I need a really good soliloquy from Romeo and Juliet?
I need to find a soliloquy..about 10-15 lines long.
It can only be from act 1-3.
and my teacher changed it a little to make it easier for us, the character doesn't have to be talking to themselves, it can basically be anything the character says.
I want something meaningful and a really good soliloquy! (by any character)
THANKYOU SO MUCH !
- Anonymous9 years agoFavorite Answer
Yeah, my last name's Capulet, so this year i was expected to be the "ROmeo and Juliet expert".
This is when Romeo's going on a rant about Rosaline and abut his pathetic love life (You have to admit, he IS being a bit over-dramatic!)
Why, such is love's transgression.
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown
Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
Farewell, my coz.
A bit crazy, don't you think so?
Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit
With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;
And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.
She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:
O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,
That when she dies with beauty dies her store.
'Tis the way
To call hers exquisite, in question more:
These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows
Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
What doth her beauty serve, but as a note
Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.
Capulet talking to Paris about Juliet
And too soon marr'd are those so early made.
The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,
She is the hopeful lady of my earth:
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,
My will to her consent is but a part;
An she agree, within her scope of choice
Lies my consent and fair according voice.
This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,
Whereto I have invited many a guest,
Such as I love; and you, among the store,
One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
At my poor house look to behold this night
Hope this helps! Montague is pure awesomeness! And my last name's Capulet!Source(s): Life, and all it's failures, obsenities, and pain...