No Fear Shakespeare: Romeo and Juliet: Act 1, Scene 4, Page 5

No Fear Shakespheare

William Shakespeare

Get this No Fear to go!

	Original Text	Modern Text
105	BENVOLIO This wind you talk of, blows us from ourselves. Supper is done, and we shall come too late.	BENVOLIO The wind you’re talking about is blowing us off our course. Dinner is over, and we’re going to get there too late.
110	ROMEO I fear too early, for my mind misgives Some consequence yet hanging in the stars Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night’s revels, and expire the term Of a despisèd life closed in my breast By some vile forfeit of untimely death. But he that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail. On, lusty gentlemen.	ROMEO I’m worried we’ll get there too early. I have a feeling this party tonight will be the start of something bad, something that will end with my own death. But whoever’s in charge of where my life’s going can steer me wherever they want. Onward, lover boys!
115	BENVOLIO Strike, drum.	BENVOLIO Beat the drum.
	March about the stage and exeunt	They march about the stage and exit.