Comparison of William Shakespeare Romeo and Juliet 5.1 to William Shakespeare

And with such coz’nage — is’t not perfect conscience [continues next]

[continues previous] Thrown out his angle for my proper life,

[continues previous] And with such coz’nage — is’t not perfect conscience

Yea, marry, dost thou hear, Balthasar? I pray thee get us some excellent music; for tomorrow night we would have it at the Lady Hero’s chamber-window. [continues next]

[continues previous] Yea, marry, dost thou hear, Balthasar? I pray thee get us some excellent music; for tomorrow night we would have it at the Lady Hero’s chamber-window.

Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?

Then she is well and nothing can be ill: [continues next]

[continues previous] For nothing can be ill if she be well.

Death nor the marble prison my love sleeps in Shall keep her body locked up from mine arms; I must not be so cozened; though her life [continues next]

[continues previous] Death nor the marble prison my love sleeps in Shall keep her body locked up from mine arms; I must not be so cozened; though her life

Came I to take her from her kindred’s vault,

Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,

I rode on. ’Tis yours, because you lik’d it. [continues next]

O, I beseech you pardon me, my lord, in that. [continues next]

But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio.

[continues previous] O, I beseech you pardon me, my lord, in that.

Citing my worthless praise. O, pardon me,

For when no friends are by, men praise themselves.

Is it e’en so? Why then I thank you all.

Art thou there, Lodowick? Give me ink and paper. [continues next]

Hast thou pen, ink, and paper ready, Lodowick?

Ready, my liege.

Bid Nestor bring me spices, ink and paper, [continues next]

My casket and my jewels; and bid Nicander [continues next]

Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper. As I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for’t. [continues next]

By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink, paper, and light; and convey what I will set down to my lady. It shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did. [continues next]

Nay, I’ll ne’er believe a madman till I see his brains. I will fetch you light and paper and ink. [continues next]

Give me some ink and paper in my tent;

Give me some ink and paper.

Set it down. Is ink and paper ready?

Go get me hither paper, ink, and pen,

Shall die a beggar. Ink and paper, Charmian.

Welcome, my good Alexas. Did I, Charmian,

Get me ink and paper. [continues next]

[continues previous] Art thou there, Lodowick? Give me ink and paper.

[continues previous] I will, my liege.

Whither I am going. I do beseech you, sir, [continues next]

For I did dream of money-bags tonight. [continues next]

I beseech you, sir, go. My young master doth expect your reproach. [continues next]

[continues previous] Bid Nestor bring me spices, ink and paper,

[continues previous] My casket and my jewels; and bid Nicander

[continues previous] Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper. As I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for’t.

[continues previous] By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink, paper, and light; and convey what I will set down to my lady. It shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter did.

[continues previous] Nay, I’ll ne’er believe a madman till I see his brains. I will fetch you light and paper and ink.

[continues previous] Get me ink and paper.

Sister, it is not little I have to say of what most nearly appertains to us both. I think our father will hence tonight.

Some two months progress. Whither, whither, sir,

I do beseech you? Good heav’ns, I lose all patience.

[continues previous] Whither I am going. I do beseech you, sir,

[continues previous] I beseech you, sir, go. My young master doth expect your reproach.

You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately [continues next]

No, good sweet sir; no, I beseech you, sir. I have a kinsman not past three quarters of a mile hence, unto whom I was going. I shall there have money, or any thing I want, Offer me no money, I pray you, that kills my heart.

I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself no further.

[continues previous] You are well-favored, and your looks foreshow

... for puddings he hath stol’n, otherwise he had been executed; I have stood on the pillory for geese he hath kill’d, otherwise he had suffer’d for’t. Thou think’st not of this now. Nay, I remember the trick you serv’d me, when I took my leave of Madam Silvia. Did not I bid thee still mark me, and do as I do? When didst thou see me heave up my leg and make water against a gentlewoman’s farthingale? Didst thou ever see me do such a trick?

Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?

So tell the cap’ring boy, and get thee gone. [continues next]

Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. [continues next]

Then get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself, [continues next]

Envenom him with words, or get thee gone, [continues next]

I do not think so; since he went into France I have been in continual practice. I shall win at the odds. Thou wouldst not think how ill all’s here about my heart — but it is no matter.

Nay, good my lord —

So get thee gone, good night. Mine eyes do itch;

I prithee beat thy drum and get thee gone. [continues next]

[continues previous] So tell the cap’ring boy, and get thee gone.

[continues previous] Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.

I will be with thee straight. Follow me then [continues next]

[continues previous] Then get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself,

[continues previous] And leave those woes alone, which I alone

Madam, the guests are come, supper serv’d up, you call’d, my young lady ask’d for, the nurse curs’d in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech you follow straight. [continues next]

We follow thee. Juliet, the County stays. [continues next]

[continues previous] I prithee beat thy drum and get thee gone.

[continues previous] I will be with thee straight. Follow me then

[continues previous] We follow thee. Juliet, the County stays.

What, are you up here, ho? Speak!

For forty ducats is too much to lose.

Like friends long lost. Triple-turn’d whore! ’Tis thou

Hast sold me to this novice, and my heart

For I must use thee. O my gentle cousin,