Romeo and Juliet (1936) Poster

(1936)

Leslie Howard: Romeo - Son to Montague

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  • Mercutio - Kinsman to the Prince and Friend to Romeo : I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes, In shape no bigger than an agate stone, On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomi, Over men's noses as they lie asleep. Her wagon spokes made of long spinners' legs, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, Her traces of the smallest spider's web, Her collars of the moonshine's watery beams, Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film, Her wagoner a small gray-coated gnat, Not half so big as a round little worm, Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid. Her chariot is an empty hazelnut, Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night, Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; On courtiers' knees, who dream on curtsies straight; O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees; O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream, Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit. And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail, Tickling a parson's nose as he lies asleep, Then he dreams of another benefice. Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep, and then anon, Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again. This is that very Mab, This is she...

    Romeo - Son to Montague : Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! Thou talk'st of nothing.

    Mercutio - Kinsman to the Prince and Friend to Romeo : True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind.

  • Romeo - Son to Montague : If I profane with my unworthiest hand, This holy shrine, the gentle find is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand, To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

    Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

    Romeo - Son to Montague : Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

    Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

    Romeo - Son to Montague : O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

  • Mercutio - Kinsman to the Prince and Friend to Romeo : Gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.

    Romeo - Son to Montague : Not I, believe me. You have dancing shoes, With nimble soles. I have a soul of lead, So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

    Mercutio - Kinsman to the Prince and Friend to Romeo : You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings, And soar with them above a common bound.

  • Romeo - Son to Montague : I dreamed a dream last night.

    Mercutio - Kinsman to the Prince and Friend to Romeo : And so did I!

    Romeo - Son to Montague : What was your's?

    Mercutio - Kinsman to the Prince and Friend to Romeo : That dreamers often lie.

  • Romeo - Son to Montague : My mind misgives, Some consequence yet hanging in the stars, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date, With this night's revels. But he that hath the steerage of my course. Direct my sail. On, lusty gentlemen!

  • Romeo - Son to Montague : Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night, Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear,

  • Romeo - Son to Montague : [after their first kiss]  Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.

    Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : Then have my lips the sin that they have took?

    Romeo - Son to Montague : Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!

    [whispers] 

    Romeo - Son to Montague : Give me my sin again.

  • Romeo - Son to Montague : But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. It is my lady. Oh, it is my love. Oh, that she knew she were! See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!

  • Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words, Of that tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?

    Romeo - Son to Montague : Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.

  • Romeo - Son to Montague : With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls, For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do, that dares love attempt.

  • Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

    Romeo - Son to Montague : What shall I swear by?

    Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : Do not swear at all. Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry.

  • Romeo - Son to Montague : O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

    Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?

    Romeo - Son to Montague : Th' exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.

    Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : I gave thee mine before thou didst request it, And yet I would it were to give again.

  • Romeo - Son to Montague : O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard, Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering sweet to be substantial.

  • Romeo - Son to Montague : How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears!

  • Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : 'Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone. And yet no further than a wanton's bird, And with a silken thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.

    Romeo - Son to Montague : I would I were thy bird.

  • Romeo - Son to Montague : Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast. Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.

  • Romeo - Son to Montague : Courage, man. The hurt cannot be much.

    Mercutio - Kinsman to the Prince and Friend to Romeo : No, 'tis not so deep as a well nor so wide as a church-door, but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat to scratch a man to death! A braggart, a rogue, a villain that fights by the book of arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.

  • Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear. Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. And believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

    Romeo - Son to Montague : It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look. Look, what envious streaks, Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day, Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

    Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I. It is some meteor that the sun exhales, To be to thee this night a torchbearer, And light thee on thy way to Mantua. Therefore stay yet. Thou need'st not to be gone.

    Romeo - Son to Montague : I am content, so thou wilt have it so. I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye. Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat, The vaulty heaven so high above our heads. I have more care to stay than will to go. Come, death, and welcome! How is my soul? Let's talk. It is not day.

    Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : It is, it is. Hie hence! Be gone, away! It is the lark that sings so out of tune. O, now be gone. More light and light it grows.

  • Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : Art thou gone so? My lord, my love, my friend. Oh, think'st thou we shall ever meet again?

    Romeo - Son to Montague : I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve, For sweet discourses in our time to come.

    Juliet - Daughter to Capulet : O God, I have an ill-divining soul. Methinks I see thee now, thou art below, As one dead in the bottom of a tomb.

    Romeo - Son to Montague : Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!

  • Romeo - Son to Montague : If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. I dreamt my lady came and found me dead- Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think- And breathed such life with kisses in my lips, That I revived and was an emperor.

  • Romeo - Son to Montague : News from Verona!-How now, Balthasar? Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar? How doth my lady? Is my father well? How fares my Juliet? That I ask again, For nothing can be ill if she be - - well.

    Balthasar : Then she is well, and nothing can be ill. Her body sleeps in Capels' monument, And her immortal part with angels lives.

  • Romeo - Son to Montague : Live and be prosperous, and farewell, good fellow.

  • Romeo - Son to Montague : O my love, my wife! Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquered. Beauty's ensign yet, Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advancèd there.- Ah, dear Juliet, I still will stay with thee, And never from this palace of dim night, Depart again. here, Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars, From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace. And, lips, O you, The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss, A dateless bargain to engrossing death.

  • Romeo - Son to Montague : Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide. Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on, The dashing rocks thy seasick, weary bark. Here's to my love!

    [drinks the poison] 

    Romeo - Son to Montague : O true apothecary, Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss - I die.

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