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three times. This triple curse, directed at the Montague and Capulet houses, almost literally comes true. Due to an unfortunate coincidence – a plague quarantine imposed by the city guards – Friar John is unable to deliver a letter informing the exiled Romeo that Juliet is not dead but asleep. As a result, both Romeo and Juliet perish.
"An example of how Shakespeare added biblical references to what he found in his sources can be seen in the passage in Hall relating the death of Warwick's brother. Hall simply says: “He [Lord Fitzwater] was slayne, and with hym the Bastard of Salisbury, brother to the erle of Warwycke, a valeaunt yong gentelman." (3.181).
Romeo and Juliet's love seems to be expressing the "Religion of Love" view rather than the Catholic view. Another point is that, although their love is passionate, it is only consummated in marriage, which keeps them from losing the audience's sympathy. [42] The play arguably equates love and sex with death.
In, again, Macbeth, the entire play "is done upon a stronger and more systematic principle of contrast than any other of Shakespear's plays." [304] He notes that "a certain tender gloom overspreads the whole" of Cymbeline. [31] Romeo and Juliet shows "the whole progress of human life" in which "one generation pushes another off the stage."
Sonnet 12 is one of 154 sonnets written by the English playwright and poet William Shakespeare.It is a procreation sonnet within the Fair Youth sequence.. In the sonnet, the poet goes through a series of images of mortality, such as a clock, a withering flower, a barren tree and autumn, etc.
The sonnet seems to be firmly against mourning after death, but really it is for mourning the dead but only in a timely manner. "The sonnet's first-person subject demands that mourning—even if it lasts only for one minute or one day—coincides with, rather than succeed, the death knell that will "Give warning to the world that I am fled."
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MACBETH. She should have died hereafter. There would have been a time for such a word. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow; a poor player,