Scene 5.1 Flashcards
Alex F: If I may trust the flattering… That I revived and was an emperor. {I enter} News from Verona? … How doth my Juliet? That I ask again, For nothing can be ill if she be well.
Then she is well and nothing can be ill: Her body sleeps in the capels monument, and her immortal part with angels lives. I saw her laid low in her kindred’s vault, and presently took post to tell it you. O pardon me for bringing these ill news, Since you did leave it for my office, sir.
Alex F: Is it e’en so? then I defy you, stars! Thou knowest my lodging, get me ink and paper, and hire post-horses; I will hence tonight.
I do beseech you sir, have patience: Your looks are pale and wild, and do import some misadventure.
Alex F: Tush, thou art deceived. Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do. Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?
No, my good lord.
No matter, get thee gone, and hire those horses; I’ll be with ye straight.
{I exit}