Private Romeo

Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme

I came to talk of.

Tell me, daughter Juliet,

How stands your disposition to be married?

- It is an honour that I dream not of.

- An honour!

Were not I thine only nurse, I would say

thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.

Well, think of marriage now;

Younger than you, here in Verona, ladies

of esteem, are made already mothers.

- Thus then in brief...

- Madam,

the guests are come, supper served up

you called, my young lady asked for,

the nurse cursed in the pantry,

and every thing in extremity.

I must hence to wait.

- I beseech you, follow straight.

- We follow thee.

Five, six, seven, eight

nine. ten, eleven, twelve...

Good-morrow, Romeo.

- Is the day so young?

- But new struck nine.

Ay me! Benvolio, sad hours seem long.

What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?

Not having that, which,

having, makes them short.

In love?

- Out.

- Of love?

Out of her favour, where I am in love.

Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.

What, shall I groan and tell thee?

Groan! Why, no.

But sadly tell me who.

In sadness, Benvolio, I do love

a woman.

I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.

A right good mark-man!

And she's fair I love.

A right fair mark, fair

coz, is soonest hit.

Well, in that hit you miss:

She'll not be hit with Cupid's arrow;

She hath forsworn to love

and in that vow

do I live dead that live to tell it now.

Farewell:
thou canst not

teach me to forget.

I'll teach you, or else die in debt.

Mark time, march!

Left. right, left, right!

Then,

halt!

Dress right, dress!

Ready,

front!

Listen up!

Those of you who did not qualified

for the land navigation excersises

and are remaining here on campus,

you'll be under the command

of cadet Moreno and myself.

There will be no officers or faculty

on campus for the next four days.

We'll follow a regular

schedule without variation.

Classwork, homework, physical fitness.

We are all McKinley

Military Academy cadets.

Which means we will maintain

the highest standards of

neatness, promptness, orderliness,

and military bearing at all times!

And no trouble!

Understood?

Yes. sir!

Dismissed!

Cadet Neff!

Take our good meaning,

for our judgment sits

Five times in that ere

once in our five wits.

Had I say to stop?

And we mean well in going to this mask,

but 'tis no wit to go.

Why, may one ask?

I dream'd a dream to-night.

And so did I.

- Well, what was yours?

- That dreamers often lie.

In bed asleep, while they

do dream things true.

O, then, I see Queen Mab

hath been with you.

- She is the fairies' midwife...

- Dismissed!

What lady is that, which doth

enrich the hand of yonder knight?

I know not, sir.

O, she doth teach the

torches to burn bright!

Read!

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night

Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;

Beauty too rich for use,

for earth too dear!

So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,

As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.

Josh!

Cadets! No running in the hall!

Yes, sir!

- Hi.

- Hi.

Where are you going?

Glenn!

Gus!

Gus!

Do you think I'm gonna get into West Point?

You really think so?

You ask me everyday.

Feel this.

I've load 130.

Can I go back to sleep now?

- Cadet Singleton!

- Yes, sir!

You've to be showering and

be not late for inspection.

Yes. sir!

Dismissed!

Right dress!

Left dress!

About face!

- Omar.

- Sh*t!

- Cadet Madsen/

- Ya!

Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,

I bade her come..

What, lamb! what, ladybird!

Where's this girl? What, Juliet!

What, lamb! what, ladybird!

Where's this girl? What, Juliet!

What, Juliet.

How now! Who calls?

What, lamb!

What, ladybird!

What Juliette ?

And we mean well in going to this mask;

But 'tis no wit to go.

Why, may one ask?

I dream'd...

I dream'd a dream to-night.

And so did I.

Well, what was yours?

That dreamers often lie.

In bed asleep, while they

do dream things true.

O, then, 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 fore-finger of an alderman

Drawn with a team of little atomies

Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;

Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut

Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs

The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,

The traces of the smallest spider's web.

Her whip of cricket's bone,

the lash of film,

Her driver a small grey-coated gnat

Not so big as a round little worm

Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid.

And in this state she gallops

night by night

Through lovers' brains,

and then they dream of love;

O'er ladies ' lips,

who straight on kisses dream,

Which oft the angry Mab

with blisters plagues,

Because their breaths

with sweetmeats tainted are:

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.

Peace, peace,

Thou talk'st of nothing.

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...

This wind, you talk of,

blows us from ourselves;

Come! Knock and enter!

Supper is done, and we shall come too late.

Welcome, gentlemen!

Ladies that have their toes Unplagued

with corns will have about with you.

A hall, a hall! give room!

and foot it, girls.

She that makes dainty,

She, I'll swear, hath corns.

Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.

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.

You are a lover;

borrow Cupid's wings,

And soar with them above a common bound.

I am too sore enpierced with his shaft

To soar...

Under love's heavy burden do I sink.

And, to sink in it, should you burden love;

Too great oppression for a tender thing.

Is love a tender thing?

It is too rough, Too rude,

too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

If love be rough with you,

be rough with love;

Prick love for pricking,

and you beat love down.

What lady is that,

which doth enrich the hand

of yonder knight?

I know not.

O, she doth teach the torches

to burn bright!

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night

as a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;

Beauty too rich for use,

for earth too dear!

So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,

As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.

The measure done,

I'll watch her place of stand,

And, touching hers, make

blessed my rude hand.

Did my heart love till now?

For swear it, sight! For I ne'er

saw true beauty till this night.

What?

What dares the slave

Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,

to fleer and scorn at our solemnity?

Why, how now. Wherefore storm you so?

This is our foe,

that villain Romeo.

Ttake no note of him.

Show a fair presence

and put off these frowns,

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