British Library copies of Romeo and Juliet contains detailed bibliographic descriptions of all the quarto copies of the play. Shakespeare may have known the story of Romeo and Juliet in several versions for some years before he wrote his play.
Two sources were particularly important for its creation. Romeo and Juliet is set in Verona, where a feud between the Montague and Capulet families often leads to violence. Romeo and Juliet, the story. British Library, Huth.
Larger image. Act 1 Young men belonging to the feuding families fight in the streets, but are stopped by the Prince of Verona. Lord and Lady Capulet consider a possible marriage between their only daughter Juliet and the County Paris. They hold a banquet at their house at which the two are to be introduced.
Romeo, the only son of Lord and Lady Montague, attends the banquet with his friends in disguise. Romeo and Juliet meet and immediately fall in love. They reveal their mutual love and decide to marry. The next day they meet at the cell of Friar Laurence, and he marries them. Exercise 3. What is Romeo and Juliet about? What kind of relationship do the Montagues and the Capulets have?
How does Shakespeare himself describe the two lovers? What was one source of inspiration for Romeo and Juliet? Exercise 4. Language Practice. Determine which of the following definitions is correct for the words given.
Exercise 5. Unlock his language using the same techniques our actors use in rehearsals. Dates Romeo and Juliet was first printed in a so-called pirated edition in Discover now.
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Find out more about how we use cookies and your options to change your acceptance of cookies. What, Juliet! Or shall we on without a apology? BENVOLIO The date is out of such prolixity: We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf, Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper; Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke After the prompter, for our entrance: But let them measure us by what they will; We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.
Give me a case to put my visage in: A visor for a visor! Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me. ROMEO A torch for me: let wantons light of heart Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels, For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase; I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.
The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done. Come, we burn daylight, ho! Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits Five times in that ere once in our five wits. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep; Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, The traces of the smallest spider's web, The collars of the moonshine's watery beams, Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film, Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat, Not so big as a round little worm Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight, O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees, O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, Then dreams, he of another benefice: Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.
This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night, And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs, Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes: This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That presses them and learns them first to bear, Making them women of good carriage: This is she-- ROMEO Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!
Thou talk'st of nothing. MERCUTIO True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
ROMEO I fear, too early: for my mind misgives Some consequence yet hanging in the stars Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels and expire the term Of a despised life closed in my breast By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
But He, that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen. Musicians waiting. He shift a trencher? Second Servant When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing. First Servant Away with the joint-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.
Antony, and Potpan! Second Servant Ay, boy, ready. First Servant You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the great chamber. Second Servant We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.
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