No Fear Shakespeare
Romeo and Juliet
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Act 1, Scene 1, Page 9
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BENVOLIO
Good morrow, cousin.
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Good morning, cousin.
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ROMEO
Is the day so young?
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ROMEO
Is it that early in the day?
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BENVOLIO
But new struck nine.
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BENVOLIO
It’s only just now nine o'clock.
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ROMEO
Ay me! Sad hours seem long.
Was that my father that went hence so fast?
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ROMEO
Oh my, time goes by slowly when you’re sad. Was that my
father who left here in such a hurry?
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BENVOLIO
It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?
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BENVOLIO
It was. What’s making you so sad and your hours so
long?
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ROMEO
Not having that which, having, makes them short.
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ROMEO
I don’t have the thing that makes time fly.
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BENVOLIO
In love?
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BENVOLIO
You’re in love?
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ROMEO
Out.
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ROMEO
Out.
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BENVOLIO
Of love?
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BENVOLIO
Out of love?
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ROMEO
Out of her favor, where I am in love.
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ROMEO
I love someone. She doesn’t love me.
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BENVOLIO
Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
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BENVOLIO
It’s sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but it’s
actually very rough when you experience it.
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ROMEO
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,
Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!
Where shall we dine?—O me! What fray was here?
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Here’s much to do with hate but more with love.
Why then, O brawling love, O loving hate,
O anything of nothing first created!
O heavy lightness, serious vanity,
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Dost thou not laugh?
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ROMEO
What’s sad is that love is supposed to be blind, but it
can still make you do whatever it wants. So, where should we eat?
(seeing blood) Oh my! What fight
happened here? No, don’t tell me—I know all
about it. This fight has a lot to do with hatred, but it has more to
do with love. O brawling love! O loving hate! Love that comes from
nothing! Sad happiness! Serious foolishness! Beautiful things
muddled together into an ugly mess! Love is heavy and light, bright
and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and
awake—it’s everything except what it is! This
is the love I feel, though no one loves me back. Are you
laughing?
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