(In fair Verona, where all of us lay each of our scene)
From historic grudge break to new mutiny
Where municipal blood makes civil hands unclean.
From out the fatal loins of these two foes
A couple of star-cross’d lovers take all their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their fatality bury all their parents’ conflict, disturbance, fighting, turmoil.
The fearful passage of their death-marked love
And the continuation of their parents’ rage
Which, however children’s end, naught can remove
Is now both the hours’ visitors of our level;
The which if you with patient ears show up at
What here shall miss, each of our toil shall strive to repair.
A lot of consequence yet hanging inside the stars
Shall bitterly begin his fearful time
With this night’s revels, and expire the word
Of any despisèd life closed in my own breast
By a lot of vile surrender of unforeseen death.
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Can be he under here, that could not dance?
NURSE
I am aware not.
JULIET
Go question his name. The Nurse will go. If he be marrièd.
My grave is much like to be my wedding pickup bed.
Um, think’st thou we shall at any time meet once again?
ROMEO
My spouse and i doubt it does not; and all these types of woes shall serve
For lovely discourses within our time to come.
JULIET
O Our god, I have a great ill-divining soul!
Methinks I see the, now thou art listed below
As one dead inside the bottom of your tomb.
Either my own eyesight neglects or thou look’st paler.
If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
That is well known for hope? Be fickle, Fortune.
For i quickly hope thou wilt not really keep him long
But give him again.
Who bare my notice, then, to Romeo?
FRIAR JOHN
I can not send it—here it can be again—
( Coming back again the page. )
Nor obtain a messenger to bring it thee
And so fearful had been they of infection.
FRIAR LAURENCE
Disappointed fortune!
And never out of this palace of dim evening
Go away again. Right here, here will I remain
With earthworms that are thy chambermaids. To, here
Will I build my long lasting rest
And move the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh!
And rich in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour
Is guilty of this lamentable chance!
Of death, contagion, and unnatural rest.
A better power than we can confront
Hath thwarted each of our intents.
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