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O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle: If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him.

O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle: If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him. That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune; For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, But send him back . Juliet Act III, 5, 60. Sir Thomas More. First Ballad

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O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle: If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him.

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  1. O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle: If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him. That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune; For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, But send him back. Juliet Act III, 5, 60

  2. Sir Thomas More • First Ballad • to the tune of "Lewis the lost lover." • Eye-flattering Fortune! look thou ne'er so fair, •      Or ne'er so pleasantly begin to smile, • As though thou wouldst my ruin all repair, •      During my life thou shalt not me beguile; •      Trust shall I God to enter in erewhile, • His haven of havens sure and uniform:— • After a calm I still expect the storm.*

  3. A pair of star-cross'd lovers • my mind misgivessome consequence yet hanging in the stars • ROMEOO, I am fortune's fool! (3.1.11) • I defy you, stars! • FRIAR LAURENCEUnhappy fortune! (5.2.2) • O, herewill I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh.
(5.3.6)

  4. FRIAR LAURENCE 
Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too?
Andsteep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour
Is guilty of this lamentable chance!
(5.3.7) • FRIAR LAURENCE 
I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest
Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep:
A greater power than we can contradict
Hath thwarted our intents. 
(5.3.8)

  5. Who or what is responsible for the tragedy that unfolds? Coincidence? Tragic flaw? A combination of the two?

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