Break it up, you idiots! Put away your swords. You do not know what you are doing.I'm just trying to keep the peace. Put away your sword, or else use it to help me separate these men.
Benvolio, are you actually fighting with these cowardly servants? Turn around and look at me, your worst nightmare.What, you've drawn your sword, and you're talking about peace! I hate that word like I hate hell, all Montagues, and you. Fight me, coward!
Act 1 Scene 1 (the fight continues)
Get your weapons to help stop this fight! Strike them, beat them down! Damn these Capulets! Damn these Montagues!
Act 1 Scene 1 (the fight ends)
My rebellious subjects, who are disturbing the peace and dishonoring your swords by using them against your neighbors -- aren't you listening to me? You men, you beasts, trying to drown your rage in each other's blood! I order you on pain of torture to drop these weapons from your bloody hands, and listen to the law.
Act 1 Scene 2
It's a pity that two men of such distinction as you are have lived in conflict for so long. But now, my lord, what do you think of my request?
But Montague is legally bound to keep the peace by the Prince's edict just as I am. This shouldn't be difficult for two old guys like us.
Act 1 Scene 2
I'll just repeat what I said before. My daughter is so young -- not yet 14. We should wait at least two more years before she marries.
Act 1 Scene 2
They may have been successfully made mothers, but many were also damaged by being married so young. Juliet is my only surviving child, the heiress to the Capulet estate, the great hope of my world. But you need to court her, Paris. You must win her over
Younger woman than her have become happy mothers.
Act 1 Scene 3
Indeed, getting married is exactly what I cam to discuss. Tell me, Juliet, what are your feelings about marriage?
An honor! If I hadn't been your only nurse, I'd say you must have sucked some wisdom from a breast from which you nursed.
Act 1 Scene 3
There's no flower in Verona's summer that's as fine as he is.
Dear young lady what a man! The world hasn't seen such a man--why he's the model of a man.A beautiful flower of a man, indeed.
Act 1 Scene 3
I short, do you think you can reciprocate Paris' love?
No less of a woman indeed. Ha, he'll make you a bigger woman, in a few months--that's what men do to us.
Act 1 Scene 4
Well, start thinking of marriage now. Here in Verona girls younger than you -- and very respectable young ladies at -- are already becoming mothers. By my calculation, I had you when I was about your age, and you're still a virgin. The crux of the matter is that the honorable Paris has asked for your hand in marriage.
...Sometimes she drives over a soldier's neck, and he dreams of cutting enemy throats, of breaching castle walls,of ambushes, of Spanish swords, of drinking deep toasts, and the she drums in his ear, which startles him. He wakes, says a prayer or two, and goes back to sleep...
It's an honour that I don't dream of.
Act 1 Scene 4
True, I talk of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain, born fro nothing except frivolous imaginations. They are just as insubstantial as air, and as fickle as wind, which on moment blows from the frozen north, and then gets angry and goes and blows from the humid south.
What do you say? Could you love this gentlemen? You'll see him at our dinner party tonight. If you read him like a book I'm sure you'll find beauty had a major hand in the writing. I'm sure his fine features will make you content. You'll be able to read what he's really like on the inside when you read his eyes like notes in the margin....
Act 1 Scene 4
I'm afraid we're going to be too early. I have some weird apprehension that something bad is going to begin tonight at this party, something that will only end with my untimely death. But I'll let destiny take the wheel now! Let's go, friends.
Based on your glowing description of him, I expect that I'll like him if it's just a matter of looks. But I won't get attached to him without your consent.
Stop, Mercutio, stop!You talk nonsense.
All this hot air you're talking about is blowing us in the wrong direction. The dinner's over and we're going to be late.Start the rhythm.
Act 1 Scene 5
I fear I have defiled your hands, which are like holy shrine to me, by touching them with my own unworthy hands. But I have an agreeable way to make it up to you. My lips are ready to smooth over that rough touch with a tender kiss, like two devoted pilgrims before a holy place.Yes, but don't the saints and the worshipers have lips, too?
Act 1 Scene 5
Well then, dear saint, let our lips do what our hands are doing. They're praying for something after all, a kiss, so their faith doesn't turn into despair.Then don't move while I get my prayers answered. Now all the sin has been purged from my lips thanks to yours
Saints don't act first, although they may respond to prayers.
Act 1 Scene 5
A sin from my lips? Oh what a sweetly suggested trespass! Give it back to me.
Then that sin has passed from your lips to mine.You kiss by the book.
Good worshipper, you're too harsh on your own hand, as it shows a perfectly polite devotion by holding mine. After all, pilgrims touch the hands of saints, and the hands kiss when their palms are brought together.Yes, pilgrim, lips that they should use for prayer.
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