Презентация к внеурочному занятию из серии "Почитаем Шекспира вместе (Ромео и Джульетта)".

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  William Shakespeare
  
  Romeo and Juliet
  
  

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  PERSONS REPRESENTED
  Montague, Capulet, Heads of two Houses at variance with each
  
  Lady Montague, Wife to Montague. 
  Lady Capulet, Wife to Capulet.
  Tybalt, Nephew to Lady Capulet. 
  Juliet, Daughter to Capulet.
  Nurse to Juliet.
  An Old Man, Uncle to Capulet
  Romeo, Son to Montague
  Mercutio, Kinsman to the Prince, and Friend to Romeo. 
  Benvolio, Nephew to Montague, and Friend to Romeo. 
  Friar Lawrence, a Franciscan. 
  
  Citizens of Verona; several Men and Women, relations to both 
  houses; Maskers, Guards, Watchmen, and Attendants.
  PROLOGUE
  Chorus
  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;
  Whose 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.
  

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  SCENE I.
  A street.
  
  CAPULET
  But Montague is bound as well as I,
  In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,
  For men so old as we to keep the peace.
  PARIS
  Of honourable reckoning are you both;
  And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.
  But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
  CAPULET
  But saying o'er what I have said before:
  My child is yet a stranger in the world;
  She hath not seen the change of fourteen years,
  Let two more summers wither in their pride,
  Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.
  PARIS
  Younger than she are happy mothers made.
  Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant
  CAPULET
  And too soon marr'd are those so early made.
  The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,
  She is the hopeful lady of my earth:
  But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,
  My will to her consent is but a part;
  An she agree, within her scope of choice
  Lies my consent and fair according voice.
  This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,
  Whereto I have invited many a guest,
  Such as I love; and you, among the store,
  One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
  And like her most whose merit most shall be:
  Which on more view, of many mine being one
  May stand in number, though in reckoning none,
  Come, go with me.
  Go, sirrah, trudge about
  Through fair Verona; find those persons out
  Whose names are written there, and to them say,
  My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
  
  Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS
  

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  SERVANT
  Find them out whose names are written here! It is
  written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his
  yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with
  his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am
  sent to find those persons whose names are here
  writ, and can never find what names the writing
  person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time.
  Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO
  BENVOLIO
  Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,
  One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
  Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
  One desperate grief cures with another's languish:
  Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
  And the rank poison of the old will die.
  ROMEO
  Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.
  BENVOLIO
  For what, I pray thee?
  
  
  
  
  ROMEO
  For your broken shin.
  BENVOLIO
  Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
  ROMEO
  Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is;
  Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
  Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow.
  SERVANT
  God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?
  ROMEO
  Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
  SERVANT
  Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I
  pray, can you read any thing you see?
  ROMEO
  Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
  SERVANT
  Ye say honestly: rest you merry!
  
  
  

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  ROMEO
  Stay, fellow; I can read.
  'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;
  County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady
  widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely
  nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine
  uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece
  Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin
  Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair
  assembly: whither should they come?
  
  SERVANT
  Up.
  ROMEO
  Whither?
  SERVANT
  To supper; to our house.
  ROMEO
  Whose house?
  SERVANT
  My master's.
  ROMEO
  Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.
  SERVANT
  Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the
  great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house
  of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.
  Rest you merry!
  Exit
  

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  SCENE II. A room in Capulet's house.
  Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse
  
  LADY CAPULET
  Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.
  NURSE
  Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,
  I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!
  God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!
  Enter JULIET
  JULIET
  How now! who calls?
  NURSE
  Your mother.
  JULIET
  Madam, I am here.
  What is your will?
  
  LADY CAPULET
  This is the matter:--Nurse, give leave awhile,
  We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again;
  I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.
  Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.
  NURSE
  Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
  LADY CAPULET
  She's not fourteen.
  NURSE
  I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,--
  And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four--
  She is not fourteen. How long is it now
  To Lammas-tide?
  LADY CAPULET
  A fortnight and odd days.
  

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  Nurse
  Even or odd, of all days in the year,
  Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.
  Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!--
  For the year of the earthquake she could stand alone;
  nay, by the rood,
  She could have run and waddled all about;
  For even the day before, she broke her brow:
  And then my husband--God be with his soul!
  A' was a merry man--took up the child:
  'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?
  Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;
  Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame,
  The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'
  To see, now, how a jest shall come about!
  I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,
  I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he;
  And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'
  LADY CAPULET
  Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.
  Nurse
  Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,
  To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'
  And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow
  A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;
  A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly:
  'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face?
  Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;
  Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'
  JULIET
  And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
  Nurse
  Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
  Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed:
  An I might live to see thee married once,
  I have my wish.
  

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  LADY CAPULET
  Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme
  I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
  How stands your disposition to be married?
  JULIET
  It is an honour that I dream not of.
  Nurse
  An honour! were not I thine only nurse,
  I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.
  
  LADY CAPULET
  Well, think of marriage now; younger than you,
  Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
  Are made already mothers: by my count,
  I was your mother much upon these years
  That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:
  The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
  Nurse
  A man, young lady! lady, such a man
  As all the world--why, he's a man of wax.
  LADY CAPULET
  Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
  Nurse
  Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.
  LADY CAPULET
  What say you? can you love the gentleman?
  This night you shall behold him at our feast;
  Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,
  The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride
  For fair without the fair within to hide:
  That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
  That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;
  So shall you share all that he doth possess,
  By having him, making yourself no less.
  

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  Nurse
  No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men.
  LADY CAPULET
  Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?
  JULIET
  I'll look to like, if looking liking move:
  But no more deep will I endart mine eye
  Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
  Enter a Servant
  Servant
  Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you
  called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in
  the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must
  hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.
  LADY CAPULET
  We follow thee.
  Exit Servant
  Juliet, the county stays.
  Nurse
  Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
  Exeunt
  
  
  

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  SCENE III. A street.
  Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others
  ROMEO
  What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
  Or shall we on without a apology?
  BENVOLIO
  The date is out of such prolixity:
  We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,
  But let them measure us by what they will;
  We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.
  ROMEO
  Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling;
  Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
  MERCUTIO
  Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
  ROMEO
  Not I, believe me
  MERCUTIO
  You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,
  And soar with them above a common bound.
  ROMEO
  I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:
  Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
  MERCUTIO
  And, to sink in it, should you burden love;
  Too great oppression for a tender thing.
  ROMEO
  Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
  Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
  MERCUTIO
  If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
  BENVOLIO
  Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in,
  But every man betake him to his legs.
  ROMEO
  A torch for me: let wantons light of heart
  Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels,
  Nay, that's not so.
  
  
  

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  MERCUTIO
  I mean, sir, in delay
  We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
  ROMEO
  And we mean well in going to this mask;
  But 'tis no wit to go.
  MERCUTIO
  Why, may one ask?
  ROMEO
  I dream'd a dream to-night.
  MERCUTIO
  And so did I.
  ROMEO
  Well, what was yours?
  MERCUTIO
  That dreamers often lie.
  ROMEO
  In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
  BENVOLIO
  Strike, drum.
  Exeunt
  SCENE IV. A hall in Capulet's house.
  Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house,
  meeting the Guests and Maskers
  CAPULET
  Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes
  Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you.
  Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all
  Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,
  She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?
  Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day
  That I have worn a visor and could tell
  A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
  Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone:
  You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play.
  A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.
  More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,
  And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
  How long is't now since last yourself and I
  Were in a mask?
  

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  Second Capulet
  By'r lady, thirty years.
  CAPULET
  What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much:
  'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,
  Come pentecost as quickly as it will,
  Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.
  Second Capulet
  'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir;
  His son is thirty.
  CAPULET
  Will you tell me that?
  His son was but a ward two years ago.
  ROMEO
  What lady is that, which doth
  enrich the hand
  Of yonder knight?
  Servant
  I know not, sir.
  ROMEO
  O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
  The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
  And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
  Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
  For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
  TYBALT
  This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
  Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave
  Come hither?
  Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
  To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.
  CAPULET
  Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?
  TYBALT
  Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,
  CAPULET
  Young Romeo is it?
  TYBALT
  'Tis he, that villain Romeo.
  

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  TYBALT
  'Tis he, that villain Romeo.
  CAPULET
  Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;
  He bears him like a portly gentleman;
  And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
  To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:
  TYBALT
  It fits, when such a villain is a guest:
  I'll not endure him.
  CAPULET
  He shall be endured:
  What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;
  Am I the master here, or you? go to.
  You'll not endure him!
  TYBALT
  Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.
  CAPULET
  Go to, go to;
  You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed?
  TYBALT
  Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
  Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
  I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall
  Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.
  Exit
  

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  ROMEO
  If I profane with my unworthiest hand
  This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
  My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
  To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
  JULIET
  Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
  Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
  For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
  And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
  ROMEO
  Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
  JULIET
  Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
  ROMEO
  O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
  They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
  JULIET
  Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
  ROMEO
  Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
  Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
  JULIET
  Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
  ROMEO
  Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
  Give me my sin again.
  JULIET
  You kiss by the book.
  Nurse
  Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
  

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  to be continued…