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Tybalt and Mercutio fighting: Tybalt kills Mercutio
Mercutio: "Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives, that I mean to make bold withal, and, as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you pick your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out."
(III.i.78.83) -
Romeo and Tybalt fighting: Romeo kills Tybalt
"[Alive] in triumph, and Mercutio slain! Away to heaven, respective lenity, and [fire-eyed] be my conduct now. Now, Tybalt, take the "villain" back again that late thou gavest me, for Mercutio's soul is but a little way above our heads, staying for thine to keep him company. Either thou or I, or both, must go with him. (III.i-126-135) -
Romeo is Banished from Verona
"Immediately we do exile him hence. I have an interest in your heart's proceeding: My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding. But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine (III.ii.200-207) -
Juliet mother and father says she needs to marry Paris
Capulet:" . . ." I'll not wed. I cannot love. I am too young. I pray you, pardon me." but, an you will not wed, I'll pardon you! Graze where you will, you shall not house with me. look to 't; think on 't. I do not use to jest. Thursday is near. Lay hand on heart; adivise. an you will be mine. An you be not hang, beg starve, die in the streets, for, by, my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, nor what is mine shall never do thee good. trust to 't; bethink you. I'll not be forsworn." (III.iiiii.208) -
Juliet drinks the vile
"Alack,Alack, is it not like that I, so early waking, what with loathsome smells, and shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth, that living mortals, hearing them run mad- O if i [wake,] shall I not be distraught, environed with all these hideous fears, and madly play with forefathers joints, and pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud and, in this rage, with some great kinsmen bone, as with a club.
(IV.iii.46-60) -
Romeo finds out Juliet is "dead"
Balthasar: "Then she is well and nothing can be ill. Her body sleeps in cape's monument, and her immortal part with angel lives. I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault and presently took post to tell you. O, pardon me for bringing these ill news, since you did leave it for my office, sir. (V.i.18-24) -
Friar Lawrence finds out romeo knows about Juliet "death" and romeo thinks she is actually dead when she is sleeping because of the vile
Friar Lawrence: "Now must I do the monument alone. within this three hours will friar Juliet wake. she will beshrew me much that Romeo. Hath had no notice of these accidents. But I will write again to Mantua, And keep her at my cell till Romeo come. poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb! ( -
Romeo kills Paris
Romeo: "In faith, I will.-Let me persue this face. Mercutio kinsman, noble county Paris! What said my man when my betossed soul did not attend him as we rode? I think he told me Paris should have married Juliet. said he not so? Or did I dream it so? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, To think it was so?-O, give me thy hand, one writ with me in sour misfortune's book! I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave. (V.iii.74-84) -
romeo drinks vile and kills him self
Romeo: "Come, bitter conduct, come unsavory guide! thou desperate pilot, now at once run on the dashing rocks thy seasick weary bark! Here's to my love [Drinking] O true apothecary, thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. [He dies] (V.iii.116-120) -
Juliet wakes up Friar Lawrence finds her and wants he to become a nun
Friar Lawerence: "I hear some noise.-Lady, come from the nest of death contagion, and unnatural sleep. A greater power then we can contradict Hath thwarted our intents. come, come away. Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead, and Paris, too. Come, I'll dispose of thee among a sisterhood of holy nuns. Stay not to question, for the watch is coming. Come, go, good Juliet. I dare no longer stay. (V.iii.156-164) -
Juliet kills herself
Juliet: "What's here? A cup closed in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.-O churl, drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after! I will kiss thy lips. Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, to make me die with a restorative. [She kisses him] thy lips are warm. Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief. O, happy dagger, this is thy sheath. There rust, and let me die. [She takes Romeo's dagger, stabs herself, and dies.] (V.iii.166-175) -
Friar Lawrence tells the prince how he was involved in the death of Romeo and Juliet
Prince: "A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence to have more talk of these and sad things. Some shall be pardoned, and some punished. For never was a story more woe than this of Romeo and Juliet.