figurative
give me give me
Repation
i would i knew noy why it should be slow'd look
he was the only one that knew
my father capulet will have it so,and i am nothing slow to slack his haste.
i...haste i will not slow him down by being slow myself
who gave juliet the potion?
friar lawrence gave her the potion
inundation
flood
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins that almost freezes up the heat of life
metaphor
if i do so, it will be of more price being spoken behind your back,then to to your face.
juliet is saying its more valuable to speak to someones face than behind there back
you say you do not know the lady's mind uneven is the course i like it not
uneven of course irregular is the plan.
minded
thought about
what with loathsome smells, and shrieks like mandrakes
simile
the tears have got small victory by that, for it was bad enough before the spite
shes saying the victory was small but it was worth it
my leisure serves me,pensive daughter, now. my lord,we must entreat the time alone
entreat alone ask to have this time to ourselves
price
value
o me, o me
repetitive
it strains me past the compass of my wits
beyond the ability of my mind to find a remedy
shield
forbid
that cop'st with death himself to scape from it,
that bargains with death itself to escape from it
presently
at once