Wally and Kuki
Don't own Romeo and Juliet that belongs to the greatest play writer in the world William Shakespeare. Will be written like his play so if thee do not like olden speak then thee shall nit read.
Buddy: Hey guys I'm just leaving; Shakespeare ain't my thing. *Walks out of Room*
Girls: Hey guys! And most of you know our mom was a major mythology nut, in addition she was a lover a Shakespeare; as kids she made all of us; (Quads, Beckah, and the twins) read Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet was mandatory to learn by heart, mom did, so us girls did so it will be line for line. It also will take place in Shakespearean times but with the characters so enjoy! First chap will be the cast and who they are for people who don't know the wonderful things about Romeo and Juliet.
Cast:
Romeo: Wally-
Juliet: Kuki-
Tybalt: Ace
Friar Lawrence: Maurice
Mercutio: Hoagie
Montague: Mr. Beatles-
Lady Montague:
Paris: Sandy (For obvious reasons)
Benvolio: Joey
Prince Escalus: Nigel
Friar John: Harvey-
Balthasar: Tommy
Sampson & Gregory: two OC's Sam and Greg because we can't think of anyone.
Abram: Lee
The Apothecary: OC
Peter: Paddy
Rosaline: she does not appear in the play so she will just be called Rosaline
The Chorus: Numbuh 74.239-
'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 loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought 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.'
SCENE I. Verona. A public place.Sam and Greg enter the house of Sanban, armed with swords, Sam speaks. "Greg, o' my word, we'll not carry coals."
Greg replied, looking at his friend."No, for then we should be colliers."
Sam replies. "I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw."
Greg speaks to his friend. "Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar."
Sam replied swinging his sword."I strike quickly, being moved."
Greg responds. "But thou art not quickly moved to strike." he says lunging toward him with his sword.
Sam replies. "A dog of the house of Beatles moves me."
Greg responds. "To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away."
"A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Beatles'." Said Sam swinging his sword.
Greg blocked his friends blow, "That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall."
Sam replies. "True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Beatles' men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall."
Greg moved out of Sam's grasp as he swung his sword. "The quarrel is between our masters and us their men."
Sam responds, blocking his blow. "'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids, and cut off their heads."
Greg replies. "The heads of the maids?"
"Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt." says Sam
Greg replies. "They must take it in sense that feel it."
Sam replies with pride. "Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.
Greg responds. "'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes two of the house of the Beatles." he said indicating Lee and Tommy who have just appeared.
Sam glances in the direction and speaks. "My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee."
Greg looks at his friend. "How! turn thy back and run?"
"Fear me not." Sam says
Greg responds. "No, marry; I fear thee!"
"Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin."
"I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it a they list." said Greg.
"Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it." said Sam biting his finger. (For those of you who do not know; biting your thumb to them is like us showing our middle finger, at least that's what Kelly told us...(Kelly is a friend she can be well...Kelly sometimes lol on with the story!)
Lee, upon seeing Sam bite his thumb speaks. "Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?"
Sam replies smugly. "I do bite my thumb, sir."
Lee looked at Sam and questioned him. "Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?" he asked.
Sam turns to Greg and speaks. "Is the law of our side, if I say ay?"
Greg responds flat out. "No."
Sam turns his attention back to Lee and speaks. "No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir."
Greg asks. "Do you quarrel, sir?"
"Quarrel sir! no, sir." Lee exclaims.
Sam responds. "If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you."
"No better." said Lee.
"Well, sir." says Sam.
"Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen." says Greg.
"Yes, better, sir." says Sam
"You lie." says Lee.
"Draw, if you be men. Greg, remember thy swashing blow."
They began to fight just as Hoagie enters, he notices the three quarreling right away and speaks to them. "Part, fools! Put up your swords; you know not what you do."
They looked at each other and threw down their swords.
At that point Ace walked in and noticed the four, he spoke. "What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Hoagie, look upon thy death."
Hoagie responded "I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me."
"What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Beatles, and thee: Have at thee, coward!" Said Ace and they begin to fight with the Sam and Greg in which several of both houses, who join the fray; over time random citizens came bearing with them clubs.
A citizen spoke. "Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down! Down with the Sanbans! down with the Beatles!
Then Sanban and Lady Sanban enter, coming to see what the ruckus was all about.
Sanban spoke. "What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!"
Lady Sanban replied. "A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?"
"My sword, I say! Old Beatles is come, And flourishes his blade in spite of me."
Then Beatles and Lady Beatles come in. Sensing a fight, Lady Beatles tries to hold back her husband.
"Thou villain Sanban,-Hold me not, let me go." said Beatles
"Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe." said Lady Beatles strictly.
Then Nigel and his attendants walked in, upon seeing the fight Nigel spoke. "Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,- Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage With purple fountains issuing from your veins, On pain of torture, from those bloody hands Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground, And hear the sentence of your moved prince. Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, By thee, old Sanban, and Beatles, Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets, And made Verona's ancient citizens Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, To wield old partisans, in hands as old, Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate: If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. For this time, all the rest depart away: You Sanban; shall go along with me: And, Beatles, come you this afternoon, To know our further pleasure in this case, To old Free-town, our common judgment-place. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart."
Everyone quietly leaves except for Beatles, Lady Beatles and Joey.
Beatles speaks to Joey. "Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?"
Joey responds. "Here were the servants of your adversary, And yours, close fighting ere I did approach: I drew to part them: in the instant came The fiery Ace, with his sword prepared, Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears, He swung about his head and cut the winds, Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn: While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, Came more and more and fought on part and part, Till prince Nigel came, who parted either part."(Hehe who woulda thunk, Prince Nigel lol sorry on with the story)
Lady Beatles looked at her nephew and spoke. "O, where is Wallabee? saw you him to-day? Right glad I am he was not at this fray."
Joey responded. "Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the east, A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad; Where, underneath the grove of sycamore That westward rooteth from the city's side, So early walking did I see your son: Towards him I made, but he was ware of me And stole into the covert of the wood: I, measuring his affections by my own, That most are busied when they're most alone, Pursued my humour not pursuing his, And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me."
Beatles spoke. "Many a morning hath he there been seen, With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew. Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs; But all so soon as the all-cheering sun Should in the furthest east begin to draw The shady curtains from Aurora's bed, Away from the light steals home my heavy son, And private in his chamber pens himself, Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out And makes himself an artificial night: Black and portentous must this humour prove, Unless good counsel may the cause remove."
Joey looked up at his uncle and spoke. "My noble uncle, do you know the cause?"
Beatles replied. "I neither know it nor can learn of him."
"Have you importuned him by any means?"
"Both by myself and many other friends: But he, his own affections' counsellor, Is to himself-I will not say how true- But to himself so secret and so close, So far from sounding and discovery, As is the bud bit with an envious worm, Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow. We would as willingly give cure as know." said Beatles to his nephew.
Then Wally enters.
Joey speaks. "See, where he comes: so please you, step aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied."
"I would thou wert so happy by thy stay, To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away." said Beatles to his wife as they walked away.
Joey looked at his cousin. "Good-morrow, cousin."
"Is the day so young?"
"But new struck nine."
"Ay me! sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast?"
"It was. What sadness lengthens Wally's hours?"
"Not having that, which, having, makes them short." Wally replied.
"In love?" Joey questioned.
"Out-" said Wally.
"Of love."
"Out of her favour, where I am in love."
"Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!"
"Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Here's much to do with hate, but more with love. Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this. Dost thou not laugh?" said Wally.
"No, coz, I rather weep."
"Good heart, at what?"
"At thy good heart's oppression."
"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: this love that thou hast shown Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet. Farewell, my coz." said Wally.
"Soft! I will go along; An if you leave me so, you do me wrong."
"Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here; This is not Wallabee, he's some other where."
"Tell me in sadness, who is that you love." said Joey.
"What, shall I groan and tell thee?"
"Groan! why, no. But sadly tell me who."
"Bid a sick man in sadness make his will: Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill! In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman."
"I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved."
"A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love."
"A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit."
"Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit; And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd, From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold: O, she is rich in beauty, only poor, That when she dies with beauty dies her store." said Wally.
"Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?"
"She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste, For beauty starved with her severity Cuts beauty off from all posterity. She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair, To merit bliss by making me despair: She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow Do I live dead that live to tell it now."
"Be ruled by me, forget to think of her." said Joey
"O, teach me how I should forget to think."
"By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine other beauties."
"'Tis the way To call hers exquisite, in question more: These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows Being black put us in mind they hide the fair; He that is strucken blind cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost: Show me a mistress that is passing fair, What doth her beauty serve, but as a note Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair? Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget."
"I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt." said Joey
OKAY REVIEW AND TELL US WHAT YOU THINK! we hope it's okay, it's been so long since we had to recite Romeo and Juliet, and we never were really good with reciting the lines of the convo with Romeo and Benvolio AKA Wally and Joey, so please review and tell us how we are doing!
