Act 1 comic strip-Emily Kaempf
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- I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword / Or manage it to part these men with me.
- What drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, / As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: / Have at thee coward!
- On pain of torture, from those bloody hands / Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground.
- Younger than she are happy mothers made.
- But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
- Woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart; / My will to her consent is but a part.
- She hath not seen the change of fourteen years: / let two more summers wither in their pride / Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride
- It is an honour that I dream not of.
- Tell me, daughter Juliet, / How stands your disposition to be married?
- The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
- A man, young lady! lady, such a man / As all the world - why, he's a man of wax.
- I dreamt a dream to-night.
- In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
- Well, what was yours?
- I fear, too early: for my mind misgives / Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, / Shall bitterly begin this fearful date / With this night's revels, and expire the term / Of a despised life closed in my breast / By some vile forfeit of untimely death
- This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves; / Supper is done and we should come too late.
- O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
- That dreamers often lie.
- And so did I.
- Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe; / A villain, that is hither come in spite, / To scorn at our solemnity this night.
- Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone.
- O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; / They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
- Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. / Thus from my lips by thine my sin is purged.
- They kiss...
- Saints do not move. though grant for prayers' sake.
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