Wednesday, October 18, 2006
OOGIES. I AM GOING TO TYPE LIT QUOTES HERE AS A FORM OF REVISION. RNJ IS BANGLA. YEA.
PROLOGUE
>from forth the fatal loins of these two foes/ a pair of star-crossed lovers take their life
>the fearful passage of their death-marked love/ and the continuance of their parents' strife
ACT 1 SCENE 1
>thrust to the walls
>i will cut off their (maiden)heads
>i will bite my thumb at/ them, which is disgrace to them if they bear it
>but if you do, sir, i am for you. i serve as good a/ man as you.
>draw if you be men
>i do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword,
>what, drawn and talk of peace? I hate the word,/ As i hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.
>What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!
>rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,/ profaners of this neighbour-stained steel
>throw down your mistempered weapons
>if ever you shall disturb our streets again,/ your lives shall pay the forfeit of this peace
>what sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? [GOD I DONT FRRIGGIN CARE]
>this love feel i, that feel no love in this
>tut i have lost myself, i am not here./ This is not Romeo, he is some other where.
>oh teach me how i should forget to think/ By giving liberty unto thine eyes
>He that is strucken blind cannot forget/ The precious treasure of his eyesight lost
>i'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.
ACT 1 SCENE 2
>i pray sir, can you read?
>and i will make thee think thy swan a crow
>one fairer than my love? the all-seeing sun/ ne'er saw her match since the world first begun
>i'll go along
ACT 1 SCENE 3
>madam, i am here. what is your will?
>This is the matter- Nurse, give leave awhile,/ we must talk in secret. Nurse, come back again.
>i'll look to like, if looking liking move./ But no more deep will i endart mine eye/ than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
ACT 1 SCENE 5
>oh doth she teach the torches to burn bright./ it seems she hangs upon the cheek of night/ a rich jewel in an ethiop's ear/ beauty too good for use, for earth too dear./ so shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
>did my heart love till now? foswear it sight/ for i ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
>young romeo
>he bears himself like a portly gentlemen/ and to say truth, verona brags of him/ to be a virtuous and well-governed youth
>i will not for the wealth of all this town/ in my house do him disparagement
>i'll not endure him
>good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,/ which mannerly devotion shows in this;/ and saint have hands that pilgrims hands do touch,/ and palm to palm is holy palmer's kiss.
>oh dear account, my life is in my foe's debt
>prodigious birth of love it is to me
ACT 2 SCENE 2
> and i'll no longer be a capulet
>what's a montague? it is nor hand nor foot,/ nor arm nor face, nor any other part/ belonging to a man. oh be some other name.
>what's in a name? that which we call a rose/ by any other rose would smell as sweet
>with love's light wings did i o'er perch these walls,/ for stony limits cannot hold love out,/ and what love can do that dares love attempt,/ therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me." [LOL CELENE. ROMEO ROCKS SAY. OUR LIT PT GROUP ROCKS TOO! <3>
>lady, by the yonder blessed moon i vow
>oh swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon
>what shall i swear by?
>or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self
>it is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden,/ too like the lightning
>my bounty is as boundless as the sea,/ my love as deep; the more i give to thee,/ the mroe i have, for both are infinite. [LOL FOUZA. WOOTS. so CHEEEEESEEEE.]
>if that thy bent of love be honourable,/ thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow.
>and all my fortunes at thy foot i'll lay,/ and follow thee my lord around the world.
ACT 2 SCENE 3
>young men's love then lies/ not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
>women may fall, when there's no strength in men
>for this alliance may so happy prove,/ to turn your households' rancour to pure love
>wisely and slow. They stumble/ that run fast.
ACT 2 SCENE 6
>then love-devouring death do what he dares/ it is enough i may but call her mine
ACT 3 SCENE 1
>we shall not scrape a brawl
>you shall find me apt enough to do that sir, an you/ give me occasion
>either withdraw into some private place,/ and reason coldly of your grievances
>Tybalt, the reason that i have to love thee/ doth much excuse the apertaining rage
>and in my temper softened valour's steel
>mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill
SCREW DAMNIT. i shall post pictures to relieve me of stress (:
SOMEONE IS TRYING TO STUDY MALAY XIA. VOONEE YOU LAST MINUTER. (:
i am dyingg here. i wanna cryy. ):
STANDING ON THE ROOFTOPS EVERYBODY SCREAM YOUR HEART OUT.
STANDING ON THE ROOFTOPS EVERYBODY SCREAM YOUR HEAR OUT.
STANDING ON THE ROFOTOPS EVERYBODY SCREAM YOUR HEART OUT.
THIS IS ALL WE GOT NOW EVERBODY SCREAM YOUR HEART OUT.
):
scream, even though nobody's going to hear;
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