This is where you can post any queries or discussion points related to the controlled assessment on Monday.
Here are the quotations that we identified as useful:
Act 1, Scene 1
LADY MONTAGUE
O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?
Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
BENVOLIO
Where, underneath the grove of sycamore...
So early walking did I see your son.
ROMEO
What fray was here?
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
O any thing, of nothing first create!
O any thing, of nothing first create!
Ay me! sad hours seem long
Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;
This is not Romeo, he's some other where.
This is not Romeo, he's some other where.
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman
She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow
Do I live dead that live to tell it now.
Do I live dead that live to tell it now.
O, teach me how I should forget to think.
TYBALT
What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,
As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
Have at thee, coward!
Act 1, Scene 5
TYBALT
What dares the slave
'Tis he, that villain Romeo.
I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall
Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.
Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.
this is a Montague, our foe,
I'll not endure him.
Lord Capulet
You'll make a mutiny among my guests!
You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time.
Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;
I would not for the wealth of all the town
Here in my house do him disparagement:He shall be endured
And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:Act 3 Scene 1
Mercutio
couple it with
something; make it a word and a blow.
something; make it a word and a blow.
here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall
make you dance.
make you dance.
O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!
Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?
Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher
by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.
But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery:
TYBALT
Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.
ou shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you
will give me occasion.
What wouldst thou have with me?
Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.
Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford
No better term than this,--thou art a villain.
Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.
ROMEO
Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
To such a greeting:
I never injured thee,
But love thee better than thou canst devise,
This gentleman, the prince's near ally,
My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
In my behalf; my reputation stain'd
With Tybalt's slander.
This day's black fate on more days doth depend;
This but begins the woe, others must end.
Away to heaven, respective lenity,
And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!
Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.
O, I am fortune's fool!
Act 5, Scene 3
ROMEO
Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor:
Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have
A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear
As will disperse itself through all the veins
That the life-weary taker may fall dead
Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have
A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear
As will disperse itself through all the veins
That the life-weary taker may fall dead
Come, cordial and not poison, go with me
To Juliet's grave; for there I must use thee
For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
This vault a feasting presence full of light.
Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.
Laying PARIS in the tomb
Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
The doors of breath seal with a righteous kiss
O true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
