Monday, May 23, 2011

Juliet's monolgue

I have chosen to work on Juliet's monologue from Act 3 Scene 2. She is completely unaware that Romeo, now her husband (GO FRIAR LAWRENCE) has just killed her cousin, Tybalt. She waits for the night to come so she can see Romeo. Thanks to Alexander Schmidt's Shakespeare Lexicon and Quotation Dictionary Volume I AND Volume II, I have a good idea of what she's saying. Basically, she's very...she's full of lust...


  Act 3 Scene 2
Juliet's room in Capulet's mansion

Enter Juliet alone

JULIET  Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
             Toward Phoebus' lodging. Such a wagoner
             As Phaeton would whip you to the west
             And bring in cloudy night immediately.
             Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,
             That runaways' eyes may wink, and Romeo
             Leap to these arms, untalked of and unseen.
             Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
             By their own beauties, or, if love be blind,
             It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,
             Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
             And learn me how to lose a winning match
             Played for a pair of stainless maidenhoods.
             Hood my unmanned blood bating in my cheeks,
             With thy black mantle, till strange love, grow bold,
             Think true love acted simple modesty.
             Come, night. Come, Romeo. Come, thou day in night,
             For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
             Whiter than new snow upon a raven’s back.
             Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-browed night,
             Give me my Romeo. And when I shall die,
             Take him and cut him out in little stars,
             And he will make the face of heaven so fine
             That all the world will be in love with night
             And pay no worship to the garish sun.
             Oh, I have bought the mansion of a love,
             But not possessed it, and though I am sold,
             Not yet enjoyed. So tedious is this day
             As is the night before some festival
             To an impatient child that hath new robes
             And may not wear them.




 Then her Nurse comes in crying and ruins the moment.


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