A4 S1 Flashcards
Happily met, my lady and my wife.
That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
That ‘may be’ must be, love, on Thursday next.
What must be, shall be.
Come you to make confession to this father?
To answer to that, I should confess to you.
Do not deny to him that you love me.
I will confess to you that I love him.
So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.
Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.
The tears have got small victory by that,
For it was bad enough before their spite.
Thou wrong’st it more than tears with that report.
That is no slander, sir, which is a truth,
And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
Thy face is mine, and thou hast slandered it.
That may be true, sir, for it is not mine own.
Are you at leisure, Holy Father, now,
Or shall I come to you at evening mass?
God shield I should disturb devotion!
Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye.
Till then, adieu, and keep this holy kiss.
O comfort me, past hope, past cure, past help!
O Juliet, I already know thy grief;
Tell me how I may prevent it!
If in thy wisdom thou cans’t give no help,
Do thou but call my resolution wise,
And with this knife, I’ll help it presently.
God joined my heart with Romeo’s, thou our hands;
And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo’s sealed,
Shall be the label to another deed,
Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
Turn to another, this shall slay them both!
Therefore be not so long to speak! I long to die
If what thou speaks’t speak not of remedy.
Hold, daughter, I do spy a kind of hope,
Which craves as desperate an execution
As that is desperate which we would prevent.
If rather than to marry County Paris
Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,
Then is it likely thou wilt undertake
A thing like death to chide away this shame,
That copest with death himself to scape from it;
And if thou darest, I’ll give thee remedy.
O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
From off the battlements of any tower,
Or walk in thievish ways, or bid me lurk
Where serpents are. Chain me with roaring bears,
-Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble-
And I’ll do it without fear or doubt,
To live an unstained wife to my sweet love.
…… And he and I
Will watch thy waking, and that very night
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
And this shall free thee from this present shame,
If no inconstant toy nor womanish fear
Abate thy valor in the acting it.
Give me, give me! Or tell me not of fear!
