A3 S5

Question 1

A3 S5

Answer 1

Wilt thou be gone so. It is not yet near day.
It was the nightingale, and not the lark
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.
Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree.
Believe me love, it was the nightingale.

Question 2

It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east.
Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Answer 2

Yon light is not daylight. I know it, I.
It is some meteor that the sun exhaled,
To be to thee this night a torchbearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua.
Therefore stay yet. Thou needs't not be gone.

Question 3

Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death;
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
I have more care to stay than will to go.
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
How is’t, my soul? Let’s talk; it is not day.

Answer 3

It is, it is! Hie hence, be gone, away!
It is the lark that sings.
O, now, be gone! More light and light it grows!

Question 4

Madam!

Answer 4

Nurse?

Question 5

Your lady mother is coming to your chamber.

The day is broke; be wary, look about.

Answer 5

Then let day in, and let life out!

Question 6

Farewell, farewell, one kiss, and I’ll descend.

Answer 6

Art thou gone so? Lord, love, ay, husband, friend!
I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
For in a minute there are many days.
O, by this count I shall be much in years
Ere I again behold my Romeo!

Question 7

Farewell!

Answer 7

O thinks’t thou we shall ever meet again?

Question 8

I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve

For sweet discourses in our time to come.

Answer 8

O God, I have an ill-divining soul!
Methinks I see thee, now thou art below,
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb.
Either my eyesight fails, or thou looks’t pale.

Question 9

And trust me, love, in my eye so do you.

Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!

Answer 9

O Fortune, Fortune! All men call the fickle.
If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
That is renowned for faith? Be fickle, Fortune,
For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back!

Question 10

Ho, daughter! Are you up?

Why, how now, Juliet!

Answer 10

Madam, I am not well.

Question 11

Evermore weeping for your cousin’s death?
What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;
Therefore, have done. Some grief shows much of love,
But much of grief shows still some want of wit.

Answer 11

Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.

Question 12

So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend

Which you weep for.

Answer 12

Feeling so the loss,

I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.

Question 13

Well, girl, thou weep’st not so much for his death,

As that the villain lives which slaughtered him.

Answer 13

What villain?

Question 14

That same villain Romeo.

Answer 14

God pardon him, I do with all my heart.

And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.

Question 15

That is, because the traitor murderer lives.
We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not.
Then weep no more.

Answer 15

Indeed, I shall never be satisfied
With Romeo till I behold him....dead...
Is my poor heart for such a kinsman vexed.
O how my heart abhors
To hear him named and cannot come to him
To wreak the love I bore my cousin
Upon the body that hath slaughtered him

Question 16

But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.

Answer 16

And joy comes well in such a needy time.

What are they, I beseech your ladyship?

Question 17

Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;
One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,
That thou expects not, nor I looked not for.

Answer 17

Madam, in happy time! What day is that?

Question 18

Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn
The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
The County Paris, at Saint Peter’s Church,
Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.

Answer 18

Now, by Saint Peter’s Church and Peter too,
He shall not make me there a joyful bride!
I wonder at this haste, that I must be wed
Ere he that should be husband comes to woo!
I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
I will not marry yet. And, when I do, I swear,
It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!

Question 19

Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife.
How, will she none? Doth she not give us thanks?
Is she not proud? Doth she not count her blest,
Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?

Answer 19

Not proud you have, but thankful that you have.
Proud can I never be of what I hate.
But thankful even for hate that is meant love.

Question 20

Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds;
But fettle your fine joints ‘gainst Thursday next,
To go with Paris to Saint Peter’s Church,
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.

Fie, fie. What, are you mad?

Answer 20

Good father, I beseech you on my knees,

Hear me with patience but to speak a word.

Question 21

Look to’t, think on’t, I do not use to jest.
Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise.
An you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend;
An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,
For by my soul, I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee,
Nor what is mine shall never do thee good.
Trust to’t, bethink you; I’ll not be forsworn.

Answer 21

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds
That can see into the bottom of my grief?
O, sweet my mother, cast me not away!
Delay this marriage for a month! A week!
Or if you do not, make the bridal bed
In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.

Question 22

Talk not to me, for I’ll not speak a word.

Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.

Answer 22

O God! O Nurse, how shall this be prevented.
Comfort me, counsel me!
What says’t thou. Hast thou not a word of joy?
Some comfort, Nurse.

Question 23

Faith, here it is.
Romeo is banishèd; and all the world to nothing
That he dares ne’er come back to challenge you;
Or if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
I think it best you married with the County.
O, he’s a lovely gentleman!
Romeo’s a dish-clout to him. An eagle, madam,
Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye
As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
I think you are happy in this second match,
For it excels your first. Or if it did not,
Your first is dead; or ‘twere as good he were,
As living here, and you no use of him.

Answer 23

Speakest thou from the heart?

Question 24

And from my soul too, else beshrew them both.

Answer 24

Amen.

Question 25

What?

Answer 25

Well, thou has comforted me marvellous much.
Go in and tell my lady I am gone,
Having displeased my father, to Lawrence’s cell,
To make confession and to be absolved.

Question 26

Marry, I will, and this is wisely done.

Answer 26

Ancient damnation! O, most wicked fiend!
Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn
Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
That she hath praised him with above compare
So many thousands times? Go, counselor.
Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
I’ll to the Friar to know his remedy.
If all else fails, myself have power to die.