Private Romeo Page #2

And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.

- I'll not endure him!

- He shall be endured.

Am I the master here, or you?

Go to.

Go to!

Why,

'tis a shame.

Be quiet, or... for shame!

I'll make you quiet.

Sure.

I like your kicks in it, nice.

- Thanks.

- Is it like a...

- That's the loose string.

- It's cool.

I like it.

And what is... Oh!

If I profane with my

unworthiest hand

This holy shrine,

the gentle thin is this:

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand

To smooth that rough touch

with a tender kiss.

Good pilgrim, you do wrong

your hand too much,

Which mannerly devotion shows in this;

For saints have hands that

pilgrims' hands do touch,

And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

Ay, pilgrim, lips

that they must use in prayer.

O, then, dear saint,

let lips do what hands do;

They pray, grant thou,

lest faith turn to despair.

Saints do not move,

though grant for prayers' sake.

Then move not,

while my prayer's effect I take.

I will withdraw:

but this intrusion shall now

seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.

Thus from my lips,

by yours, my sin is purged.

Then have my lips the sin

that they have took.

Sin from thy lips?

O trespass sweetly urged!

Give me my sin again.

It makes my flesh tremble

in their different greeting.

Madam, your mother craves a word with you.

Come!

Let's away.

Romeo,

Away, begone; the sport is at the best.

Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.

Romeo!

My cousin Romeo?

He is wise, Benvolio.

And, on my life,

hath stol'n him home to bed.

He ran this way.

- Call, good Mercutio.

- Nay,

I'll conjure too.

Romeo!

Humours!

Madman!

Lover!

Passion!

Romeo!

Romeo!

Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh:

Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;

And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.

This cannot anger him:

my invocation Is fair

and honest.

Come.

He hath hid himself among these trees,

To be consorted with the humorous night:

Blind is his love

and best befits the dark.

If love be blind,

it cannot hit the mark.

Romeo...

Good night.

I'll to my bed:

This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep.

Go, then.

For 'tis in vain to seek him here

that means not to be found.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

But, soft!

What light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east,

and Juliet is the sun.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

Who is already sick and pale with grief,

That thou her maid art far

more fair than she.

O Romeo.

Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name.

What's in a name?

That which we call a rose

By any other name would smell as sweet.

So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,

retain that dear perfection which he owes

without that title.

Romeo, doff thy name,

and for that name which is no part of thee

take all myself.

I take thee at thy word:

call me but love, and I'll be new baptized

Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

What man art thou that thus bescreen'd

in night so stumblest on my counsel?

By a name

I know not how to tell thee who I am,

My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,

because it is an enemy to thee.

My ears have not yet drunk a hundred

words of that tongue's utterance,

yet I know the sound.

Art thou not Romeo?

- and a Montague?

- Neither,

if either thee dislike.

How camest thou hither,

tell me, and wherefore?

The orchard walls

are high and hard to climb.

And the place death,

considering who thou art,

if any of my kinsmen find thee here.

With love's light wings

did I o'er-perch these walls.

For stony limits cannot hold love out.

And what love can do

that dares love attempt;

Therefore thy kinsmen

are no stop to me.

If they do see thee, they will murder thee.

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye

Than twenty of their swords.

Look thou but sweet,

And I am proof against their enmity.

Thou know'st the mask of night

is on my face,

Else would a maiden blush

bepaint my cheek

For that which thou hast

heard me speak to-night.

O gentle Romeo,

If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.

Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,

I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay.

So thou wilt woo.

- If my heart's dear love...

- Well, do not swear.

Although I joy in thee,

I have no joy of this contract to-night:

It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden.

O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?

The exchange of thy love's

faithful vow for mine.

I gave thee mine before

thou didst request it:

And yet I would it

were to give again.

Wouldst thou withdraw it?

For what purpose, love?

But to be frank, and give it thee again.

And yet I wish but for the thing I have:

My bounty is as boundless as the sea,

my love as deep.

The more I give to thee,

the more I have,

for both are infinite.

Juliet!

Anon, good nurse!

Three words, dear Romeo,

and good night indeed.

If that thy bent of love be honourable,

thy purpose marriage,

send me word to-morrow

by one that I'll procure to come to thee,

Where and what time thou wilt

perform the rite,

And all my fortunes at

thy foot I'll lay

and follow thee my lord

throughout the world.

- Madam!

- I come, anon.

But if thou mean'st not well,

I do beseech thee...

- Madam!

- By and by, I come.

To cease thy suit,

and leave me to my grief.

- To-morrow will I send.

- So thrive my soul...

A thousand times good night!

A thousand times the worse,

to want thy light.

Love goes toward love,

like schoolboys from their books.

But love from love,

toward school with heavy looks

At what o'clock to-morrow

shall I send to thee?

By the hour of nine.

I will not fail.

'tis twenty years till then.

Parting is such sweet sorrow,

that I shall say good night ,

till it be morrow.

Sleep dwell upon thine eyes,

peace in thy breast!

Would I were sleep and peace,

so sweet to rest!

Follow me

To the shipwreck shores

of a dark and strange country.

I was born

A stranger thinking out

loud in a foreign tongue.

I was out of place.

I was looking all around

just a'trying to find a friendly face.

But they're all gone.

Did you ever think?

Did you ever think?

Did you ever think?

Did you ever think, think?

Who left me all alone in this town.

And a busted heart

Is a welcome friend

And when that heart leaves

What will you do then?

And if I cry,

Is that a sin?

And the wisdom is a whisper.

And I'm trying to understand,

What I say, what I think,

Where I sleep, when I breathe.

What I do with my hands.

Did you ever think?

Did you ever think?

Did you ever think? Did

you ever think, think?

A lotta people everyday

who will surely drown.

Did you ever think?

Did you ever think?

Did you ever think?

Did you ever think, think?

Who left me all alone in this town?

Here is the McKinley Military Academy!

Which strives to develop young men

with good character.

To cultivate the traits of honor,

duty, respect, and pride.

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