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| MR. DOERING | Congratulations to all the MArk Keppel High School Ballers, especially to the Frosh Soph girls for getting ALmont League Champs! | |||||||||||||||||||
| Captions and Quotes from Romeo and Juliet | ||||||||||||||||||||
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Prologue 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 lions of these two foes A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life; Doth with their death bury their parents' strife. And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's end, naught 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. Page 41 Line 103 Juliet: I'll look to like, if looking liking move. But no more deep will i endart mine eye Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. Page 45 Line 58 - 100 Queen Mab Speech Mercutio O, then i see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shpe no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Frawn with a team of little atomi Over men's noses as they lie asleep. Her wagon spokes made of long spinners' legs, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, Her traces of the smallest spider web, Her collars of the moonshine's wat'ry beams, Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film, Her wagoner a small gray-coated gnat, Not half so big as a round little worm Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid. Her chariot is an empty hazelnut, Made by the joiner squirrel of old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; On couriers' knees, that dream on cur'sies striaght; O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees; O'er ladies lips, who straight on kisses dream, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are. Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit. And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail, Tickling a parson's nopse as he lies asleep; Then he dreams of another benfice. Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreighn throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep, and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes And, being thus frightened, swears a prayer or two And sleeps again. This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs Which once untangled much misfortuned bodes. This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That presses them and learns them first to bear, Making them women of goof carriage. This is she -- | ||||||||||||||||||||
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