Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair verona, where we lay our scene, from ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes a pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life; whose misadventured piteous overthrows do with their death bury their parents’ strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love, and the continuance of their parents’ rage, which, but their children’s end, nought could remove, is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage; the which if you with patient ears attend, what here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
I do bite my thumb, sir.
I do bite my thumb, sir.
I do bite my thumb, sir.
I do bite my thumb, sir.
I do bite my thumb, sir.
I do bite my thumb, sir.
I do bite my thumb, sir.
I do bite my thumb, sir.
I do bite my thumb, sir.
I do bite my thumb, sir.
I do bite my thumb, sir.
I do bite my thumb, sir.
I do bite my thumb, sir.
I do bite my thumb, sir.
I do bite my thumb, sir.
I do bite my thumb, sir.
But, soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east and Juliet is the sun.
O Romeo,
Romeo,
wherefore
art thou
Romeo?
These violet delights have violent ends.
O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
ROMEO, ROMEO, ROMEO!
Here’s drink:
I drink to thee.
O true
apothecary,
Thy drugs are
quick. Thus
with a kiss I die.
O happy
dagger, This
is thy sheath:
there rust, and let me die.