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| lil_bill06 (profile) wrote, on 4-4-2003 at 9:38pm | |
| Current mood: creative Music: Arials by System of a down Subject: Romeo and Juliet |
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| Romeo & Juliet By William Shakespeare Romeo: He jests at scars that never felt a wound. But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Juliet is the sun! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou her maid are far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady; O, it is my love! O that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold; 'tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars As daylight doth a lamp; here eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See how she leans her cheek upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! Juliet: Ay me! Romeo: She speaks. O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air. Juliet: O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore thou art Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Romeo: Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? Juliet: 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy. Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself. Romeo: I take thee at thy word. Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. |
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jim9nin | 04-04-03 9:46pm what's that all for??? |
cowsgomoo!!! | 04-04-03 10:10pm all romeo and juliet books deseve to be burt!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
lil_bill06 | Re:, 04-04-03 10:13pm no
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Atman | 04-05-03 1:00am Hmmm...maybe chicks DO dig the romantic stuff. I'm still sticking with taking them in a field with stars is the way to go.
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