Romeo and Juliet - English Term 3 Assessment task
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- 2. Come, come, thou art as hot a jackin thy mood as any in Italy; and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved
- 1. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire.The day is hot, the Capels are abroad,And if we meet we shall not ’scape a brawl.3. By my head, here come the capulets
- 3. We talk here in the public haunt of men.Either withdraw unto some private place, Or reason coldly of your grievances, Or else depart.Here all eyes gaze on us.
- 2. And but one word with one of us?Couple it with something;make it a word and a blow.
- 1. Gentlemen, good e’en. A word with one of you.
- 3. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love theeDoth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting. Villain am I none.Therefore farewell; I see thou knowest me not.
- 1. But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery.Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower;Your worship, in that sense, may call him 'man.'
- 2. Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford, No better term than this: thou art a villain.
- 3. Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine livesthat I mean to make bold withal, and, as you shall useme hereafter, dry beat the rest of the eight. Will youpluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Makehaste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.
- 2. I do protest I never injured thee,But love thee better than thou canst deviseTill thou shalt know the reason of my love.And so, good Capulet — which name I tenderAs dearly as mine own — be satisfied.
- 1. Boy, this shall not excuse the injurieshat thou hast done me. Therefore turn and draw.
- 2. Draw, Benvolio, beat down their weapons.Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage!Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hathForbid this bandying in Verona streets.Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!
- 1. i am for you
- 2. What, art thou hurt?
- I am hurt.A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone, and hath nothing?
- This gentleman, the prince's near ally,My very friend, hath got his mortal hurtIn my behalf; my reputation stainedWith Tybalt's slander, — Tybalt, that an hourHath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet,Thy beauty hath made me effeminateAnd, in my temper, softened valor's steel!
- 2. This day's black fate on more days doth depend;This but begins the woe others must end.
- 1. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
- 2. Thou wretched boy, that didst consort him here, Shalt with him hence
- 1. Staying for thine to keep him company.Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.V
- 3. This shall determine that.
- 2. Which way ran he that killed Mercutio?Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?
- 3. O, I am fortune's fool!
- 1. Romeo, away, be gone!The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.Stand not amazed. The prince will doom thee deathIf thou art taken. Hence, be gone, away!
- 3. Tybalt, my cousin, O my brother's child!O prince, O cousin, husband, O, the blood is spilledOf my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,For blood of ours shed blood of Montague.O cousin, cousin!
- 1. Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
- 2. O noble prince, I can discover allThe unlucky manage of this fatal brawl.There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
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