No Fear Shakespeare
Romeo and Juliet
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Act 4, Scene 5, Page 2
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LADY CAPULET
O me, O me! My child, my only life,
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!—
Help, help! Call help.
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LADY CAPULET
Oh my, Oh my! My child, my reason for living, wake up, look up, or
I’ll die with you! Help, help! Call for help.
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Enter CAPULET
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CAPULET
For shame, bring Juliet forth. Her lord is come.
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CAPULET
For shame, bring Juliet out here. Her bridegroom is here.
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NURSE
She’s dead, deceased, she’s dead. Alack the
day!
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NURSE
She’s dead, deceased, she’s dead. Curse the
day!
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LADY CAPULET
Alack the day. She’s dead, she’s dead,
she’s dead!
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LADY CAPULET
Curse the day! She’s dead, she’s dead,
she’s dead!
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CAPULET
Ha? Let me see her. Out, alas! She’s cold.
Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff.
Life and these lips have long been separated.
Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
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CAPULET
No! Let me see her. Oh no! She’s cold. Her blood has
stopped, and her joints are stiff. She’s been dead for some
time. She’s dead, like a beautiful flower, killed by an
unseasonable frost.
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NURSE
O lamentable day!
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NURSE
Oh, sad day!
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LADY CAPULET
O woeful time.
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LADY CAPULET
Oh, this is a painful time!
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CAPULET
Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,
Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.
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CAPULET
Death, which has taken her away to make me cry, now ties up my
tongue and won’t let me speak.
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Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE, County
PARIS, and MUSICIANS
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FRIAR LAWRENCE and
PARIS enter with
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FRIAR LAWRENCE
Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
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FRIAR LAWRENCE
Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
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CAPULET
Ready to go, but never to return.
O son! The night before thy wedding day
Hath death lain with thy wife. There she lies,
Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
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CAPULET
She’s ready to go, but she’ll never return.
(to
PARIS) Oh son! On the night before
your wedding day, death has taken your wife. There she lies. She was
a flower, but death deflowered her.
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