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summerize scene 5
Transcript of summerize scene 5
Explain symbolic example of dark and light
dark=wicked fiend, disobedient wench
light=young pomegranate tree
Light represents good things and the dark represents bad things in the world
What could the upsetting thought in line 54 to 57 possibly foreshadow?
Juliet acts ill, then later in the book she acts dead and romeo kills himself
What is the dramatic irony in 121-123?
Juliet says she would marry Romeo over Paris because she did but her parents don't know that.
Summarize scene 5
Juliet confesses love to Romeo
Juliet argues with maid and lady Capulet about
marring Paris over Romeo
Juliet has a vision of romeo pale in a grave tomb
Hows Juliet reaction similar to Romeo's?
Juliet and Romeo are very young so they are very emotional when they shouldn't be
Why are you leaving? It’s still a long time until sunrise. Don’t be scared. That sound you heard was the
The lark sings in the morning, the nightingale sings at night.
nightingale, not the lark. Every night the nightingale chirps on that pomegranate tree. Believe me, my love, it was the nightingale.
It was the lark, the bird that sings in the morning, not the nightingale. Look, my love, what are those streaks of light in the clouds coming from the east? It is night, and the morning is coming. If I want to live, Then I have to go. If I stay, then I’ll die.
That's not daylight, I'm positive. It is a meteor that's from the sun. which is your light tonight, so you can stay a little longer.
Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.
Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree.
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east.
Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I.
It is some meteor that the sun exhales
To be to thee this night a torchbearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua.
Therefore stay yet. Thou need’st not to be gone.