Yo! What it do?! This week on Thug Notes we gettin'
love struck with Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare.
Up in the slinky part of Verona, two families called the Montagues
and the Capulets been beefin' since forever.
After dodgin' all that war in the streets,
big daddy Montegue and his boo-lady Montegue start talkin'
about their Emo son, Romeo, who got it bad for some fox, Rosaline.
But Rosaline ain't feelin' it.
And now Romeo mopin' around like he done lost his nuts.
So Romeo's homie-os, Benvolio and Mercutio, try to get his mind off
that trick by crashin' a party over at the Capulet's crib.
But as soon as Romeo peeps the most tappable ass
in Juliet Capulet, he forgets all about that Rosalineness
and steps up to holla' like a champ.
Romeo loves himself some fast women so he drops his a-game,
gets a little lip action, and snags those digits! Get it, Romeo!
Then Romeo creeps up to Juliet's balcony.
Turns out she bat-[bleep] crazy in love with him too!
But since their families got so much beef,
they gotta keep it all on the D.L.
Next day, Romeo and Juliet run off to local preacher man
Friar Lawrence's spot and get hitched!
Later, Benvolio and Mercutio takin' it easy when Tibalt,
the baddest mo-fo of all the Capulets,
steps up and starts talkin' [bleep].
Mercutio boot up and start scrapin' with Tibalt
till Romeo busts in and tries to break it up!
But Romeo just gets in the way and Tibalt shanks Mercutio.
Damn!
Romeo goes from whiny bitch
to the hardest thug in the streets and straight murds Tibalt.
The price of Verona had it with all this gang violence,
so he boots Romeo right out of town!
When Juliet's mama say she gotta marry
some candy-ass scrub named Paris, Juliet gets all torn up
and hits up Friar Lawrence for some help.
Fri Daddy comes up with the plan to fake Juliet's death
by givin' her some juice that makes her take a long ass nap!
Then he gonna write Romeo a letter, sayin' all he has to do
is play it cool and once Juliet wakes up,
Romeo will have a lifetime some [inaudible] poontang.
Problem is the letter never makes it to Romeo!
So when hears Juliet bit the dust, he thinks this [bleep]s for real!
Romeo straight flips!
So he rolls up to Juliet's crypt, peeps her layin' stiff,
and throws back some poison.
When Juliet wakes up and sees his dead body,
she gets all crump, grabs a knife, and kills herself.
Teenagers, man. Damn!
Peep this motif, blood!
Willy Shake's flippin' opposites all up in this play.
Love, hate, youth, age, life, death..
I ain't even trippin'.
Even characters got opposites.
For example, while Benvolio be all chill and peace lovin',
Tibalt always comin' out hard, tryin' to throw down.
[bleep]! You can even peep these paradoxes in the text, B.
My only love sprung from my only hate.
My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
But Willy ain't just playin'.
All these clashin' opposites makin' that dramatic action mo' intense!
Listen up, partna!
The full title of this play is The Most Excellent...
and Lamentable Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet.
'Cept, is it really a tragedy?
Some homies don't think so.
See in most tragedies the characters got something
in their dome that's so [bleep]ed up that,
no matter what, they gonna' end up feelin' the hurt.
Peeps called this The Tragic Flaw.
Thang is, some thugs say Romeo and Juliet
ain't rollin' with no tragic flaws!
It ain't their fault that [bleep] gets so cray!
But what is tragic is that something else is trippin' up their game:
Chance.
All throughout this play, fate doin' our lovers straight dirty.
Just look at all these ridiculous coincidences.
That letter don't find Romeo,
the Friar too late in stoppin' 'em,
Juliet wakes up right after Romeo bit the big one,
I could go on, playa!
So when the prologue sayin' that these kids be star crossed,
maybe it's cuz' the heavens got it in for these fools.
But maybe it ain't fate so much as it is
kids actin' like stupid little [bleep]s.
Some say Romeo and Juliet's tragic flaw
be a love all insane in the membrane!
And they willin' to do anything to keep it real.
Even Friar Laurence say that [bleep] gonna sin.
These violent delights have violent ends.
And in their triumph, die like fire and powder,
which, as they kiss, consume.
The sweetest honey is loathsome in his own deliciousness.
And in the taste confounds the appetite.
Therefore love moderately.
Love love doth so.
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Could be they ain't sinnin' at all,
but that the world that they live in is just too twisted
to deal with the love as pure as theirs.
Maybe it ain't our lovers that got the flaw, son.
Maybe it's the world.
But all scholars agree it will be a damn tragedy
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