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    Romeo and Juliet: "Tempt not a desperate man"
    Romeo and Juliet: "Tempt not a desperate man"
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    The life of William Shakespeare, arguably the most significant figure in the Western literary canon, is relatively unknown. Shakespeare was born in Stratford-upon-Avon in 1565, possibly on the 23rd April, St. George’s Day, and baptised there on 26th April. Little is known of his education and the first firm facts to his life relate to his marriage, aged 18, to Anne Hathaway, who was 26 and from the nearby village of Shottery. Anne gave birth to their first son six months later. Shakespeare’s first play, The Comedy of Errors began a procession of real heavyweights that were to emanate from his pen in a career of just over twenty years in which 37 plays were written and his reputation forever established. This early skill was recognised by many and by 1594 the Lord Chamberlain’s Men were performing his works. With the advantage of Shakespeare’s progressive writing they rapidly became London’s leading company of players, affording him more exposure and, following the death of Queen Elizabeth in 1603, a royal patent by the new king, James I, at which point they changed their name to the King’s Men. By 1598, and despite efforts to pirate his work, Shakespeare’s name was well known and had become a selling point in its own right on title pages. No plays are attributed to Shakespeare after 1613, and the last few plays he wrote before this time were in collaboration with other writers, one of whom is likely to be John Fletcher who succeeded him as the house playwright for the King’s Men. William Shakespeare died two months later on April 23rd, 1616, survived by his wife, two daughters and a legacy of writing that none have since yet eclipsed.

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      Romeo and Juliet - Willam Shakespeare

      Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

      The life of William Shakespeare, arguably the most significant figure in the Western literary canon, is relatively unknown.   

      Shakespeare was born in Stratford-upon-Avon in 1565, possibly on the 23rd April, St. George’s Day, and baptised there on 26th April.

      Little is known of his education and the first firm facts to his life relate to his marriage, aged 18, to Anne Hathaway, who was 26 and from the nearby village of Shottery.  Anne gave birth to their first son six months later.

      Shakespeare’s first play, The Comedy of Errors began a procession of real heavyweights that were to emanate from his pen in a career of just over twenty years in which 37 plays were written and his reputation forever established.

      This early skill was recognised by many and by 1594 the Lord Chamberlain’s Men were performing his works.  With the advantage of Shakespeare’s progressive writing they rapidly became London’s leading company of players, affording him more exposure and, following the death of Queen Elizabeth in 1603, a royal patent by the new king, James I, at which point they changed their name to the King’s Men. 

      By 1598, and despite efforts to pirate his work, Shakespeare’s name was well known and had become a selling point in its own right on title pages.

      No plays are attributed to Shakespeare after 1613, and the last few plays he wrote before this time were in collaboration with other writers, one of whom is likely to be John Fletcher who succeeded him as the house playwright for the King’s Men.

      William Shakespeare died two months later on April 23rd, 1616, survived by his wife, two daughters and a legacy of writing that none have since yet eclipsed.

      Index of Contents

      ACT I

      DRAMATIS PERSONAE

      Prologue

      Scene I - Verona. A Public Place.

      Scene II - A Street.

      Scene III - A Room in Capulet's House.

      Scene IV - A Street.

      Scene V - A Hall in Capulet's House.

      ACT II

      Prologue

      Scene I - A Lane by the Wall of Capulet's Orchard.

      Scene II - Capulet's Orchard.

      Scene III - Friar Laurence's Cell.

      Scene IV - A Street.

      Scene V - Capulet's Orchard.

      Scene VI - Friar Laurence's Cell.

      ACT III

      Scene I - A Public Place.

      Scene II - Capulet's Orchard.

      Scene III - Friar Laurence's Cell.

      Scene IV - A Room in Capulet's House.

      Scene V - Capulet's Orchard.

      ACT IV

      Scene I - Friar Laurence's Cell.

      Scene II - Hall in Capulet's House.

      Scene III - Juliet's Chamber.

      Scene IV - Hall in Capulet's House.

      Scene V - Juliet's Chamber.

      ACT V

      Scene I - Mantua. A Street.

      Scene II - Friar Laurence's Cell.

      Scene III - A Churchyard; In it a Tomb Belonging to the Capulets.

      William Shakespeare – A Short Biography

      William Shakespeare – A Concise Bibliography

      Shakespeare; or, the Poet by Ralph Waldo Emerson

      William Shakespeare – A Tribute in Verse

      DRAMATIS PERSONAE

      ESCALUS, Prince of Verona

      PARIS, a young Nobleman, Kinsman to the Prince

      MONTAGUE & CAPULET, Heads of two Houses at variance with each other

      LADY CAPULET, Wife to Capulet

      JULIET, Daughter to Capulet

      LADY MONTAGUE, Wife to Montague

      Uncle to Capulet

      ROMEO, son to Montague

      MERCUTIO, Kinsman to the Prince, & BENVOLIO, Nephew to Montague, Friends to Romeo

      TYBALT, Nephew to Lady Capulet

      NURSE to Juliet

      FRIAR LAURENCE, a Franciscan

      FRIAR JOHN, of the same Order

      BALTHASAR, Servant to Romeo

      SAMPSON, & GREGORY, Servants to Capulet

      PETER, Servant to Juliet’s Nurse

      ABRAHAM, Servant to Montague

      An APOTHECARY

      Three Musicians

      Page to Mercutio; Page to Paris; another Page; an Officer

      Citizens of Verona; male and female Kinsfolk to both Houses; Masquers, Guards, Watchmen and Attendants

      Chorus

      SCENE—Verona: Once (in the Fifth Act), at Mantua.

      ACT I

      PROLOGUE

      Two households, both alike in dignity,

      In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,

      From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

      Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

      From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

      A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;

      Whose misadventured piteous overthrows

      Do with their death bury their parents' strife.

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

      And the continuance of their parents' rage,

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

      Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;

      The which if you with patient ears attend,

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

      SCENE I. Verona. A Public Place.

      Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers

      SAMPSON

      Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.

      GREGORY

      No, for then we should be colliers.

      SAMPSON

      I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.

      GREGORY

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

      SAMPSON

      I strike quickly, being moved.

      GREGORY

      But thou art not quickly moved to strike.

      SAMPSON

      A dog of the house of Montague moves me.

      GREGORY

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

      SAMPSON

      A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.

      GREGORY

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

      SAMPSON

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

      GREGORY

      The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.

      SAMPSON

      'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the

      maids, and cut off their heads.

      GREGORY

      The heads of the maids?

      SAMPSON

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

      GREGORY

      They must take it in sense that feel it.

      SAMPSON

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

      GREGORY

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

      SAMPSON

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

      GREGORY

      How! turn thy back and run?

      SAMPSON

      Fear me not.

      GREGORY

      No, marry; I fear thee!

      SAMPSON

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

      GREGORY

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

      they list.

      SAMPSON

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

      Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR

      ABRAHAM

      Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

      SAMPSON

      I do bite my thumb, sir.

      ABRAHAM

      Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

      SAMPSON

      [Aside to GREGORY] Is the law of our side, if I say ay?

      GREGORY

      No.

      SAMPSON

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

      GREGORY

      Do you quarrel, sir?

      ABRAHAM

      Quarrel sir! no, sir.

      SAMPSON

      If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.

      ABRAHAM

      No better.

      SAMPSON

      Well, sir.

      GREGORY

      Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen.

      SAMPSON

      Yes, better, sir.

      ABRAHAM

      You lie.

      SAMPSON

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

      They fight

      Enter BENVOLIO

      BENVOLIO

      Part, fools!

      Put up your swords; you know not what you do.

      Beats down their swords

      Enter TYBALT

      TYBALT

      What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?

      Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.

      BENVOLIO

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

      Or manage it to part these men with me.

      TYBALT

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

      As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:

      Have at thee, coward!

      They fight

      Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter CITIZENS, with clubs

      FIRST CITIZEN

      Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!

      Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!

      Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY CAPULET

      CAPULET

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

      LADY CAPULET

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

      CAPULET

      My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,

      And flourishes his blade in spite of me.

      Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE

      MONTAGUE

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

      LADY MONTAGUE

      Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.

      Enter PRINCE, with Attendants

      PRINCE

      Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,

      Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,—

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

      That quench the fire of your pernicious rage

      With purple fountains issuing from your veins,

      On pain of torture, from those bloody hands

      Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,

      And hear the sentence of your moved prince.

      Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,

      By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,

      Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,

      And made Verona's ancient citizens

      Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,

      To wield old partisans, in hands as old,

      Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:

      If ever you disturb our streets again,

      Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.

      For this time, all the rest depart away:

      You Capulet; shall go along with me:

      And, Montague, come you this afternoon,

      To know our further pleasure in this case,

      To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.

      Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.

      Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO

      MONTAGUE

      Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?

      Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?

      BENVOLIO

      Here were the servants of your adversary,

      And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:

      I drew to part them: in the instant came

      The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared,

      Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,

      He swung about his head and cut the winds,

      Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:

      While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,

      Came more and more and fought on part and part,

      Till the prince came, who parted either part.

      LADY MONTAGUE

      O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?

      Right glad I am he was not at this fray.

      BENVOLIO

      Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun

      Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,

      A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;

      Where, underneath the grove of sycamore

      That westward rooteth from the city's side,

      So early walking did I see your son:

      Towards him I made, but he was ware of me

      And stole into the covert of the wood:

      I, measuring his affections by my own,

      That most are busied when they're most alone,

      Pursued my humour not pursuing his,

      And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.

      MONTAGUE

      Many a morning hath he there been seen,

      With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.

      Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;

      But all so soon as the all-cheering sun

      Should in the furthest east begin to draw

      The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,

      Away from the light steals home my heavy son,

      And private in his chamber pens himself,

      Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out

      And makes himself an artificial night:

      Black and portentous must this humour prove,

      Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

      BENVOLIO

      My noble uncle, do you know the cause?

      MONTAGUE

      I neither know it nor can learn of him.

      BENVOLIO

      Have you importuned him by any means?

      MONTAGUE

      Both by myself and many other friends:

      But he, his own affections' counsellor,

      Is to himself—I will not say how true—

      But to himself so secret and so close,

      So far from sounding and discovery,

      As is the bud bit with an envious worm,

      Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,

      Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.

      Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow.

      We would as willingly give cure as know.

      Enter ROMEO

      BENVOLIO

      See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;

      I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.

      MONTAGUE

      I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,

      To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.

      Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE

      BENVOLIO

      Good-morrow, cousin.

      ROMEO

      Is the day so young?

      BENVOLIO

      But new struck nine.

      ROMEO

      Ay me! sad hours seem long.

      Was that my father that went hence so fast?

      BENVOLIO

      It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?

      ROMEO

      Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

      BENVOLIO

      In love?

      ROMEO

      Out—

      BENVOLIO

      Of love?

      ROMEO

      Out of her favour, where I am in love.

      BENVOLIO

      Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,

      Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!

      ROMEO

      Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,

      Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!

      Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?

      Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.

      Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.

      Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!

      O any thing, of nothing first create!

      O heavy lightness! serious vanity!

      Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!

      Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!

      Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!

      This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

      Dost thou not laugh?

      BENVOLIO

      No, coz, I rather weep.

      ROMEO

      Good heart, at what?

      BENVOLIO

      At thy good heart's oppression.

      ROMEO

      Why, such is love's transgression.

      Griefs of

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