O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

This is my Romeo and Juliet page. No particular reason, just that we are reading the play in english and I would much prefer not to analyse it and just listen to the words. Cos it's awesome. Oh, and Romeo, if you're reading this, give me a call . . . .

If you already wanna leave: HomE
OR if you wanna leave totally go to a really cool band's page, MILTON

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;                                             ...I'll look to like, if looking liking move.
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows                                             But no more deep will I endart mine eye
Doth with their death bury their parents' strife.                             Than your consent gives strength to make it fly...
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage.
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

...Peace? I hate the word,
As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee...

My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy...

But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?

...What's Montague? It is not hand nor foot
Nor arm nor face nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!                      ...O swear not by the moon, th'inconstant moon,
What's in a name? That which we call a rose                                    That monthly changes in her circled orb,
By any other name would smell as sweet;                                      Lest that thy love prove likewise variable...
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title...

...A thousand times goodnight!

...And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something, make it a word and a blow...

O, I am Fortune's fool!

...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 the night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun...

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