Mercutio This cannot anger him. 'Twould anger him To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle Of some strange nature, letting it there stand Till she had laid it and conjured it down. That were some spite. My invocation Is fair and honest, and in his mistress' name I conjure only but to raise up him. Read more about Act 2, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: Innuendo
Mercutio Nay, I'll conjure too. [He calls over the wall into the garden] [To Benvolio] [To Romeo] Benvolio Mercutio Benvolio Mercutio Benvolio [Exit] Read more about Act 2, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "conjure"
Romeo A sick man, in sadness, makes his will — A word ill-urged to one that is so ill. In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. Read more about Act 1, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "a word ill-urged"
Prince If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. Read more about Act 1, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: Language
Prince If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. Read more about Act 1, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: Blank Verse
Benvolio At thy good heart's oppression. Romeo Why, such is love's transgression. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, Which thou wilt propagate to have it pressed With more of thine. This love that thou hast shown Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs — Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet. Read more about popup_note_index_item 4492
Montague But he his own affection's counsellor Is to himself — I will not say how true — Read more about popup_note_index_item 4490
