{"id":1146,"date":"2014-04-16T07:17:56","date_gmt":"2014-04-16T11:17:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.summerofjim.com\/?p=1146"},"modified":"2014-04-16T07:23:26","modified_gmt":"2014-04-16T11:23:26","slug":"deja-vu-all-over-again-act-ii-scene-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/?p=1146","title":{"rendered":"D\u00e9j\u00e0 Vu, All Over Again: Act II, Scene 2"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"romeo<\/a><\/p>\n

\u201cBut, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?<\/p>\n

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.<\/p>\n

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,<\/p>\n

Who is already sick and pale with grief,<\/p>\n

That thou her maid art far more fair than she:<\/p>\n

Be not her maid, since she is envious\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAye me!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe speaks:<\/p>\n

O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art<\/p>\n

As glorious to this night\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cO Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat man art thou that thus bescreen’d in night<\/p>\n

So stumblest on my counsel?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cBy a name
\nI know not how to tell thee who I am:
\nMy name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
\nBecause it is an enemy to thee;
\nHad I it written, I would tear the word.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?<\/p>\n

The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,<\/p>\n

And the place death, considering who thou art,<\/p>\n

If any of my kinsmen find thee here.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI have night’s cloak to hide me from their sight;
\nAnd but thou love me, let them find me here\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!<\/p>\n

Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.<\/p>\n

Stay but a little, I will come again.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cO blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
\nBeing in night, all this is but a dream,
\nToo flattering-sweet to be substantial.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI come, anon \u2013<\/p>\n

A thousand times good night\u201d<\/p>\n

{Romeo, alarmed by the sound of the approaching Nurse, loses his grip of the balcony wall, and falls backwards to the gorse bush in the garden below.\u00a0\u00a0 He passes out, sharp thorns covering his entire body\u2014\u00a0<\/i>Romeo awakens}<\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cMe thinks I have seen this scene before.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAye me!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cShe speaks:
\nO, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
\nAs glorious to this night\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cO Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cShall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhat man art thou that thus bescreen’d in night
\nSo stumblest on my counsel?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cBy a name
\nI know not how to tell thee who I am\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
\nThe orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
\nAnd the place death, considering who thou art,
\nIf any of my kinsmen find thee here.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNot your kinsman, it is the gorse bush I fear.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
\nAnon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
\nStay but a little, I will come again.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cO blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
\nBeing in night, all this is but a dream,
\nOr maybe a nightmare.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI come, anon \u2013<\/p>\n

A thousand times good night\u201d<\/p>\n

{Romeo, alarmed by the sound of the approaching Nurse, loses his grip of the balcony wall, and falls backwards to the gorse bush in the garden.\u00a0 He passes out, sharp thorns covering his entire body, even penetrating his cod piece —\u00a0<\/i>Romeo awakens}<\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhat pain is this?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAye me!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cShe speaks:
\nO, speak again, bright angel!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cO Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cShall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhat man art thou that thus bescreen’d in night
\nSo stumblest on my counsel?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cBy a name
\nI know not how to tell thee who I am\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
\nThe orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
\nAnd the place death, considering who thou art,
\nIf any of my kinsmen find thee here.\u201d
\n\u201cPray wait while a change into a doublet of thicker cloth,<\/p>\n

But for your sweet embrace and single kiss<\/p>\n

I would endure a bed of thorns,<\/p>\n

Still I must vouchsafe my personal parts\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
\nAnon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
\nStay but a little, I will come again.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cO blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
\nIf the gorse bush claims me again,<\/p>\n

I may suffer injury that will prevent me from<\/p>\n

Producing progeny.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI come, anon \u2013<\/p>\n

A thousand times good night\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

{Romeo, alarmed by the sound of the approaching Nurse, loses his grip of the balcony wall, and falls backwards to the gorse bush in the garden below.\u00a0 Sharp thorns cover his entire body, he tries removing thorns from his manhood; but passes out in pain \u2013\u00a0<\/i>Romeo awakens}<\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cVex the gods!\u00a0 I own more thorns than the bush!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAye me!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cShe speaks.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cO Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cShall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhat man art thou that thus bescreen’d in night
\nSo stumblest on my counsel?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cIt is but Romeo, is thy nurse nearby?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u201cHow camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
\nThe orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
\nAnd the place death, considering who thou art,
\nIf any of my kinsmen find thee here.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI have night’s cloak to hide me from their sight;
\nAlthough it is of no use should I end up in the gorse bush.<\/p>\n

My fair, doth your family own property elsewhere?<\/p>\n

Perhaps lacking a garden?<\/p>\n

Failing that, perhaps you could move<\/p>\n

Your suite to the ground floor?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
\nAnon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
\nStay but a little, I will come again.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cO blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
\nHave your Nurse come to me should I fall.<\/p>\n

She can attend to my personal parts<\/p>\n

As I will be in need of more than one<\/p>\n

Form of relief.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI come, anon \u2013<\/p>\n

A thousand times good night\u201d<\/p>\n

{Romeo, sneezes once, twice, thrice, loses his grip of the balcony wall, and falls backwards to the gorse bush in the garden below, gripped by the thorns, unable to move, he gives in to tortured sleep \u2013\u00a0<\/i>Romeo awakens}<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is the cause of this cursed dream that plagues me?<\/p>\n

Maybe an undigested bit of beef,<\/p>\n

A blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese,<\/p>\n

A fragment of underdone potato?<\/p>\n

Who comes?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

{Mercutio enters}<\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAye, not Capulet, nor kinsman, it is your friend Mercutio\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAlas dear friend, dreams of the lovely Capulet maiden weigh heavy,<\/p>\n

Help me shake these apparitions from my eye!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cPerhaps this tale of two Elderly women<\/p>\n

Staying at Grossingers will lighten your mind.<\/p>\n

One says, \u2018The food here is horrible.\u2019<\/p>\n

And the other rejoins,<\/p>\n

\u2018And such small portions!\u2019 \u201c<\/p>\n

\u201cHah-Hah! Well played! Let us off to the bawdy house!\u201d<\/p>\n

{Laughing, Romeo and Mercutio exit}\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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