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Themes
Fate
Some consequence yet hanging in
the stars Romeo
O, I am fortunes fool Romeo
some vile forfeit of untimely
death
go ask his name if he be married
my grave is like to be my wedding
bed
Love
From loves weak childish bow she
lives uncharmed Romeo *
*
Is love a tender thing? It is too
rough, too rude, too boistrous, and
it pricks like thorn. Romeo
Foolish decisions
this days black fate on more days doth depend: this but begins the
woe others must end
Family Feud
Draw thy tool, here comes of the
house of Montagues Gregory
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy
word Prince *
This, by his voice, should be a
Montague. Fetch me my rapier,
boy Tybalt
To turn your households rancour
to pure love Friar Lawrence *
A plague aboth your houses!
Mercutio
What, drawn and talk of peace? I
hate the word, As I hell, all
Montagues, and thee Tybalt *
For now, these hot days, is the
mad blood stirring Benvolio
See what a scourge is laid upon
Evidence (Foretelling)
I pray ,sir, can you read Servant
Immediately we do exile him
hence Prince
Young mens love then lies not
truly in their hearts, but in their
eyes Friar Lawrence *
Crimson Romeo *
A virtuous and well-governed
youth Capulet *
Alike bewitched by the charm of
looks" Chorus
.. a rose by any other word would
smell as sweet..
Virtue itself turns vice, being
misapplied Friar *
these violent delights have violent
ends Friar
More light and light, more dark
and dark our woes!
I would the fool were married to
her grave Lady Capulet
No, no, this shall forbid it; lie thou
there
Upon the sweetest flower of all
field