Your favourite bit, aside from O, she doth teach the torches to shine bright! and But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
(I love Willy when he does the puppet word shadow order thing – okay, okay, I’ll keep practicing – remember that delicious Though hast by moonlight at her window sung from A Midsummer Night’s Dream a couple of posts back?)
Mine’s got to be the nurse dealing with the big sleep. But first it would be unfair not to bow to the boys who land some lovely love lines. Take Mercutio.
By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh,
And the demesnes that there adjacent lie…
What. To say I’ll show you my demesnes if you show me yours would sound a bit odd. But good for adding a bit of carnal intrigue and suspenders.
Or Romeo’s corker.
…The all-seeing sun
Ne’er saw her match, since first the world begun.
[Sssh, don’t tell Jules: the fickle fawn talks of Rosaline.]
So. Take it away, nursey-nurse.
She’s thinking Juliet’s bought the farm. It’s show time, folks.
O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
Most lamentable day! Most woful day,
That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
Never was seen so black a day as this:
O woful day, O woful day!
Sounds like a limoncello hangover to me.
Sensational hand-flapping discombobulation at its best, don’t you think?
Time for my bottle.
Thanks for being here.
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