Grade 9: Unit 4

From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

Why, such is love's transgression.
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
With more of thine.

When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires:
And these, who, often drowned, could never die,
Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!

But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true
Than those that have more cunning to be strange.

You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night.

If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you.

And for that offense
Immediately we do exile him hence.

Wash they his wounds with tears? Mine shall be spent,
When theirs are dry, for Romeo’s banishment.

Beg pardon of the Prince, and call thee back
With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
Than thou went’st forth in lamentation.

O lamentable day!

Despised, distressed, hated, martyred, killed!
Uncomfortable time, why cam'st thou now
To murder, murder our solemnity?

Our instruments to melancholy bells,
Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change

O mischief, thou art swift
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!

Meager were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones

Meager were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones

Noting this penury to myself I said,
“And if a man did need a poison now
Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.”

They longed to marry, but their parents forbade. Love, however, cannot be forbidden.

Every morning when the dawn had put out the stars, and the sun's rays had dried the hoarfrost on the grass, they would steal to the crack and, standing there, now utter words of burning love and now lament their hard fate, but always in softest whispers.

She ventured to go back to the tree of the tryst, the mulberry with the shining white fruit.

The comments section erupted in howls of outrage...but I was intrigued. Suddenly, I was curious to find out what I thought of a work I hadn't revisited in more than two decades.

The lovers' haste to marry strains credulity—it seems (though Rosenberg doesn't quite say this) like a childish fantasy of love at first sight.

For Romeo and Juliet, in other words, youth and age seem less like solid, immutable categories than like tropes. They're devices manipulated by Juliet or Romeo to give force to their sense of indignation or specialness.

The bodies remained in the no-man's land of besieged Sarajevo for nearly four days before Serbian forces surrounding the city sent some Muslim prisoners to gather them.

The bodies remained in the no-man's land of besieged Sarajevo for nearly four days before Serbian forces surrounding the city sent some Muslim prisoners to gather them.

"War intervened in love—that's the problem," Ismic says. "In such situations, the laws of love do not exist. Only the laws of war."

Montages are often used when a director has access to only still images of a person or event.