Private Romeo Page #3

Now to accomplish that the Academy

follows a military system,

in which discipline is cornerstone.

Any cadet who violates

regulations

or commits offences

against good order and discipline

must be punished appropriately and justly.

You are all recievied one demerit.

Put yourself to the mess for breakfast!

Company, dismissed!

Carlos!

You take care of Neff.

Pick up the pace, cadet Neff!

Good morrow, father Laurence!

Good morrow, father Laurence.

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?

Young son, it argues a distemper'd head

So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed.

Or if not so, then here I hit it right,

Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.

That last is true.

The sweeter rest was mine.

That's my good son:

but where hast thou been, then?

I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.

I have been feasting with mine enemy,

Where on a sudden one hath wounded me,

that's by me wounded.

Both our remedies

within thy help and holy physic lies.

Be plain, good son,

and homely in thy drift.

Riddling confession finds

but riddling shrift.

Then plainly know my

heart's dear love is set

on the fair daughter of rich Capulet.

As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine.

And all combined.

By holy marriage.

Holy Saint Francis,

What a change is here!

- I pray thee, chide not...

- But come,

young waverer, come,

go with me,

in one respect I'll thy assistant be.

For this alliance may

so happy prove,

to turn your households'

rancour to pure love.

O, let us hence.

- I stand on sudden haste.

- Wisely and slowly.

They stumble that run fast.

Where the devil should this Romeo be?

Came he not home tonight?

Came he not home tonight?

No, he didn't come home.

Where the devil should this Romeo be?

- Hie Romeo!

- Signior Romeo!

Bonjour!

French salutation for your French slop.

You gave us the counterfeit

fairly last night.

Good morrow to you Mercutio, Benvolio.

What counterfeit did I give you?

The slip, sir.

The slip; can you not conceive ?

Pardon, good Mercutio.

My business was great.

And in such a case as mine

a man may strain courtesy.

That's as much as to say, such a case as

yours constrains a man to bow in the hams.

Meaning, to court'sy?

- Thou hast most kindly hit it!

- A most courteous exposition.

Nay,

I am the very pink of courtesy.

Pink for flower?

- Right.

- Why, then is my pump well flowered.

Why, is not this better now

than groaning for love?

Now art thou sociable.

Now art thou Romeo.

Now art thou what thou art,

by art as well as by nature.

God ye good morning, gentlemen.

God ye good evening, fair gentlewoman.

- Is it greasy?

- Just no less.

For the bawdy hand of the dial

is now upon the prick of noon.

Out upon you! What a man are you!

One, good nurse, that

God has made for himself to mar.

By my troth, it is well said:

'for himself to mar,' quoth a?

Sir, I desire some confidence with you.

She will invite him to some supper.

Romeo, will you come?

We'll to dinner, thither.

I will follow you.

Farewell, ancient lady.

Lady.

Lady, lady!

I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was

this, that was so full of his ropery?

A gentleman, nurse, that

loves to hear himself talk,

and will speak more in a minute

than he will stand to in a month.

An a' speak any thing against me,

I'll take him down!

An a' were lustier than he

is, and twenty such Jacks!

And if I cannot, I'll

find those that shall.

Scurvy knave!

Pray you, sir, a word.

My...

young lady bade me inquire you out.

And what she bade me say,

I will keep to myself, but...

first let me say, if you...

should lead her into

a fool's paradise, as they say,

it were a very gross kind of behavior,

as they say.

For the gentlewoman is young;

and, therefore, if you

should deal double with her,

truly it were an ill thing to be offered

to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.

Bid her devise some means

to come to shrift this afternoon.

And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell

be shrived and married.

This afternoon?

Well,

she shall be there.

Farewell.

Be trusty, and I'll award thy pains.

God in heaven bless thee!

Farewell.

Commend me to thy mistress.

Ay, a thousand times.

Cadets Singleton, Madsen!

Hi, Ken, Carlos.

Too busy to workout today, cadets?

Come on!

Since you didn't get

your exercise in this period

why don't you both

drop and give me 40.

Yes, sir!

- Forty ? I can't, I have to...

- Fifty for you, Omar!

Sh*t!

And when you're done, cadet Madsen,

give me 5 tours around the track.

Physical fitness is an important component

of cadet's education and training.

Yes, sir!

The clock struck nine when

I did send the nurse.

In half an hour she promised to return.

Now is the sun upon the highmost hill

of this day's journey, and

from nine till twelve

Is three long hours, yet she is not come.

O honey nurse, what news?

Hast thou met with him?

O Lord, why look'st thou sad?

I am a-weary, give me leave awhile.

Fie, how my bones ache!

I would... I would thou hadst

my bones, and I thy news.

Speak! Speak!

What haste? Can you not stay awhile?

Do you not see that I am out of breath?

How art thou out of breath,

when thou hast breath to say to me

that thou art out of breath?

- Is thy news good, or bad? Answer to that.

- Lord, how my head aches!

What a head have I !

It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.

O, my back!

Now other side...

O, my back, my back!

Beshrew your heart for

sending me about,

to catch my death with

jaunting up and down!

I am sorry that thou art not well.

Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse,

tell me,

what says my love?

What says he of our marriage?

Your love says, like an honest gentleman,

and a courteous, and a kind,

and a handsome,

and, I warrant, a virtuous.

Where is your mother?

Where is my mother!

Where should she be?

How oddly thou repliest:

'Your love says, like an honest gentleman,

Where is your mother?'

O God's lady dear!

Are you so hot?

Is this the poultice for my aching bones!

Henceforward do your messages yourself!

Here's such a fourth come, what says Romeo?

Have you got leave to go to shrift today?

I have.

Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell.

There stays a husband to make you a wife.

Go! I'll to dinner.

Hie you to the cell!

Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse.

Farewell.

Hey you up for some hoops then?

How long is it now

to Lammas-tide?

A fortnight and odd days.

Come Lammas-eve at night

shall she be fourteen.

As I said, I remember it well

'Tis since the earthquake now

eleven years and she was wean'd.

I never shall forget it,

of all the days upon that year.

Thou wast the prettiest

babe that e'er I nursed.

An I shall live to see thee married once,

I have my wish.

I'm sorry.

So smile the heavens upon this holy act,

that after hours with sorrow chide us not!

But come what sorrow can

it cannot countervail the exchange of joy

that one short minute

gives me in her sight.

Then love-devouring death do what he dare,

it is enough I may but call her mine.

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