Answer the individual questions. Your answers need to be spelled correctly.
Who speaks these lines?
Her body sleeps in Capels' monument.
And her immortal part with angels lives.
I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault
And presently took post to tell it you.
Who speaks these lines?
Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law
Is death to any he that utters them.
Who speaks these lines?
My poverty but not my will consents.
Who speaks these lines?
Now must I to the monument alone.
Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake.
She will beshrew me much that Romeo
Hath had no notice of these accidents.
Who speaks these lines?
O, I am slain! If thou be merciful.
Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
Who speaks these lines?
Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
Thou art not conquered. Beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Who speaks these lines?
Here's to my love! O true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
To whom are these lines spoken?
O, I am slain! If thou be merciful.
Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
These lines have an example of what literary term?
Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
Thou art not conquered. Beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Who speaks these lines?
Suspecting that we both were in a house
Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
Sealed up the doors, and would not let us forth.
So that my speed to Mantua there was stayed.
Who speaks these lines?
Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe
That unsubstantial Death is amorous,
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
Who speaks these lines?
Come, come away.
Thy husband in thy bosom lies dead,
And Paris, too. Come, I'll dispose of thee
Among a sisterhood of holy nuns.
Who speaks these lines?
Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!
This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die.
Who speaks these lines?
See what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.
And I, for winking at your discords too,
Have lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punished.
Who speaks these lines?
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardoned, and some punished;
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.