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A venomous blood feud divides the powerful clans of the Montagues and the Capulets in the medieval city of Verona, unfolding William Shakespeare's eternal story of teenage love. Starring: Leonard Whiting, Olivia Hussey, Milo O'Shea, Michael York, John McEnery, Pat Heywood, Natasha Parry, Robert Stephens.
A venomous blood feud divides the powerful clans of the Montagues and the Capulets in the medieval city of Verona, unfolding William Shakespeare's eternal story of teenage love. Starring: Leonard Whiting, Olivia Hussey, Milo O'Shea, Michael York, John McEnery, Pat Heywood, Natasha Parry, Robert Stephens.
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00:00Two households, both alike in dignity in fair Verona where we lay our scene.
00:30From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
00:42From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life,
00:53Whose misadventured piteous overthrows, Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
01:05The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.
01:23Art is all one.
01:33Here come the house of the Montagues.
01:35Ah, good morrow.
01:38Ah, good morrow to you, sir.
01:41Quarrel, I will back thee.
01:44Right, fear me not.
01:47Come, return.
01:57Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
02:01I do bite my thumb, sir.
02:04Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
02:07Look at them.
02:08No, sir.
02:09Ah.
02:10I do not bite my thumb at you, sir.
02:13But I do bite my thumb, sir.
02:15Ah.
02:16Do you quarrel, sir?
02:20Quarrel, sir?
02:21No, no.
02:22No, sir.
02:23If you do, sir, I am for you.
02:25I serve as good a man as you.
02:27No better?
02:28Yes.
02:29Better, sir.
02:34You lie.
02:38Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha.
02:41End, end, end, end, end, end, end.
02:45Labour, Labour.
02:46Help him, sir.
02:48Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
02:50Draw!
02:52Draw, if you be men!
02:53Step here, remember this washing blow!
02:55Help!
02:58Straight up on you!
02:59Kill the Capulets!
03:01Take that!
03:03I'll feed you!
03:08Help!
03:09Help me!
03:10Capulets!
03:12Take up for me!
03:13Help!
03:14Help!
03:17Hard fools!
03:18Put up your swords!
03:19You know not what you do!
03:21The prince hath expressly forbid disbanding in Verona's streets.
03:24Here come the Capulets!
03:29Gibalt!
03:30Capulets!
03:31Kinsman!
03:40What?
03:41Art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
03:48Turn thee, Benvolio.
03:49Look upon thy death.
03:50I do, but keep the peace.
03:51Put up thy sword, or manage it to part these men with me.
03:55What?
03:56Drawn?
03:57And talk of peace?
04:00I hate the word.
04:01As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.
04:04Have it thee, coward!
04:05Capulets!
04:06Montague!
04:07Montague!
04:08Montague!
04:12Capulets!
04:13Capulets!
04:23Now hide thee home! Fragment!
04:25Vaila!
04:55My noble uncle! My noble uncle!
04:58What?
05:00My sword! My sword!
05:03Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.
05:07Fool me not. Let me go.
05:10Montague!
05:11Montague!
05:14To the village of July!
05:16Come on!
05:24No way!
05:25No way!
05:28Be a land! Be a land!
05:41Outstripe thee! Come on!
05:46Come on!
05:50Oh, oh!
06:00The Prince! Is coming!
06:02What have you weapon?
06:04The Prince! The Prince!
06:10Here comes the Prince!
06:12What have you weapon, son?
06:14The Prince!
06:16Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, throw your mistempered weapons to the ground.
06:28And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
06:39Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word by thee, old Capulet.
06:45And Montague have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets.
06:56If ever you disturb our streets again, your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
07:06For this time, all the rest depart away!
07:12You Capulet shall go along with me, and Montague come you this afternoon.
07:23Once more, on pain of death, all men depart!
07:34Where is Romeo?
07:49Saw you him today?
07:51Right glad I am he was not at this prayer.
07:53Madam, an hour before the worshipped sun peered forth the golden window of the east.
07:59A troubled mind drove me to walk abroad.
08:02Where, underneath the grove of Sycamore, so early walking did I see your son.
08:07Towards him I made, but he was aware of me, and stole into the cover of the wood.
08:14Many a morning hath he there been seen.
08:27See when he comes!
08:28So please you, step aside. I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.
08:42I would thou wert so happy by thy stay to hear true shrift.
08:47Come, madam, let's away.
08:48Come, madam, let's away.
09:17Come, madam, let's go.
09:18Come, madam, let's go.
09:19Come, madam, let's go.
09:20Come, madam, let's go.
09:21Come, madam, let's go.
09:22Come, madam, let's go.
09:23Good morrow, cousin.
09:24Is the day so young?
09:27But you struck nine.
09:28I mean...
09:29Sad hours seem long.
09:30Was that my father that went hence her fast?
09:45Hmm?
09:46It was.
09:47Hmm.
09:56What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours.
09:59Not having that, which having makes them short.
10:06Hmm.
10:07Hmm.
10:08But, Romeo, farewell, cuz.
10:12Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
10:15Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
10:21Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
10:24God me, what frails here?
10:26Tell me not, for I have heard it all.
10:32He has much to do with hate, more with love.
10:40So, I will go along.
10:48But Montague is bound, as well as I, in penalty alike.
10:55And it is not hard, I think, for men as old as we to keep the peace.
10:59Of honourable reckoning are you both, and pity tis, you lived at odds so long.
11:07But, but now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
11:13But saying all what I have said before.
11:16My child is yet a stranger in the world.
11:21She hath not seen the change of fourteen years.
11:29Let two more summers wither in their pride, ere we may think I rive to be a bride.
11:34Younger than she, a happy mother's maid.
11:36And too soon marred are those so early made.
11:48The earth hath swallowed all my hopes, but she.
11:52She is the hopeful lady of my earth.
11:55But woo her gentle parries.
11:57Get her heart.
11:58My will to her consent is not a part.
12:00Peter, this night I hold an old, accustomed feast,
12:08whereto I have invited many a guest, such as I love.
12:11You, among the store, one more.
12:13Most welcome makes my number more.
12:24Nurse, where's my daughter?
12:26Call her forth to me.
12:27Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve years old, I'm about to come.
12:31Where is the girl?
12:32Juliet!
12:33Juliet!
12:35Where is the girl?
12:38Juliet!
12:39Where is the girl?
12:41Juliet!
12:44How now?
12:45Who calls?
12:46Your mother!
12:47Your lady mother!
12:48Your mother!
12:57Make haste, girl!
12:58Make haste!
12:59Where are you?
13:00Madam, I am here.
13:02What is your will?
13:04This is the matter.
13:06Make haste, girl.
13:07Come on, come on.
13:08Nurse, um, give leave a while.
13:09We must talk in secret.
13:10Oh, please.
13:11Oh, please.
13:31Oh, nurse, come back again.
13:32I have remembered me.
13:34Thou's here, our council.
13:37Thou, nurse, my daughter's of a pretty age.
13:39Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
13:42She's not fourteen.
13:43I'll lay fourteen of my teeth.
13:45And yet to my teen, be it spoke, I have but four.
13:47She's not fourteen.
13:48How long is it now to Lammer's time?
13:50A fortnight, an odd day.
13:52Even or odd, of all the days of the year, come Lammer's Eve, at night shall she be fourteen.
13:57Susan and she, God rest all Christian souls, were of an age.
14:01Well, Susan is with God, she was too good for me.
14:04But as I said on Lammer's Eve, at night shall she be fourteen.
14:07That shall she marry, I remember it well.
14:10My lord and you were then at Manchua, nay I do bear a brain.
14:15For then she could, she could stand high lone.
14:18Nay, by the rude, she could have run and waddled all about.
14:21For even the day before she broke her brow.
14:24And then my husband, oh, God rest his soul, or what a merry man, took up the child.
14:30Yea, quoth thee, dost thou fall upon thy face?
14:34Though wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit, wilt thou not jewels?
14:38Nurse!
14:39And by my only dame, the pretty wretch left crying and said aye.
14:43Enough of this, I pray thee, hold thy peace.
14:52Yes, madam.
14:55Now, Juliet.
14:59God mark thee to his grace, thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed.
15:05And I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish.
15:09Marry!
15:10That marry is the very theme I came to talk of.
15:14Tell me, daughter Juliet, how stands your disposition to be married?
15:27It is an honor that I dream not of.
15:29An honor?
15:30Were I not thine only nurse, I would say thou hast such wisdom from my teat.
15:35Well, think of marriage now.
15:37Younger than you, here in Verona, ladies of esteem are made already mothers.
15:42By my count, I was your mother much upon these years that you are now a maid.
15:47Oh, yes, I remember.
15:48Thus then, in brief, the valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
15:55A man, young lady, lady such as all the world. Why, he's a man of wax.
16:01Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
16:04Nay, he's a flowery, Payton.
16:05Shhh!
16:08What say you?
16:10Can you love the gentleman?
16:14Madam! Madam!
16:16The guests have come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for.
16:20We follow.
16:21We follow.
16:23Speak briefly.
16:24Can you like of Paris, love?
16:26Ah.
16:28I look to like, if looking liking move.
16:32But no more deep will I endowpt mine eye, than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
16:38Juliet.
16:42Juliet.
16:43The county stays.
16:45Madam, I come.
16:48Go, girl.
16:50Seek happy nights for happy days.
16:52Ha, ha, ha.
16:53Ha, ha, ha.
16:54Give me a case to put my visage in.
17:16A visor for a visor.
17:18A visor for a visor! What care I, what curious I doth coat deformities! Here are the beetle-brows shall blush for thee!
17:33What shall this speech be, spoke for our excuse, or shall we on without apology?
17:37The date is out of such prolixity. Let them measure us by what they will. We'll measure them a measure and be gone.
17:43Come, knock and enter, and no sooner in but every man betake him to his legs.
17:50And we mean well in going to this masque, but tis no whit to go. Why, may one ask?
17:58I dreamt a dream tonight. And so did I.
18:03Well, what was yours?
18:05That dreamers often lie.
18:09In bed asleep while they do dream things true.
18:14Oh, that I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
18:18Queen Mab?
18:19She is...
18:23She is the fairy's midwife.
18:27And she comes in state no bigger than an agate stone on the forefinger of an alderman.
18:34Drawn with a team of little atomies athwart men's noses as they lie asleep.
18:39Her wagon spokes are made of long spinner's legs and the cover of the wings of grasshoppers.
18:48The traces of the smallest spider's web and the collars zoom of the moonshine's watery beams.
18:57Her whip, crack, is a cricket's bone, the lash of film.
19:05And in this state she gallops night by night through lovers' brains.
19:10And then they dream of love.
19:13Her lady's lips, who straight on kisses dream.
19:17Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues because their breaths with sweetmeat tainted are.
19:28And sometime comes she with a tithe pig's tail.
19:32Tickling a parson's nose as he lies asleep.
19:35Then dreams he of another benefice.
19:39Sometimes she dry before a soldier's neck.
19:49And then dreams he of clacking foreign throats.
19:53Of breeches and discados, Spanish blades, drums in his ear.
19:57At which he starts and wakes, and being thus flighted,
20:00swears a prayer or two.
20:01And sleeps again.
20:08This is that very Mab that plaits the manes of horses in the night.
20:14And bakes the elf locks in foul slottish hairs,
20:18Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes.
20:22This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
20:26That presses them and learns them first to bear,
20:29Making them women of good carriage.
20:34This is she.
20:36This is she that...
20:38This...
20:41Is she.
20:50Peace, Mercutio, peace.
20:52Thou talk'st of nothing.
20:55Thou talk'st of nothing.
21:00True.
21:02True.
21:04True.
21:06I talk of dreams,
21:08Which are the children of an idle brain,
21:12Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
21:17Which is as thin of substance as the air,
21:21And more inconstant than the wind,
21:24Who woos even now the frozen bosom of the north,
21:28And being angered puffs away from thence,
21:32Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.
21:40This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves.
21:43Strike drum!
21:44Strike drum!
21:46Oh, lusted gentleman!
21:47Oh, lusted gentleman!
21:53Romeo, we shall arrive too late!
21:56I fear too early,
22:01For my mind misgives,
22:05Some consequence yet hanging in the stars,
22:09Shall bitterly begin his fearful date with this night's revels,
22:14And expire the term of a despised life,
22:20Closed in my breast,
22:22By some vile forfeit
22:25Of untimely death.
22:27But he that hath the steerage of my course,
22:37Direct my sail.
22:44In to my poor house!
22:46Sino, Martino!
22:48Welcome!
22:50Oh, my lovely...
22:52My lovely niece!
22:54Welcome all!
22:55Be very gentleman,
22:56And be lively ladies!
22:58Oh, ho, ho!
23:00Welcome, gentlemen!
23:01Oh, ho!
23:02I have seen the day that I have worn a visor,
23:04And put had a whispering tail in a fair lady's ear,
23:06Such as would please!
23:08Tis gone!
23:10You're welcome, gentlemen!
23:12Ladies!
23:25What have you done!
23:26You're welcome, gentlemen!
23:27What are you doing?
23:28The David of the talking
23:30Of the telling way to the world
23:31Oh, ho!
23:33Oh, ho!
23:34You're welcome, gentlemen!
23:36Oh, ho!
23:37O-hm!
23:38Oh, ho ho!
23:39Oh, ho, ho!
23:40Oh, ho, ho!
23:42Oh, ho, ho!
23:43Oh, my God.
24:13Oh, my God.
24:43Oh, my God.
25:13Oh, my God.
25:43Oh, my God.
26:13So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
26:17as yonder lady o'er her fellow shows.
26:21Did my heart laugh till now for swear its sight?
26:31For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
26:37This by his voice should be a Montague.
26:48Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe.
27:00A villain that is hither come in spite to scorn at our solemnity this night.
27:04Young Romeo, is it?
27:05Does a slave come hither covered in an antic face to flare and scorn at our solemnity?
27:10He bears it like a courtly, gentlemen.
27:12And to say truth, the roaner brags of him to be a virtuous and well-managed youth.
27:15But I would not for the wealth of all this town here in my house do him disparagement.
27:19Therefore, have patience, take no note of it.
27:22The Mareska!
27:24The Mareska!
27:26The Mareska!
29:30You're a princox.
29:33Be quiet or...
29:34I'll make you quiet.
33:57Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much.
35:24is purged.
35:35Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
35:39Sin from my lips?
35:42Oh, trespass sweetly urged.
35:45Give me my sin again.
35:48A rose will bloom.
35:52It then will fade.
35:57So does the youth.
36:03So does the fairest maid.
36:22The sum of the youth.