alana
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Post by alana on Feb 13, 2006 18:48:59 GMT -5
he smiled at her nervously and began to speak....
"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Juliet is the sun! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou her maid art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off. It is my lady! O, it is my love!" he threw his hands out in front of him as if to grab hold of her "O, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold; 'tis not to me she speaks." he drops his eyes to the floor, looking sad "Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!" he stretched out his arm towards her cheek before widthdrawing and then he stopped,
"that ok?" he asked the teacher
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Post by Darktouch on Feb 13, 2006 18:52:59 GMT -5
"Ay me!" she said, sort of nervously.
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Post by alana on Feb 13, 2006 19:01:16 GMT -5
he looked at her and smiled again, she looked as nervous as he did which made him feel a little better "She speaks." he looked at her lovingly and reached for her "O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air" he stopped and looked at her, waiting for her to say her part
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Post by Darktouch on Feb 13, 2006 19:04:16 GMT -5
"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?" her voice grew stronger. "Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love," her hand touched her heart. "And I'll no longer be a Capulet."
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alana
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Post by alana on Feb 13, 2006 19:11:36 GMT -5
he looked at her, he didnt think she would be so good, he quickly snapped out of it and took a quick glance at his lines before speaking "Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?"
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Post by Darktouch on Feb 13, 2006 19:16:31 GMT -5
"'Tis but thy name that is my enemy," Lauren shook her head sadly. "Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face. O, be some other name Belonging to a man," she paused. "What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other word would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; And for thy name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself," she looked down at her fet for a moment, then back up at Dean.
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alana
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Post by alana on Feb 13, 2006 19:19:38 GMT -5
he smiled at her then checked his lines again
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Post by alana on Feb 13, 2006 19:20:49 GMT -5
"I take thee at thy word. Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo." he said to her
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Post by Darktouch on Feb 13, 2006 19:23:26 GMT -5
"What man art thou, that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel?" Lauren tipped her head to the side just the slightest.
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Post by alana on Feb 13, 2006 19:26:19 GMT -5
By a name "I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself Because it is an enemy to thee. Had I it written, I would tear the word." he said as he let his hands drop to his sides
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Post by Darktouch on Feb 13, 2006 19:29:56 GMT -5
"My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words Of thy tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound," she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?"
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alana
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Post by alana on Feb 13, 2006 19:32:00 GMT -5
he shook his head "Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike" he said moving a little closer
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Post by Darktouch on Feb 13, 2006 19:37:03 GMT -5
"How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?" she moved closer to him, forcing her eyes to remain on his. "The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here."
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Post by alana on Feb 13, 2006 19:39:06 GMT -5
he kept his eyes locked on hers "With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do, that dares love attempt. Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me."
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Post by Darktouch on Feb 13, 2006 19:50:34 GMT -5
"If they do see thee, they will murder thee," Lauren could not have pulled her eyes away if she wanted to.
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