What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.Įnter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers The which if you with patient ears attend, Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove, The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,Īnd the continuance of their parents' rage, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.įrom forth the fatal loins of these two foesĪ pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life ĭo with their death bury their parents' strife. Audience members with visual disabilities, feel free to download, then adjust the type size. Check back in December to find a cut of the script that will e closer to what will be actually performed. Many changes will happen to this script before the first performance. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.NOTE: This is the first cut of the performance script. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses I will answer it. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it cast it off. But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
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