2.2 Flashcards
Romeo: (Monologue) …O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek
Ay me!
Romeo: When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of air
O, Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou 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?
Tis but thy name that is my enemy; What’s Montague? It is not hand, nor foot, not 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 call’d, 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: Henceforth I never will be Romeo
What man art thou that this bescreen’d in night So stumblest on my counsel?
Romeo: Because it is an enemy to thee; Had I it written, I would tear the word.
My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue’s utterance, yet I know the sound: Art thou not Romeo and a Montague
Romeo: Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike
How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, if any of my kinsmen find thee here
Romeo: Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me
If they do see thee, they will murder thee
Romeo: And I am proof against their enmity
I would not for the world they saw thee here
Romeo: Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love
By whose directions found’st thou out this place?
Romeo: I would adventure for such merchandise
Thou know’st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain, deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say “Ay”, And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear’st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers perjuries Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, if thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think’s I am too quickly won, I’ll frown and be perverse an say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayst think my ‘havior light: But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard’st, ere was I ware, My true love’s passion: therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, which the dark night hath so discovered
Romeo: That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—
O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable
Romeo: What shall I swear by?
Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I’ll believe in thee
Romeo: If my heart’s dear love—
Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract tonight: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say ‘It lightens’. Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
Romeo: O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
Romeo: The exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine
I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet i would it were to give again
