Passage From Shakespeare Novels & Stories

'Journeys end. Journeys end, wait a minute' He unfolded a paper and started reading, Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? ‘It’s not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies not plenty; Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure. (Note: it's written by Shakespeare)

"I can't believe you just got into the shower without even undressing." "A moment's break from your gaze is an eternity pass," I whispered in her ear as she began to undress me. Adrian giggled, "You do know that's Juliet's line? Not Romeo's." "How would I know? I flunked out of school before I could learn about Romeo and Juliet." "It wasnt even in the actual play, it was in this stupid video of it. Do you at least know something from Shakespeare?" she asked pulling down my pants and underwear giving me relief.

The actors are too good to not demand attention. "You like it, don't you?" I ask, resting a hand under my chin as I watch him. "No, I don't," he says but his eyes don't leave the stage. He shifts a little closer as if to watch more closely when Romeo climbs over the balcony and cups Juliet's face between his hands. I smile to myself. Never did I expect to be watching this Shakespearean drama with Xavier Everest. We are more suited for Macbeth. It wasn't my first choice either. Rose gave me the idea, saying that it will bother her brother and get me some much-needed entertainment.

Before he could say anything, Cam and the two boys push my mate onto the stage and then say, “Wait, Mr. Colon, Faye wants to try out for Juliet.” He nods his head before handing her the sheet we were on, then tells her she can read whatever lines she wants; she nods her head and takes a deep breath before letting it out slowly. “Oh, to be some other name! What’s in a name? That which we call a rose, by another name, would smell as sweet. So Romeo would- were he not Romeo called- retain that dear perfection which he owns without that title. Romeo, remove the name, and for that name, which is no part of these, take all myself.”, she says with so much emotion. “I take you at these words. Call m

"Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's end, nought could remove, Is now the two hours traffic of our stage; The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend." "Can anyone explain to the class what this passage is and does?" The

"Oh God, stop you sound like a bad actor! 'Eternal devotion'? Who talks like that?" He pinned my wrists gently above my head, leaning down close, breath hot on my neck. "But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and you are the sun forgive this fool for his jealousy, my queen." "Queen? Okay, Shakespeare now? You're killing me, stop, I can't breathe!" I gasped between laughs, but tears were pricking too, happy ones, because he was trying so hard, being all sweet and gentle, not his usual gruff self.

Claire commented enthused by his passion. "Why don't we try a quick reading? Here," he said passing her a script, "just read these lines for me. Titania has just woken after being enchanted to fall in love with whomever she first sees. This is what she says to her new love." Eager to please, Claire stood with her legs apart and bare chest thrust out and, holding the script in her left hand, allowed her other arm to wave dramatically as she spoke.

“What’s that famous quote about the whole world being a movie?” “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and their entrances …” “Clever, clever girl,” she says, which I should find maybe insulting, infantilizing, but I don’t. “It’s not so impressive, knowing a little Shakespeare.” “Please don’t diminish yourself,” she says. “It’s the worst thing a woman can do, especially in your position.”

"Igor, if you will provide our... leading lady with her first test?" The hulking brute handed Hailey a script, opened to some indecipherable Shakespearean tragedy. She glanced over the pages, swallowing hard - no doubt realizing from the thickets of iambic pentameter the herculean effort awaiting. I leaned back and steepled my fingers, savoring the panic flickering across her features. "You may begin whenever you're ready, Miss Hailey. But sing your lines with truth and conviction... else this could get very unpleasant for you."

Any resemblance to actual events, incidents or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ •Epigraph “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.” —William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream ©Jidderh_khidir P.S, do not steal my work!