Jul: Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day. it was the nightingale, not the lark that piece'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; nightly she sings on yound pomegranate tree. believe me, me my love it was the nightingale
Rom: it was the lark, the herald of the morn, no nightingale.
she wants him to stay, so they can make love one more time; he fears for his life, he wants to go. Finally she convinces him; and now he wants to stay, and she longer wants him to stay
Augusto Boal has a very good point with this passage of Shakspear the sensible thing is not always the thing i want but i will always come round to it in the end suddenly don't hate juliet as much as i did when i was 13 might even stoop to seeing my least favourte tudor play ever again. although any play would do at the mo am hungry for the theater. this quote is from a chapture on the counter will the ideas that are in our head that stop us from going after the thing we want without thoughts for other people and so forth. It is all fasinating although i do not think i have exsplained it that well.
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