, Duke of Milan. I landed on this very strange shore on which your ship was wrecked. I’ve ruled it since. Welcome sir, this room here is my court. I have few attendants and subjects here, but none on the rest of the island. Come inside and see. You’ve given me back my dukedom and this is a good thing. I’ll give you a wonder to please you as much as my returned dukedom pleases me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Here Prospero reveals Ferdinand and Miranda playing chess.</em> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Miranda. (To Ferdinand) You’re cheating.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ferdinand. No, my dear. I won’t do such a thing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Miranda. If we were playing for something important, you would say that too, wouldn’t you. Never mind, I don’t care. I love you that much.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alonso. If this is just a vision the island is giving me, I’d have lost my son twice. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sebastian. It’s a miracle!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ferdinand. (Sees his dad) The seas were threatening, but they’re merciful. I’ve cursed them without cause. (Kneels).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alonso. I’m so blessed. I’m so happy. Get up and tell me how you came here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Miranda. O, wonder. How many fine looking creatures are here? How beautiful mankind is. O brave new world that has such people in it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. This is all new to you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alonso. Who is the girl you’re playing with? You can only have known her for at most, 3 hours. Is she the goddess that separated us and brought us together again?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ferdinand. Sir, she is mortal. But by immortal plan, she’s mine. I chose her when I couldn’t ask you for your advice. I didn’t even think I had a father anymore. She is the Duke’s daughter. I’ve so often heard of his popularity but had never seen him before now. He’s given me a second life and a second father through Miranda. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alonso. I accept her. Would it be odd if I asked my own child for forgiveness? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. There, sir, stop. Let’s not think of the past. It’s all gone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gonzalo. I’ve wept inwardly, and I want to say this. Look down, you gods. Bless this couple because it’s you who’ve planned all this to bring us together. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alonso. I say amen, Gonzalo.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gonzalo. Rejoice! All is well. In one voyage Claribel married her husband in Tunisa. Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife. Prospero has found his dukedom, and we’ve all found ourselves.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alonso (To Ferdinand and Miranda). Give me your hands. Let grief and sorrow be upon all who do not wish you well. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gonzalo. Let it be so, Amen!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Enter Ariel with the master and Boatswain following, confused.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">O, Look sir. Here are more of the men. I prophesied that this guy would not die drowning. No more swearing now. I’m done with that. What’s the news?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Boatswain. The best news is that we’ve found our King and the rest of the company safe and sound. Next, our ship, three hours after we split, is safe and in ship-shape. It’s better than it was when we first set out to sea. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ariel. (Aside to Prospero) Sir, I did all this service since I left. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. (Aside to Ariel) My brave spirit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alonso. These are not natural events. They get stranger and stranger. How did you find us here?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Boatswain. Sir, if I knew, I would tell you. We were fast asleep, and all tied under hatches. We heard all these strange noises, of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains and more. They were all horrible. When we woke up, we were suddenly free. We were all clean and fresh. Our ship was fine. Our master was dancing when he saw her. Then, all of a sudden as if in a dream, we were separated from them and brought here in a daze. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. (To Ariel) Well done. You will be free.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alonso. This is so very strange. This is more than nature can do on its own. Some magic is at work here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. Sir, don’t worry about all that strange business. Soon I’ll explain every last incident that’s happened. Until then, have fun. (Aside to Ariel) Come here, spirit. Set Caliban and his companions free. Release the spell. <em>(Exit Ariel).</em> How’re you doing, my fine sir? There’s still some of your party missing; some odd men that you don’t remember.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Enter Ariel driving in Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo still wearing their stolen clothes.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Stephano. Every man for everyone else. Let’s all stick together. Courage, bully-monster, courage!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Trinculo. If what I see before me is true, this is a splendid sight. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Caliban. O Setebos, god of my mother, these are brave spirits indeed. My master is really good. He’ll be so angry with me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sebastian. Ha, ha! What are these, Antonio? Can we buy them? (Referring to Caliban and the men)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Antonio. I’m sure we can. One of them is a fish and he’s no doubt, marketable.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. These men are thieves, my lords. They stole my cloak. The misshapen one, his mother was a witch so strong she could control the moon without its permission. These three have robbed me. This demi-devil plotted with them to kill me. Two of these are yours. This thing of darkness is mine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Caliban. I will be pinched to death.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alonso. Isn’t this Stephano, my drunken butler?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sebastian. He’s completely drunk now. Where did he get the wine?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alonso. Trinculo’s drunk too. Where did they get the drink from? How did they get <em>this </em>drunk?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Trinculo. I’ve been this drunk since I last saw you. I’m starting to think I’ll never get sober. The drinks might have pickled my bones.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sebastian. How so?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Stephano. Don’t touch me. I’m not Stephano. I’m a big cramp. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. I thought you were 'king' of the island.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Stephano. I would’ve been a rotten one. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alonso. This one is really strangely deformed. (Speaking of Caliban)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. He’s deformed in his manners as he is in his shape. (To Caliban) Go to my cell and take your companions with you. You have my pardon now, but don’t take advantage of it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Caliban. I won’t. I’ll be wise from now on and do what you tell me. What a thrice-double ass I was to mistake this drunkard for a god and worship this dumb fool. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. Go!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alonso. And put back that cloak where you found it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sebastian. Or <em>stole</em> it, rather. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Exit Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. Sir, I’m inviting your highness and your men to my humble home, where you can rest for tonight. I’ll make it go quickly by explaining about what’s gone on in my life since I came here, and the incidents that have happened to you. In the morning, I hope to see these two dearly-beloved married. After that, I’ll retire to my Milan, where every third thought would be about my grave. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alonso. I long to hear the story of your life. I’m sure it’ll be a very strange one. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. I’ll tell you everything. And promise you calm seas and a trip so quick and smooth, you’ll catch up with your royal fleet which is now far off. <em>(Aside to Ariel)</em> My Ariel, chick, that is the last thing for you to do then you’re free. I wish you well. (<em>To the others)</em> Please come with me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Epilogu</em>e</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Spoken by Prospero.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now my charms are all overthrown</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And the strength I have is all my own,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It’s very weak. Now, it’s true</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Here I must be confined by you,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Or be sent to Naples. Let me not, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Since I have my dukedom got</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And forgiven the deceiver, dwell</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In this bare island by your spell.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But release me from my bonds</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">With the help of your good hands.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gentle breath of yours my sails</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Must fill, or else my project to please you fails. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This I lack: spirits to enforce, art to enchant.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My ending is despair</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Unless I’m relieved by prayer,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Which pierces so that it assaults</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mercy itself and frees all faults.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As you from crimes would pardoned be,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Let your indulgence set me free. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Exit</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">End.</span>Anne Lyken-Garnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425485414456096031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355308925379143176.post-62257455286172635342010-01-17T12:35:00.000-08:002011-01-01T14:55:04.137-08:00The Tempest<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://literaturecompass.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/800px-miranda_-_the_tempest_jww.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="282" ps="true" src="http://literaturecompass.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/800px-miranda_-_the_tempest_jww.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero – the rightful Duke of Naples</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Miranda – Prospero’s daughter</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ariel – a spirit</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alonzo – King of Naples</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sebastian – the king’s brother</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ferdinand – son of Alonzo, king of Naples </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Antonio – Prospero’s brother and the usurping Duke of Naples</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gonzalo – an honest, old councillor</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Adrian and Francisco – lords </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Caliban – a savage, deformed slave</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Trinculo – a jester (clown)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Stephano – a drunken butler</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Master of the ship</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Boatswain</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mariners</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Other spirits: Iris, Ceres, Juno, Nymphs, Reapers</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Contents</span></strong><br />
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<a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2009/12/tempest-act-i.html"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Act 1</span></a><br />
<a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2009/12/tempest-act-11.html"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Act 2</span></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2009/12/tempest-act-111.html"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Act 3</span></a><br />
<a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2010/01/tempest-act-iv.html"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Act 4</span></a><br />
<a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2010/01/tempest-act-v.html"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Act 5</span></a><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The Tempest - other useful links</span></strong><br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Tempest"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The Tempest-Wikipedia</span></a><br />
<a href="http://shakespeare.mit.edu/tempest/full.html"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The Original Tempest Play</span></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/schools/ks3bitesize/english/shakespeare_summaries/the_tempest/revise1.shtml"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The Tempest Summary from the BBC</span></a><br />
<a href="http://www.penguinclassics.co.uk/nf/shared/WebDisplay/0,,82548_1_10,00.html"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The Tempest - Teachers' Guide</span></a><br />
<a href="http://www.feltham.hounslow.sch.uk/ENGLISH%20KS3.htm"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The Tempest - Students' Guide</span></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Enter Ferdinand, Prospero and Miranda.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. (Speaking to Ferdinand). Look, I know I’ve been hard on you, but the compensation I’m giving you is going to be <em>more</em> than worth it. I’m giving you </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Miranda, who’s a third of my own life. All the things I put you through were just to test your love for her, and you’ve definitely proven yourself. I don’t have enough words to tell you how valuable she is.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ferdinand. I know. I believe it with all my heart. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. Then I’m happy to hand her over to you. But if you sleep with her before the rites of the wedding are said, bad luck and ruin will follow your union forever. You will have no wedding bliss or good omens and your marriage will be barren and hateful. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ferdinand. I want to live out my days with Miranda filled with love and fruitful bliss. Nothing on earth can make me lessen the excitement of the celebration of our wedding day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. Well said. Sit down and talk with her. She’s yours.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>(Enter Ariel)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What, Ariel, my industrious servant, Ariel!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ariel. At your service, master. What can I do for you?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. You and the other servants really did well at your last job, and I’ve got to use you to do something similar again. Go bring the others. Tell them to be quick. I want them to put on a performance for the lovely couple. It’s the least they’d expect of me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ariel. Now?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. Sure.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ariel. (In a song) Before you can say, ‘Come’ and ‘Go,’</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And breathe twice and cry, ‘so, so,’</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Each one tripping on his toe,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Will be here with mop and mow.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Do you love me master, no?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. Dearly, my Ariel. Don’t come till I call you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ariel. Okay. Understood.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <em>Exit.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. (Apparently having caught the couple hugging) Remember your promise to me. Don’t give into temptation and don’t push yourself too far or you won’t have the self-control to keep to your vow. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ferdinand. I promise you, sir, Nothing’s going on here. Your daughter is too pure for that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. All right then. Come with me, Ariel. And bring your spirits with you just in case we need an extra one. Be quiet and watch. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>(Soft music)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>From here onto where Prospero says, 'I have to take a little walk to clear my head' you have to imagine this as musical or ballet. Spirits sing and talk in rhymes as part of the wedding ceremony performance. I tried to keep the poetry in this section as much as possible where it makes sense in modern language. However, some of them understandably can’t be explained properly without taking some of the poetry language out. This is the performance Prospero wants for the wedding celebrations.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Enter Iris who is the messenger spirit of Juno (Roman queen of gods and wife of Jupiter). </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Iris. Ceres, (goddess of agriculture) most bountiful lady. Your rich fields of wheat, rye, barley and peas. Your generous mountains where the sheep graze and live off the rich grass that cover you everywhere. Both nymphs and bachelors love you for the thatch used to make crowns and groves. Your vines grow neatly around poles. (To Juno) You're the queen of the sky and I’m your messenger. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Juno descends. (Roman queen of gods and wife of Jupiter)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Here on this grass plot, in this very place,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To come and sport; her peacocks fly amain. (Peacocks are sacred to Juno).</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Approach rich, Ceres, her to entertain.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Enter Ceres (goddess of agriculture).</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ceres. (Sings a song) Hail, many-coloured messenger, that never </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Does disobey the wife of Jupiter,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Who, with your saffron wings, upon my flowers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Beautiful honey drops, refreshing showers,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And with each end of your blue bow does crown</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My shrubbed acres and my unshrubbed down,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rich scarf to my proud earth. Why has your queen</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Summoned me to this short-grassed green?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Iris. A contract of true love to celebrate</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And some donation to freely bestow</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">On the blessed lovers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ceres. Tell me, heavenly bow,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Venus and her son(Cupid), as you know</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now attends the Queen, since the plot</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">to steal my daughter from Pluto the king of the underworld.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I don’t keep her and her blind boy’s sore</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And scandalous company anymore.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Iris. Of her society</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You don’t have to be afraid. I met her Diety and her son</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Venus is the goddess of love, and Cupid is her son). </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">On their way flying to Paphos.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I thought they had done</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Some charm upon this man and maid</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Whose vows are that no bed-right shall be paid,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Till the rites are fully said.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Juno alights</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ceres. Highest queen of state. Great Juno comes. I know her by her appearance. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juno. How is my beautiful sister? Come with me to bless the couple. That they’re prosperous and have a great life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>They sing.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juno. Honour, riches, marriage blessings.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Long life and prosperity</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hourly joys be ever upon you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Juno sings her blessings on you</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Earth’s increase always in abundance</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Barnes and fields never empty.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Vines and produce always growing,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Plants with goodly burden bowing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Spring come to you for a long time</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">May there be no winter in your life.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Scarcity and want shall shun you,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ceres’ blessing so, is on you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ferdinand. This is such an awesome vision. Am I right that these are spirits?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. I’ve used my art to call these spirits from their homes so they can enact my present fancies.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ferdinand. I want to live here forever. You’re such a rare and awesome father. Your wisdom has made this place paradise.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Juno and Ceres whisper and send Iris to do something.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. Be quiet now everyone. Juno and Ceres are talking about something important. There’s something else to do. Be quiet or you’ll spoil the spell.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Iris. You nymphs, Naiades of the winding brooks, Juno commands you to leave your green lands and come here. Come and help us celebrate this union of true love. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Enter Reapers dressed in celebratory costume and dance with the Nymphs. Nearing the end of the dance, Prospero speaks and breaks the spell and they all vanish suddenly.</em> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. (Aside) I'd forgotten that the time for Caliban and his confederates‘ plan to try to kill me is almost here. (To the Spirits) well done! That’s it! No more.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ferdinand. This is strange. Your father seems to be very worried about something.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Miranda. Up until today, I’ve never seen him so angry and irritable.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. Don’t worry about anything, my boy. Be happy. Your celebration is now finished. As I told you, these were all spirits and have now melted into thin air. Everything is imaginary. We are made just like these things. I’m a little disturbed, but don’t let that worry you. Just come back to my place if you want and relax there. I have to take a little walk to clear my head. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ferdinand, Miranda. Okay. Have a good walk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em> Exit Ferdinand and Miranda.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. Where’re you Ariel? I want to thank you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Enter Ariel.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ariel. Here I am. What can I do for you?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. We must prepare to meet Caliban.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ariel. Yes, sir. I thought of that while Ceres was talking and wanted to say something, but I thought you ‘d be angry with me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. Where did you say you saw Caliban and those clowns last?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ariel. I told you, sir. They were so drunk, they could beat up the air for blowing in their faces too hard. They were in such a mood, they could beat the ground for touching their feet. But they were still bent on carrying out their plan. When I beat my tabor (drum) they pricked their ears and looked up like wild colts. I charmed their ears then, so they followed my music through briers and gorses like poor, little calves. I tell you, that destroyed their shins no end. After that, I left them in that filthy, smelly pool beyond your cell, completely covered in scum. They were dancing around, complaining that the lake made their feet smell.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. This was well done, my dearest. Stay invisible and go bring me that shiny cloak from my house. I need it for a decoy to catch those thieves. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ariel. Okay, off I go.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <em> Exit.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. No matter how well you nurture a devil, he’ll remain a devil. I spent so much time and effort with him, (Caliban) now all that is lost. His body becomes more ugly with age, and so does his mind. I’ll teach him a good lesson.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Enter Ariel carrying a shiny cloak.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Come hang it on this lime tree. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero and Ariel remain invisible. Enter Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo, all soaking wet and drenched in dirt.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Caliban. We've to very walk quietly now we’ve almost reached his cell. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Stephano. Monster, that fairy you said was harmless totally tricked us and wrapped us round his little finger.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Trinculo. Monster, I smell like horses’ pee. It’s awful. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Stephano. I don’t like it either, Monster. Not one bit. This plan had better go well, because I’m losing my patience with you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Trinculo. You were already lost when we found you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Caliban. Please, master. Just give me one more chance. This prize I’m about to bring you is well worth everything we’ve been through. Just be very quiet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Trinculo. Okay, but we lost our bottles in that stinking pond.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Stephano. It’s not just the disgrace and embarrassment at being tricked. We actually lost valuable stuff too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Trinculo. That actually upsets me more than getting drenched. All that because of your ‘harmless’ fairy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Stephano. I think I’ll go back for my bottle, even though I’ll practically have to swim to get it back in that deep, smelly pond.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Caliban. Please, my king. Please be quiet. See this? It’s the mouth of his cell. Enter quietly. Do your stuff and you’ll own this Island forever. Then I, Caliban will be your foot-licker always.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Stephano. Give me your hand. I’m going to do this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Trinculo. Oh, King Stephano, this is suitable clothes here for you. (He’s seen the shiny cloak hanging from the tree).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Caliban. Leave that. It’s trash.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Trinculo. Hang on there, monster. We can tell the difference between good clothes and rags.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Stephano. Leave that alone, Trinculo. It belongs to me. I’ll have it!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Trinculo. Oh yes, king. Have it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Caliban. Guys, are you stupid? That’ll slow us down, man. Kill Prospero first. If he awakes we’re in for trouble. He’ll get his spirits to pinch us from head to toe.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Stephano. You be quiet, monster. This jacket will suit me to a T. (Takes it down). Check me out in this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Trinculo. Classic! Someone looks fine. You just <em>have</em> to have that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Stephano. Thanks, man. You’ll be rewarded when I’m king of this country.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Trinculo. Monster, come check this out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Caliban. I’m having none of it. You guys are wasting time here. We’ll all be turned to barnacles or apes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Stephano. Monster, I want you to take this to where my hogshed of wine is. If you don’t I’ll turn you out of my kingdom. Go on, carry this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Trinculo. And this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Staphano. And this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>A noise of hunters is heard. Enter spirits in the shape of dogs and hounds hunting them.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. Hey, mountain, hey!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ariel. Silver, there it goes, Silver!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. Fury, Fury! Here, Tyrant! Here, here!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Caliban, Trinculo and Stephano are driven out.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. (To Ariel) Go and tell my goblins to age all their joints, shorten up their sinews with old age cramps. Pinch them so much that they have more spots than a mountain leopard.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ariel. Hear them scream!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. Let them be hunted soundly. At this moment all my enemies are at my mercy. All my labours will end soon, and you will have your freedom. I just need you to do one more thing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Exit.</span>Anne Lyken-Garnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425485414456096031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355308925379143176.post-13938417536454524452009-12-23T15:17:00.000-08:002011-01-01T14:51:48.178-08:00The Tempest; Act 111<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <br />
<em><strong>Scene 1 (In front of Prospero’s living quarters)</strong></em><br />
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<em>Enter Ferdinand, carrying a log.</em><br />
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<em>Ferdinand</em>. There are many sports more difficult than what I have to do here. If you love something it’s worth the pain. It’s worth doing this though, because of what I get at the end of it. I’d better get these logs collected before he comes out and screams at me. How could such a harsh man have such a gentle and lovely daughter? She cries when she sees me working so hard and encourages me all she can. It’s her encouragement that keeps me going. It’s her kind words that get me through the day. <br />
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<em>Enter Miranda with Prospero who’s hidden behind her. Neither her or Ferdinand know he's there.</em><br />
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<em>Miranda.</em> Please don’t work so hard. If I were lightning, I’d burn up those logs you have to pile so high. Put that one down and rest a little while, please. My father's studying, so you’re safe for the next three hours or so. <br />
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<em>Ferdinand</em>. My dear, I’ve got to get a move on. I've got so much to do, it’ll be nightfall before I’m finished.<br />
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<em>Miranda.</em> Tell you what. If you sit down <em>I’ll</em> help pile up the logs for a while.<br />
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<em>Ferdinand</em>. No way! I’d rather injure myself or break my back before I let you carry logs while I sit idly by.<br />
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<em>Miranda.</em> It’s no problem, honestly. It’ll be much easier for me to do because I actually want to and you don’t.<br />
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<em>Prospero</em>. (Aside) She’s in love.<br />
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<em>Miranda.</em> (To Ferdinand) You look so tired.<br />
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<em>Ferdinand.</em> Whatever time of day it is, and even when I’m supposed to be tired, I'll fine as long as you’re near. Tell me, what is your name?<br />
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<em>Miranda.</em> Miranda. I promised my father I wouldn’t tell you what my name is.<br />
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<em>Ferdinand</em>. You’re exactly what your name means. You’re admired. You deserve all the admiration in the world. I’ve spoken to lots of fine young women. I mean, I’ve even liked some of them who had really good qualities. But none of them have come close to you. You’re perfect. The most perfectly formed woman I’ve ever seen.<br />
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<em>Miranda</em>. I don’t know any other women. I can’t remember anyone I’ve known in my past. The only female face I see is my own, in the mirror. I haven’t seen men either, except you and my father. I can’t really say what true handsomeness is, but I can’t imagine liking anyone else but you. I can’t imagine that I would like the look of anyone else apart from you. I think I’m saying far too much now. My father says I should not talk so much about these things.<br />
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<em>Ferdinand</em>. I’m a Prince, Miranda. Soon to be a king. Yet, the moment I saw you, I knew I wanted to serve you. I’m carrying these logs and doing all this because of how I feel about you.<br />
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<em>Miranda</em>. Are you saying you love me?<br />
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<em>Ferdinand</em>. I would give up everything I have and everything I will ever have to be with you. I swear this. I love, prize and honour you.<br />
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<em>Miranda.</em> Look at me. I’m so silly. I’m only crying because I’m happy.<br />
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<em>Prospero.</em> (Aside) There we have it.<br />
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<em>Ferdinand.</em> So why are you <em>still</em> crying?<br />
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<em>Miranda</em>. Because I feel so unworthy. I dare not offer the very thing I want to give. I feel worthless at all this. I’ll marry you if you would have me as your wife. Otherwise, I’m happy to be your servant forever. <br />
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<em>Ferdinand.</em> Dear Miranda. We’re both the same. I’m just like you.<br />
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<em>Miranda.</em> Then you’ll marry me?<br />
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<em>Ferdinand.</em> With all my heart. I shall always serve you. Here’s my hand.<br />
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<em>Miranda.</em> And mine. With my heart in it. I’ve got to go now. I’ll see you in half an hour.<br />
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<em>Ferdinand.</em> I can’t wait.<br />
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<em> Exit Ferdinand and Miranda in different directions.</em><br />
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<em>Prospero.</em> I can’t be more pleased about this. I couldn’t plan it better than it’s turned out. I’ve got to study some more for my big plan at dinner time.<br />
Exit.<br />
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<strong><em><iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=shakes06-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=1451532512&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"></iframe>Scene 11 (Another part of the Island)</em></strong><br />
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<em>Enter Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo</em><br />
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<em>Stephano</em>. You know, when that barrel of wine is finished, and only then will we drink any water. Not a drop before that. So, drink up servant monster. Drink to me!<br />
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<em>Trinculo.</em> 'Servant monster?' This island is driving you mad. We know that there are at least two more people on this island. If they’re as stupid as us, this place is in ruins.<br />
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<em>Stephano.</em> Servant monster, you have to drink when I tell you, man. Your eyes are almost set in your head.<br />
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<em>Trinculo</em>. Where else should they be set? He would be an extra special monster if his eyes were set in his tail, don’t you think.<br />
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<em>Stephano</em>. My man-monster drowned his tongue in too much wine. As for me, the sea couldn’t drown me. I swam miles on and off to get here. You’ll be my lieutenant, monster. <br />
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<em>Trinculo.</em> Him? He’s so drunk he can’t do anything but lie like a dog and say nothing.<br />
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<em>Stephano</em>. Mooncalf, speak for once, if you’re a good mooncalf.<br />
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<em>Caliban.</em> Whatever <em>you</em> please. Let me lick your shoe. I’m not going to serve him. He’s not brave and strong like you.<br />
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<em>Trinculo.</em> You’re a liar, you ignorant monster. I’m brave enough to fight a policeman right now. You fool. What do you know? Has there ever been a man who’s drunk as much wine as I have today? You’re just a half monster, half fish. <br />
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<em>Caliban.</em> Will you let him mock me like that, my lord?<br />
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<em>Trinculo.</em> ‘Lord.’ You’re calling me, lord. You must be more stupid than I thought.<br />
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<em>Caliban.</em> Please, bite him to death for me.<br />
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<em>Stephano.</em> Trinculo, stop it now. I won’t let you insult my monster, or I’ll hang you.<br />
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<em>Caliban.</em> Thank you, my lord. Will you let me tell you about the island stuff again?<br />
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<em>Stephano.</em> You bet. Kneel down and tell us again. I’ll stand up and so will Trinculo.<br />
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<em>Enter invisible Ariel.</em><br />
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<em>Caliban</em>. As I told you before, I’m a slave to a tyrant. He’s a wizard and he worked his magic to steal this island from me.<br />
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<em>Ariel</em>. You’re a liar.<br />
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<em>Caliban.</em> (Thinking that Trinculo spoke) <em>You’re</em> the liar, you idiot. I’ll have my master destroy you. I’m not lying here.<br />
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<em>Stephano</em>. (Thinking Trinculo has said something nasty to Caliban) Trinculo. I swear, if you interrupt him one more time I’ll slap your teeth out of your head.<br />
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<em>Trinculo.</em> Why? I didn’t say anything.<br />
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<em>Stephano.</em> Shut up then. No more out of you. Go on Caliban.<br />
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<em>Caliban</em>. He used magic to get the island. I know <em>you’re</em> strong enough to get this island back from my old master, even if your friend here isn’t. <br />
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<em>Stephano.</em> Certainly.<br />
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<em>Caliban.</em> You’ll be lord of the island and I’ll be your servant.<br />
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<em>Stephano.</em> But how should we do the whole overthrow thing? Can you take me to his place?<br />
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<em>Caliban.</em> Oh yeah. I’ll take you there when he’s asleep so you could drive a nail into his head. <br />
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<em>Ariel</em>. You lie. You can’t do that!<br />
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<em>Caliban</em> (Again mistaking Ariel's voice for Trinculo's) You’re such an idiot, you clown. Master, take away his wine. From now on he'll have to drink brine because I’ll never show him where the fresh water on this island is. <br />
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<em>Stephano</em>. I’m warning you, Trinculo. One more word out of you, and I’ll beat you to a pulp. <br />
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<em>Trinculo</em>. What did <em>I</em> do? I didn’t say anything. I’ll go and stand over there.<br />
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<em>Stephano.</em> Didn’t you say he lied?<br />
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<em>Ariel</em>. You lie!<br />
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<em>Stephano.</em> (Thinking that it was Trinculo who spoke). Do I now? Take that! (hits Trinculo).<br />
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<em>Trinculo.</em> You’re crazy and your hearing is gone. I said nothing, you fool. To hell with you, your wine, and your monster too.<br />
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<em>Caliban.</em> Ha, Ha, ha.<br />
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<em>Stephano</em>. Go on with your story, Caliban. (To Trinculo) Go stand further off.<br />
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<em>Caliban.</em> Beat him some more. Here, let me beat him too.<br />
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<em>Stephano.</em> Go on, stand further away. Caliban, go on.<br />
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<em>Caliban.</em> Like I said, he always sleeps in the afternoon. You could take his books and brain him then. You could beat in his skull with a log or punch him in the belly. Or you could cut his throat with a knife. Remember you have to take his books first because he’s got no powers without them. He can’t command spirits without his books. They all hate him as much as I do, anyway. Burn his books but save everything else. He’s got some fine furnishings and stuff. The most important thing is his beautiful daughter. He himself said there is no other woman as beautiful as her. I’ve never seen another woman apart from her and my old mother, but they’re the opposite of each other. <br />
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<em>Stephano.</em> Is she really all that?<br />
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<em>Caliban.</em> Yes. And she could become <em>your</em> wife and bear you lots of kids.<br />
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<em>Stephano</em>. Monster, I will kill him. His daughter and I will be king and queen, and Trinculo and you will serve us. Do you like that plan, Trinculo?<br />
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<em>Trinculo</em>. Sure.<br />
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<em>Stephano</em>. Give me your hand. I’m sorry I hit you. But you have to stop talking so much nonsense.<br />
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<em>Caliban.</em> He’ll be asleep within the next half hour. Will you kill him then?<br />
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<em>Stephano.</em> Yeah.<br />
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<em>Ariel.</em> I’m telling Prospero about this.<br />
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<em>Caliban.</em> I’m so happy. I have to celebrate this. Will you teach me the song you sang before?<br />
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<em>Stephano.</em> Sure, monster. I’ll do anything you ask, within reason. (Sings) <br />
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Flaunt then and jeer them<br />
Jeer then and flaunt them<br />
Thought is free.<br />
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<em>Caliban.</em> That’s not the tune. <br />
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<em>Ariel plays the tune on her drum and flute.</em><br />
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<em>Stephano.</em> What’s that?<br />
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<em>Trinculo</em>. That’s the exact tune of that song we sang in our play.<br />
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<em>Stephano.</em> Show yourself if you’re a man. If you’re a devil, what do you want?<br />
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<em>Trinculo</em>. Forgive me my sins!<br />
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<em>Stephano</em>. Only the dead have no debts to pay. Mercy on us!<br />
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<em>Caliban</em>. Are you afraid?<br />
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<em>Stephano.</em> Why, No, monster. Of course not!<br />
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<em>Caliban.</em> Don’t be. This island is full of harmless noises. Sometimes they play beautiful music in my ears and give me fantastic dreams. The dreams so real, I cry when I wake up to go back to sleep again. <br />
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<em>Stephano.</em> Ooh, that sounds good. I’ll get my music for free as well here.<br />
<em>Caliban</em>. When Prospero is dead, you mean.<br />
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<em>Stephano.</em> Yes, yes. Hold your horses. It’ll happen.<br />
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<em>Trinculo.</em> The sound is going away. Let’s follow it before we do what we have to do. <br />
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<em>Stephano.</em> Lead the way, monster.<br />
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<em>Trinculo.</em> Are you coming, monster? I’ll follow Stephano.<br />
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Exit<br />
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<em><strong><iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=shakes06-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=0393978192&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"></iframe>Scene 111 (Another part of the island)</strong></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francisco, etc.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo</em>. I really can’t go any further, Sir. My old bones ache from all this walking. Please, allow me to just rest a bit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Alonso.</em> I don’t blame you. Sit down and rest. I’m tired as well. I have to decide in my heart that we’re looking for my son in vain. I’m sure now that he’s drowned. I have to be strong enough to accept it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> (Aside to Sebastian) I’m glad he’s come to his senses now. Let’s not forget what we were going to do to him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> (Aside to Antonio) We’ll take the next opportunity as soon as we get it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio</em> (Aside to Sebastian) Tonight is the perfect time to do it because they’re so tired. They won’t be as vigilant as when they were nice and fresh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> You’re right. </span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Slow, sad music can be heard and Prospero enters invisible to the others. He can see them, but they are unaware of his presence. Spirits arrive with a tempting feast. They dance around seductively and invite the king and his party to eat before vanishing suddenly.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Alonso</em>. Listen to this my friends. What a great harmony they have.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> Yes. It's perfect.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Alonso.</em> Are they angels?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian</em>. A puppet show, more like. Now I will believe there are unicorns and the phoenix.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio</em>. Me too. Travellers always told us about these weird things that exist, but people at home always doubted them.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo</em>. I wonder if I told the people back home about these Islanders – assuming these are the people who live here – if they would believe me. They look like monsters but they’re so kind and gentle, even more gentle than us humans.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> (Aside) You’re right about that. Some of you right here are worse than devils. </span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Alonso.</em> I can’t help being in awe of them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. (Aside) Save your praise for the end. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Francisco</em>. They disappeared strangely, didn’t they.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> I don’t mind that. As long as they left their food behind. Shall we eat the stuff they left?</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Alonso.</em> None for <em>me</em>, thank you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> I don’t think there’s anything to be afraid of. I mean, when we were little, we would’ve never thought creatures like these existed. We didn’t think we would ever see people with skin hanging from their necks like bulls, or men with heads where their chests should be. We never thought any of these things were possible, even though travellers before us talked about strange things.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Alonso.</em> I suppose so. Okay, I’ll eat. Sebastian, my brother, come eat with us too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Thunder and lightning is heard. Enter Ariel. He claps his wings on the table and all the food vanishes.</em></span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ariel.</em> You’re three sinful men. You’re unfit to live, but the sea has belched you up on this wretched, uninhabited island. I’ve now made you angry, and men usually show their true, raw selves when they’re angry.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>(The men draw their swords)</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You fools! Your swords are nothing to us. My companions and I are spirits of fate. You may as well stab the winds or kill the waves. You can’t hurt one plume of my wing. My companions and I wouldn’t be harmed even if you <em>could </em>reach us. My business with you is about Prospero. You three supplanted him and the sea has taken his revenge. You left him and his little child for dead. He’s a good man, so even the waves, the seas and the creatures have taken offence to what you’ve done. A curse is on you, and every bad thing will befall you for all your days. Nothing but repentance will lift this curse from you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>(Ariel vanishes in thunder. The other spirits enter and mockingly carry out the table on which the feast was laid).</em></span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em> (To Ariel) You’ve done well in making the feast disappear, Ariel. You’ve kept every word, leaving nothing out. You’ve acted well and the other spirits have performed remarkably. The stage is set and my enemies are now fully in my power. Ferdinand, who they think is dead, is completely in love with my daughter. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <em>Exit Prospero without being seen by the others.</em></span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo</em>. My lord! Why do you look so strange?</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Alonso</em>. It’s terrible. The billows of smoke spoke to me. The winds sang it and the thunder provided the music to it. They all told me of Prospero and made me realise what an awful thing I’ve done. I’m paying for it with the loss of my son. I deserve to be where he is right now.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <em> Exit</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian</em>. I’ll fight these spirits one by one to the very end.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio</em>. Me too!</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em> Exit Sebastian and Antonio.</em></span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> Their guilt has made them desperate. It’s like a poison working over time. Please, those of you who're young and fast, follow them and stop them before they do anything insane. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Adrian.</em> Follow, us please.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <em> Exit.</em></span><br />
</span>Anne Lyken-Garnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425485414456096031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355308925379143176.post-25324267730131012522009-12-13T12:06:00.000-08:002011-01-01T14:49:45.696-08:00The Tempest; Act 11<strong><span style="font-size: large;">A C T 11</span></strong><br />
<em>Scene 1 (Another part of the island).</em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francisco and others.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alonzo, Gonzalo Francisco and Adrian are having a separate discussion while Antonio and Sebastian seem to be talking quietly with each other. The two conversations are recorded side by side because they’re taking place simultaneously. The two latter characters are poking fun at the seriousness of the others.</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> Guys, surely you've got to be happy about this. We’ve escaped with our lives, so this is reason enough to celebrate, right? Every day some sailor’s wife or some owner of a merchant ship gets the news of the devastation we just experienced. Except, unlike us, they’re not blessed with the miracle we've had. Men, we have to look at the big picture here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Alonso</em>. Shhh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> (Aside to Antonio) Alonso doesn’t know how to count his blessings. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> (Aside to Sebastian) Bad boy.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> Watch this. Gonzalo's not going to let that go so easily.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> Sir</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> (Aside to Antonio) Here he goes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> Grief is the very thing that helps a person appreciate joy when it comes his way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> Cash.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> Cash too. You don’t know how true a word that is.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> Hang on. I wasn’t serious. Just kidding around.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> (Back to king Alonso) Therefore, sir....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio</em>. Oh, why doesn’t he shut up already.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Alonso.</em> Spare me the talk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> Well, I have tried, Sir, but...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> Yet you can’t stop.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> Let’s bet which one, he or Adrian, will start talking first.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> I say, the old man.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> My money's on the younger one.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> Done! And what are we betting?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio</em>. The winner gets to laugh at the loser.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> You’re on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Adrian</em>. You know, guys. This island seems to be deserted.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> Ha! Ha! Ha!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> There. You’re paid.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Adrian.</em> Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> Yet...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Adrian.</em> Yet...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> He can’t help himself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Adrian.</em> Yet, there’s a nice, kind of serene air to the place.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> Serene is a lovely girl.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Adrian.</em> The air here in this place is so fresh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> Yes, as fresh as someone with rotten lungs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio</em>. Or as fresh as goat’s perfume.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo</em>. At least it seems to have everything we need for life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio</em>. Except the means to live.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian</em>. You got that right.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo</em>. Look how lush the grass is.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> Are you kidding? The ground is brown and dry.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian</em>. Except for that one spot of green.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> You don’t miss much, Gonzalo.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> No, except for everything that’s actually true.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> I mean, it’s rare and unique here beyond words.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> Many rare things are beyond words.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> Take our clothes when they were drenched. One could say they were stained in salt water, or that they were <em>newly-dyed</em> in salt water.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio</em>. If one of your pockets could speak, it would say that you’re lying.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> No. I think our clothes are as fresh as when we first put them on at the king’s daughter’s wedding when she married the King of Tunisa.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> It was a super wedding. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Adrian.</em> Tunisa had never before seen such a fantastic queen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo</em>. Not since widow Dido’s time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> Widow? That’s rubbish. How come she’s <em>widow</em> Dido?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> It’s like saying <em>widower</em> Aeneas. Good lord. No one refers to them like that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Adrian.</em> Widow Dido was of Carthage not Tunisa.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> Tunisa <em>was</em> Cartage.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Adrian.</em> Cartage?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> I’m certain of it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> He’s blowing his own trumpet again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> He could do anything with just his bare hands.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> What impossible thing will he say he can do next.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> Let's see. I think he’ll carry this island home in his pocket and give it to his son to eat like an apple.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> And then he’ll plant the seeds in the sea and grow more little islands.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo</em>. Why not.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio</em>. And quite right too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> (Aside to Alonso) Sir, we were just talking about our clothes and how they seem as fresh as when we wore them to your daughter’s wedding, who's now queen of Tunisa.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> And the best queen they’ve ever had too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> Except widow Dido, of course. We can’t forget <em>her</em>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> Oh, widow Dido. Ay widow Dido.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> Sir, isn’t my gown as fresh as the first time I wore it? Sort of.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> ‘Sort of’ is right.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> When I wore it at your daughter’s wedding in Africa.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Alonso.</em> You chatter about all these things to me; trying to get me to answer you. Can’t you see I’m not really interested in them. I wish I’d never married my daughter there. This has happened only because I’m returning from there. Now I’ve lost my son, and in my opinion, her too. She’s so far away from Italy. I may never see her again. My heir of Naples and Milan is now somewhere in a fish’s belly. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Francisco</em>. Sir, he may still be alive. I saw him swimming above the waves. He’s a very strong swimmer. He kept himself above water and was heading for shore. I’m sure he reached the land. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Alonso.</em> No, no. He’s gone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian</em> (To Alonso) Sir, this loss may not be a bad thing. After all, you wouldn’t be very popular in Europe with your daughter. You’ve lost her to an African. Well, at least you can’t see her, the person who caused this mess on us in the first place. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Alonso.</em> Please, just shut up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> You were stubborn that this had to be done. Claribel didn’t want be married, but was torn in her duty to be obedient to you. Now, look, we’ve lost your son, not to mention, Milan and Naples. Now have more widows in them because of this horrible event. We can’t provide the men for the women there. It’s your fault entirely. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Alonso.</em> I know. I feel really terrible about it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> Mr. Sebastian, Should you be saying all this now? You should be comforting him, not rubbing salt in his wounds. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> Whatever.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio</em>. Exactly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> (To Alonso) we’re all in a foul mood, Sir.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian</em>. (Aside to Antonio) Fowl mood?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio</em> (Aside to Sebastian) Very fowl.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> Sir, if only I owned this land....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio</em>. He’d sow some nettle seeds.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian</em>. And flowers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> If I were the king here, you know what I’d do?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian</em>. Not getting drunk because you had no wine?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> I would have no borders, no immigration office. I’d have no trade or lawyers or courts. No riches, poverty, nor use of servants. I’d have no boundaries, inheritance, no agriculture, no weapons. I’d have no corn or wine, oil or jobs. Each man would be free. Women would be free too, but innocent and pure. There would be no sovereignty.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> But <em>he </em>would be king.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> The end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> All things left to nature should produce without anyone forcing them to. I will have no treason, felony, sword, pike, knife, gun, or need for any weapons. Nature should produce of its own kind in abundance to feed my innocent people.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> No marrying among his subjects?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio</em>. No. They’ll all be lazy bums.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> I would be the best leader alive.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> (Loudly) Save his Majesty!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> (Loudly) Long live King Gonzalo.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> Are you guys mocking me?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Alonso.</em> Please, don’t say any more. My mind is elsewhere. I can't think straight.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> Oh, I’m just joking. I just said that so that those two weaklings could laugh. They laugh at everything.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> We’re laughing at <em>you.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo</em>. I couldn’t care less. Just go on laughing at nothing like you usually do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> Ooh. You’ve put us in our places.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> You're the man.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> You men are alright. You’re strong guys. You would lift the moon out of her sphere if she didn’t change for five weeks straight.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em> Enter Ariel (invisible) playing solemn music.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> We would use the moon as a lamp to go hunt for stupid <em>fowls</em>, like some people we know.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio</em>. Don’t get angry now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> You know, I’m not about to waste my time on you two fools. Just laugh me to sleep, why don't you. I feel a bit tired now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> Go to sleep now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em> All sleep except Alonso, Sebastian and Antonio.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Alonso.</em> What, Everyone’s asleep already? I wish I could too, but my heart is so heavy, it’s not easy to get rest. I think I feel slightly tired now. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> It’s difficult to sleep when you’re grieving. If you feel tired, you should grab the opportunity because it doesn’t come around often in your state of mind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> The two of us will guard you and keep you safe while you’re asleep.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em> Alonso sleeps, Exit Ariel</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> It’s weird how they all seem so drowsy at the same time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> It’s the sea air.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> Why doesn’t it affect us, then? I’m not sleepy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> Me neither. They all went to sleep at the same time as if someone pressed a button. Almost like a lightning struck them. Hang on, Sebastian. Let me see. I can imagine a crown on <em>your</em> head.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> Are you dreaming or still awake?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> Can’t you hear me talking?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian</em>. Yes. But all that is a dream and nothing else.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> My friend, where is your ambition? You have to grab fortune with both hands. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> Hmmm. I think I definitely hear you snoring now, friend.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> I know I’m always joking around, but I’m serious now. You have to seriously consider what I said. You know you could be a lot further up than you are now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> I’m all ears.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio</em>. Listen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> Alright.Go on, then.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> I can tell from the way you play all this down that you secretly care about it a lot. People do that when they’re scared.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> I can see this means a lot to you and you’ve given it deep thought.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> You know Francisco, Alonso little sidekick. He’s persuaded the king that his son isn’t actually dead. He said that he’s sure he would’ve swum to land. I think he’s crazy. It’s impossible that the king’s son is still alive.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> I think he’s dead too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio</em>. See, Ferdinand’s death brings you an opportunity. He’s gone forever, right?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> Totally.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio</em>. Then, tell me. Who’s the next heir of Naples?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> Claribel.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> She’s now the queen of Tunisia. It’s like she’s in Timbuktu. She’s never going to know about any of this unless someone sends a messenger. And we ourselves know the danger of this sea between where she is and where we are. Whatever the future holds is in your hands and mine. Whatever she is told is in our hands.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> Okay, it’s true that my niece is far away and all that. But what are you saying here?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> Look. See how they’re dead to the world right now? They could all be actually dead and whatever happened from now on wouldn’t mean anything to them either way. There are other people who can rule Naples as well as our king over there. There are also other noble men who can talk as much rubbish as Gonzalo, the old councillor. I know I can waste as much time talking nonsense as much as he can. If only you thought like I do. This strange sleep they’re in, is a gift to you. Do you see what I’m saying?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> I think so.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> And what're you going to do about this good luck?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> I remember you overthrew your own brother, Prospero.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> True. And look how good it’s been for me. Life couldn’t be better. My brother’s servants were once my colleagues, now they’re my employees.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian</em>. But what about your conscience?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio</em>. What’s that? It’s like a mole at the bottom of my foot. I don’t feel any regrets. Look. Here’s your brother. He’s no better than that earth he lies on. He already appears dead. And with this three inch blade, I can make that real. Don’t let him get in your way to the top. For the rest of the men, they’ll readily say whatever we said happened. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> I’ll take your example. In the same way you got Milan, I’ll get Naples. Draw your sword. Just one stroke is the difference between you paying taxes or not. And you’ll be in my good books. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> Let’s draw together. When I raise my hand, you do so as well. I’ll stab the king and you’ll kill Gonzalo at the same time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <em>(They draw their swords)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> Wait a minute.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <em>Enter Ariel (invisible) with music and song.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ariel.</em> My master has seen all this. He sees his friend in danger and has sent me to keep you alive. (<em>Sings in Gonzalo’s ear).</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">While you here do snoring lie,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Open-eyed conspiracy</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His time doth take.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If of life you keep a care,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Shake off slumber and be aware.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Awake! Awake!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio.</em> Let us both be sudden.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> (<em>Wakes</em>) Now good angels. Save the king! (<em>The others awake).</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Alonso.</em> What’s happened? Why have you drawn your swords? Why do you look like that?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo</em>. What’s the matter?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian.</em> While we were guarding you we heard a terrible noise like bulls - or maybe they were lions - roaring. Didn’t you hear them? The noise is still ringing in my ears.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Alonso.</em> I didn’t hear anything.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio</em>. Oh, it was really awful. I’m pretty sure it was an entire pack of lions.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Alonso.</em> Did you hear anything, Gonzalo?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> I just heard a strange sort of humming. That’s what woke me up. I woke you up and shouted. That’s when I saw them with their weapons drawn. Perhaps we should all stand guard with our weapons drawn. Or maybe we should leave this place.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Alonso</em>. Let’s get going then. I want to search for my poor son.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> Hope he’s protected from these beasts. I’m sure he’s right here on this island.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Alonso</em>. Lead the way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ariel</em>. Prospero will know what I’ve done. So, King go safely to look for your son. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <em>Exit.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=shakes06-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=1586638491&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"></iframe>Scene II</span></strong> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>(Another part of the Island)</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Enter Caliban with a handful of wood. A noise of thunder is heard.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Caliban.</em> May all the infections of the entire earth fall on Prospero and make every inch of him diseased. I know his spirits hear me, but I can’t help cursing. They scare me and pinch me all over when he tells them to. He sets them on me for any little thing. They bite me and sting me like snakes. They hiss at me till I want to go mad. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Enter Trinculo the jester.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There comes one of his spirits to torment me for fetching wood too slowly. I’ll lie down. Maybe he won’t see me. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>(He lies down)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Trinculo.</em> There are no trees or shrubs to prevent the wind from lashing around. There’s another storm brewing. I can tell with all those dark clouds beginning to settle. But without any shelter, where shall I hide. (He sees Caliban on the ground) What do we have here, a man or a fish? Dead or alive? He smells like rotting fish, but what a strange kind of fish. If I were in England, I’d put it in a freak show. They wouldn’t give a penny to a beggar, but they surely will fish out large amounts to look at some freak. It’s got legs like a man, but fins for arms! This is no fish, but an Islander who’s been hit by lightning. (Thunder) The storm is here again. My best bet is to creep under his cloak as there is no other shelter nearby. The things we do when we’re scared! I’ll hide under here until the storm has passed. (Creeps under Caliban’s cloak).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Enter drunk Stephano singing with a bottle in his hand.</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I shall no more to sea, to sea.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Here shall I die ashore.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is a very suitable song to sing at a funeral. Never mind, I’ve got my comfort right here. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Drinks)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> The shipmaster, the cleaner, the boatswain and I,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> The gunner and his mate,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Loved Mall, Meg, Marian and Margery,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> But none of us cared for Kate.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> For she had a tongue with a tang,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Would shout to a sailor, ‘Go Hang.’</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> She loved not the smell of tar nor of pitch;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Yet a tailor might scratch her wherever she did itch.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is a good tune too; and here is my comfort. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Drinks)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Caliban.</em> (Speaking to Trinculo who’d crawled under the his cloak for shelter. He thinks he’s one of Prospero’s spirits who’s come to pinch him). Don’t hurt me!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Stephano.</em> What’s the matter? Have we got devils here? I didn’t escape drowning to be scared of your four legs. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Caliban.</em> The spirit torments me!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Stephano.</em> This must be a four-legged monster from the island. He’s probably got a fever. How on earth did he learn our language? For that alone I’ll help him. If I can cure him and tame him, I could take him back to Naples as a present for my emperor. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Caliban.</em> Please don’t hurt me. I promise I’ll bring the wood home faster.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Stephano.</em> He’s in a crazy fit now. I will give him a taste of my drink. Even if he’s never had wine before, it will surely heal his fit. If I can sort him out and tame him, he’ll be worth a lot of money to whoever has him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Caliban.</em> You’re not hurting me much right now. But I’m sure you’ll start very soon. I know it because you’re trembling. That’s exactly how Prospero’s spirits work. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Stephano.</em> Come on, open your mouth. You think you can talk. Wait till you’ve had a swallow of this. Open your mouth. This will cure whatever you’ve got. I can tell you that for sure. (Gives Caliban a drink) Open up again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Trinculo.</em> I think I know that voice. But it can’t be. He’s drowned. I’m sure of it. It must be a spirit. Help!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Stephano.</em> Oooh. Four legs and two voices! A super monster. Its better voice is to speak well and its worse voice is for nasty talk. If I’ve got to give it all the wine in my bottle to cure it, I will. (Gives drink). Come on. Open up! I’ll pour some of this baby into your other mouth.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Trinculo.</em> Stephano?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Stephano.</em> Wow! Your other mouth’s calling me. This is no monster. This is a devil. I’m off in that case. Don’t want dealings with devils.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Trinculo.</em> Stephano? If you’re Stephano, don’t be scared of me. I’m your good friend, Trinculo. You know me, right?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Stephano.</em> If you’re Trinculo, come out. I’ll pull you out by your smaller legs. I think these ones are your legs. (Draws him out from under Caliban’s cloak). My goodness! You are Trinculo. What’re you doing under this monstrosity?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Trinculo</em>. I hid under him to get away from the storm. I thought you’d drown, </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Stephano</em>. Is the storm over now? I can’t believe us two Neapolitans escaped!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Stephano</em>. Don’t jump up and down with me like that. My stomach’s not too good at the moment.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Caliban.</em> (Aside) These two are not spirits after all. That one is pretty brave and carries some mighty good liquor. I’ll bow to him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Stephano.</em> So, tell me, how did you escape? How did you get here? I grabbed onto a wine barrell the sailors had dumped overboard. When I got here, I made this bottle from the bark of a tree, with my very own hands.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Caliban.</em> I swear if I could get my hand on that drink, I’d be your servant forever. That’s some good wine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Stephano.</em> So tell me how you escaped, Trinculo.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Triniculo</em>. I swam ashore, man. I can swim like a duck. I swear to you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Stephano</em>. Here, kiss the book (gives him a drink). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Triniculo.</em> Have you got any more of this drink?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Stephano.</em> The whole barrel, man. I’ve got a me a little cave over by some rocks by the seaside. I’ve hidden the wine there. How’s your fever now, monster? (To Caliban).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Caliban.</em> Have you dropped from heaven?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Stephano.</em> Out of the moon. I assure you. I used to be the man in the moon, you know.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Caliban.</em> I’ve seen you in her. I adore you. My mistress showed you to me. I saw your dog too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Stephano.</em> I like that, man. Come, kiss the book. (Gives him a drink). Drink up, I’ll go get us some more. (Caliban drinks).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Trinculo.</em> You know, now that I can see him, this monster is not that scary after all. He even believes there is a man in the moon. Look at him drink that wine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Caliban.</em> I’ll show you guys the best places on the Island. I’ll worship you, man. Please be my god.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Trinculo</em>. Boy! You’re sly one. When I’m asleep you’ll steal my wine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Caliban</em>. Come on! I’ll kiss your foot. I’ll swear to be subjected to you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Stephano.</em> Okay then. Drink up and swear.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Trinculo.</em> What a pathetic monster you’ve turned out to be. I could easily beat you up...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Stephano</em>. Come on! Kiss my foot, already.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Trinculo</em>. ...But you’re so drunk, it’s pathetic.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Caliban.</em> I’ll show you the best springs. I’ll even pick some berries for you. I’ll fish for you and get you wood, and everything. To hell with my old master. I ain’t doing anything for him no more. I’m serving you now. You’re great. And you've got drinks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Trinculo.</em> You’re funny. But still. I think you make a great drunk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Caliban.</em> Please let me take you to the apple trees. And with my long nails, I’ll dig the earthnuts out for you. Then, I’ll show you the Jay’s nest and show you how to catch your food. I’ll show you where the birds hang out and sometimes I’ll catch a couple for your dinner. Will you come with me?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Stephano.</em> Oh yes! Why not. Lead the way, and stop talking, will you. (To Trinculo) the King and everyone else is dead, so we’ll inherit this island. (To Caliban) Here, carry my bottle. (To Trinculo) We’ll fill him up with more wine soon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Caliban sings drunkenly)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Caliban</em>. Farewell, master. Farewell, master.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Trinculo</em>. A howling, drunken monster!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Caliban. No more dams I’ll make for fish</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No more fetch or firing</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">At requiring</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nor scrape wooden plates, nor wash dishes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ban, Ban, Ca-Caliban</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Has a new master. You get a new man.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Freedom day! Freedom day!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Stephano. Lead the way, brave monster.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span>Anne Lyken-Garnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425485414456096031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355308925379143176.post-7849692989668345262009-12-07T08:11:00.000-08:002011-01-01T14:47:35.238-08:00The Tempest - Act I<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em><strong> Setting: An uninhabited Island</strong></em></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> <span style="font-size: large;">A C T 1</span></strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Scene I</em> (On a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Kindle-Wireless-Reading-Display-Generation/dp/B0015T963C?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">ship</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0015T963C" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> at sea)</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>A loud noise of lightning and thunder is heard. Enter a shipmaster and a Boatswain.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Shipmaster.</em> Boatswain!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Boastwain.</em> I’m here boss. What’s up?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Shipmaster.</em> Quick! Talk to the mariners to get a move on before we run ourselves aground. Go! Go! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <em>Exit.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Boastwain</em>. (To his mariners) There you are, guys. Listen, take in the shipmaster’s topsail. Tend to his <a href="http://www.amazon.com/5-in-1-Survival-Whistle/dp/B000NO08VO?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">whistle</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000NO08VO" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. There’s a storm coming, but we should be fine as long as there are no rocks in our way. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Enter the royal <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Passenger-57-Wesley-Snipes/dp/6304936311?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">passengers</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=6304936311" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />, Alonso (the king), Sebastian (his brother), Antonio (Duke of Naples who usurped his brother, Prospero), Ferdinand (the king's son), Gonzalo (the old councillor), and others.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Alonso.</em> Are you alright, Boatswain? Where’s the master? We’re all brave men. We can get through this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Boatswain</em>. (To the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Roxy-Appletini-Satchel-Royal-Purple/dp/B002RHP0HW?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">royal</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B002RHP0HW" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> gang) All I ask is that you stay below please, sirs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio</em>. Where’s the master, bos’n?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Boatswain</em>. Can’t you hear him? Please go back to your cabins, you’re not helping up here. Please stay out of the way and make this easy for everyone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> Hey, man. Calm down.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Boatswain</em>. When the sea is calm, then I'll calm down. Please just go back to your cabins now, and let us do our jobs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo</em>. Okay, but just remember <em>who</em> you have on board.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Boatswain</em>. No one that I love more than myself. Look, you’re a councillor, right. <em>You</em> restore some peace. If you can use your authority to bring peace to the elements and control the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Blackberry-Storm-9500-Unlocked-Camera/dp/B002UD4LQ4?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">storm</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B002UD4LQ4" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />, that would be really helpful here. If you can’t, well, you should just go back to your cabin and give thanks for having lived this long. We don’t know what’s going to happen, but we have to prepare for the worst. Out of the way now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzolo.</em> This guy here, he’s not going to die of drowning. He’s going to die from hanging. I’m sure of it. This is good news for us. If he’s to die at the gallows, we’re safe. If not, we could be doomed here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <em>Exit with the others.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Enter Boatswain</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Boatswain.</em> Pull the topmast down, fellows. Lower! Lower! (<em>A cry from within).</em> Jeesh! These passengers are louder than us sailors when we’re hard at work. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>(Enter Sebastian, Antonio and Gonzolo).</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Again? What do you want? Shall we just stop <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Studs-Terkels-Working-Teaching-Guide/dp/1565846265?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">working</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=1565846265" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> and look after you guys? You want to die?</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sebastian. What an idiot! Shut your face!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Boatswain</em>. You come and do the job then, if you know so much.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio</em>. You coward. Moan is all you do, you girl. We’re not scared of drowning.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Drowning-Backstreet-Boys/dp/B00005QBEC?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Drowning</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B00005QBEC" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> is too good for you. Even though we’re in this good-for-nothing ship.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Boatswain.</em> (to the workers) Pull away from the shore. Quick! Pull away!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Mariners</em>. There is nothing we can do. Pray to <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Case-God-Karen-Armstrong/dp/0307269183?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">God</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0307269183" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> now. We’re done.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Boatswain.</em> What, must our mouths too be cold?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo</em>. Let’s pray with the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/King-History-Channel-Martin-Luther/dp/B0016PDZEQ?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">King</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0016PDZEQ" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> and Prince. Come on! We’re all in the same position.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sleek-Hold-Liquid-Sebastian-Unisex/dp/B0012HRC06?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Sebastian</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0012HRC06" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />.</em> I can’t be bothered.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio</em>. Our lives are put in danger by these worthless drunkards. You big-mouthed pirate. I wish you’d die a nasty death, you jerk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo.</em> Moron. He’ll be hanged yet. Drowning is too good for him. I hope we don't all die in this dump.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>A confused noise within; ‘Mercy on us!’</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>We’ve split! We’ve split! Goodbye my wife and kids. Goodbye my brother.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em> Exit Boatswain.</em></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Antonio</em>. Let’s all sink with the king.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Sebastian</em>. Let’s say goodbye to him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Gonzalo</em>. I would give anything for a piece of dry ground right now. God’s will be done, but I would prefer a dry death to this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Now on the Island</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Enter Prospero and Miranda.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda</em>. If you used your powers to cause this storm, Dad, please stop it now. It looks like the sky is trying to send down fire, but the sea comes up to the horizon and just puts the fire out. Oh, I'm so upset. I feel as though I was one of the people I saw perish in this terrible storm. Such a lovely <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cutty-Sark-Wood-Clipper-Model/dp/B000GM73FC?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">ship</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000GM73FC" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />, all dashed to pieces. I’m so devastated thinking of all the poor people who lost their lives. If I had any power at all, I would’ve opened the ground and buried the sea under it so that I could save the ship and all the people in it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> It’s okay, dear. Don’t worry about it so much. Just pretend it didn’t happen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda</em>. If only.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> Never mind, my dear daughter. I care only about you and your well-being. You don’t know how much I’ve done to protect and keep you safe. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda.</em> That only makes me worry even more, Dad.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> It’s time I should tell you these things. Here, help me take off this magic robe. (Lays down his robe). Lie there, love. Wipe your <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Eyes-Wide-Shut-Blu-ray-Cruise/dp/B0013FSXT6?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">eyes</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0013FSXT6" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> and don’t worry so much. I know the wreck is an awful thing for you to witness, especially since you’re so sensitive. I know this. My power helps me to foresee these things, love. I want you to know that nothing happened to the people you heard cry on the ship. Not a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Farouk-CHI-Inch-Ceramic-Hairstyling/dp/B0009V1YR8?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">hair</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0009V1YR8" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> on anyone’s head was harmed. Trust me. Sit down and let me tell you about how this relates to your life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda.</em> Dad, you’ve started to tell me about who I am lots of times before. But you always stopped halfway through and said, ‘not yet. Later.'</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> The time has come. I’ll tell you now. Listen carefully. Can you remember the time before we came to this cell? I’m not sure you can, because you were only about three years old. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda.</em> Yes, Dad. I can.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. Really? What do you remember, A person or something?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda</em>. Well, I can only remember vaguely. I’m not sure if it’s an imagination or a memory. Did I have four or five nannies at one point? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> Yes, you did, and more. But how do you remember so far back? If you remember the period <em>before</em> we came here, surely you remember <em>how </em>we got here?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda</em>. Not really, no. I don’t remember that part.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. Twelve years before that, Miranda, your father was the Duke of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/AC-Milan-Home-Soccer-Jersey/dp/B002BONENI?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Milan</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B002BONENI" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> with a lot of power. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda</em>. Aren’t <em>you</em> my dad?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. Well, put it this way. Your mother was sheer virtue. A pure woman. <em>She</em> said I was your dad, and my only heir. So...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda.</em> Oh Good Heavens! So how did we end up here? Did someone do us wrong? Did we do wrong to deserve this?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. Both, my dear. As you said, someone did do us wrong, and all this was because of me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda</em>. I’m so sorry that I caused you to remember such bad times, Dad. But I need to know.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> My brother, your uncle, called Antonio. You won’t believe that a brother could be so deceitful. Next to myself, he was the person I loved best in all the world. I allowed him to manage my estate. He was number one in my domain. There was no one like him in the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Art-History-Elke-Linda-Buchholz/dp/0810994429?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">art</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0810994429" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> world. He was brilliant and talented and studied a lot. He knew my estate better than I did myself. Are you listening to me?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda</em>. Yes, Dad.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. Once you allow someone to get to the state of perfection and brilliance, it gets harder to cut him down. Harder to make them realise they’re getting too big for their <a href="http://www.amazon.com/JC-Fashion-Ladies-Microsuede-Sherpa/dp/B001GKO9G4?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">boots</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001GKO9G4" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. He soon started to win over my people for himself. He had the power of office and a long leash, so he made them think differently. Whatever pleased him, he made them do and say. He had his hands on my power, so he wasn’t prepared to let it go. You’re not listening, are you?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda</em>. Of course, I am.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. You know, I figured your uncle had my back, so I dedicated my time to learning and bettering my mind. The spiritual things rather than the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Skechers-Womens-Physical-Fitness-Toffee/dp/B001OW6TEO?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">physical</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001OW6TEO" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />After a while, with all the popularity and power, my brother became twisted. His betrayal was as complete as my trust was in him. He'd managed my power and wealth for so long, gradually he actually believed they <em>belonged</em> to him. He basically believed <em>he</em> was the real Duke and not me. His ambition grew wildly. Are you hearing all this?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda.</em> Of course. This story would cure deafness.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. He decided to be the real Duke inside and out – by name and by nature. My library and my kingdom were vast. He thought that I was incapable of doing such a big, important job. He was thirsty for the power, the title, for people to worship him, and for the crown that the King of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Charter-Club-Blousy-Eyelet-Scoopneck/dp/B003BT47FG?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Naples</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B003BT47FG" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> promised him in their pact. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda.</em> Oh Good Heavens!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. Consider his pact with the King and the outcome of all of this and tell me if he’s my brother?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda</em>. It would be a sin to think evil of my own grandmother, so I suppose I have to believe that good women do bear bad children.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. You see, this is the arrangement; the King of Naples, Alonso, never liked me. The two of them cooked up this plan to get rid of me. I don’t know all that he’s given my brother, but the agreement was that if I wasn’t there, Antonio would become <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Soffe-Duke-Hoodie-Mascot-X-Large/dp/B000RLJQY8?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Duke</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000RLJQY8" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. They planned all this and one night they threw me out with you screaming in my arms. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda.</em> That’s awful. I can’t remember how I was crying then, but it’s sad enough to make me want to cry about it again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. I’m not finished. I still have to tell you some more before I tell you about this present situation. Which, might I add, wouldn’t even be important was it not for the past. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda</em>. You mean the reason why they destroyed us?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. Well spotted, child. To make a long story short, you could almost say they forgot the way they cared about me before the trouble started. They took us aboard a ship, rowed us out to <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cloud-Twilight-Sea-Turtle-Constellation/dp/B001CW7CVK?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">sea</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001CW7CVK" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />, and left us in a mere tub. No tackle, no sail, no mast, no nothing. Even the rats didn’t bother coming aboard. They just left us there to the mercy of the wind and sea. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda.</em> Gosh, I could imagine what trouble I was to you in that situation.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> Oh, my <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Angel-Season-Five-Slim-Set/dp/B000I0QLS2?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">angel</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000I0QLS2" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. You were the only thing that kept me sane. Your smile was like a blessing from heaven. When I wept myself dry, your smile was what kept me strong to face up to what could happen to us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda</em>. How did we come ashore?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. By God’s grace. This old councillor called <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Avatar-Gonzalo-Rubalcaba/dp/B0011WMI1A?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Gonzalo</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0011WMI1A" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> was actually appointed to take care of this nasty business, but he treated us kindly. He gave us a bit of food and some fresh water. He also gave us some nice <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Junk-Guinness-T-Shirt-Shamrock-Medium/dp/B00387E6T8?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">clothes</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B00387E6T8" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />expensive linen and some other necessary stuff which were really useful to us. He even made sure I had some books from my own <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Public-Library-Juniors-Mickey-T-Shirt/dp/B002XQ34YI?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">library</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B002XQ34YI" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> because he knew I valued them more than all my wealth and title.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda.</em> Oh, I wish I could meet him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. Moving on. When we arrived here, I taught you better than any princess have ever been taught. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda.</em> Thank you so much, Dad. But I’m still wondering why you raised the storm.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. I tell you what. It’s a weird thing, but Lady <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wheel-Fortune-Electronic-Game-Platinum/dp/B002QLDHV0?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Fortune</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B002QLDHV0" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> who was my enemy, has now become my friend. She is the one who brought these people to this shore. My star is now aligned in the right place for things to start going my way. No more questions for now. You’re feeling very tired now, just give way to the feeling and sleep. You haven’t got a choice. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(<em>Miranda sleeps).</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Come here, servant. I’m ready now, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Disney-Sparkling-Princess-Ariel-Doll/dp/B002RIOFHM?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Ariel</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B002RIOFHM" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. Come now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ariel</em>. All Hail, great master. I’m here to do your will. What do you desire today? Do you want me to fly, to swim, to dive in the fire, to ride on the clouds. Whatever you desire, me and all my band are here to do your bidding.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> Did you do exactly what I told you do with the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tempest-Star-Wars-Legacy-Force/dp/0345477529?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">tempest</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0345477529" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ariel.</em> To every detail. I boarded the King’s ship. I went to the front, the back, everywhere, in all the cabins, and struck terror by appearing as St. Elmo’s fire. Sometimes I divided and burned in different places. Then I met up and burned in one ball. I was bold and powerful and scary! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> My brave spirit. Who was the one who kept his head during all this uproar?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ariel.</em> Not a soul. They were all scared and went crazy, jumping overboard and screaming like mad men. When they saw my fire, the king’s son, Ferdinand’s hair stood on end. He was the first one to leap aboard shouting, ‘Hell’s empty, and all the devils are here!’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> That’s more like it! Where are they?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Arie</em>l. Close by, my master.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. Are they safe, Ariel?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ariel. Oh, not a hair on their head touched, Master. Not even a tear or stain on their clothes. They’re good as new – even better. As you told me, I got my troops to look after the other people but I took care of the king’s son myself. I left him moping and sighing, sitting like this. <em>(Ariel illustrates this to Prospero).</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. And tell me what you did with the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/King-History-Channel-Martin-Luther/dp/B0016PDZEQ?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">King</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0016PDZEQ" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />’s ship, the mariners and the rest of the fleet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ariel.</em> All safely in the harbour. I hid the King’s ship in the deep nook where you once called me to fetch dew from Bermudas. He was so not pleased, wasn’t he? The mariners, they're are all under hatches. They’re still under the spell, so they’re fast asleep. The rest of the fleet had all been separated, but they met up again and are presently sailing home on the Mediterranean sea, bound for Naples. They’re sure they saw the King’s ship wrecked and that they saw him die.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> Ariel, you’re a charm. I’m pleased with your work, but there’s more work to be done. What time is it?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ariel</em>. Midday. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> No. I reckon it’s at least two o clock. Look, between now and six o’clock, we’ve both got a lot to do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ariel</em>. Is there <em>more</em> work. You gave me a very hard task to do. Just let me say that so far, you haven’t given me what you promised me for the last one.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> What do you want?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ariel</em>. Set me free.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prospero. Not before the time is right.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ariel.</em> I’ve always served you well. I’ve been honest, made no mistakes. Worked without grumbling. You even promised to reduce my service time by one year. </span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> Are you forgetting what I saved you from and where I got you?</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ariel</em>. No</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> Now, I think you are, Ariel. You think it’s too much to <a href="http://www.amazon.com/LeSportsac-Travel-Tote-Sunny-Spring/dp/B002LLO7OG?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">travel</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B002LLO7OG" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> on the deep sea, through the North Wind and under the earth to do business for me?</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ariel.</em> I don’t, sir.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. You’re a liar, you wretch. Have you forgotten about that evil <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Doctor-Who-Sycorax-Warrior-Sword/dp/B001P7XP54?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Sycorax</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B001P7XP54" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> whose envy destroyed her? Have you forgotten her?</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ariel</em>. No, sir.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. You have. Where was she born? Come on, Tell me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ariel.</em> Algiers, sir.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. Was she, really? See, once a month, I always have to remind you of where you’ve been and where you’ve come from. This damned witch Sycorax was banished for all the evil and terrible things she’s done. Isn’t this true?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ariel.</em> Yes, sir. It is.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> You were her servant. You told me this yourself. She was brought here by sailors and left to rot. And because you had a good heart, you couldn’t bear to do her evil biddings. She went ballistic and got her evil servants to lock you up for twelve years, in a tight container which drifted out to sea. If that wasn’t enough, she died while you were still in there, so there was certainly no escape. At least I now have her son <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shadow-Hearts-Caliban/dp/B00008DANK?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Caliban</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B00008DANK" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> as my servant. Wretched idiot, he wasn’t even lucky enough to at least look human. You know first-hand how you screamed and fought to get out of your prison. It was the power of my art that got you out of the trap when I heard you yowling.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ariel.</em> And I thank you, master.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. If you continue to nag and complain, I myself will lock you up for twelve years. </span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ariel.</em> So sorry, sir. I won’t complain anymore. I’ll do what you say, honest.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> Fine then. I’ll let you go after two days.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ariel</em>. Thanks so much. Thank you. What do you want me to do now? Anything.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. Go and turn yourself into a sea fairy. You’ll be invisible to everyone else but me. Hurry up and do it. </span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <em>Exit Ariel.</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(To Miranda) Wake up, my dear, wake up now.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda.</em> Your story was so strange, it made me fall asleep.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. Shake it off. We have to visit Caliban, that foul-mouthed slave.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda</em>. He’s so mean, dad. I don’t like him one bit.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> I know. But we can’t do without him. He makes our fire, fetches our wood, and serves us in other ways. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hey! Caliban, you dullard. Where are you?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Caliban</em> <em>(from within).</em> I've already fetched enough wood today.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: yellow;"><span style="color: black;"><em>Prospero.</em></span> </span>Come here. I’ve got some other work for you to do. Come here now, you lazy freak.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Enter Ariel looking like a water fairy.</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You look great, Ariel. Whisper in my ear.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ariel.</em> (whispers) I’m going to do it. </span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <em>Exit Ariel.</em></span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. Where are you, Caliban, you rotten slave? Come out here, if you know what’s good for you.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Enter Caliban</em></span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Caliban.</em> Curse you both. I hate you!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> For that, tonight you’ll have cramps. Bad spirits will gnaw on your bones all night, and pinch you harder than <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Buzz-about-Bees-Biology-Superorganism/dp/3540787275?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">bees</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=3540787275" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> can sting.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Caliban.</em> Whatever. I must eat my dinner now. You know, this island is mine because it belonged to my mother, Sycorax. You stole it from me. You tricked me when you first arrived. You showed me stuff and taught me about the earth and planets. I loved you. I showed you all around the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Island-Blu-ray-Ewan-McGregor/dp/B0014Z4P56?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">island</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0014Z4P56" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />, the good places and the bad. I shouldn’t have done that. I was so stupid. I hate you for that. I should be king of this island, instead I’m serving you. I’m your only servant, yet you keep me like a pig in one cave, while you enjoy the rest of the island.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> You are such a liar, you numbskull. I kept you in my own place, regardless of who you were. I treated you with respect until you tried to violate my daughter.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Caliban.</em> Didn’t happen anyway. Otherwise, I’d have little Calibans running all over this island.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda.</em> I don’t believe this. You can turn even good intentions into evil and worthless things. I felt sorry for you. I taught you how to speak and think. But none of the good things I tried to teach you stuck. You’re still vile. You deserve what you got.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Caliban.</em> You taught me a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Learn-to-Speak-Spanish-Deluxe/dp/B0017NWWUA?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">language</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0017NWWUA" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />. That only means that now I know how to curse. You should’ve saved your breath, you moron.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> Oh, shut up. You’d better bring us some fuel, and make it snappy. Otherwise, I’ll make your bones ache so much the wild animals will be scared of your yelling in pain.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Caliban.</em> Okay. Okay. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(<em>Aside).</em> I’d better obey him because he’s so powerful, he could make a god serve him.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> Go on then, slave.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <em>Exit Caliban.</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
<em></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Enter <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Who-Was-Ferdinand-Magellan-Kramer/dp/044843105X?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Ferdinand</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=044843105X" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> and invisible Ariel who's playing and singing.</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Ariel’s song.</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Come to the yellow sands</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And then take hands</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Bow when you have kissed</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The wild waves silent.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Walk nimbly here and there</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And sweet spirits the burden bear</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hark! Hark!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Bow, wow the watchdogs bark</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Bow, wow</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hark! Hark! I hear</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The strain of strutting cockerels </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Cry cock-a-diddle-doo.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ferdinand.</em> Where is this music coming from? From heaven or earth? It sounds like it’s from some god of the Island, sitting on the bank, weeping for my father, the king’s wreckage. I heard it first on the water. It sounded both fierce and sad, so I followed it. Or maybe it enticed me here. Now it’s gone. No, it’s come back now.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Ariel’s song</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Your father lies five fathoms below.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His bones are made of corals.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His eyes are made of pearls.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nothing of him is wasted</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But is changed by the sea</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Into something strange. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The sea spirits toll for him hourly.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ding dong,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hark! Now I hear them – ding dong, bell.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ferdinand.</em> They remember my father. This is not earthly. This has to come from heaven. There, now it’s above me.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. (To Miranda) Look over there and tell me what you see.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda.</em> What is it? Is it a spirit? It’s looking about. It looks so real, but it must be a spirit.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> No, girl. It eats, sleeps and does everything we do. He was in the wreckage. He’s sad right now, but he’s a good person. He’s lost his friends, so he’s looking around to find them.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda.</em> He looks like a god. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> (Aside) My plan is working. Spirit, I’ll free you in two days for this.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ferdinand.</em> Hello. I’ve never seen such a beautiful woman like you. Do you live here? Tell me about this place. How do I act here? But the most important question is, are you single?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda.</em> You bet, I am.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ferdinand.</em> I’m not really good at this sort of thing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> Really? What would the King of Naples say if he heard you say that.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ferdinand</em>. I’m all alone now. And the king <em>does</em> hear me. I’m sad that he does, actually because I’ll never stop crying now that my father is dead.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda</em>. Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ferdinand</em>. His lords also died, and so did the Duke of Milan and his two brave sons.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> (Aside) the real Duke of Milan and his even braver daughter could refute that, but the time is not yet right for that. They’ve fallen head over heels in love at first sight. Ariel, you’ll have your freedom for this.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(<em>To Ferdinand)</em> Sir, I think you’ve said something that’s not true. Can I have a word with you?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda</em>. Why’s my father so cross. This is the third man I’ve ever seen and the only one I’ve ever fallen in love with. If only he could see things my way.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ferdinand</em>. If you’re a virgin and not in love with anyone else, I’ll make you the Queen of Naples.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. Hang on there, sir. I have to speak to you. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(<em>Aside)</em> They’re smitten with each other. This is quick stuff. I’ve got to stir up some trouble here. I don’t want them to think this is too easy. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(<em>To Ferdinand)</em> Listen to me. Who do you think you are? You’ve come here as a spy to take this island away from me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ferdinand.</em> No, I swear, I’m not a spy.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda</em>. He’s too handsome to be anything but good. Even if bad spirits have such a good home, only good things can dwell in it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> Follow me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(<em>To Miranda)</em> Don’t you speak for him. He’s a traitor.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(<em>To Ferdinand)</em> Come here. I’ll chain your neck and feet together. I’ll give you sea water to drink and feed you <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Freshwater-Mussel-Ecology-Multifactor-Distribution/dp/0520255267?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">mussels</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0520255267" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />, husks and withered roots. Follow me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ferdinand.</em> No way! You’ve got to be kidding. I’m not going anywhere with you. You’re not stronger than me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(<em>He draws his sword, but is charmed into stillness).</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda.</em> Dad! Hear his side first please. He’s a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Music-Motion-Picture-Purple-Rain/dp/B000002L68?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">prince</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000002L68" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />, not a coward. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. What? Are <em>you</em> telling <em>me</em> what to do? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(<em>To Ferdinand)</em> Put your sword away, you traitor. You’re just a show-off. I can disarm you with a mere wand.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda.</em> Please, dad!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. Let go of me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda.</em> Please have pity on him. I’ll vouch for him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> Shut up! One more word out of you, and I’ll punish you, if not hate you. You’ll vouch for someone you don’t even know – a traitor? What, because you’ve only seen him and Caliban, you think he’s the only one who looks like that. Most men are better looking than him. To them, <em>he</em> looks like Caliban.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda</em>. My standards are not high. I have no desires to see a better looking man.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> (To Ferdinand) Come on! Obey me. You feel like a baby again, you can’t control your body.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ferdinand</em>. You’re right. I’ve lost all control of everything. My father and my <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Friends-Complete-Collection-Jennifer-Aniston/dp/B000H6SXMY?ie=UTF8&tag=shakes06-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">friends</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=shakes06-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000H6SXMY" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /> are all dead. And I’m subdued to you and all your threats. None of this concerns me though. All I want is to be able to look out of my prison once a day and see this lovely girl. If I can do that, then I’m happy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> (Aside) It works.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(<em>To Ferdinand)</em> Come on. Follow me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(<em>To Ariel)</em> You’ve done well, Ariel. Listen to what I want you to do next.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Miranda.</em> My father is not usually like this. I don’t know what’s wrong with him today.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero.</em> You will be free as the wind. Till then, do exactly as I tell you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Ariel.</em> To the syllable.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Prospero</em>. (To Ferdinand) Follow me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(To Miranda) Don’t speak to him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em> Exit</em></span><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Act 11 is </span><a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2009/12/tempest-act-11.html"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">here</span></a></span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Act 111 is </span><a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2009/12/tempest-act-111.html"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">here</span></a></span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Act 1V is </span><a href="http://shakespearescenes.blogspot.com/2010/01/tempest-act-iv.html"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">here</span></a></span></em>Anne Lyken-Garnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425485414456096031noreply@blogger.com1