The Language of ShakespeareHow is the language of Shakespeare’s

Romeo and Juliet different from the language we use?

Identify the differences.

Translate Shakespeare’s words into modern language.

Explain the meaning of important lines from Act I of Romeo and Juliet.

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To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand.

Therefore, if thou art moved, thou run’st away.

Gregory to Sampson

To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand.

Therefore, if thou art moved, thou run’st away.

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What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?

Turn thee, Benvolio; look upon thy death.

Tybalt to Benvolio

What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?

Turn thee, Benvolio; look upon thy death.

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Thou villain Capulet! – Hold me not; let me go.

Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.

Montague and Lady Montague

Thou villain Capulet! – Hold me not; let me go.

Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.

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Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,

Too rude, too boist’rous, and it pricks like a thorn

Romeo to Mercutio

Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,

Too rude, too boist’rous, and it pricks like a thorn

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Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!

Thou talk’st of nothing.

Romeo to Mercutio

Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!

Thou talk’st of nothing.

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Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!

Thou wast the prettiest babe that e’er I nursed.

And I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish.

Nurse to Juliet

Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!

Thou wast the prettiest babe that e’er I nursed.

And I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish.

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I have rememb’red me; thou’s hear our counsel.

Thou knowest my daughter’s of a pretty age.

Lady Capulet to Nurse

I have rememb’red me; thou’s hear our counsel.

Thou knowest my daughter’s of a pretty age.

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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,

And find delight writ there with beauty’s pen

Lady Capulet to Juliet

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,

And find delight writ there with beauty’s pen

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Give me a torch. I am not for this ambling.

Being but heavy, I will bear the light.

Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.

Romeo and Benvolio

Give me a torch. I am not for this ambling.

Being but heavy, I will bear the light.

Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.

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I fear too early, for my mind misgives

Some consequence yet hanging in the stars

Shall bitterly begin this fearful date.

Romeo to Benvolio

I fear too early, for my mind misgives

Some consequence yet hanging in the stars

Shall bitterly begin this fearful date.

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Welcome, gentlemen! Ladies that have their toes

Unplagued by corns will walk about with you.

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She that makes dainty,

She I’ll swear hath corns.

Capulet

Welcome, gentlemen! Ladies that have their toes

Unplagued by corns will walk about with you.

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She that makes dainty,

She I’ll swear hath corns.

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Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!

For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.

Romeo

Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!

For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.

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It fits when such a villain is a guest.

I’ll not endure him.

He shall be endured.

What, goodman boy! I say he shall. Go to!

Am I the master here or you? Go to!

Tybalt and Capulet

It fits when such a villain is a guest.

I’ll not endure him.

He shall be endured.

What, goodman boy! I say he shall. Go to!

Am I the master here or you? Go to!

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I will withdraw; but this intrusion shall,

Now seeming sweet, convert to bitt’rest gall.

Tybalt

I will withdraw; but this intrusion shall,

Now seeming sweet, convert to bitt’rest gall.

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O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do!

They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

Saints do not move, though grant for prayers sake.

Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take.

Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purged.

Romeo and Juliet

O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do!

They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

Saints do not move, though grant for prayers sake.

Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take.

Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purged.

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My only love, sprung from my only hate!

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Prodigious birth of love it is to me

That I must love a loathed enemy.

Juliet

My only love, sprung from my only hate!

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Prodigious birth of love it is to me

That I must love a loathed enemy.