Shakespeare/Romeo and Juliet/Close reading

Listen to the audio version of the scene and complete the activities. Try to think about the specific and wider effects of language use (micro/macro).

Act I, scene v
Romeo and Juliet meet for the first time. Rom. If I profane with my unworthiest hand     This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:     My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand     To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,     Which mannerly devotion shows in this;     For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,     And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in pray'r. Rom. O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do! They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. Rom. Then move not while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg'd. [Kisses her.] Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have took. Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd! Give me my sin again. [Kisses her.] Jul. You kiss by th' book. Questions:

Act III, scene i
Mer. I am hurt. A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone and hath nothing? Ben. What, art thou hurt? Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, 'tis enough. Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. [Exit Page.] Rom. Courage, man. The hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door;     but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me to-morrow, and you     shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this     world. A plague o' both your houses! Zounds, a dog, a rat, a     mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic! Why the devil     came you between us? I was hurt under your arm. Rom. I thought all for the best. Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio,     Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me. I have it,     And soundly too. Your houses! [Exit. [supported by Benvolio]. Rom. This gentleman, the Prince's near ally,     My very friend, hath got this mortal hurt     In my behalf- my reputation stain'd     With Tybalt's slander- Tybalt, that an hour     Hath been my kinsman. O sweet Juliet,     Thy beauty hath made me effeminate     And in my temper soft'ned valour's steel Enter Benvolio. Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead! That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds,     Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. Rom. This day's black fate on moe days doth depend;     This but begins the woe others must end. Enter Tybalt. Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. Rom. Alive in triumph, and Mercutio slain? Away to heaven respective lenity,     And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now! Now, Tybalt, take the 'villain' back again     That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul     Is but a little way above our heads,     Staying for thine to keep him company. Either thou or I, or both, must go with him. Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,     Shalt with him hence. Rom. This shall determine that. They fight. Tybalt falls. Ben. Romeo, away, be gone! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain. Stand not amaz'd. The Prince will doom thee death     If thou art taken. Hence, be gone, away! Rom. O, I am fortune's fool! Questions 1.