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Post by Hermione Granger on Jul 17, 2007 12:59:23 GMT -5
She nodded, pointing at the page "Here is where I was reading if you want to run some lines with me" she says smiling at him
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Post by Lance Carter on Jul 17, 2007 13:02:58 GMT -5
OOC: what do you want to be the lines I start with?
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Post by Hermione Granger on Jul 17, 2007 13:04:16 GMT -5
ooc: start with I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
She stared at him, waiting for him to start
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Post by Lance Carter on Jul 17, 2007 13:06:11 GMT -5
Lance looked at the book and then spoke a part of Romeo. "I take thee at thy word:Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;Henceforth I never will be Romeo." he said.
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Post by Hermione Granger on Jul 17, 2007 13:10:54 GMT -5
She smiled slightly "What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsel?" she said softly, rolling onto her back and looking at him
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Post by Lance Carter on Jul 17, 2007 13:12:16 GMT -5
He continued to stare at the book just a bit before speaking again. " By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee;Had I it written, I would tear the word." he said glancing at her a bit.
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Post by Hermione Granger on Jul 17, 2007 13:16:25 GMT -5
"My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound: Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?" she says smiling brightly at him
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Post by Lance Carter on Jul 17, 2007 13:17:48 GMT -5
" Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike." he continued to read out of the book then gave her a quick smile when she smiled at him.
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Post by Hermione Granger on Jul 17, 2007 13:23:18 GMT -5
"How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here" she said as she scooted closer to him, resting her gaze on the book
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Post by Lance Carter on Jul 17, 2007 13:24:24 GMT -5
He was still looking at hte book as he spoke the next lines. " With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do that dares love attempt; Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me."
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Post by Hermione Granger on Jul 17, 2007 13:27:29 GMT -5
"If they do see thee, they will murder thee." she said as if she was actually saying them to someone she actually cared about
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Post by Lance Carter on Jul 17, 2007 13:30:00 GMT -5
Lance once again glanced at her before saying the next line. He was not really speaking in his low voice anymore though. But in a different kind of voice. "I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; And but thou love me, let them find me here: My life were better ended by their hate, Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love."
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Post by Hermione Granger on Jul 17, 2007 13:30:44 GMT -5
She looekd over at him, noticing how his voice level was changing "By whose direction found'st thou out this place?"
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Post by Lance Carter on Jul 17, 2007 13:32:13 GMT -5
" By love, who first did prompt me to inquire; He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise."
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Post by Hermione Granger on Jul 17, 2007 13:33:37 GMT -5
"Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, My true love's passion: therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered" She recieted, smiling at him as her voice changed to a level where it seemed like she was saying the words to her own love
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