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William Shakespeare: The Tragedy of Romeo and Jullet
The Prologue
William Shakespeare: Sonnet 147 Enter Chorus
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona (where we lay our scene),
My love is as fever, longing still From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
For that which longer nurseth the disease; From forth the fatal loins of these two foes'
A pair of star-crossed* lovers take their lifer;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, Whose misadventured piteous overthrows'
Doth with their death bury their parents' strife.
The uncertain sickly appetite to please. The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
5 My reason, the physician to my love, Which but their children'send nought could remove,
now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall moss, our toil shall strive to mend. [Exit]
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve,
'From forth.... - conceived by deadly enemies star-crossed - ill-fated
take their life - are born 'misadventured piteous overthrows unlucky tragic accidents
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
William Shakespeare: Sonnet 130
10 And frantic mad with evermore unrest;
My mistress* eyes are nothing like the sun;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
At random from the truth vainly expressed; If snow be white, why then her breasts be dun';
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
And insome perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant* I never saw a goddess do
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, think my love
as rare
As any she belied with false compare.4
dun - grey-brown reeks - stinks
*grant - admit compare - comparison
Who
will believe my verse in time to come, Shall
If it were fll'd with your most high deserts?
Though yet, Heaven knows, it is but as a tomb
compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and
Rough winds do shake themore temperate:
Which hides your life, and shows not hair your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And summer's lease hath darling buds of May
too short a date.
And in fresh numbers number all your graces, Sometime too hot the eye all
of heaven shines.
The age to come would say, " This poet liese And oflen is his gold complexion dimmes
Such
heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces." And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance,
Beshould
So scorn'd,my papers, Yellow'd with their age,
like old men of less
or nature's changing course, untrimmed
But thy eternal summer shall
And your true rights be term'dtruth than tongue, Nor not fade,
And
poet's rage,
stretched metre of an antique song! lose possession of that fair thou owest;
But Nor shall Death brag thou wanderstin his shade,
were some child of yours alive that
You should time, When in eternal lines to time thou growest.
live twice,-in it, and in my rhyme. So long as men can breathe, or eyea
So long lives this, and this givesli can bee.
