Romeo and juliet by Jaxon Cook

Dear reader

27jcook — 2024-05-17 12:47:30 UTC

My Romeo and Juliet multi genre project is about the overarching theme of the play "Romeo and Juliet". The overarching theme of the play is LOVE. The wanted poster shows Romeo would do anything for Juliet even if it meant dying. The business card goes with the theme because if Romeo didn't meet Juliet this all wouldn't have started. the map shows how Romeo found his way into Juliet's heart. The texts messages shows how they talked to each other. The post card shows them still talking to each other after Romeo was banished.

wanted poster

27jcook — 2024-05-17 12:54:12 UTC

Romeo was wanted by Tybalt because he wanted to kill him. some evidence to show that
Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?TYBALT: What wouldst thou have with me?MERCUTIO: Good king of cats, nothing but one of your ninelives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as youshall use me hereafter, dry beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out .TYBALTI am for you.[Drawing]ROMEO: Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.80MERCUTIOCome, sir, your passado.[They fight]ROMEO: Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons. Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage! Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streets: Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio![ TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies with his followers ]MERCUTIOI am hurt. A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone, and hath nothing? BENVOLIO: What, art thou hurt? MERCUTIO: Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. This show that Tybalt wanted to kill Romeo and his friend.

business card

27jcook — 2024-05-17 18:05:12 UTC

This goes with the part when Romeo help Juliet's dad with reading the party invitations. Romeo and Benvolio help a servant read the guest list for a party at the Capulet house.Romeo

What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight?

Servant

I know not, sir.

Romeo

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night

As a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear —

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.

So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,

As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.

The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand And, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight, For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

A map

27jcook — 2024-05-17 18:12:39 UTC

Romeo Found his way into Juliet's heart. here is some evidence to show that. He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

⌜Enter Juliet above.⌝

But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
It is my lady. O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.

I am too bold. ’Tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, ⌜do⌝ entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those
stars
As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
JULIET Ay me.
ROMEO, ⌜aside⌝ She speaks.
O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art
30 As glorious to this night, being o’er my head,
As is a wingèd messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturnèd wond’ring eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
JULIET
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name,
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
ROMEO, ⌜aside⌝
Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
JULIET
’Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face. O, be some other name
45 Belonging to a man.
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose

By any other word would smell as sweet.
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
50 Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And, for thy name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.

text messages

27jcook — 2024-05-17 18:19:07 UTC

This shows that even though they are apart they still love each other 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 vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.

post card

27jcook — 2024-05-17 18:24:02 UTC

This shows that they stay in touch far apart. Here is some evidence to show this. But soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!—
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.But soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!—
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.