wisdom
Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
That she doth give her sorrow so much sway,
And in his
wisdom hastes our marriage,
To stop the inundation of her tears;
confess
Come you to make confession to this father?
To answer that, I should
confess to you.
slander
That is no
slander, sir, which is a truth
leisure
Are you at
leisure, holy father, now;
Or shall I come to you at evening mass?
rouse
Juliet, on Thursday early will I
rouse ye:
Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.
slay
God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;
And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,
Shall be the label to another deed,
Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
Turn to another, this shall
slay them both:
remedy
Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
If what thou speak'st speak not of
remedy
enjoin
I have learn'd me to repent the sin
Of disobedient opposition
To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
And beg your pardon.
pardon
I have learn'd me to repent the sin
Of disobedient opposition
To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
And beg your
pardon.
orison
Leave me to my self to-night,
For I have need of many
orisons
To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin.
wake
How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
I
wake before the time that Romeo
Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point!
shroud
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Lies festering in his
shroud.
curfew
Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd,
The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock.
confusion
Peace, ho, for shame!
confusion's cure lives not
In these
confusions
advance
The most you sought was her promotion;
For 'twas your heaven she should be
advanced:
And weep ye now, seeing she is
advanced
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
dirge
Our solemn hymns to sullen
dirges change.
ordained
All things that we
ordained festival,
Turn from their office to black funeral;