Juliet: Act 4, Scene 1 "Paris; Father Laurence" Flashcards

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Paris:
Happily met, my lady and my wife!

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Juliet:
That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.

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Paris:
That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.

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Juliet:
What must be shall be.

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Paris:
Come you to make confession to this father?

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Juliet:
To answer that, I should confess to you.

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Paris:
Do not deny to him that you love me.

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Juliet:
I will confess to you that I love him.

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Paris:
So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.

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Juliet:
If I do so, it will be of more price being spoke behind your back, than to your face.

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Paris:
Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.

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Juliet:
The tears have got small victory by that;
For it was bad enough before their spite.

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Paris:
Thou wrong’st it, more than tears, with that report.

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Juliet:
That is no slander, sir, which is a truth;
And what I spake, I spake it to my face.

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Paris:
Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander’d it.

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Juliet:
It may be so, for it is not mine own.
Are you at leisure, holy father, now;
Or shall I come to you at evening mass?

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Paris:
God shield I should disturb devotion!
Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye:
Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.
(EXIT)

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Juliet:
O shut the door! and when thou hast done so,
Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!

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Friar Laurence:
Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;
It strains me past the compass of my wits:
I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,
On Thursday next be married to this county.

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Juliet:
Tell me not, friar, that thou hear’st of this,
Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:
If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,
Do thou but call my resolution wise,
And with this knife I’ll help it presently.
God join’d my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands;
And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal’d,
Shall be the label to another deed,
Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
Turn to another, this shall slay them both:
Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time,
Give me some present counsel, or, behold,
‘Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that
Which the commission of thy years and art
Could to no issue of true honour bring.
Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
If what thou speak’st speak not of remedy.

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Friar Laurence:
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.

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Juliet:
O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
From off the battlements of yonder tower;
Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;
Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
O’er-cover’d quite with dead men’s rattling bones,
With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;
Or bid me go into a new-made grave
And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;
And I will do it without fear or doubt,
To live an unstain’d wife to my sweet love.

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Friar Laurence:
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,
And hither shall he come: 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 valour in the acting it.

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Juliet:
Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!

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Friar Laurence:
Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous
In this resolve: I’ll send a friar with speed
To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.

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Juliet:
Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.
Farewell, dear father!

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