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The prologue of Romeo and Juliet calls the title characters “star-crossed lovers”—and the stars do seem to conspire against these young lovers.
Romeo is a Montague, and Juliet a Capulet. Their families are enmeshed in a feud, but the moment they meet—when Romeo and his friends attend a party at Juliet’s house in disguise—the two fall in love and quickly decide that they want to be married.
A friar secretly marries them, hoping to end the feud. Romeo and his companions almost immediately encounter Juliet’s cousin Tybalt, who challenges Romeo. When Romeo refuses to fight, Romeo’s friend Mercutio accepts the challenge and is killed. Romeo then kills Tybalt and is banished. He spends that night with Juliet and then leaves for Mantua.
Juliet’s father forces her into a marriage with Count Paris. To avoid this marriage, Juliet takes a potion, given her by the friar, that makes her appear dead. The friar will send Romeo word to be at her family tomb when she awakes. The plan goes awry, and Romeo learns instead that she is dead. In the tomb, Romeo kills himself. Juliet wakes, sees his body, and commits suicide. Their deaths appear finally to end the feud.
THE PROLOGUE
Enter Chorus .
Two households , both alike in dignity
( In fair Verona , where we lay our scene ) ,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny ,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean .
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life ;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife .
The fearful passage of their death-marked love
And the continuance of their parents’ rage ,
Which , but their children’s end , naught could remove ,
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage ;
The which , if you with patient ears attend ,
What here shall miss , our toil shall strive to mend .
( In fair Verona , where we lay our scene ) ,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny ,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean .
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life ;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife .
The fearful passage of their death-marked love
And the continuance of their parents’ rage ,
Which , but their children’s end , naught could remove ,
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage ;
The which , if you with patient ears attend ,
What here shall miss , our toil shall strive to mend .
Chorus exits .
ACT 1
Scene 1
Enter Sampson and Gregory , with swords and bucklers ,
of the house of Capulet .
of the house of Capulet .
SAMPSON
Gregory , on my word we’ll not carry coals .
GREGORY
No , for then we should be colliers .
SAMPSON
I mean , an we be in choler , we’ll draw .
GREGORY
Ay , while you live , draw your neck out of
collar .
collar .
SAMPSON
I strike quickly , being moved .
GREGORY
But thou art not quickly moved to strike .
SAMPSON
A dog of the house of Montague moves me .
GREGORY
To move is to stir , and to be valiant is to
stand . Therefore if thou art moved thou runn’st
away .
stand . Therefore if thou art moved thou runn’st
away .
SAMPSON
A dog of that house shall move me to stand . I
will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague’s .
will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague’s .
GREGORY
That shows thee a weak slave , for the weakest
goes to the wall .
goes to the wall .
SAMPSON
’Tis true , and therefore women , being the
weaker vessels , are ever thrust to the wall . Therefore
I will push Montague’s men from the wall and
thrust his maids to the wall .
weaker vessels , are ever thrust to the wall . Therefore
I will push Montague’s men from the wall and
thrust his maids to the wall .
GREGORY
The quarrel is between our masters and us
their men .
their men .
SAMPSON
’Tis all one . I will show myself a tyrant .
When I have fought with the men , I will be civil
with the maids ; I will cut off their heads .
When I have fought with the men , I will be civil
with the maids ; I will cut off their heads .
[11]ACT 1. SC. 1
GREGORY
The heads of the maids ?
SAMPSON
Ay , the heads of the maids , or their maidenheads .
Take it in what sense thou wilt .
Take it in what sense thou wilt .
GREGORY
They must take it in sense that feel it .
SAMPSON
Me they shall feel while I am able to stand ,
and ’tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh .
and ’tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh .
GREGORY
’Tis well thou art not fish ; if thou hadst , thou
hadst been poor-john . Draw thy tool . Here comes
of the house of Montagues .
hadst been poor-john . Draw thy tool . Here comes
of the house of Montagues .
Enter Abram with another Servingman .
SAMPSON
My naked weapon is out . Quarrel , I will back
thee .
thee .
GREGORY
How ? Turn thy back and run ?
SAMPSON
Fear me not .
GREGORY
No , marry . I fear thee !
SAMPSON
Let us take the law of our sides ; let them
begin .
begin .
GREGORY
I will frown as I pass by , and let them take it
as they list .
as they list .
SAMPSON
Nay , as they dare . I will bite my thumb at
them , which is disgrace to them if they bear it .
them , which is disgrace to them if they bear it .
He bites his thumb .
ABRAM
Do you bite your thumb at us , sir ?
SAMPSON
I do bite my thumb , sir .
ABRAM
Do you bite your thumb at us , sir ?
SAMPSON
, aside to Gregory
Is the law of our side if I
say ‘Ay’ ?
say ‘Ay’ ?
GREGORY
, aside to Sampson
No .
SAMPSON
No , sir , I do not bite my thumb at you , sir ,
but I bite my thumb , sir .
but I bite my thumb , sir .
GREGORY
Do you quarrel , sir ?
ABRAM
Quarrel , sir ? No , sir .
SAMPSON
But if you do , sir , I am for you . I serve as
good a man as you .
good a man as you .
ABRAM
No better .
[13]ACT 1. SC. 1
SAMPSON
Well , sir .
Enter Benvolio .
GREGORY
, aside to Sampson
Say ‘better’ ; here comes
one of my master’s kinsmen .
one of my master’s kinsmen .
SAMPSON
Yes , better , sir .
ABRAM
You lie .
SAMPSON
Draw if you be men . — Gregory , remember
thy washing blow .
thy washing blow .
They fight .
BENVOLIO
Part , fools !
Put up your swords . You know not what you do .
Drawing his sword .
Put up your swords . You know not what you do .
Enter Tybalt , drawing his sword .
TYBALT
What , art thou drawn among these heartless hinds ?
Turn thee , Benvolio ; look upon thy death .
Turn thee , Benvolio ; look upon thy death .
BENVOLIO
I do but keep the peace . Put up thy sword ,
Or manage it to part these men with me .
Or manage it to part these men with me .
TYBALT
What , drawn and talk of peace ? I hate the word
As I hate hell , all Montagues , and thee .
Have at thee , coward !
As I hate hell , all Montagues , and thee .
Have at thee , coward !
They fight .
Enter three or four Citizens with clubs or partisans .
CITIZENS
Clubs , bills , and partisans ! Strike ! Beat them down !
Down with the Capulets ! Down with the Montagues !
Down with the Capulets ! Down with the Montagues !
Enter old Capulet in his gown , and his Wife .
CAPULET
What noise is this ? Give me my long sword , ho !
LADY CAPULET
A crutch , a crutch ! Why call you for a
sword ?
sword ?
Enter old Montague and his Wife .
[15]ACT 1. SC. 1
CAPULET
My sword , I say . Old Montague is come
And flourishes his blade in spite of me .
And flourishes his blade in spite of me .
MONTAGUE
Thou villain Capulet ! — Hold me not ; let me go .
LADY MONTAGUE
Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe .
Enter Prince Escalus with his train .
PRINCE
Rebellious subjects , enemies to peace ,
Profaners of this neighbor-stainèd steel —
Will they not hear ? — What ho ! You men , you beasts ,
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
With purple fountains issuing from your veins :
On pain of torture , from those bloody hands
Throw your mistempered weapons to the ground ,
And hear the sentence of your movèd prince .
Three civil brawls bred of an airy word
By thee , old Capulet , and Montague ,
Have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets
And made Verona’s ancient citizens
Cast by their grave-beseeming ornaments
To wield old partisans in hands as old ,
Cankered with peace , to part your cankered hate .
If ever you disturb our streets again ,
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace .
For this time all the rest depart away .
You , Capulet , shall go along with me ,
And , Montague , come you this afternoon
To know our farther pleasure in this case ,
To old Free-town , our common judgment-place .
Once more , on pain of death , all men depart .
Profaners of this neighbor-stainèd steel —
Will they not hear ? — What ho ! You men , you beasts ,
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
With purple fountains issuing from your veins :
On pain of torture , from those bloody hands
Throw your mistempered weapons to the ground ,
And hear the sentence of your movèd prince .
Three civil brawls bred of an airy word
By thee , old Capulet , and Montague ,
Have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets
And made Verona’s ancient citizens
Cast by their grave-beseeming ornaments
To wield old partisans in hands as old ,
Cankered with peace , to part your cankered hate .
If ever you disturb our streets again ,
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace .
For this time all the rest depart away .
You , Capulet , shall go along with me ,
And , Montague , come you this afternoon
To know our farther pleasure in this case ,
To old Free-town , our common judgment-place .
Once more , on pain of death , all men depart .
All but Montague , Lady Montague ,
and Benvolio exit .
and Benvolio exit .
[17]ACT 1. SC. 1
MONTAGUE
, to Benvolio
Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach ?
Speak , nephew , were you by when it began ?
Speak , nephew , were you by when it began ?
BENVOLIO
Here were the servants of your adversary ,
And yours , close fighting ere I did approach .
I drew to part them . In the instant came
The fiery Tybalt with his sword prepared ,
Which , as he breathed defiance to my ears ,
He swung about his head and cut the winds ,
Who , nothing hurt withal , hissed him in scorn .
While we were interchanging thrusts and blows
Came more and more and fought on part and part ,
Till the Prince came , who parted either part .
And yours , close fighting ere I did approach .
I drew to part them . In the instant came
The fiery Tybalt with his sword prepared ,
Which , as he breathed defiance to my ears ,
He swung about his head and cut the winds ,
Who , nothing hurt withal , hissed him in scorn .
While we were interchanging thrusts and blows
Came more and more and fought on part and part ,
Till the Prince came , who parted either part .
LADY MONTAGUE
O , where is Romeo ? Saw you him today ?
Right glad I am he was not at this fray .
Right glad I am he was not at this fray .
BENVOLIO
Madam , an hour before the worshiped sun
Peered forth the golden window of the east ,
A troubled mind drove me to walk abroad ,
Where underneath the grove of sycamore
That westward rooteth from this city side ,
So early walking did I see your son .
Towards him I made , but he was ’ware of me
And stole into the covert of the wood .
I , measuring his affections by my own
( Which then most sought where most might not be
found ,
Being one too many by my weary self ) ,
Pursued my humor , not pursuing his ,
And gladly shunned who gladly fled from me .
Peered forth the golden window of the east ,
A troubled mind drove me to walk abroad ,
Where underneath the grove of sycamore
That westward rooteth from this city side ,
So early walking did I see your son .
Towards him I made , but he was ’ware of me
And stole into the covert of the wood .
I , measuring his affections by my own
( Which then most sought where most might not be
found ,
Being one too many by my weary self ) ,
Pursued my humor , not pursuing his ,
And gladly shunned who gladly fled from me .
MONTAGUE
Many a morning hath he there been seen ,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning’s dew ,
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs .
[19] ACT 1. SC. 1 But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Should in the farthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora’s bed ,
Away from light steals home my heavy son
And private in his chamber pens himself ,
Shuts up his windows , locks fair daylight out ,
And makes himself an artificial night .
Black and portentous must this humor prove ,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove .
With tears augmenting the fresh morning’s dew ,
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs .
[19] ACT 1. SC. 1 But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Should in the farthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora’s bed ,
Away from light steals home my heavy son
And private in his chamber pens himself ,
Shuts up his windows , locks fair daylight out ,
And makes himself an artificial night .
Black and portentous must this humor prove ,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove .
BENVOLIO
My noble uncle , do you know the cause ?
MONTAGUE
I neither know it nor can learn of him .
BENVOLIO
Have you importuned him by any means ?
MONTAGUE
Both by myself and many other friends .
But he , his own affections’ counselor ,
Is to himself — I will not say how true ,
But to himself so secret and so close ,
So far from sounding and discovery ,
As is the bud bit with an envious worm
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air
Or dedicate his beauty to the same .
Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow ,
We would as willingly give cure as know .
But he , his own affections’ counselor ,
Is to himself — I will not say how true ,
But to himself so secret and so close ,
So far from sounding and discovery ,
As is the bud bit with an envious worm
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air
Or dedicate his beauty to the same .
Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow ,
We would as willingly give cure as know .
Enter Romeo .
BENVOLIO
See where he comes . So please you , step aside .
I’ll know his grievance or be much denied .
I’ll know his grievance or be much denied .
MONTAGUE
I would thou wert so happy by thy stay
To hear true shrift . — Come , madam , let’s away .
To hear true shrift . — Come , madam , let’s away .
Montague and Lady Montague exit .
[21]ACT 1. SC. 1
BENVOLIO
Good morrow , cousin .
ROMEO
Is the day so young ?
BENVOLIO
But new struck nine .
ROMEO
Ay me , sad hours seem long .
Was that my father that went hence so fast ?
Was that my father that went hence so fast ?
BENVOLIO
It was . What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours ?
ROMEO
Not having that which , having , makes them short .
BENVOLIO
In love ?
ROMEO
Out —
BENVOLIO
Of love ?
ROMEO
Out of her favor where I am in love .
BENVOLIO
Alas that love , so gentle in his view ,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof !
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof !
ROMEO
Alas that love , whose view is muffled still ,
Should without eyes see pathways to his will !
Where shall we dine ? — O me ! What fray was here ?
Yet tell me not , for I have heard it all .
Here’s much to do with hate , but more with love .
Why then , O brawling love , O loving hate ,
O anything of nothing first create !
O heavy lightness , serious vanity ,
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms ,
Feather of lead , bright smoke , cold fire , sick health ,
Still-waking sleep that is not what it is !
This love feel I , that feel no love in this .
Dost thou not laugh ?
Should without eyes see pathways to his will !
Where shall we dine ? — O me ! What fray was here ?
Yet tell me not , for I have heard it all .
Here’s much to do with hate , but more with love .
Why then , O brawling love , O loving hate ,
O anything of nothing first create !
O heavy lightness , serious vanity ,
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms ,
Feather of lead , bright smoke , cold fire , sick health ,
Still-waking sleep that is not what it is !
This love feel I , that feel no love in this .
Dost thou not laugh ?
BENVOLIO
No , coz , I rather weep .
ROMEO
Good heart , at what ?
[23]ACT 1. SC. 1
BENVOLIO
At thy good heart’s oppression .
ROMEO
Why , such is love’s transgression .
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast ,
Which thou wilt propagate to have it pressed
With more of thine . This love that thou hast shown
Doth add more grief to too much of mine own .
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs ;
Being purged , a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes ;
Being vexed , a sea nourished with loving tears .
What is it else ? A madness most discreet ,
A choking gall , and a preserving sweet .
Farewell , my coz .
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast ,
Which thou wilt propagate to have it pressed
With more of thine . This love that thou hast shown
Doth add more grief to too much of mine own .
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs ;
Being purged , a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes ;
Being vexed , a sea nourished with loving tears .
What is it else ? A madness most discreet ,
A choking gall , and a preserving sweet .
Farewell , my coz .
BENVOLIO
Soft , I will go along .
An if you leave me so , you do me wrong .
An if you leave me so , you do me wrong .
ROMEO
Tut , I have lost myself . I am not here .
This is not Romeo . He’s some other where .
This is not Romeo . He’s some other where .
BENVOLIO
Tell me in sadness , who is that you love ?
ROMEO
What , shall I groan and tell thee ?
BENVOLIO
Groan ? Why , no . But sadly tell me who .
ROMEO
A sick man in sadness makes his will —
A word ill urged to one that is so ill .
In sadness , cousin , I do love a woman .
A word ill urged to one that is so ill .
In sadness , cousin , I do love a woman .
BENVOLIO
I aimed so near when I supposed you loved .
ROMEO
A right good markman ! And she’s fair I love .
BENVOLIO
A right fair mark , fair coz , is soonest hit .
ROMEO
Well in that hit you miss . She’ll not be hit
With Cupid’s arrow . She hath Dian’s wit ,
And , in strong proof of chastity well armed ,
[25] ACT 1. SC. 1 From love’s weak childish bow she lives uncharmed .
She will not stay the siege of loving terms ,
Nor bide th’ encounter of assailing eyes ,
Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold .
O , she is rich in beauty , only poor
That , when she dies , with beauty dies her store .
With Cupid’s arrow . She hath Dian’s wit ,
And , in strong proof of chastity well armed ,
[25] ACT 1. SC. 1 From love’s weak childish bow she lives uncharmed .
She will not stay the siege of loving terms ,
Nor bide th’ encounter of assailing eyes ,
Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold .
O , she is rich in beauty , only poor
That , when she dies , with beauty dies her store .
BENVOLIO
Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste ?
ROMEO
She hath , and in that sparing makes huge waste ;
For beauty , starved with her severity ,
Cuts beauty off from all posterity .
She is too fair , too wise , wisely too fair ,
To merit bliss by making me despair .
She hath forsworn to love , and in that vow
Do I live dead , that live to tell it now .
For beauty , starved with her severity ,
Cuts beauty off from all posterity .
She is too fair , too wise , wisely too fair ,
To merit bliss by making me despair .
She hath forsworn to love , and in that vow
Do I live dead , that live to tell it now .
BENVOLIO
Be ruled by me . Forget to think of her .
ROMEO
O , teach me how I should forget to think !
BENVOLIO
By giving liberty unto thine eyes .
Examine other beauties .
Examine other beauties .
ROMEO
’Tis the way
To call hers , exquisite , in question more .
These happy masks that kiss fair ladies’ brows ,
Being black , puts us in mind they hide the fair .
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost .
Show me a mistress that is passing fair ;
What doth her beauty serve but as a note
Where I may read who passed that passing fair ?
Farewell . Thou canst not teach me to forget .
To call hers , exquisite , in question more .
These happy masks that kiss fair ladies’ brows ,
Being black , puts us in mind they hide the fair .
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost .
Show me a mistress that is passing fair ;
What doth her beauty serve but as a note
Where I may read who passed that passing fair ?
Farewell . Thou canst not teach me to forget .
BENVOLIO
I’ll pay that doctrine or else die in debt .
They exit .
[27]ACT 1. SC. 2
Scene 2
Enter Capulet , County Paris , and a Servingman .
CAPULET
But Montague is bound as well as I ,
In penalty alike , and ’tis not hard , I think ,
For men so old as we to keep the peace .
In penalty alike , and ’tis not hard , I think ,
For men so old as we to keep the peace .
PARIS
Of honorable reckoning are you both ,
And pity ’tis you lived at odds so long .
But now , my lord , what say you to my suit ?
And pity ’tis you lived at odds so long .
But now , my lord , what say you to my suit ?
CAPULET
But saying o’er what I have said before .
My child is yet a stranger in the world .
She hath not seen the change of fourteen years .
Let two more summers wither in their pride
Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride .
My child is yet a stranger in the world .
She hath not seen the change of fourteen years .
Let two more summers wither in their pride
Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride .
PARIS
Younger than she are happy mothers made .
CAPULET
And too soon marred are those so early made .
Earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she ;
She’s the hopeful lady of my earth .
But woo her , gentle Paris , get her heart ;
My will to her consent is but a part .
And , she agreed , within her scope of choice
Lies my consent and fair according voice .
This night I hold an old accustomed feast ,
Whereto I have invited many a guest
Such as I love ; and you among the store ,
One more , most welcome , makes my number more .
At my poor house look to behold this night
Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light .
Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
When well-appareled April on the heel
Of limping winter treads , even such delight
[29] ACT 1. SC. 2 Among fresh fennel buds shall you this night
Inherit at my house . Hear all , all see ,
And like her most whose merit most shall be ;
Which , on more view of many , mine , being one ,
May stand in number , though in reck’ning none .
Come go with me .
Go , sirrah , trudge about
Through fair Verona , find those persons out
Whose names are written there , and to them say
My house and welcome on their pleasure stay .
Earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she ;
She’s the hopeful lady of my earth .
But woo her , gentle Paris , get her heart ;
My will to her consent is but a part .
And , she agreed , within her scope of choice
Lies my consent and fair according voice .
This night I hold an old accustomed feast ,
Whereto I have invited many a guest
Such as I love ; and you among the store ,
One more , most welcome , makes my number more .
At my poor house look to behold this night
Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light .
Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
When well-appareled April on the heel
Of limping winter treads , even such delight
[29] ACT 1. SC. 2 Among fresh fennel buds shall you this night
Inherit at my house . Hear all , all see ,
And like her most whose merit most shall be ;
Which , on more view of many , mine , being one ,
May stand in number , though in reck’ning none .
Come go with me .
To Servingman , giving him a list .
Go , sirrah , trudge about
Through fair Verona , find those persons out
Whose names are written there , and to them say
My house and welcome on their pleasure stay .
Capulet and Paris exit .
SERVINGMAN
Find them out whose names are written
here ! It is written that the shoemaker should
meddle with his yard and the tailor with his last , the
fisher with his pencil and the painter with his nets .
But I am sent to find those persons whose names
are here writ , and can never find what names the
writing person hath here writ . I must to the learned .
In good time !
here ! It is written that the shoemaker should
meddle with his yard and the tailor with his last , the
fisher with his pencil and the painter with his nets .
But I am sent to find those persons whose names
are here writ , and can never find what names the
writing person hath here writ . I must to the learned .
In good time !
Enter Benvolio and Romeo .
BENVOLIO
, to Romeo
Tut , man , one fire burns out another’s burning ;
One pain is lessened by another’s anguish .
Turn giddy , and be helped by backward turning .
One desperate grief cures with another’s languish .
Take thou some new infection to thy eye ,
And the rank poison of the old will die .
One pain is lessened by another’s anguish .
Turn giddy , and be helped by backward turning .
One desperate grief cures with another’s languish .
Take thou some new infection to thy eye ,
And the rank poison of the old will die .
ROMEO
Your plantain leaf is excellent for that .
BENVOLIO
For what , I pray thee ?
ROMEO
For your broken shin .
BENVOLIO
Why Romeo , art thou mad ?
ROMEO
Not mad , but bound more than a madman is ,
[31] ACT 1. SC. 2 Shut up in prison , kept without my food ,
Whipped and tormented , and — good e’en , good
fellow .
[31] ACT 1. SC. 2 Shut up in prison , kept without my food ,
Whipped and tormented , and — good e’en , good
fellow .
SERVINGMAN
God gi’ good e’en . I pray , sir , can you
read ?
read ?
ROMEO
Ay , mine own fortune in my misery .
SERVINGMAN
Perhaps you have learned it without
book . But I pray , can you read anything you see ?
book . But I pray , can you read anything you see ?
ROMEO
Ay , if I know the letters and the language .
SERVINGMAN
You say honestly . Rest you merry .
ROMEO
Stay , fellow . I can read .
Signior Martino and his wife and daughters ,
County Anselme and his beauteous sisters ,
The lady widow of Vitruvio ,
Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces ,
Mercutio and his brother Valentine ,
Mine Uncle Capulet , his wife and daughters ,
My fair niece Rosaline and Livia ,
Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt ,
Lucio and the lively Helena .
A fair assembly . Whither should they come ?
( He reads the letter . )
Signior Martino and his wife and daughters ,
County Anselme and his beauteous sisters ,
The lady widow of Vitruvio ,
Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces ,
Mercutio and his brother Valentine ,
Mine Uncle Capulet , his wife and daughters ,
My fair niece Rosaline and Livia ,
Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt ,
Lucio and the lively Helena .
A fair assembly . Whither should they come ?
SERVINGMAN
Up .
ROMEO
Whither ? To supper ?
SERVINGMAN
To our house .
ROMEO
Whose house ?
SERVINGMAN
My master’s .
ROMEO
Indeed I should have asked thee that before .
SERVINGMAN
Now I’ll tell you without asking . My
master is the great rich Capulet , and , if you be not
of the house of Montagues , I pray come and crush a
cup of wine . Rest you merry .
master is the great rich Capulet , and , if you be not
of the house of Montagues , I pray come and crush a
cup of wine . Rest you merry .
He exits .
BENVOLIO
At this same ancient feast of Capulet’s
[33] ACT 1. SC. 3 Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so loves ,
With all the admirèd beauties of Verona .
Go thither , and with unattainted eye
Compare her face with some that I shall show ,
And I will make thee think thy swan a crow .
[33] ACT 1. SC. 3 Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so loves ,
With all the admirèd beauties of Verona .
Go thither , and with unattainted eye
Compare her face with some that I shall show ,
And I will make thee think thy swan a crow .
ROMEO
When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehood , then turn tears to fire ;
And these who , often drowned , could never die ,
Transparent heretics , be burnt for liars .
One fairer than my love ? The all-seeing sun
Ne’er saw her match since first the world begun .
Maintains such falsehood , then turn tears to fire ;
And these who , often drowned , could never die ,
Transparent heretics , be burnt for liars .
One fairer than my love ? The all-seeing sun
Ne’er saw her match since first the world begun .
BENVOLIO
Tut , you saw her fair , none else being by ,
Herself poised with herself in either eye ;
But in that crystal scales let there be weighed
Your lady’s love against some other maid
That I will show you shining at this feast ,
And she shall scant show well that now seems best .
Herself poised with herself in either eye ;
But in that crystal scales let there be weighed
Your lady’s love against some other maid
That I will show you shining at this feast ,
And she shall scant show well that now seems best .
ROMEO
I’ll go along , no such sight to be shown ,
But to rejoice in splendor of mine own .
But to rejoice in splendor of mine own .
They exit .
Scene 3
Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse .
LADY CAPULET
Nurse , where’s my daughter ? Call her forth to me .
NURSE
Now , by my maidenhead at twelve year old ,
I bade her come . — What , lamb ! What , ladybird !
God forbid . Where’s this girl ? What , Juliet !
I bade her come . — What , lamb ! What , ladybird !
God forbid . Where’s this girl ? What , Juliet !
Enter Juliet .
[35]ACT 1. SC. 3
JULIET
How now , who calls ?
NURSE
Your mother .
JULIET
Madam , I am here . What is your will ?
LADY CAPULET
This is the matter . — Nurse , give leave awhile .
We must talk in secret . — Nurse , come back again .
I have remembered me , thou ’s hear our counsel .
Thou knowest my daughter’s of a pretty age .
We must talk in secret . — Nurse , come back again .
I have remembered me , thou ’s hear our counsel .
Thou knowest my daughter’s of a pretty age .
NURSE
Faith , I can tell her age unto an hour .
LADY CAPULET
She’s not fourteen .
NURSE
I’ll lay fourteen of my teeth ( and yet , to my teen
be it spoken , I have but four ) she’s not fourteen .
How long is it now to Lammastide ?
be it spoken , I have but four ) she’s not fourteen .
How long is it now to Lammastide ?
LADY CAPULET
A fortnight and odd days .
NURSE
Even or odd , of all days in the year ,
Come Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen .
Susan and she ( God rest all Christian souls ! )
Were of an age . Well , Susan is with God ;
She was too good for me . But , as I said ,
On Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen .
That shall she . Marry , I remember it well .
’Tis since the earthquake now eleven years ,
And she was weaned ( I never shall forget it )
Of all the days of the year , upon that day .
For I had then laid wormwood to my dug ,
Sitting in the sun under the dovehouse wall .
My lord and you were then at Mantua .
Nay , I do bear a brain . But , as I said ,
When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple
Of my dug and felt it bitter , pretty fool ,
To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug .
‘Shake ,’ quoth the dovehouse . ’Twas no need , I
trow ,
[37] ACT 1. SC. 3 To bid me trudge .
And since that time it is eleven years .
For then she could stand high-lone . Nay , by th’
rood ,
She could have run and waddled all about ,
For even the day before , she broke her brow ,
And then my husband ( God be with his soul ,
He was a merry man ) took up the child .
‘Yea ,’ quoth he , ‘Dost thou fall upon thy face ?
Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit ,
Wilt thou not , Jule ?’ And , by my holidam ,
The pretty wretch left crying and said ‘Ay .’
To see now how a jest shall come about !
I warrant , an I should live a thousand years ,
I never should forget it . ‘Wilt thou not , Jule ?’
quoth he .
And , pretty fool , it stinted and said ‘Ay .’
Come Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen .
Susan and she ( God rest all Christian souls ! )
Were of an age . Well , Susan is with God ;
She was too good for me . But , as I said ,
On Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen .
That shall she . Marry , I remember it well .
’Tis since the earthquake now eleven years ,
And she was weaned ( I never shall forget it )
Of all the days of the year , upon that day .
For I had then laid wormwood to my dug ,
Sitting in the sun under the dovehouse wall .
My lord and you were then at Mantua .
Nay , I do bear a brain . But , as I said ,
When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple
Of my dug and felt it bitter , pretty fool ,
To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug .
‘Shake ,’ quoth the dovehouse . ’Twas no need , I
trow ,
[37] ACT 1. SC. 3 To bid me trudge .
And since that time it is eleven years .
For then she could stand high-lone . Nay , by th’
rood ,
She could have run and waddled all about ,
For even the day before , she broke her brow ,
And then my husband ( God be with his soul ,
He was a merry man ) took up the child .
‘Yea ,’ quoth he , ‘Dost thou fall upon thy face ?
Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit ,
Wilt thou not , Jule ?’ And , by my holidam ,
The pretty wretch left crying and said ‘Ay .’
To see now how a jest shall come about !
I warrant , an I should live a thousand years ,
I never should forget it . ‘Wilt thou not , Jule ?’
quoth he .
And , pretty fool , it stinted and said ‘Ay .’
LADY CAPULET
Enough of this . I pray thee , hold thy peace .
NURSE
Yes , madam , yet I cannot choose but laugh
To think it should leave crying and say ‘Ay .’
And yet , I warrant , it had upon its brow
A bump as big as a young cock’rel’s stone ,
A perilous knock , and it cried bitterly .
‘Yea ,’ quoth my husband . ‘Fall’st upon thy face ?
Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age ,
Wilt thou not , Jule ?’ It stinted and said ‘Ay .’
To think it should leave crying and say ‘Ay .’
And yet , I warrant , it had upon its brow
A bump as big as a young cock’rel’s stone ,
A perilous knock , and it cried bitterly .
‘Yea ,’ quoth my husband . ‘Fall’st upon thy face ?
Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age ,
Wilt thou not , Jule ?’ It stinted and said ‘Ay .’
JULIET
And stint thou , too , I pray thee , nurse , say I .
NURSE
Peace . I have done . God mark thee to his grace ,
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e’er I nursed .
An I might live to see thee married once ,
I have my wish .
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e’er I nursed .
An I might live to see thee married once ,
I have my wish .
[39]ACT 1. SC. 3
LADY CAPULET
Marry , that ‘marry’ is the very theme
I came to talk of . — Tell me , daughter Juliet ,
How stands your disposition to be married ?
I came to talk of . — Tell me , daughter Juliet ,
How stands your disposition to be married ?
JULIET
It is an honor that I dream not of .
NURSE
An honor ? Were not I thine only nurse ,
I would say thou hadst sucked wisdom from thy
teat .
I would say thou hadst sucked wisdom from thy
teat .
LADY CAPULET
Well , think of marriage now . Younger than you
Here in Verona , ladies of esteem ,
Are made already mothers . By my count
I was your mother much upon these years
That you are now a maid . Thus , then , in brief :
The valiant Paris seeks you for his love .
Here in Verona , ladies of esteem ,
Are made already mothers . By my count
I was your mother much upon these years
That you are now a maid . Thus , then , in brief :
The valiant Paris seeks you for his love .
NURSE
A man , young lady — lady , such a man
As all the world — why , he’s a man of wax .
As all the world — why , he’s a man of wax .
LADY CAPULET
Verona’s summer hath not such a flower .
NURSE
Nay , he’s a flower , in faith , a very flower .
LADY CAPULET
What say you ? Can you love the gentleman ?
This night you shall behold him at our feast .
Read o’er the volume of young Paris’ face ,
And find delight writ there with beauty’s pen .
Examine every married lineament
And see how one another lends content ,
And what obscured in this fair volume lies
Find written in the margent of his eyes .
This precious book of love , this unbound lover ,
To beautify him only lacks a cover .
The fish lives in the sea , and ’tis much pride
[41] ACT 1. SC. 4 For fair without the fair within to hide .
That book in many’s eyes doth share the glory
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story .
So shall you share all that he doth possess
By having him , making yourself no less .
This night you shall behold him at our feast .
Read o’er the volume of young Paris’ face ,
And find delight writ there with beauty’s pen .
Examine every married lineament
And see how one another lends content ,
And what obscured in this fair volume lies
Find written in the margent of his eyes .
This precious book of love , this unbound lover ,
To beautify him only lacks a cover .
The fish lives in the sea , and ’tis much pride
[41] ACT 1. SC. 4 For fair without the fair within to hide .
That book in many’s eyes doth share the glory
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story .
So shall you share all that he doth possess
By having him , making yourself no less .
NURSE
No less ? Nay , bigger . Women grow by men .
LADY CAPULET
Speak briefly . Can you like of Paris’ love ?
JULIET
I’ll look to like , if looking liking move .
But no more deep will I endart mine eye
Than your consent gives strength to make it fly .
But no more deep will I endart mine eye
Than your consent gives strength to make it fly .
Enter Servingman .
SERVINGMAN
Madam , the guests are come , supper
served up , you called , my young lady asked for , the
Nurse cursed in the pantry , and everything in
extremity . I must hence to wait . I beseech you ,
follow straight .
served up , you called , my young lady asked for , the
Nurse cursed in the pantry , and everything in
extremity . I must hence to wait . I beseech you ,
follow straight .
LADY CAPULET
We follow thee .
Juliet , the County stays .
Servingman exits .
Juliet , the County stays .
NURSE
Go , girl , seek happy nights to happy days .
They exit .
Scene 4
Enter Romeo , Mercutio , Benvolio , with five or six other
Maskers , Torchbearers , and a Boy with a drum .
Maskers , Torchbearers , and a Boy with a drum .
ROMEO
What , shall this speech be spoke for our excuse ?
Or shall we on without apology ?
Or shall we on without apology ?
BENVOLIO
The date is out of such prolixity .
[43] ACT 1. SC. 4 We’ll have no Cupid hoodwinked with a scarf ,
Bearing a Tartar’s painted bow of lath ,
Scaring the ladies like a crowkeeper ,
Nor no without-book prologue , faintly spoke
After the prompter , for our entrance .
But let them measure us by what they will .
We’ll measure them a measure and be gone .
[43] ACT 1. SC. 4 We’ll have no Cupid hoodwinked with a scarf ,
Bearing a Tartar’s painted bow of lath ,
Scaring the ladies like a crowkeeper ,
Nor no without-book prologue , faintly spoke
After the prompter , for our entrance .
But let them measure us by what they will .
We’ll measure them a measure and be gone .
ROMEO
Give me a torch . I am not for this ambling .
Being but heavy I will bear the light .
Being but heavy I will bear the light .
MERCUTIO
Nay , gentle Romeo , we must have you dance .
ROMEO
Not I , believe me . You have dancing shoes
With nimble soles . I have a soul of lead
So stakes me to the ground I cannot move .
With nimble soles . I have a soul of lead
So stakes me to the ground I cannot move .
MERCUTIO
You are a lover . Borrow Cupid’s wings
And soar with them above a common bound .
And soar with them above a common bound .
ROMEO
I am too sore enpiercèd with his shaft
To soar with his light feathers , and so bound
I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe .
Under love’s heavy burden do I sink .
To soar with his light feathers , and so bound
I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe .
Under love’s heavy burden do I sink .
MERCUTIO
And to sink in it should you burden love —
Too great oppression for a tender thing .
Too great oppression for a tender thing .
ROMEO
Is love a tender thing ? It is too rough ,
Too rude , too boist’rous , and it pricks like thorn .
Too rude , too boist’rous , and it pricks like thorn .
MERCUTIO
If love be rough with you , be rough with love .
Prick love for pricking , and you beat love down . —
Give me a case to put my visage in . —
A visor for a visor . What care I
What curious eye doth cote deformities ?
Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me .
Prick love for pricking , and you beat love down . —
Give me a case to put my visage in . —
A visor for a visor . What care I
What curious eye doth cote deformities ?
Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me .
[45]ACT 1. SC. 4
BENVOLIO
Come , knock and enter , and no sooner in
But every man betake him to his legs .
But every man betake him to his legs .
ROMEO
A torch for me . Let wantons light of heart
Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels ,
For I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase :
I’ll be a candle holder and look on ;
The game was ne’er so fair , and I am done .
Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels ,
For I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase :
I’ll be a candle holder and look on ;
The game was ne’er so fair , and I am done .
MERCUTIO
Tut , dun’s the mouse , the constable’s own word .
If thou art dun , we’ll draw thee from the mire —
Or , save your reverence , love — wherein thou
stickest
Up to the ears . Come , we burn daylight , ho !
If thou art dun , we’ll draw thee from the mire —
Or , save your reverence , love — wherein thou
stickest
Up to the ears . Come , we burn daylight , ho !
ROMEO
Nay , that’s not so .
MERCUTIO
I mean , sir , in delay
We waste our lights ; in vain , light lights by day .
Take our good meaning , for our judgment sits
Five times in that ere once in our five wits .
We waste our lights ; in vain , light lights by day .
Take our good meaning , for our judgment sits
Five times in that ere once in our five wits .
ROMEO
And we mean well in going to this masque ,
But ’tis no wit to go .
But ’tis no wit to go .
MERCUTIO
Why , may one ask ?
ROMEO
I dreamt a dream tonight .
MERCUTIO
And so did I .
ROMEO
Well , what was yours ?
MERCUTIO
That dreamers often lie .
ROMEO
In bed asleep while they do dream things true .
MERCUTIO
O , then I see Queen Mab hath been with you .
[47] ACT 1. SC. 4 She is the fairies’ midwife , and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate stone
On the forefinger of an alderman ,
Drawn with a team of little atomi
Over men’s noses as they lie asleep .
Her wagon spokes made of long spinners’ legs ,
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers ,
Her traces of the smallest spider web ,
Her collars of the moonshine’s wat’ry beams ,
Her whip of cricket’s bone , the lash of film ,
Her wagoner a small gray-coated gnat ,
Not half so big as a round little worm
Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid .
Her chariot is an empty hazelnut ,
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub ,
Time out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers .
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers’ brains , and then they dream of love ;
On courtiers’ knees , that dream on cur’sies straight ;
O’er lawyers’ fingers , who straight dream on fees ;
O’er ladies’ lips , who straight on kisses dream ,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are .
Sometime she gallops o’er a courtier’s nose ,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit .
And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig’s tail ,
Tickling a parson’s nose as he lies asleep ;
Then he dreams of another benefice .
Sometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck ,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats ,
Of breaches , ambuscadoes , Spanish blades ,
Of healths five fathom deep , and then anon
Drums in his ear , at which he starts and wakes
And , being thus frighted , swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again . This is that very Mab
That plats the manes of horses in the night
[49] ACT 1. SC. 4 And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs ,
Which once untangled much misfortune bodes .
This is the hag , when maids lie on their backs ,
That presses them and learns them first to bear ,
Making them women of good carriage .
This is she —
[47] ACT 1. SC. 4 She is the fairies’ midwife , and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate stone
On the forefinger of an alderman ,
Drawn with a team of little atomi
Over men’s noses as they lie asleep .
Her wagon spokes made of long spinners’ legs ,
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers ,
Her traces of the smallest spider web ,
Her collars of the moonshine’s wat’ry beams ,
Her whip of cricket’s bone , the lash of film ,
Her wagoner a small gray-coated gnat ,
Not half so big as a round little worm
Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid .
Her chariot is an empty hazelnut ,
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub ,
Time out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers .
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers’ brains , and then they dream of love ;
On courtiers’ knees , that dream on cur’sies straight ;
O’er lawyers’ fingers , who straight dream on fees ;
O’er ladies’ lips , who straight on kisses dream ,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are .
Sometime she gallops o’er a courtier’s nose ,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit .
And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig’s tail ,
Tickling a parson’s nose as he lies asleep ;
Then he dreams of another benefice .
Sometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck ,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats ,
Of breaches , ambuscadoes , Spanish blades ,
Of healths five fathom deep , and then anon
Drums in his ear , at which he starts and wakes
And , being thus frighted , swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again . This is that very Mab
That plats the manes of horses in the night
[49] ACT 1. SC. 4 And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs ,
Which once untangled much misfortune bodes .
This is the hag , when maids lie on their backs ,
That presses them and learns them first to bear ,
Making them women of good carriage .
This is she —
ROMEO
Peace , peace , Mercutio , peace .
Thou talk’st of nothing .
Thou talk’st of nothing .
MERCUTIO
True , I talk of dreams ,
Which are the children of an idle brain ,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ,
Which is as thin of substance as the air
And more inconstant than the wind , who woos
Even now the frozen bosom of the north
And , being angered , puffs away from thence ,
Turning his side to the dew-dropping south .
Which are the children of an idle brain ,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ,
Which is as thin of substance as the air
And more inconstant than the wind , who woos
Even now the frozen bosom of the north
And , being angered , puffs away from thence ,
Turning his side to the dew-dropping south .
BENVOLIO
This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves .
Supper is done , and we shall come too late .
Supper is done , and we shall come too late .
ROMEO
I fear too early , for my mind misgives
Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night’s revels , and expire the term
Of a despisèd life closed in my breast
By some vile forfeit of untimely death .
But he that hath the steerage of my course
Direct my sail . On , lusty gentlemen .
Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night’s revels , and expire the term
Of a despisèd life closed in my breast
By some vile forfeit of untimely death .
But he that hath the steerage of my course
Direct my sail . On , lusty gentlemen .
BENVOLIO
Strike , drum .
They march about the stage
and then withdraw to the side .
and then withdraw to the side .
[51]ACT 1. SC. 5
Scene 5
Servingmen come forth with napkins .
FIRST SERVINGMAN
Where’s Potpan that he helps not
to take away ? He shift a trencher ? He scrape a
trencher ?
to take away ? He shift a trencher ? He scrape a
trencher ?
SECOND SERVINGMAN
When good manners shall lie
all in one or two men’s hands , and they unwashed
too , ’tis a foul thing .
all in one or two men’s hands , and they unwashed
too , ’tis a foul thing .
FIRST SERVINGMAN
Away with the joint stools , remove
the court cupboard , look to the plate . —
Good thou , save me a piece of marchpane , and , as
thou loves me , let the porter let in Susan Grindstone
and Nell . — Anthony and Potpan !
the court cupboard , look to the plate . —
Good thou , save me a piece of marchpane , and , as
thou loves me , let the porter let in Susan Grindstone
and Nell . — Anthony and Potpan !
THIRD SERVINGMAN
Ay , boy , ready .
FIRST SERVINGMAN
You are looked for and called for ,
asked for and sought for , in the great chamber .
asked for and sought for , in the great chamber .
THIRD SERVINGMAN
We cannot be here and there too .
Cheerly , boys ! Be brisk awhile , and the longer liver
take all .
Cheerly , boys ! Be brisk awhile , and the longer liver
take all .
They move aside .
Enter Capulet and his household , all the guests and
gentlewomen to Romeo , Mercutio , Benvolio , and the
other Maskers .
gentlewomen to Romeo , Mercutio , Benvolio , and the
other Maskers .
CAPULET
Welcome , gentlemen . Ladies that have their toes
Unplagued with corns will walk a bout with
you . —
Ah , my mistresses , which of you all
Will now deny to dance ? She that makes dainty ,
She , I’ll swear , hath corns . Am I come near you
now ? —
Welcome , gentlemen . I have seen the day
That I have worn a visor and could tell
A whispering tale in a fair lady’s ear ,
Such as would please . ’Tis gone , ’tis gone , ’tis gone .
[53] ACT 1. SC. 5 You are welcome , gentlemen . — Come , musicians ,
play .
A hall , a hall , give room ! — And foot it , girls . —
More light , you knaves , and turn the tables up ,
And quench the fire ; the room is grown too hot . —
Ah , sirrah , this unlooked-for sport comes well . —
Nay , sit , nay , sit , good cousin Capulet ,
For you and I are past our dancing days .
How long is ’t now since last yourself and I
Were in a mask ?
Unplagued with corns will walk a bout with
you . —
Ah , my mistresses , which of you all
Will now deny to dance ? She that makes dainty ,
She , I’ll swear , hath corns . Am I come near you
now ? —
Welcome , gentlemen . I have seen the day
That I have worn a visor and could tell
A whispering tale in a fair lady’s ear ,
Such as would please . ’Tis gone , ’tis gone , ’tis gone .
[53] ACT 1. SC. 5 You are welcome , gentlemen . — Come , musicians ,
play .
Music plays and they dance .
A hall , a hall , give room ! — And foot it , girls . —
More light , you knaves , and turn the tables up ,
And quench the fire ; the room is grown too hot . —
Ah , sirrah , this unlooked-for sport comes well . —
Nay , sit , nay , sit , good cousin Capulet ,
For you and I are past our dancing days .
How long is ’t now since last yourself and I
Were in a mask ?
CAPULET’S COUSIN
By ’r Lady , thirty years .
CAPULET
What , man , ’tis not so much , ’tis not so much .
’Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio ,
Come Pentecost as quickly as it will ,
Some five and twenty years , and then we masked .
’Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio ,
Come Pentecost as quickly as it will ,
Some five and twenty years , and then we masked .
CAPULET’S COUSIN
’Tis more , ’tis more . His son is elder , sir .
His son is thirty .
His son is thirty .
CAPULET
Will you tell me that ?
His son was but a ward two years ago .
His son was but a ward two years ago .
ROMEO
, to a Servingman
What lady’s that which doth enrich the hand
Of yonder knight ?
Of yonder knight ?
SERVINGMAN
I know not , sir .
ROMEO
O , she doth teach the torches to burn bright !
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear —
Beauty too rich for use , for Earth too dear .
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
As yonder lady o’er her fellows shows .
The measure done , I’ll watch her place of stand
And , touching hers , make blessèd my rude hand .
Did my heart love till now ? Forswear it , sight ,
For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night .
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear —
Beauty too rich for use , for Earth too dear .
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
As yonder lady o’er her fellows shows .
The measure done , I’ll watch her place of stand
And , touching hers , make blessèd my rude hand .
Did my heart love till now ? Forswear it , sight ,
For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night .
[55]ACT 1. SC. 5
TYBALT
This , by his voice , should be a Montague . —
Fetch me my rapier , boy .
What , dares the slave
Come hither covered with an antic face
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity ?
Now , by the stock and honor of my kin ,
To strike him dead I hold it not a sin .
Fetch me my rapier , boy .
Page exits .
What , dares the slave
Come hither covered with an antic face
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity ?
Now , by the stock and honor of my kin ,
To strike him dead I hold it not a sin .
CAPULET
Why , how now , kinsman ? Wherefore storm you so ?
TYBALT
Uncle , this is a Montague , our foe ,
A villain that is hither come in spite
To scorn at our solemnity this night .
A villain that is hither come in spite
To scorn at our solemnity this night .
CAPULET
Young Romeo is it ?
TYBALT
’Tis he , that villain Romeo .
CAPULET
Content thee , gentle coz . Let him alone .
He bears him like a portly gentleman ,
And , to say truth , Verona brags of him
To be a virtuous and well-governed youth .
I would not for the wealth of all this town
Here in my house do him disparagement .
Therefore be patient . Take no note of him .
It is my will , the which if thou respect ,
Show a fair presence and put off these frowns ,
An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast .
He bears him like a portly gentleman ,
And , to say truth , Verona brags of him
To be a virtuous and well-governed youth .
I would not for the wealth of all this town
Here in my house do him disparagement .
Therefore be patient . Take no note of him .
It is my will , the which if thou respect ,
Show a fair presence and put off these frowns ,
An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast .
TYBALT
It fits when such a villain is a guest .
I’ll not endure him .
I’ll not endure him .
CAPULET
He shall be endured .
What , goodman boy ? I say he shall . Go to .
Am I the master here or you ? Go to .
You’ll not endure him ! God shall mend my soul ,
[57] ACT 1. SC. 5 You’ll make a mutiny among my guests ,
You will set cock-a-hoop , you’ll be the man !
What , goodman boy ? I say he shall . Go to .
Am I the master here or you ? Go to .
You’ll not endure him ! God shall mend my soul ,
[57] ACT 1. SC. 5 You’ll make a mutiny among my guests ,
You will set cock-a-hoop , you’ll be the man !
TYBALT
Why , uncle , ’tis a shame .
CAPULET
Go to , go to .
You are a saucy boy . Is ’t so indeed ?
This trick may chance to scathe you . I know what .
You must contrary me . Marry , ’tis time —
Well said , my hearts . — You are a princox , go .
Be quiet , or — More light , more light ! — for shame ,
I’ll make you quiet . — What , cheerly , my hearts !
You are a saucy boy . Is ’t so indeed ?
This trick may chance to scathe you . I know what .
You must contrary me . Marry , ’tis time —
Well said , my hearts . — You are a princox , go .
Be quiet , or — More light , more light ! — for shame ,
I’ll make you quiet . — What , cheerly , my hearts !
TYBALT
Patience perforce with willful choler meeting
Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting .
I will withdraw , but this intrusion shall ,
Now seeming sweet , convert to bitt’rest gall .
Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting .
I will withdraw , but this intrusion shall ,
Now seeming sweet , convert to bitt’rest gall .
He exits .
ROMEO
, taking Juliet’s hand
If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine , the gentle sin is this :
My lips , two blushing pilgrims , ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss .
This holy shrine , the gentle sin is this :
My lips , two blushing pilgrims , ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss .
JULIET
Good pilgrim , you do wrong your hand too much ,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this ;
For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch ,
And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss .
Which mannerly devotion shows in this ;
For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch ,
And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss .
ROMEO
Have not saints lips , and holy palmers too ?
JULIET
Ay , pilgrim , lips that they must use in prayer .
ROMEO
O then , dear saint , let lips do what hands do .
They pray : grant thou , lest faith turn to despair .
They pray : grant thou , lest faith turn to despair .
JULIET
Saints do not move , though grant for prayers’ sake .
[59]ACT 1. SC. 5
ROMEO
Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take .
Thus from my lips , by thine , my sin is purged .
He kisses her .
Thus from my lips , by thine , my sin is purged .
JULIET
Then have my lips the sin that they have took .
ROMEO
Sin from my lips ? O trespass sweetly urged !
Give me my sin again .
Give me my sin again .
He kisses her .
JULIET
You kiss by th’ book .
NURSE
Madam , your mother craves a word with you .
Juliet moves toward her mother .
ROMEO
What is her mother ?
NURSE
Marry , bachelor ,
Her mother is the lady of the house ,
And a good lady , and a wise and virtuous .
I nursed her daughter that you talked withal .
I tell you , he that can lay hold of her
Shall have the chinks .
Her mother is the lady of the house ,
And a good lady , and a wise and virtuous .
I nursed her daughter that you talked withal .
I tell you , he that can lay hold of her
Shall have the chinks .
Nurse moves away .
ROMEO
, aside
Is she a Capulet ?
O dear account ! My life is my foe’s debt .
O dear account ! My life is my foe’s debt .
BENVOLIO
Away , begone . The sport is at the best .
ROMEO
Ay , so I fear . The more is my unrest .
CAPULET
Nay , gentlemen , prepare not to be gone .
We have a trifling foolish banquet towards . —
Is it e’en so ? Why then , I thank you all .
I thank you , honest gentlemen . Good night . —
More torches here . — Come on then , let’s to bed . —
Ah , sirrah , by my fay , it waxes late .
I’ll to my rest .
We have a trifling foolish banquet towards . —
Is it e’en so ? Why then , I thank you all .
I thank you , honest gentlemen . Good night . —
More torches here . — Come on then , let’s to bed . —
Ah , sirrah , by my fay , it waxes late .
I’ll to my rest .
All but Juliet and the Nurse begin to exit .
[61]ACT 1. SC. 5
JULIET
Come hither , nurse . What is yond gentleman ?
NURSE
The son and heir of old Tiberio .
JULIET
What’s he that now is going out of door ?
NURSE
Marry , that , I think , be young Petruchio .
JULIET
What’s he that follows here , that would not dance ?
NURSE
I know not .
JULIET
Go ask his name . The Nurse goes . If he be marrièd ,
My grave is like to be my wedding bed .
My grave is like to be my wedding bed .
NURSE
, returning His name is Romeo , and a Montague ,
The only son of your great enemy .
The only son of your great enemy .
JULIET
My only love sprung from my only hate !
Too early seen unknown , and known too late !
Prodigious birth of love it is to me
That I must love a loathèd enemy .
Too early seen unknown , and known too late !
Prodigious birth of love it is to me
That I must love a loathèd enemy .
NURSE
What’s this ? What’s this ?
JULIET
A rhyme I learned even now
Of one I danced withal .
Of one I danced withal .
One calls within ‘Juliet .’
NURSE
Anon , anon .
Come , let’s away . The strangers all are gone .
Come , let’s away . The strangers all are gone .
They exit .
[65]
ACT 2
Enter Chorus . …
Enter Chorus .
Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie ,
And young affection gapes to be his heir .
That fair for which love groaned for and would die ,
With tender Juliet matched , is now not fair .
Now Romeo is beloved and loves again ,
Alike bewitchèd by the charm of looks ,
But to his foe supposed he must complain ,
And she steal love’s sweet bait from fearful hooks .
Being held a foe , he may not have access
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear ,
And she as much in love , her means much less
To meet her new belovèd anywhere .
But passion lends them power , time means , to meet ,
Temp’ring extremities with extreme sweet .
And young affection gapes to be his heir .
That fair for which love groaned for and would die ,
With tender Juliet matched , is now not fair .
Now Romeo is beloved and loves again ,
Alike bewitchèd by the charm of looks ,
But to his foe supposed he must complain ,
And she steal love’s sweet bait from fearful hooks .
Being held a foe , he may not have access
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear ,
And she as much in love , her means much less
To meet her new belovèd anywhere .
But passion lends them power , time means , to meet ,
Temp’ring extremities with extreme sweet .
Chorus exits .
Scene 1
Enter Romeo alone .
ROMEO
Can I go forward when my heart is here ?
Turn back , dull earth , and find thy center out .
Turn back , dull earth , and find thy center out .
He withdraws .
Enter Benvolio with Mercutio .
[67]ACT 2. SC. 1
BENVOLIO
Romeo , my cousin Romeo , Romeo !
MERCUTIO
He is wise
And , on my life , hath stol’n him home to bed .
And , on my life , hath stol’n him home to bed .
BENVOLIO
He ran this way and leapt this orchard wall .
Call , good Mercutio .
Call , good Mercutio .
MERCUTIO
Nay , I’ll conjure too .
Romeo ! Humors ! Madman ! Passion ! Lover !
Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh .
Speak but one rhyme and I am satisfied .
Cry but ‘Ay me ,’ pronounce but ‘love’ and
‘dove .’
Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word ,
One nickname for her purblind son and heir ,
Young Abraham Cupid , he that shot so trim
When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid . —
He heareth not , he stirreth not , he moveth not .
The ape is dead , and I must conjure him . —
I conjure thee by Rosaline’s bright eyes ,
By her high forehead , and her scarlet lip ,
By her fine foot , straight leg , and quivering thigh ,
And the demesnes that there adjacent lie ,
That in thy likeness thou appear to us .
Romeo ! Humors ! Madman ! Passion ! Lover !
Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh .
Speak but one rhyme and I am satisfied .
Cry but ‘Ay me ,’ pronounce but ‘love’ and
‘dove .’
Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word ,
One nickname for her purblind son and heir ,
Young Abraham Cupid , he that shot so trim
When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid . —
He heareth not , he stirreth not , he moveth not .
The ape is dead , and I must conjure him . —
I conjure thee by Rosaline’s bright eyes ,
By her high forehead , and her scarlet lip ,
By her fine foot , straight leg , and quivering thigh ,
And the demesnes that there adjacent lie ,
That in thy likeness thou appear to us .
BENVOLIO
An if he hear thee , thou wilt anger him .
MERCUTIO
This cannot anger him . ’Twould anger him
To raise a spirit in his mistress’ circle
Of some strange nature , letting it there stand
Till she had laid it and conjured it down .
That were some spite . My invocation
Is fair and honest . In his mistress’ name ,
I conjure only but to raise up him .
To raise a spirit in his mistress’ circle
Of some strange nature , letting it there stand
Till she had laid it and conjured it down .
That were some spite . My invocation
Is fair and honest . In his mistress’ name ,
I conjure only but to raise up him .
BENVOLIO
Come , he hath hid himself among these trees
[69] ACT 2. SC. 2 To be consorted with the humorous night .
Blind is his love and best befits the dark .
[69] ACT 2. SC. 2 To be consorted with the humorous night .
Blind is his love and best befits the dark .
MERCUTIO
If love be blind , love cannot hit the mark .
Now will he sit under a medlar tree
And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit
As maids call medlars when they laugh alone . —
O Romeo , that she were , O , that she were
An open-arse , thou a pop’rin pear .
Romeo , good night . I’ll to my truckle bed ;
This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep . —
Come , shall we go ?
Now will he sit under a medlar tree
And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit
As maids call medlars when they laugh alone . —
O Romeo , that she were , O , that she were
An open-arse , thou a pop’rin pear .
Romeo , good night . I’ll to my truckle bed ;
This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep . —
Come , shall we go ?
BENVOLIO
Go , then , for ’tis in vain
To seek him here that means not to be found .
To seek him here that means not to be found .
They exit .
Scene 2
Romeo comes forward .
ROMEO
He jests at scars that never felt a wound .
But soft , what light through yonder window breaks ?
It is the East , and Juliet is the sun .
Arise , fair sun , and kill the envious moon ,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou , her maid , art far more fair than she .
Be not her maid since she is envious .
Her vestal livery is but sick and green ,
And none but fools do wear it . Cast it off .
It is my lady . O , it is my love !
O , that she knew she were !
She speaks , yet she says nothing . What of that ?
Her eye discourses ; I will answer it .
[71] ACT 2. SC. 2 I am too bold . ’Tis not to me she speaks .
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven ,
Having some business , do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return .
What if her eyes were there , they in her head ?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those
stars
As daylight doth a lamp ; her eye in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night .
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand .
O , that I were a glove upon that hand ,
That I might touch that cheek !
Enter Juliet above .
But soft , what light through yonder window breaks ?
It is the East , and Juliet is the sun .
Arise , fair sun , and kill the envious moon ,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou , her maid , art far more fair than she .
Be not her maid since she is envious .
Her vestal livery is but sick and green ,
And none but fools do wear it . Cast it off .
It is my lady . O , it is my love !
O , that she knew she were !
She speaks , yet she says nothing . What of that ?
Her eye discourses ; I will answer it .
[71] ACT 2. SC. 2 I am too bold . ’Tis not to me she speaks .
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven ,
Having some business , do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return .
What if her eyes were there , they in her head ?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those
stars
As daylight doth a lamp ; her eye in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night .
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand .
O , that I were a glove upon that hand ,
That I might touch that cheek !
JULIET
Ay me .
ROMEO
, aside
She speaks .
O , speak again , bright angel , for thou art
As glorious to this night , being o’er my head ,
As is a wingèd messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturnèd wond’ring eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air .
O , speak again , bright angel , for thou art
As glorious to this night , being o’er my head ,
As is a wingèd messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturnèd wond’ring eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air .
JULIET
O Romeo , Romeo , wherefore art thou Romeo ?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name ,
Or , if thou wilt not , be but sworn my love ,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet .
Deny thy father and refuse thy name ,
Or , if thou wilt not , be but sworn my love ,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet .
ROMEO
, aside
Shall I hear more , or shall I speak at this ?
JULIET
’Tis but thy name that is my enemy .
Thou art thyself , though not a Montague .
What’s Montague ? It is nor hand , nor foot ,
Nor arm , nor face . O , be some other name
Belonging to a man .
What’s in a name ? That which we call a rose
[73] ACT 2. SC. 2 By any other word would smell as sweet .
So Romeo would , were he not Romeo called ,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title . Romeo , doff thy name ,
And , for thy name , which is no part of thee ,
Take all myself .
Thou art thyself , though not a Montague .
What’s Montague ? It is nor hand , nor foot ,
Nor arm , nor face . O , be some other name
Belonging to a man .
What’s in a name ? That which we call a rose
[73] ACT 2. SC. 2 By any other word would smell as sweet .
So Romeo would , were he not Romeo called ,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title . Romeo , doff thy name ,
And , for thy name , which is no part of thee ,
Take all myself .
ROMEO
I take thee at thy word .
Call me but love , and I’ll be new baptized .
Henceforth I never will be Romeo .
Call me but love , and I’ll be new baptized .
Henceforth I never will be Romeo .
JULIET
What man art thou that , thus bescreened in night ,
So stumblest on my counsel ?
So stumblest on my counsel ?
ROMEO
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 .
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 .
JULIET
My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words
Of thy tongue’s uttering , yet I know the sound .
Art thou not Romeo , and a Montague ?
Of thy tongue’s uttering , yet I know the sound .
Art thou not Romeo , and a Montague ?
ROMEO
Neither , fair maid , if either thee dislike .
JULIET
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 .
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 .
ROMEO
With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls ,
For stony limits cannot hold love out ,
And what love can do , that dares love attempt .
Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me .
For stony limits cannot hold love out ,
And what love can do , that dares love attempt .
Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me .
JULIET
If they do see thee , they will murder thee .
[75]ACT 2. SC. 2
ROMEO
Alack , there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords . Look thou but sweet ,
And I am proof against their enmity .
Than twenty of their swords . Look thou but sweet ,
And I am proof against their enmity .
JULIET
I would not for the world they saw thee here .
ROMEO
I have night’s cloak to hide me from their eyes ,
And , but thou love me , let them find me here .
My life were better ended by their hate
Than death proroguèd , wanting of thy love .
And , but thou love me , let them find me here .
My life were better ended by their hate
Than death proroguèd , wanting of thy love .
JULIET
By whose direction found’st thou out this place ?
ROMEO
By love , that 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 washed with the farthest sea ,
I should adventure for such merchandise .
He lent me counsel , and I lent him eyes .
I am no pilot ; yet , wert thou as far
As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea ,
I should adventure for such merchandise .
JULIET
Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face ,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight .
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 ,
They say , Jove laughs . O gentle Romeo ,
If thou dost love , pronounce it faithfully .
Or , if thou thinkest I am too quickly won ,
I’ll frown and be perverse and 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
[77] ACT 2. SC. 2 Than those that have more coying to be strange .
I should have been more strange , I must confess ,
But that thou overheard’st ere I was ware
My true-love passion . Therefore pardon me ,
And not impute this yielding to light love ,
Which the dark night hath so discoverèd .
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight .
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 ,
They say , Jove laughs . O gentle Romeo ,
If thou dost love , pronounce it faithfully .
Or , if thou thinkest I am too quickly won ,
I’ll frown and be perverse and 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
[77] ACT 2. SC. 2 Than those that have more coying to be strange .
I should have been more strange , I must confess ,
But that thou overheard’st ere I was ware
My true-love passion . Therefore pardon me ,
And not impute this yielding to light love ,
Which the dark night hath so discoverèd .
ROMEO
Lady , by yonder blessèd moon I vow ,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops —
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops —
JULIET
O , swear not by the moon , th’ inconstant moon ,
That monthly changes in her circled orb ,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable .
That monthly changes in her circled orb ,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable .
ROMEO
What shall I swear by ?
JULIET
Do not swear at all .
Or , if thou wilt , swear by thy gracious self ,
Which is the god of my idolatry ,
And I’ll believe thee .
Or , if thou wilt , swear by thy gracious self ,
Which is the god of my idolatry ,
And I’ll believe thee .
ROMEO
If my heart’s dear love —
JULIET
Well , do not swear . Although I joy in thee ,
I have no joy of this contract tonight .
It is too rash , too unadvised , too sudden ,
Too like the lightning , which doth cease to be
Ere one can say ‘It lightens .’ Sweet , good night .
This bud of love , by summer’s ripening breath ,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet .
Good night , good night . As sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast .
I have no joy of this contract tonight .
It is too rash , too unadvised , too sudden ,
Too like the lightning , which doth cease to be
Ere one can say ‘It lightens .’ Sweet , good night .
This bud of love , by summer’s ripening breath ,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet .
Good night , good night . As sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast .
ROMEO
O , wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ?
JULIET
What satisfaction canst thou have tonight ?
ROMEO
Th’ exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine .
[79]ACT 2. SC. 2
JULIET
I gave thee mine before thou didst request it ,
And yet I would it were to give again .
And yet I would it were to give again .
ROMEO
Wouldst thou withdraw it ? For what purpose , love ?
JULIET
But to be frank and give it thee again .
And yet I wish but for the thing I have .
My bounty is as boundless as the sea ,
My love as deep . The more I give to thee ,
The more I have , for both are infinite .
I hear some noise within . Dear love , adieu . —
Anon , good nurse . — Sweet Montague , be true .
Stay but a little ; I will come again .
And yet I wish but for the thing I have .
My bounty is as boundless as the sea ,
My love as deep . The more I give to thee ,
The more I have , for both are infinite .
Nurse calls from within .
I hear some noise within . Dear love , adieu . —
Anon , good nurse . — Sweet Montague , be true .
Stay but a little ; I will come again .
She exits .
ROMEO
O blessèd , blessèd night ! I am afeard ,
Being in night , all this is but a dream ,
Too flattering sweet to be substantial .
Being in night , all this is but a dream ,
Too flattering sweet to be substantial .
Reenter Juliet above .
JULIET
Three words , dear Romeo , and good night indeed .
If that thy bent of love be honorable ,
Thy purpose marriage , send me word tomorrow ,
By one that I’ll procure to come to thee ,
Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite ,
And all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay
And follow thee my lord throughout the world .
If that thy bent of love be honorable ,
Thy purpose marriage , send me word tomorrow ,
By one that I’ll procure to come to thee ,
Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite ,
And all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay
And follow thee my lord throughout the world .
NURSE
, within
Madam .
JULIET
I come anon . — But if thou meanest not well ,
I do beseech thee —
I do beseech thee —
NURSE
, within
Madam .
JULIET
By and by , I come . —
To cease thy strife and leave me to my grief .
Tomorrow will I send .
To cease thy strife and leave me to my grief .
Tomorrow will I send .
[81]ACT 2. SC. 2
ROMEO
So thrive my soul —
JULIET
A thousand times good night .
She exits .
ROMEO
A thousand times the worse to want thy light .
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their
books ,
But love from love , toward school with heavy looks .
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their
books ,
But love from love , toward school with heavy looks .
Going .
Enter Juliet above again .
JULIET
Hist , Romeo , hist ! O , for a falc’ner’s voice
To lure this tassel-gentle back again !
Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud ,
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine
With repetition of ‘My Romeo !’
To lure this tassel-gentle back again !
Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud ,
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine
With repetition of ‘My Romeo !’
ROMEO
It is my soul that calls upon my name .
How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night ,
Like softest music to attending ears .
How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night ,
Like softest music to attending ears .
JULIET
Romeo .
ROMEO
My dear .
JULIET
What o’clock tomorrow
Shall I send to thee ?
Shall I send to thee ?
ROMEO
By the hour of nine .
JULIET
I will not fail . ’Tis twenty year till then .
I have forgot why I did call thee back .
I have forgot why I did call thee back .
ROMEO
Let me stand here till thou remember it .
JULIET
I shall forget , to have thee still stand there ,
Rememb’ring how I love thy company .
Rememb’ring how I love thy company .
[83]ACT 2. SC. 3
ROMEO
And I’ll still stay , to have thee still forget ,
Forgetting any other home but this .
Forgetting any other home but this .
JULIET
’Tis almost morning . I would have thee gone ,
And yet no farther than a wanton’s bird ,
That lets it hop a little from his hand ,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves ,
And with a silken thread plucks it back again ,
So loving-jealous of his liberty .
And yet no farther than a wanton’s bird ,
That lets it hop a little from his hand ,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves ,
And with a silken thread plucks it back again ,
So loving-jealous of his liberty .
ROMEO
I would I were thy bird .
JULIET
Sweet , so would I .
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing .
Good night , good night . Parting is such sweet
sorrow
That I shall say ‘Good night’ till it be morrow .
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing .
Good night , good night . Parting is such sweet
sorrow
That I shall say ‘Good night’ till it be morrow .
She exits .
ROMEO
Sleep dwell upon thine eyes , peace in thy breast .
Would I were sleep and peace so sweet to rest .
Hence will I to my ghostly friar’s close cell ,
His help to crave , and my dear hap to tell .
Would I were sleep and peace so sweet to rest .
Hence will I to my ghostly friar’s close cell ,
His help to crave , and my dear hap to tell .
He exits .
Scene 3
Enter Friar Lawrence alone with a basket .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night ,
Check’ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light ,
And fleckled darkness like a drunkard reels
From forth day’s path and Titan’s fiery wheels .
Now , ere the sun advance his burning eye ,
The day to cheer and night’s dank dew to dry ,
[85] ACT 2. SC. 3 I must upfill this osier cage of ours
With baleful weeds and precious-juicèd flowers .
The Earth that’s nature’s mother is her tomb ;
What is her burying grave , that is her womb ;
And from her womb children of divers kind
We sucking on her natural bosom find ,
Many for many virtues excellent ,
None but for some , and yet all different .
O , mickle is the powerful grace that lies
In plants , herbs , stones , and their true qualities .
For naught so vile that on the Earth doth live
But to the Earth some special good doth give ;
Nor aught so good but , strained from that fair use ,
Revolts from true birth , stumbling on abuse .
Virtue itself turns vice , being misapplied ,
And vice sometime by action dignified .
Within the infant rind of this weak flower
Poison hath residence and medicine power :
For this , being smelt , with that part cheers each
part ;
Being tasted , stays all senses with the heart .
Two such opposèd kings encamp them still
In man as well as herbs — grace and rude will ;
And where the worser is predominant ,
Full soon the canker death eats up that plant .
Check’ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light ,
And fleckled darkness like a drunkard reels
From forth day’s path and Titan’s fiery wheels .
Now , ere the sun advance his burning eye ,
The day to cheer and night’s dank dew to dry ,
[85] ACT 2. SC. 3 I must upfill this osier cage of ours
With baleful weeds and precious-juicèd flowers .
The Earth that’s nature’s mother is her tomb ;
What is her burying grave , that is her womb ;
And from her womb children of divers kind
We sucking on her natural bosom find ,
Many for many virtues excellent ,
None but for some , and yet all different .
O , mickle is the powerful grace that lies
In plants , herbs , stones , and their true qualities .
For naught so vile that on the Earth doth live
But to the Earth some special good doth give ;
Nor aught so good but , strained from that fair use ,
Revolts from true birth , stumbling on abuse .
Virtue itself turns vice , being misapplied ,
And vice sometime by action dignified .
Enter Romeo .
Within the infant rind of this weak flower
Poison hath residence and medicine power :
For this , being smelt , with that part cheers each
part ;
Being tasted , stays all senses with the heart .
Two such opposèd kings encamp them still
In man as well as herbs — grace and rude will ;
And where the worser is predominant ,
Full soon the canker death eats up that plant .
ROMEO
Good morrow , father .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Benedicite .
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me ?
Young son , it argues a distempered head
So soon to bid ‘Good morrow’ to thy bed .
Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye ,
And , where care lodges , sleep will never lie ;
But where unbruisèd youth with unstuffed brain
[87] ACT 2. SC. 3 Doth couch his limbs , there golden sleep doth
reign .
Therefore thy earliness doth me assure
Thou art uproused with some distemp’rature ,
Or , if not so , then here I hit it right :
Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight .
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me ?
Young son , it argues a distempered head
So soon to bid ‘Good morrow’ to thy bed .
Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye ,
And , where care lodges , sleep will never lie ;
But where unbruisèd youth with unstuffed brain
[87] ACT 2. SC. 3 Doth couch his limbs , there golden sleep doth
reign .
Therefore thy earliness doth me assure
Thou art uproused with some distemp’rature ,
Or , if not so , then here I hit it right :
Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight .
ROMEO
That last is true . The sweeter rest was mine .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
God pardon sin ! Wast thou with Rosaline ?
ROMEO
With Rosaline , my ghostly father ? No .
I have forgot that name and that name’s woe .
I have forgot that name and that name’s woe .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
That’s my good son . But where hast thou been
then ?
then ?
ROMEO
I’ll tell thee ere thou ask it me again .
I have been feasting with mine enemy ,
Where on a sudden one hath wounded me
That’s by me wounded . Both our remedies
Within thy help and holy physic lies .
I bear no hatred , blessèd man , for , lo ,
My intercession likewise steads my foe .
I have been feasting with mine enemy ,
Where on a sudden one hath wounded me
That’s by me wounded . Both our remedies
Within thy help and holy physic lies .
I bear no hatred , blessèd man , for , lo ,
My intercession likewise steads my foe .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Be plain , good son , and homely in thy drift .
Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift .
Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift .
ROMEO
Then plainly know my heart’s dear love is set
On the fair daughter of rich Capulet .
As mine on hers , so hers is set on mine ,
And all combined , save what thou must combine
By holy marriage . When and where and how
We met , we wooed , and made exchange of vow
I’ll tell thee as we pass , but this I pray ,
That thou consent to marry us today .
On the fair daughter of rich Capulet .
As mine on hers , so hers is set on mine ,
And all combined , save what thou must combine
By holy marriage . When and where and how
We met , we wooed , and made exchange of vow
I’ll tell thee as we pass , but this I pray ,
That thou consent to marry us today .
[89]ACT 2. SC. 3
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Holy Saint Francis , what a change is here !
Is Rosaline , that thou didst love so dear ,
So soon forsaken ? Young men’s love then lies
Not truly in their hearts , but in their eyes .
Jesu Maria , what a deal of brine
Hath washed thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline !
How much salt water thrown away in waste
To season love , that of it doth not taste !
The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears ,
Thy old groans yet ringing in mine ancient ears .
Lo , here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
Of an old tear that is not washed off yet .
If e’er thou wast thyself , and these woes thine ,
Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline .
And art thou changed ? Pronounce this sentence
then :
Women may fall when there’s no strength in men .
Is Rosaline , that thou didst love so dear ,
So soon forsaken ? Young men’s love then lies
Not truly in their hearts , but in their eyes .
Jesu Maria , what a deal of brine
Hath washed thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline !
How much salt water thrown away in waste
To season love , that of it doth not taste !
The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears ,
Thy old groans yet ringing in mine ancient ears .
Lo , here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
Of an old tear that is not washed off yet .
If e’er thou wast thyself , and these woes thine ,
Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline .
And art thou changed ? Pronounce this sentence
then :
Women may fall when there’s no strength in men .
ROMEO
Thou chid’st me oft for loving Rosaline .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
For doting , not for loving , pupil mine .
ROMEO
And bad’st me bury love .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Not in a grave
To lay one in , another out to have .
To lay one in , another out to have .
ROMEO
I pray thee , chide me not . Her I love now
Doth grace for grace and love for love allow .
The other did not so .
Doth grace for grace and love for love allow .
The other did not so .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
O , she knew well
Thy love did read by rote , that could not spell .
But come , young waverer , come , go with me .
In one respect I’ll thy assistant be ,
For this alliance may so happy prove
To turn your households’ rancor to pure love .
Thy love did read by rote , that could not spell .
But come , young waverer , come , go with me .
In one respect I’ll thy assistant be ,
For this alliance may so happy prove
To turn your households’ rancor to pure love .
[91]ACT 2. SC. 4
ROMEO
O , let us hence . I stand on sudden haste .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Wisely and slow . They stumble that run fast .
They exit .
Scene 4
Enter Benvolio and Mercutio .
MERCUTIO
Where the devil should this Romeo be ?
Came he not home tonight ?
Came he not home tonight ?
BENVOLIO
Not to his father’s . I spoke with his man .
MERCUTIO
Why , that same pale hard-hearted wench , that
Rosaline ,
Torments him so that he will sure run mad .
Rosaline ,
Torments him so that he will sure run mad .
BENVOLIO
Tybalt , the kinsman to old Capulet ,
Hath sent a letter to his father’s house .
Hath sent a letter to his father’s house .
MERCUTIO
A challenge , on my life .
BENVOLIO
Romeo will answer it .
MERCUTIO
Any man that can write may answer a letter .
BENVOLIO
Nay , he will answer the letter’s master , how
he dares , being dared .
he dares , being dared .
MERCUTIO
Alas , poor Romeo , he is already dead ,
stabbed with a white wench’s black eye , run
through the ear with a love-song , the very pin of his
heart cleft with the blind bow-boy’s butt shaft . And
is he a man to encounter Tybalt ?
stabbed with a white wench’s black eye , run
through the ear with a love-song , the very pin of his
heart cleft with the blind bow-boy’s butt shaft . And
is he a man to encounter Tybalt ?
BENVOLIO
Why , what is Tybalt ?
MERCUTIO
More than prince of cats . O , he’s the courageous
captain of compliments . He fights as you sing
prick-song , keeps time , distance , and proportion .
[93] ACT 2. SC. 4 He rests his minim rests , one , two , and the third in
your bosom — the very butcher of a silk button , a
duelist , a duelist , a gentleman of the very first house
of the first and second cause . Ah , the immortal
passado , the punto reverso , the hay !
captain of compliments . He fights as you sing
prick-song , keeps time , distance , and proportion .
[93] ACT 2. SC. 4 He rests his minim rests , one , two , and the third in
your bosom — the very butcher of a silk button , a
duelist , a duelist , a gentleman of the very first house
of the first and second cause . Ah , the immortal
passado , the punto reverso , the hay !
BENVOLIO
The what ?
MERCUTIO
The pox of such antic , lisping , affecting
phantasimes , these new tuners of accent : ‘By
Jesu , a very good blade ! A very tall man ! A very good
whore !’ Why , is not this a lamentable thing , grandsire ,
that we should be thus afflicted with these
strange flies , these fashion-mongers , these ‘pardon-me’ ’s ,
who stand so much on the new form
that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench ? O their
bones , their bones !
phantasimes , these new tuners of accent : ‘By
Jesu , a very good blade ! A very tall man ! A very good
whore !’ Why , is not this a lamentable thing , grandsire ,
that we should be thus afflicted with these
strange flies , these fashion-mongers , these ‘pardon-me’ ’s ,
who stand so much on the new form
that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench ? O their
bones , their bones !
Enter Romeo .
BENVOLIO
Here comes Romeo , here comes Romeo .
MERCUTIO
Without his roe , like a dried herring . O
flesh , flesh , how art thou fishified ! Now is he for the
numbers that Petrarch flowed in . Laura to his lady
was a kitchen wench ( marry , she had a better love
to berhyme her ) , Dido a dowdy , Cleopatra a gypsy ,
Helen and Hero hildings and harlots , Thisbe a gray
eye or so , but not to the purpose . — Signior Romeo ,
bonjour . There’s a French salutation to your French
slop . You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night .
flesh , flesh , how art thou fishified ! Now is he for the
numbers that Petrarch flowed in . Laura to his lady
was a kitchen wench ( marry , she had a better love
to berhyme her ) , Dido a dowdy , Cleopatra a gypsy ,
Helen and Hero hildings and harlots , Thisbe a gray
eye or so , but not to the purpose . — Signior Romeo ,
bonjour . There’s a French salutation to your French
slop . You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night .
ROMEO
Good morrow to you both . What counterfeit
did I give you ?
did I give you ?
MERCUTIO
The slip , sir , the slip . Can you not conceive ?
ROMEO
Pardon , good Mercutio , my business was
great , and in such a case as mine a man may strain
courtesy .
great , and in such a case as mine a man may strain
courtesy .
MERCUTIO
That’s as much as to say such a case as
yours constrains a man to bow in the hams .
yours constrains a man to bow in the hams .
ROMEO
Meaning , to curtsy .
[95]ACT 2. SC. 4
MERCUTIO
Thou hast most kindly hit it .
ROMEO
A most courteous exposition .
MERCUTIO
Nay , I am the very pink of courtesy .
ROMEO
‘Pink’ for flower .
MERCUTIO
Right .
ROMEO
Why , then is my pump well flowered .
MERCUTIO
Sure wit , follow me this jest now till thou
hast worn out thy pump , that when the single sole
of it is worn , the jest may remain , after the wearing ,
solely singular .
hast worn out thy pump , that when the single sole
of it is worn , the jest may remain , after the wearing ,
solely singular .
ROMEO
O single-soled jest , solely singular for the
singleness .
singleness .
MERCUTIO
Come between us , good Benvolio . My wits
faints .
faints .
ROMEO
Switch and spurs , switch and spurs , or I’ll cry
a match .
a match .
MERCUTIO
Nay , if our wits run the wild-goose chase , I
am done , for thou hast more of the wild goose in
one of thy wits than , I am sure , I have in my whole
five . Was I with you there for the goose ?
am done , for thou hast more of the wild goose in
one of thy wits than , I am sure , I have in my whole
five . Was I with you there for the goose ?
ROMEO
Thou wast never with me for anything when
thou wast not there for the goose .
thou wast not there for the goose .
MERCUTIO
I will bite thee by the ear for that jest .
ROMEO
Nay , good goose , bite not .
MERCUTIO
Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting ; it is a most
sharp sauce .
sharp sauce .
ROMEO
And is it not , then , well served into a sweet
goose ?
goose ?
MERCUTIO
O , here’s a wit of cheveril that stretches
from an inch narrow to an ell broad .
from an inch narrow to an ell broad .
ROMEO
I stretch it out for that word ‘broad ,’ which
added to the goose , proves thee far and wide a
broad goose .
added to the goose , proves thee far and wide a
broad goose .
MERCUTIO
Why , is not this better now than groaning
for love ? Now art thou sociable , now art thou
Romeo , now art thou what thou art , by art as well as
[97] ACT 2. SC. 4 by nature . For this driveling love is like a great
natural that runs lolling up and down to hide his
bauble in a hole .
for love ? Now art thou sociable , now art thou
Romeo , now art thou what thou art , by art as well as
[97] ACT 2. SC. 4 by nature . For this driveling love is like a great
natural that runs lolling up and down to hide his
bauble in a hole .
BENVOLIO
Stop there , stop there .
MERCUTIO
Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against
the hair .
the hair .
BENVOLIO
Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large .
MERCUTIO
O , thou art deceived . I would have made it
short , for I was come to the whole depth of my tale
and meant indeed to occupy the argument no
longer .
short , for I was come to the whole depth of my tale
and meant indeed to occupy the argument no
longer .
Enter Nurse and her man Peter .
ROMEO
Here’s goodly gear . A sail , a sail !
MERCUTIO
Two , two — a shirt and a smock .
NURSE
Peter .
PETER
Anon .
NURSE
My fan , Peter .
MERCUTIO
Good Peter , to hide her face , for her fan’s
the fairer face .
the fairer face .
NURSE
God you good morrow , gentlemen .
MERCUTIO
God you good e’en , fair gentlewoman .
NURSE
Is it good e’en ?
MERCUTIO
’Tis no less , I tell you , for the bawdy hand of
the dial is now upon the prick of noon .
the dial is now upon the prick of noon .
NURSE
Out upon you ! What a man are you ?
ROMEO
One , gentlewoman , that God hath made , himself
to mar .
to mar .
NURSE
By my troth , it is well said : ‘for himself to
mar ,’ quoth he ? Gentlemen , can any of you tell me
where I may find the young Romeo ?
mar ,’ quoth he ? Gentlemen , can any of you tell me
where I may find the young Romeo ?
ROMEO
I can tell you , but young Romeo will be older
when you have found him than he was when you
sought him . I am the youngest of that name , for
fault of a worse .
when you have found him than he was when you
sought him . I am the youngest of that name , for
fault of a worse .
NURSE
You say well .
[99]ACT 2. SC. 4
MERCUTIO
Yea , is the worst well ? Very well took , i’
faith , wisely , wisely .
faith , wisely , wisely .
NURSE
If you be he , sir , I desire some confidence with
you .
you .
BENVOLIO
She will indite him to some supper .
MERCUTIO
A bawd , a bawd , a bawd . So ho !
ROMEO
What hast thou found ?
MERCUTIO
No hare , sir , unless a hare , sir , in a Lenten
pie that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent .
And an old hare hoar ,
Is very good meat in Lent .
But a hare that is hoar
Is too much for a score
When it hoars ere it be spent .
Romeo , will you come to your father’s ? We’ll to
dinner thither .
pie that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent .
Singing .
An old hare hoar , And an old hare hoar ,
Is very good meat in Lent .
But a hare that is hoar
Is too much for a score
When it hoars ere it be spent .
Romeo , will you come to your father’s ? We’ll to
dinner thither .
ROMEO
I will follow you .
MERCUTIO
Farewell , ancient lady . Farewell , lady , lady ,
lady .
lady .
Mercutio and Benvolio exit .
NURSE
I pray you , sir , what saucy merchant was this
that was so full of his ropery ?
that was so full of his ropery ?
ROMEO
A gentleman , nurse , that loves to hear himself
talk and will speak more in a minute than he will
stand to in a month .
talk and will speak more in a minute than he will
stand to in a month .
NURSE
An he speak anything against me , I’ll take him
down , an he were lustier than he is , and twenty
such jacks . An if I cannot , I’ll find those that shall .
Scurvy knave , I am none of his flirt-gills ; I am none
of his skains-mates .
by too and suffer every knave to use me at his
pleasure .
down , an he were lustier than he is , and twenty
such jacks . An if I cannot , I’ll find those that shall .
Scurvy knave , I am none of his flirt-gills ; I am none
of his skains-mates .
To Peter .
And thou must stand by too and suffer every knave to use me at his
pleasure .
PETER
I saw no man use you at his pleasure . If I had ,
my weapon should quickly have been out . I warrant
you , I dare draw as soon as another man , if I
see occasion in a good quarrel , and the law on my
side .
my weapon should quickly have been out . I warrant
you , I dare draw as soon as another man , if I
see occasion in a good quarrel , and the law on my
side .
[101]ACT 2. SC. 4
NURSE
Now , afore God , I am so vexed that every part
about me quivers . Scurvy knave !
you , sir , a word . And , as I told you , my young lady
bid me inquire you out . What she bid me say , I will
keep to myself . But first let me tell you , if you
should lead her in a fool’s paradise , as they say , it
were a very gross kind of behavior , as they say . For
the gentlewoman is young ; and therefore , if you
should deal double with her , truly it were an ill
thing to be offered to any gentlewoman , and very
weak dealing .
about me quivers . Scurvy knave !
To Romeo .
Pray you , sir , a word . And , as I told you , my young lady
bid me inquire you out . What she bid me say , I will
keep to myself . But first let me tell you , if you
should lead her in a fool’s paradise , as they say , it
were a very gross kind of behavior , as they say . For
the gentlewoman is young ; and therefore , if you
should deal double with her , truly it were an ill
thing to be offered to any gentlewoman , and very
weak dealing .
ROMEO
Nurse , commend me to thy lady and mistress .
I protest unto thee —
I protest unto thee —
NURSE
Good heart , and i’ faith I will tell her as much .
Lord , Lord , she will be a joyful woman .
Lord , Lord , she will be a joyful woman .
ROMEO
What wilt thou tell her , nurse ? Thou dost not
mark me .
mark me .
NURSE
I will tell her , sir , that you do protest , which , as
I take it , is a gentlemanlike offer .
I take it , is a gentlemanlike offer .
ROMEO
Bid her devise
Some means to come to shrift this afternoon ,
And there she shall at Friar Lawrence’ cell
Be shrived and married . Here is for thy pains .
Some means to come to shrift this afternoon ,
And there she shall at Friar Lawrence’ cell
Be shrived and married . Here is for thy pains .
Offering her money .
NURSE
No , truly , sir , not a penny .
ROMEO
Go to , I say you shall .
NURSE
This afternoon , sir ? Well , she shall be there .
ROMEO
And stay , good nurse , behind the abbey wall .
Within this hour my man shall be with thee
And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair ,
Which to the high topgallant of my joy
Must be my convoy in the secret night .
Farewell . Be trusty , and I’ll quit thy pains .
Farewell . Commend me to thy mistress .
Within this hour my man shall be with thee
And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair ,
Which to the high topgallant of my joy
Must be my convoy in the secret night .
Farewell . Be trusty , and I’ll quit thy pains .
Farewell . Commend me to thy mistress .
[103]ACT 2. SC. 5
NURSE
Now , God in heaven bless thee ! Hark you , sir .
ROMEO
What sayst thou , my dear nurse ?
NURSE
Is your man secret ? Did you ne’er hear say
‘Two may keep counsel , putting one away’ ?
‘Two may keep counsel , putting one away’ ?
ROMEO
Warrant thee , my man’s as true as steel .
NURSE
Well , sir , my mistress is the sweetest lady . Lord ,
Lord , when ’twas a little prating thing — O , there is
a nobleman in town , one Paris , that would fain lay
knife aboard , but she , good soul , had as lief see a
toad , a very toad , as see him . I anger her sometimes
and tell her that Paris is the properer man , but I’ll
warrant you , when I say so , she looks as pale as any
clout in the versal world . Doth not rosemary and
Romeo begin both with a letter ?
Lord , when ’twas a little prating thing — O , there is
a nobleman in town , one Paris , that would fain lay
knife aboard , but she , good soul , had as lief see a
toad , a very toad , as see him . I anger her sometimes
and tell her that Paris is the properer man , but I’ll
warrant you , when I say so , she looks as pale as any
clout in the versal world . Doth not rosemary and
Romeo begin both with a letter ?
ROMEO
Ay , nurse , what of that ? Both with an R .
NURSE
Ah , mocker , that’s the dog’s name . R is for
the — No , I know it begins with some other letter ,
and she hath the prettiest sententious of it , of you
and rosemary , that it would do you good to hear it .
the — No , I know it begins with some other letter ,
and she hath the prettiest sententious of it , of you
and rosemary , that it would do you good to hear it .
ROMEO
Commend me to thy lady .
NURSE
Ay , a thousand times . — Peter .
PETER
Anon .
NURSE
Before and apace .
They exit .
Scene 5
Enter Juliet .
JULIET
The clock struck nine when I did send the Nurse .
In half an hour she promised to return .
Perchance she cannot meet him . That’s not so .
O , she is lame ! Love’s heralds should be thoughts ,
Which ten times faster glides than the sun’s beams ,
[105] ACT 2. SC. 5 Driving back shadows over louring hills .
Therefore do nimble-pinioned doves draw Love ,
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings .
Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
Of this day’s journey , and from nine till twelve
Is three long hours , yet she is not come .
Had she affections and warm youthful blood ,
She would be as swift in motion as a ball ;
My words would bandy her to my sweet love ,
And his to me .
But old folks , many feign as they were dead ,
Unwieldy , slow , heavy , and pale as lead .
O God , she comes ! — O , honey nurse , what news ?
Hast thou met with him ? Send thy man away .
In half an hour she promised to return .
Perchance she cannot meet him . That’s not so .
O , she is lame ! Love’s heralds should be thoughts ,
Which ten times faster glides than the sun’s beams ,
[105] ACT 2. SC. 5 Driving back shadows over louring hills .
Therefore do nimble-pinioned doves draw Love ,
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings .
Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
Of this day’s journey , and from nine till twelve
Is three long hours , yet she is not come .
Had she affections and warm youthful blood ,
She would be as swift in motion as a ball ;
My words would bandy her to my sweet love ,
And his to me .
But old folks , many feign as they were dead ,
Unwieldy , slow , heavy , and pale as lead .
Enter Nurse and Peter .
O God , she comes ! — O , honey nurse , what news ?
Hast thou met with him ? Send thy man away .
NURSE
Peter , stay at the gate .
Peter exits .
JULIET
Now , good sweet nurse — O Lord , why lookest thou
sad ?
Though news be sad , yet tell them merrily .
If good , thou shamest the music of sweet news
By playing it to me with so sour a face .
sad ?
Though news be sad , yet tell them merrily .
If good , thou shamest the music of sweet news
By playing it to me with so sour a face .
NURSE
I am aweary . Give me leave awhile .
Fie , how my bones ache ! What a jaunt have I !
Fie , how my bones ache ! What a jaunt have I !
JULIET
I would thou hadst my bones , and I thy news .
Nay , come , I pray thee , speak . Good , good nurse ,
speak .
Nay , come , I pray thee , speak . Good , good nurse ,
speak .
NURSE
Jesu , what haste ! Can you not stay awhile ?
Do you not see that I am out of breath ?
Do you not see that I am out of breath ?
JULIET
How art thou out of breath , when thou hast breath
To say to me that thou art out of breath ?
The excuse that thou dost make in this delay
[107] ACT 2. SC. 5 Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse .
Is thy news good or bad ? Answer to that .
Say either , and I’ll stay the circumstance .
Let me be satisfied ; is ’t good or bad ?
To say to me that thou art out of breath ?
The excuse that thou dost make in this delay
[107] ACT 2. SC. 5 Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse .
Is thy news good or bad ? Answer to that .
Say either , and I’ll stay the circumstance .
Let me be satisfied ; is ’t good or bad ?
NURSE
Well , you have made a simple choice . You know
not how to choose a man . Romeo ? No , not he .
Though his face be better than any man’s , yet his leg
excels all men’s , and for a hand and a foot and a
body , though they be not to be talked on , yet they
are past compare . He is not the flower of courtesy ,
but I’ll warrant him as gentle as a lamb . Go thy
ways , wench . Serve God . What , have you dined at
home ?
not how to choose a man . Romeo ? No , not he .
Though his face be better than any man’s , yet his leg
excels all men’s , and for a hand and a foot and a
body , though they be not to be talked on , yet they
are past compare . He is not the flower of courtesy ,
but I’ll warrant him as gentle as a lamb . Go thy
ways , wench . Serve God . What , have you dined at
home ?
JULIET
No , no . But all this did I know before .
What says he of our marriage ? What of that ?
What says he of our marriage ? What of that ?
NURSE
Lord , how my head aches ! What a head have I !
It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces .
My back o’ t’ other side ! Ah , my back , my back !
Beshrew your heart for sending me about
To catch my death with jaunting up and down .
It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces .
My back o’ t’ other side ! Ah , my back , my back !
Beshrew your heart for sending me about
To catch my death with jaunting up and down .
JULIET
I’ faith , I am sorry that thou art not well .
Sweet , sweet , sweet nurse , tell me , what says my
love ?
Sweet , sweet , sweet nurse , tell me , what says my
love ?
NURSE
Your love says , like an honest gentleman , and a
courteous , and a kind , and a handsome , and , I
warrant , a virtuous — Where is your mother ?
courteous , and a kind , and a handsome , and , I
warrant , a virtuous — Where is your mother ?
JULIET
Where is my mother ? Why , she is within .
Where should she be ? How oddly thou repliest :
‘Your love says , like an honest gentleman ,
Where is your mother ?’
Where should she be ? How oddly thou repliest :
‘Your love says , like an honest gentleman ,
Where is your mother ?’
NURSE
O God’s lady dear ,
Are you so hot ? Marry , come up , I trow .
[109] ACT 2. SC. 6 Is this the poultice for my aching bones ?
Henceforward do your messages yourself .
Are you so hot ? Marry , come up , I trow .
[109] ACT 2. SC. 6 Is this the poultice for my aching bones ?
Henceforward do your messages yourself .
JULIET
Here’s such a coil . Come , what says Romeo ?
NURSE
Have you got leave to go to shrift today ?
JULIET
I have .
NURSE
Then hie you hence to Friar Lawrence’ cell .
There stays a husband to make you a wife .
Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks ;
They’ll be in scarlet straight at any news .
Hie you to church . I must another way ,
To fetch a ladder by the which your love
Must climb a bird’s nest soon when it is dark .
I am the drudge and toil in your delight ,
But you shall bear the burden soon at night .
Go . I’ll to dinner . Hie you to the cell .
There stays a husband to make you a wife .
Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks ;
They’ll be in scarlet straight at any news .
Hie you to church . I must another way ,
To fetch a ladder by the which your love
Must climb a bird’s nest soon when it is dark .
I am the drudge and toil in your delight ,
But you shall bear the burden soon at night .
Go . I’ll to dinner . Hie you to the cell .
JULIET
Hie to high fortune ! Honest nurse , farewell .
They exit .
Scene 6
Enter Friar Lawrence and Romeo .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
So smile the heavens upon this holy act
That after-hours with sorrow chide us not .
That after-hours with sorrow chide us not .
ROMEO
Amen , amen . But come what sorrow can ,
It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
That one short minute gives me in her sight .
Do thou but close our hands with holy words ,
Then love-devouring death do what he dare ,
It is enough I may but call her mine .
It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
That one short minute gives me in her sight .
Do thou but close our hands with holy words ,
Then love-devouring death do what he dare ,
It is enough I may but call her mine .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
These violent delights have violent ends
[111] ACT 2. SC. 6 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 . Long love doth so .
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow .
Here comes the lady . O , so light a foot
Will ne’er wear out the everlasting flint .
A lover may bestride the gossamers
That idles in the wanton summer air ,
And yet not fall , so light is vanity .
[111] ACT 2. SC. 6 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 . Long love doth so .
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow .
Enter Juliet .
Here comes the lady . O , so light a foot
Will ne’er wear out the everlasting flint .
A lover may bestride the gossamers
That idles in the wanton summer air ,
And yet not fall , so light is vanity .
JULIET
Good even to my ghostly confessor .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Romeo shall thank thee , daughter , for us both .
JULIET
As much to him , else is his thanks too much .
ROMEO
Ah , Juliet , if the measure of thy joy
Be heaped like mine , and that thy skill be more
To blazon it , then sweeten with thy breath
This neighbor air , and let rich music’s tongue
Unfold the imagined happiness that both
Receive in either by this dear encounter .
Be heaped like mine , and that thy skill be more
To blazon it , then sweeten with thy breath
This neighbor air , and let rich music’s tongue
Unfold the imagined happiness that both
Receive in either by this dear encounter .
JULIET
Conceit , more rich in matter than in words ,
Brags of his substance , not of ornament .
They are but beggars that can count their worth ,
But my true love is grown to such excess
I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth .
Brags of his substance , not of ornament .
They are but beggars that can count their worth ,
But my true love is grown to such excess
I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Come , come with me , and we will make short work ,
For , by your leaves , you shall not stay alone
Till Holy Church incorporate two in one .
For , by your leaves , you shall not stay alone
Till Holy Church incorporate two in one .
They exit .
[115]
ACT 3
Scene 1
Enter Mercutio , Benvolio , and their men .
BENVOLIO
I pray thee , good Mercutio , let’s retire .
The day is hot , the Capels are abroad ,
And if we meet we shall not ’scape a brawl ,
For now , these hot days , is the mad blood stirring .
The day is hot , the Capels are abroad ,
And if we meet we shall not ’scape a brawl ,
For now , these hot days , is the mad blood stirring .
MERCUTIO
Thou art like one of these fellows that , when
he enters the confines of a tavern , claps me his
sword upon the table and says ‘God send me no
need of thee’ and , by the operation of the second
cup , draws him on the drawer when indeed there is
no need .
he enters the confines of a tavern , claps me his
sword upon the table and says ‘God send me no
need of thee’ and , by the operation of the second
cup , draws him on the drawer when indeed there is
no need .
BENVOLIO
Am I like such a fellow ?
MERCUTIO
Come , come , thou art as hot a jack in thy
mood as any in Italy , and as soon moved to be
moody , and as soon moody to be moved .
mood as any in Italy , and as soon moved to be
moody , and as soon moody to be moved .
BENVOLIO
And what to ?
MERCUTIO
Nay , an there were two such , we should
have none shortly , for one would kill the other .
Thou — why , thou wilt quarrel with a man that
hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard than
thou hast . Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking
nuts , having no other reason but because thou
hast hazel eyes . What eye but such an eye would spy
out such a quarrel ? Thy head is as full of quarrels as
[117] ACT 3. SC. 1 an egg is full of meat , and yet thy head hath been
beaten as addle as an egg for quarreling . Thou hast
quarreled with a man for coughing in the street
because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain
asleep in the sun . Didst thou not fall out with a tailor
for wearing his new doublet before Easter ? With
another , for tying his new shoes with old ribbon ?
And yet thou wilt tutor me from quarreling ?
have none shortly , for one would kill the other .
Thou — why , thou wilt quarrel with a man that
hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard than
thou hast . Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking
nuts , having no other reason but because thou
hast hazel eyes . What eye but such an eye would spy
out such a quarrel ? Thy head is as full of quarrels as
[117] ACT 3. SC. 1 an egg is full of meat , and yet thy head hath been
beaten as addle as an egg for quarreling . Thou hast
quarreled with a man for coughing in the street
because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain
asleep in the sun . Didst thou not fall out with a tailor
for wearing his new doublet before Easter ? With
another , for tying his new shoes with old ribbon ?
And yet thou wilt tutor me from quarreling ?
BENVOLIO
An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art , any
man should buy the fee simple of my life for an
hour and a quarter .
man should buy the fee simple of my life for an
hour and a quarter .
MERCUTIO
The fee simple ? O simple !
Enter Tybalt , Petruchio , and others .
BENVOLIO
By my head , here comes the Capulets .
MERCUTIO
By my heel , I care not .
TYBALT
, to his companions
Follow me close , for I will speak to them . —
Gentlemen , good e’en . A word with one of you .
Gentlemen , good e’en . A word with one of you .
MERCUTIO
And but one word with one of us ? Couple it
with something . Make it a word and a blow .
with something . Make it a word and a blow .
TYBALT
You shall find me apt enough to that , sir , an
you will give me occasion .
you will give me occasion .
MERCUTIO
Could you not take some occasion without
giving ?
giving ?
TYBALT
Mercutio , thou consortest with Romeo .
MERCUTIO
Consort ? What , dost thou make us minstrels ?
An thou make minstrels of us , look to hear
nothing but discords . Here’s my fiddlestick ; here’s
that shall make you dance . Zounds , consort !
An thou make minstrels of us , look to hear
nothing but discords . Here’s my fiddlestick ; here’s
that shall make you dance . Zounds , consort !
BENVOLIO
We talk here in the public haunt of men .
Either withdraw unto some private place ,
Or reason coldly of your grievances ,
Or else depart . Here all eyes gaze on us .
Either withdraw unto some private place ,
Or reason coldly of your grievances ,
Or else depart . Here all eyes gaze on us .
[119]ACT 3. SC. 1
MERCUTIO
Men’s eyes were made to look , and let them gaze .
I will not budge for no man’s pleasure , I .
I will not budge for no man’s pleasure , I .
Enter Romeo .
TYBALT
Well , peace be with you , sir . Here comes my man .
MERCUTIO
But I’ll be hanged , sir , if he wear your livery .
Marry , go before to field , he’ll be your follower .
Your Worship in that sense may call him ‘man .’
Marry , go before to field , he’ll be your follower .
Your Worship in that sense may call him ‘man .’
TYBALT
Romeo , the love I bear thee can afford
No better term than this : thou art a villain .
No better term than this : thou art a villain .
ROMEO
Tybalt , the reason that I have to love thee
Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
To such a greeting . Villain am I none .
Therefore farewell . I see thou knowest me not .
Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
To such a greeting . Villain am I none .
Therefore farewell . I see thou knowest me not .
TYBALT
Boy , this shall not excuse the injuries
That thou hast done me . Therefore turn and draw .
That thou hast done me . Therefore turn and draw .
ROMEO
I do protest I never injured thee
But love thee better than thou canst devise
Till thou shalt know the reason of my love .
And so , good Capulet , which name I tender
As dearly as mine own , be satisfied .
But love thee better than thou canst devise
Till thou shalt know the reason of my love .
And so , good Capulet , which name I tender
As dearly as mine own , be satisfied .
MERCUTIO
O calm , dishonorable , vile submission !
Alla stoccato carries it away .
Tybalt , you ratcatcher , will you walk ?
Alla stoccato carries it away .
He draws .
Tybalt , you ratcatcher , will you walk ?
TYBALT
What wouldst thou have with me ?
MERCUTIO
Good king of cats , nothing but one of your
nine lives , that I mean to make bold withal , and , as
you shall use me hereafter , dry-beat the rest of the
[121] ACT 3. SC. 1 eight . Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher
by the ears ? Make haste , lest mine be about your
ears ere it be out .
nine lives , that I mean to make bold withal , and , as
you shall use me hereafter , dry-beat the rest of the
[121] ACT 3. SC. 1 eight . Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher
by the ears ? Make haste , lest mine be about your
ears ere it be out .
TYBALT
I am for you .
He draws .
ROMEO
Gentle Mercutio , put thy rapier up .
MERCUTIO
Come , sir , your passado .
They fight .
ROMEO
Draw , Benvolio , beat down their weapons .
Gentlemen , for shame forbear this outrage !
Tybalt ! Mercutio ! The Prince expressly hath
Forbid this bandying in Verona streets .
Hold , Tybalt ! Good Mercutio !
Romeo draws .
Gentlemen , for shame forbear this outrage !
Tybalt ! Mercutio ! The Prince expressly hath
Forbid this bandying in Verona streets .
Hold , Tybalt ! Good Mercutio !
Romeo attempts to beat down their rapiers .
Tybalt stabs Mercutio .
Tybalt stabs Mercutio .
PETRUCHIO
Away , Tybalt !
Tybalt , Petruchio , and their followers exit .
MERCUTIO
I am hurt .
A plague o’ both houses ! I am sped .
Is he gone and hath nothing ?
A plague o’ both houses ! I am sped .
Is he gone and hath nothing ?
BENVOLIO
What , art thou hurt ?
MERCUTIO
Ay , ay , a scratch , a scratch . Marry , ’tis enough .
Where is my page ? — Go , villain , fetch a surgeon .
Where is my page ? — Go , villain , fetch a surgeon .
Page exits .
ROMEO
Courage , man , the hurt cannot be much .
MERCUTIO
No , ’tis not so deep as a well , nor so wide as
a church door , but ’tis enough . ’Twill serve . Ask for
me tomorrow , and you shall find me a grave man . I
am peppered , I warrant , for this world . A plague o’
both your houses ! Zounds , a dog , a rat , a mouse , a
cat , to scratch a man to death ! A braggart , a rogue , a
villain that fights by the book of arithmetic ! Why the
devil came you between us ? I was hurt under your
arm .
a church door , but ’tis enough . ’Twill serve . Ask for
me tomorrow , and you shall find me a grave man . I
am peppered , I warrant , for this world . A plague o’
both your houses ! Zounds , a dog , a rat , a mouse , a
cat , to scratch a man to death ! A braggart , a rogue , a
villain that fights by the book of arithmetic ! Why the
devil came you between us ? I was hurt under your
arm .
[123]ACT 3. SC. 1
ROMEO
I thought all for the best .
MERCUTIO
Help me into some house , Benvolio ,
Or I shall faint . A plague o’ both your houses !
They have made worms’ meat of me .
I have it , and soundly , too . Your houses !
Or I shall faint . A plague o’ both your houses !
They have made worms’ meat of me .
I have it , and soundly , too . Your houses !
All but Romeo exit .
ROMEO
This gentleman , the Prince’s near ally ,
My very friend , hath got this mortal hurt
In my behalf . My reputation stained
With Tybalt’s slander — Tybalt , that an hour
Hath been my cousin ! O sweet Juliet ,
Thy beauty hath made me effeminate
And in my temper softened valor’s steel .
My very friend , hath got this mortal hurt
In my behalf . My reputation stained
With Tybalt’s slander — Tybalt , that an hour
Hath been my cousin ! O sweet Juliet ,
Thy beauty hath made me effeminate
And in my temper softened valor’s steel .
Enter Benvolio .
BENVOLIO
O Romeo , Romeo , brave Mercutio is dead .
That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds ,
Which too untimely here did scorn the earth .
That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds ,
Which too untimely here did scorn the earth .
ROMEO
This day’s black fate on more days doth depend .
This but begins the woe others must end .
This but begins the woe others must end .
Enter Tybalt .
BENVOLIO
Here comes the furious Tybalt back again .
ROMEO
Alive in triumph , and Mercutio slain !
Away to heaven , respective lenity ,
And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now . —
Now , Tybalt , take the ‘villain’ back again
That late thou gavest me , for Mercutio’s soul
Is but a little way above our heads ,
Staying for thine to keep him company .
Either thou or I , or both , must go with him .
Away to heaven , respective lenity ,
And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now . —
Now , Tybalt , take the ‘villain’ back again
That late thou gavest me , for Mercutio’s soul
Is but a little way above our heads ,
Staying for thine to keep him company .
Either thou or I , or both , must go with him .
[125]ACT 3. SC. 1
TYBALT
Thou wretched boy that didst consort him here
Shalt with him hence .
Shalt with him hence .
ROMEO
This shall determine that .
They fight . Tybalt falls .
BENVOLIO
Romeo , away , begone !
The citizens are up , and Tybalt slain .
Stand not amazed . The Prince will doom thee death
If thou art taken . Hence , be gone , away .
The citizens are up , and Tybalt slain .
Stand not amazed . The Prince will doom thee death
If thou art taken . Hence , be gone , away .
ROMEO
O , I am Fortune’s fool !
BENVOLIO
Why dost thou stay ?
Romeo exits .
Enter Citizens .
CITIZEN
Which way ran he that killed Mercutio ?
Tybalt , that murderer , which way ran he ?
Tybalt , that murderer , which way ran he ?
BENVOLIO
There lies that Tybalt .
CITIZEN
, to Tybalt
Up , sir , go with me .
I charge thee in the Prince’s name , obey .
I charge thee in the Prince’s name , obey .
Enter Prince , old Montague , Capulet , their Wives and all .
PRINCE
Where are the vile beginners of this fray ?
BENVOLIO
O noble prince , I can discover all
The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl .
There lies the man , slain by young Romeo ,
That slew thy kinsman , brave Mercutio .
The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl .
There lies the man , slain by young Romeo ,
That slew thy kinsman , brave Mercutio .
LADY CAPULET
Tybalt , my cousin , O my brother’s child !
O prince ! O cousin ! Husband ! O , the blood is spilled
Of my dear kinsman ! Prince , as thou art true ,
[127] ACT 3. SC. 1 For blood of ours , shed blood of Montague .
O cousin , cousin !
O prince ! O cousin ! Husband ! O , the blood is spilled
Of my dear kinsman ! Prince , as thou art true ,
[127] ACT 3. SC. 1 For blood of ours , shed blood of Montague .
O cousin , cousin !
PRINCE
Benvolio , who began this bloody fray ?
BENVOLIO
Tybalt , here slain , whom Romeo’s hand did slay —
Romeo , that spoke him fair , bid him bethink
How nice the quarrel was , and urged withal
Your high displeasure . All this utterèd
With gentle breath , calm look , knees humbly bowed
Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
Of Tybalt , deaf to peace , but that he tilts
With piercing steel at bold Mercutio’s breast ,
Who , all as hot , turns deadly point to point
And , with a martial scorn , with one hand beats
Cold death aside and with the other sends
It back to Tybalt , whose dexterity
Retorts it . Romeo he cries aloud
‘Hold , friends ! Friends , part !’ and swifter than his
tongue
His agile arm beats down their fatal points ,
And ’twixt them rushes ; underneath whose arm
An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
Of stout Mercutio , and then Tybalt fled .
But by and by comes back to Romeo ,
Who had but newly entertained revenge ,
And to ’t they go like lightning , for ere I
Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain ,
And , as he fell , did Romeo turn and fly .
This is the truth , or let Benvolio die .
Romeo , that spoke him fair , bid him bethink
How nice the quarrel was , and urged withal
Your high displeasure . All this utterèd
With gentle breath , calm look , knees humbly bowed
Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
Of Tybalt , deaf to peace , but that he tilts
With piercing steel at bold Mercutio’s breast ,
Who , all as hot , turns deadly point to point
And , with a martial scorn , with one hand beats
Cold death aside and with the other sends
It back to Tybalt , whose dexterity
Retorts it . Romeo he cries aloud
‘Hold , friends ! Friends , part !’ and swifter than his
tongue
His agile arm beats down their fatal points ,
And ’twixt them rushes ; underneath whose arm
An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
Of stout Mercutio , and then Tybalt fled .
But by and by comes back to Romeo ,
Who had but newly entertained revenge ,
And to ’t they go like lightning , for ere I
Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain ,
And , as he fell , did Romeo turn and fly .
This is the truth , or let Benvolio die .
LADY CAPULET
He is a kinsman to the Montague .
Affection makes him false ; he speaks not true .
Some twenty of them fought in this black strife ,
And all those twenty could but kill one life .
I beg for justice , which thou , prince , must give .
Romeo slew Tybalt ; Romeo must not live .
Affection makes him false ; he speaks not true .
Some twenty of them fought in this black strife ,
And all those twenty could but kill one life .
I beg for justice , which thou , prince , must give .
Romeo slew Tybalt ; Romeo must not live .
[129]ACT 3. SC. 2
PRINCE
Romeo slew him ; he slew Mercutio .
Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe ?
Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe ?
MONTAGUE
Not Romeo , Prince ; he was Mercutio’s friend .
His fault concludes but what the law should end ,
The life of Tybalt .
His fault concludes but what the law should end ,
The life of Tybalt .
PRINCE
And for that offense
Immediately we do exile him hence .
I have an interest in your hearts’ proceeding :
My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding .
But I’ll amerce you with so strong a fine
That you shall all repent the loss of mine .
I will be deaf to pleading and excuses .
Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses .
Therefore use none . Let Romeo hence in haste ,
Else , when he is found , that hour is his last .
Bear hence this body and attend our will .
Mercy but murders , pardoning those that kill .
Immediately we do exile him hence .
I have an interest in your hearts’ proceeding :
My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding .
But I’ll amerce you with so strong a fine
That you shall all repent the loss of mine .
I will be deaf to pleading and excuses .
Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses .
Therefore use none . Let Romeo hence in haste ,
Else , when he is found , that hour is his last .
Bear hence this body and attend our will .
Mercy but murders , pardoning those that kill .
They exit , the Capulet men
bearing off Tybalt’s body .
bearing off Tybalt’s body .
Scene 2
Enter Juliet alone .
JULIET
Gallop apace , you fiery-footed steeds ,
Towards Phoebus’ lodging . Such a wagoner
As Phaëton would whip you to the west
And bring in cloudy night immediately .
Spread thy close curtain , love-performing night ,
That runaways’ eyes may wink , and Romeo
Leap to these arms , untalked of and unseen .
Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
By their own beauties , or , if love be blind ,
[131] ACT 3. SC. 2 It best agrees with night . Come , civil night ,
Thou sober-suited matron all in black ,
And learn me how to lose a winning match
Played for a pair of stainless maidenhoods .
Hood my unmanned blood , bating in my cheeks ,
With thy black mantle till strange love grow bold ,
Think true love acted simple modesty .
Come , night . Come , Romeo . Come , thou day in
night ,
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow upon a raven’s back .
Come , gentle night ; come , loving black-browed
night ,
Give me my Romeo , and when I shall die ,
Take him and cut him out in little stars ,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun .
O , I have bought the mansion of a love
But not possessed it , and , though I am sold ,
Not yet enjoyed . So tedious is this day
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child that hath new robes
And may not wear them .
O , here comes my nurse ,
And she brings news , and every tongue that speaks
But Romeo’s name speaks heavenly eloquence . —
Now , nurse , what news ? What hast thou there ? The
cords
That Romeo bid thee fetch ?
Towards Phoebus’ lodging . Such a wagoner
As Phaëton would whip you to the west
And bring in cloudy night immediately .
Spread thy close curtain , love-performing night ,
That runaways’ eyes may wink , and Romeo
Leap to these arms , untalked of and unseen .
Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
By their own beauties , or , if love be blind ,
[131] ACT 3. SC. 2 It best agrees with night . Come , civil night ,
Thou sober-suited matron all in black ,
And learn me how to lose a winning match
Played for a pair of stainless maidenhoods .
Hood my unmanned blood , bating in my cheeks ,
With thy black mantle till strange love grow bold ,
Think true love acted simple modesty .
Come , night . Come , Romeo . Come , thou day in
night ,
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow upon a raven’s back .
Come , gentle night ; come , loving black-browed
night ,
Give me my Romeo , and when I shall die ,
Take him and cut him out in little stars ,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun .
O , I have bought the mansion of a love
But not possessed it , and , though I am sold ,
Not yet enjoyed . So tedious is this day
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child that hath new robes
And may not wear them .
Enter Nurse with cords .
O , here comes my nurse ,
And she brings news , and every tongue that speaks
But Romeo’s name speaks heavenly eloquence . —
Now , nurse , what news ? What hast thou there ? The
cords
That Romeo bid thee fetch ?
NURSE
Ay , ay , the cords .
Dropping the rope ladder .
JULIET
Ay me , what news ? Why dost thou wring thy hands ?
[133]ACT 3. SC. 2
NURSE
Ah weraday , he’s dead , he’s dead , he’s dead !
We are undone , lady , we are undone .
Alack the day , he’s gone , he’s killed , he’s dead .
We are undone , lady , we are undone .
Alack the day , he’s gone , he’s killed , he’s dead .
JULIET
Can heaven be so envious ?
NURSE
Romeo can ,
Though heaven cannot . O Romeo , Romeo ,
Whoever would have thought it ? Romeo !
Though heaven cannot . O Romeo , Romeo ,
Whoever would have thought it ? Romeo !
JULIET
What devil art thou that dost torment me thus ?
This torture should be roared in dismal hell .
Hath Romeo slain himself ? Say thou but ‘Ay ,’
And that bare vowel ‘I’ shall poison more
Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice .
I am not I if there be such an ‘I ,’
Or those eyes shut that makes thee answer ‘Ay .’
If he be slain , say ‘Ay ,’ or if not , ‘No .’
Brief sounds determine my weal or woe .
This torture should be roared in dismal hell .
Hath Romeo slain himself ? Say thou but ‘Ay ,’
And that bare vowel ‘I’ shall poison more
Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice .
I am not I if there be such an ‘I ,’
Or those eyes shut that makes thee answer ‘Ay .’
If he be slain , say ‘Ay ,’ or if not , ‘No .’
Brief sounds determine my weal or woe .
NURSE
I saw the wound . I saw it with mine eyes
( God save the mark ! ) here on his manly breast —
A piteous corse , a bloody piteous corse ,
Pale , pale as ashes , all bedaubed in blood ,
All in gore blood . I swoonèd at the sight .
( God save the mark ! ) here on his manly breast —
A piteous corse , a bloody piteous corse ,
Pale , pale as ashes , all bedaubed in blood ,
All in gore blood . I swoonèd at the sight .
JULIET
O break , my heart , poor bankrout , break at once !
To prison , eyes ; ne’er look on liberty .
Vile earth to earth resign ; end motion here ,
And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier .
To prison , eyes ; ne’er look on liberty .
Vile earth to earth resign ; end motion here ,
And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier .
NURSE
O Tybalt , Tybalt , the best friend I had !
O courteous Tybalt , honest gentleman ,
That ever I should live to see thee dead !
O courteous Tybalt , honest gentleman ,
That ever I should live to see thee dead !
JULIET
What storm is this that blows so contrary ?
[135] ACT 3. SC. 2 Is Romeo slaughtered and is Tybalt dead ?
My dearest cousin , and my dearer lord ?
Then , dreadful trumpet , sound the general doom ,
For who is living if those two are gone ?
[135] ACT 3. SC. 2 Is Romeo slaughtered and is Tybalt dead ?
My dearest cousin , and my dearer lord ?
Then , dreadful trumpet , sound the general doom ,
For who is living if those two are gone ?
NURSE
Tybalt is gone and Romeo banishèd .
Romeo that killed him — he is banishèd .
Romeo that killed him — he is banishèd .
JULIET
O God , did Romeo’s hand shed Tybalt’s blood ?
NURSE
It did , it did , alas the day , it did .
JULIET
O serpent heart hid with a flow’ring face !
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave ?
Beautiful tyrant , fiend angelical !
Dove-feathered raven , wolvish-ravening lamb !
Despisèd substance of divinest show !
Just opposite to what thou justly seem’st ,
A damnèd saint , an honorable villain .
O nature , what hadst thou to do in hell
When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend
In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh ?
Was ever book containing such vile matter
So fairly bound ? O , that deceit should dwell
In such a gorgeous palace !
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave ?
Beautiful tyrant , fiend angelical !
Dove-feathered raven , wolvish-ravening lamb !
Despisèd substance of divinest show !
Just opposite to what thou justly seem’st ,
A damnèd saint , an honorable villain .
O nature , what hadst thou to do in hell
When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend
In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh ?
Was ever book containing such vile matter
So fairly bound ? O , that deceit should dwell
In such a gorgeous palace !
NURSE
There’s no trust ,
No faith , no honesty in men . All perjured ,
All forsworn , all naught , all dissemblers .
Ah , where’s my man ? Give me some aqua vitae .
These griefs , these woes , these sorrows make me
old .
Shame come to Romeo !
No faith , no honesty in men . All perjured ,
All forsworn , all naught , all dissemblers .
Ah , where’s my man ? Give me some aqua vitae .
These griefs , these woes , these sorrows make me
old .
Shame come to Romeo !
JULIET
Blistered be thy tongue
For such a wish ! He was not born to shame .
Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit ,
For ’tis a throne where honor may be crowned
[137] ACT 3. SC. 2 Sole monarch of the universal Earth .
O , what a beast was I to chide at him !
For such a wish ! He was not born to shame .
Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit ,
For ’tis a throne where honor may be crowned
[137] ACT 3. SC. 2 Sole monarch of the universal Earth .
O , what a beast was I to chide at him !
NURSE
Will you speak well of him that killed your cousin ?
JULIET
Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband ?
Ah , poor my lord , what tongue shall smooth thy
name
When I , thy three-hours wife , have mangled it ?
But wherefore , villain , didst thou kill my cousin ?
That villain cousin would have killed my husband .
Back , foolish tears , back to your native spring ;
Your tributary drops belong to woe ,
Which you , mistaking , offer up to joy .
My husband lives , that Tybalt would have slain ,
And Tybalt’s dead , that would have slain my
husband .
All this is comfort . Wherefore weep I then ?
Some word there was , worser than Tybalt’s death ,
That murdered me . I would forget it fain ,
But , O , it presses to my memory
Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners’ minds :
‘Tybalt is dead and Romeo banishèd .’
That ‘banishèd ,’ that one word ‘banishèd ,’
Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts . Tybalt’s death
Was woe enough if it had ended there ;
Or , if sour woe delights in fellowship
And needly will be ranked with other griefs ,
Why followed not , when she said ‘Tybalt’s dead ,’
‘Thy father’ or ‘thy mother ,’ nay , or both ,
Which modern lamentation might have moved ?
But with a rearward following Tybalt’s death ,
‘Romeo is banishèd .’ To speak that word
Is father , mother , Tybalt , Romeo , Juliet ,
All slain , all dead . ‘Romeo is banishèd .’
There is no end , no limit , measure , bound ,
[139] ACT 3. SC. 3 In that word’s death . No words can that woe sound .
Where is my father and my mother , nurse ?
Ah , poor my lord , what tongue shall smooth thy
name
When I , thy three-hours wife , have mangled it ?
But wherefore , villain , didst thou kill my cousin ?
That villain cousin would have killed my husband .
Back , foolish tears , back to your native spring ;
Your tributary drops belong to woe ,
Which you , mistaking , offer up to joy .
My husband lives , that Tybalt would have slain ,
And Tybalt’s dead , that would have slain my
husband .
All this is comfort . Wherefore weep I then ?
Some word there was , worser than Tybalt’s death ,
That murdered me . I would forget it fain ,
But , O , it presses to my memory
Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners’ minds :
‘Tybalt is dead and Romeo banishèd .’
That ‘banishèd ,’ that one word ‘banishèd ,’
Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts . Tybalt’s death
Was woe enough if it had ended there ;
Or , if sour woe delights in fellowship
And needly will be ranked with other griefs ,
Why followed not , when she said ‘Tybalt’s dead ,’
‘Thy father’ or ‘thy mother ,’ nay , or both ,
Which modern lamentation might have moved ?
But with a rearward following Tybalt’s death ,
‘Romeo is banishèd .’ To speak that word
Is father , mother , Tybalt , Romeo , Juliet ,
All slain , all dead . ‘Romeo is banishèd .’
There is no end , no limit , measure , bound ,
[139] ACT 3. SC. 3 In that word’s death . No words can that woe sound .
Where is my father and my mother , nurse ?
NURSE
Weeping and wailing over Tybalt’s corse .
Will you go to them ? I will bring you thither .
Will you go to them ? I will bring you thither .
JULIET
Wash they his wounds with tears ? Mine shall be
spent ,
When theirs are dry , for Romeo’s banishment . —
Take up those cords .
Poor ropes , you are beguiled ,
Both you and I , for Romeo is exiled .
He made you for a highway to my bed ,
But I , a maid , die maiden-widowèd .
Come , cords — come , nurse . I’ll to my wedding bed ,
And death , not Romeo , take my maidenhead !
spent ,
When theirs are dry , for Romeo’s banishment . —
Take up those cords .
The Nurse picks up the rope ladder .
Poor ropes , you are beguiled ,
Both you and I , for Romeo is exiled .
He made you for a highway to my bed ,
But I , a maid , die maiden-widowèd .
Come , cords — come , nurse . I’ll to my wedding bed ,
And death , not Romeo , take my maidenhead !
NURSE
Hie to your chamber . I’ll find Romeo
To comfort you . I wot well where he is .
Hark you , your Romeo will be here at night .
I’ll to him . He is hid at Lawrence’ cell .
To comfort you . I wot well where he is .
Hark you , your Romeo will be here at night .
I’ll to him . He is hid at Lawrence’ cell .
JULIET
O , find him !
Give this ring to my true knight
And bid him come to take his last farewell .
Giving the Nurse a ring .
Give this ring to my true knight
And bid him come to take his last farewell .
They exit .
Scene 3
Enter Friar Lawrence .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Romeo , come forth ; come forth , thou fearful man .
Affliction is enamored of thy parts ,
And thou art wedded to calamity .
Affliction is enamored of thy parts ,
And thou art wedded to calamity .
[141]ACT 3. SC. 3
Enter Romeo .
ROMEO
Father , what news ? What is the Prince’s doom ?
What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand
That I yet know not ?
What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand
That I yet know not ?
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Too familiar
Is my dear son with such sour company .
I bring thee tidings of the Prince’s doom .
Is my dear son with such sour company .
I bring thee tidings of the Prince’s doom .
ROMEO
What less than doomsday is the Prince’s doom ?
FRIAR LAWRENCE
A gentler judgment vanished from his lips :
Not body’s death , but body’s banishment .
Not body’s death , but body’s banishment .
ROMEO
Ha , banishment ? Be merciful , say ‘death ,’
For exile hath more terror in his look ,
Much more than death . Do not say ‘banishment .’
For exile hath more terror in his look ,
Much more than death . Do not say ‘banishment .’
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Here from Verona art thou banishèd .
Be patient , for the world is broad and wide .
Be patient , for the world is broad and wide .
ROMEO
There is no world without Verona walls
But purgatory , torture , hell itself .
Hence ‘banishèd’ is ‘banished from the world ,’
And world’s exile is death . Then ‘banishèd’
Is death mistermed . Calling death ‘banishèd ,’
Thou cutt’st my head off with a golden ax
And smilest upon the stroke that murders me .
But purgatory , torture , hell itself .
Hence ‘banishèd’ is ‘banished from the world ,’
And world’s exile is death . Then ‘banishèd’
Is death mistermed . Calling death ‘banishèd ,’
Thou cutt’st my head off with a golden ax
And smilest upon the stroke that murders me .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
O deadly sin , O rude unthankfulness !
Thy fault our law calls death , but the kind prince ,
Taking thy part , hath rushed aside the law
And turned that black word ‘death’ to
‘banishment .’
This is dear mercy , and thou seest it not .
Thy fault our law calls death , but the kind prince ,
Taking thy part , hath rushed aside the law
And turned that black word ‘death’ to
‘banishment .’
This is dear mercy , and thou seest it not .
[143]ACT 3. SC. 3
ROMEO
’Tis torture and not mercy . Heaven is here
Where Juliet lives , and every cat and dog
And little mouse , every unworthy thing ,
Live here in heaven and may look on her ,
But Romeo may not . More validity ,
More honorable state , more courtship lives
In carrion flies than Romeo . They may seize
On the white wonder of dear Juliet’s hand
And steal immortal blessing from her lips ,
Who even in pure and vestal modesty
Still blush , as thinking their own kisses sin ;
But Romeo may not ; he is banishèd .
Flies may do this , but I from this must fly .
They are free men , but I am banishèd .
And sayest thou yet that exile is not death ?
Hadst thou no poison mixed , no sharp-ground
knife ,
No sudden mean of death , though ne’er so mean ,
But ‘banishèd’ to kill me ? ‘Banishèd’ ?
O friar , the damnèd use that word in hell .
Howling attends it . How hast thou the heart ,
Being a divine , a ghostly confessor ,
A sin absolver , and my friend professed ,
To mangle me with that word ‘banishèd’ ?
Where Juliet lives , and every cat and dog
And little mouse , every unworthy thing ,
Live here in heaven and may look on her ,
But Romeo may not . More validity ,
More honorable state , more courtship lives
In carrion flies than Romeo . They may seize
On the white wonder of dear Juliet’s hand
And steal immortal blessing from her lips ,
Who even in pure and vestal modesty
Still blush , as thinking their own kisses sin ;
But Romeo may not ; he is banishèd .
Flies may do this , but I from this must fly .
They are free men , but I am banishèd .
And sayest thou yet that exile is not death ?
Hadst thou no poison mixed , no sharp-ground
knife ,
No sudden mean of death , though ne’er so mean ,
But ‘banishèd’ to kill me ? ‘Banishèd’ ?
O friar , the damnèd use that word in hell .
Howling attends it . How hast thou the heart ,
Being a divine , a ghostly confessor ,
A sin absolver , and my friend professed ,
To mangle me with that word ‘banishèd’ ?
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Thou fond mad man , hear me a little speak .
ROMEO
O , thou wilt speak again of banishment .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
I’ll give thee armor to keep off that word ,
Adversity’s sweet milk , philosophy ,
To comfort thee , though thou art banishèd .
Adversity’s sweet milk , philosophy ,
To comfort thee , though thou art banishèd .
ROMEO
Yet ‘banishèd’ ? Hang up philosophy .
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet ,
[145] ACT 3. SC. 3 Displant a town , reverse a prince’s doom ,
It helps not , it prevails not . Talk no more .
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet ,
[145] ACT 3. SC. 3 Displant a town , reverse a prince’s doom ,
It helps not , it prevails not . Talk no more .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
O , then I see that madmen have no ears .
ROMEO
How should they when that wise men have no eyes ?
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Let me dispute with thee of thy estate .
ROMEO
Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel .
Wert thou as young as I , Juliet thy love ,
An hour but married , Tybalt murderèd ,
Doting like me , and like me banishèd ,
Then mightst thou speak , then mightst thou tear thy
hair
And fall upon the ground as I do now ,
Taking the measure of an unmade grave .
Wert thou as young as I , Juliet thy love ,
An hour but married , Tybalt murderèd ,
Doting like me , and like me banishèd ,
Then mightst thou speak , then mightst thou tear thy
hair
And fall upon the ground as I do now ,
Romeo throws himself down .
Taking the measure of an unmade grave .
Knock within .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Arise . One knocks . Good Romeo , hide thyself .
ROMEO
Not I , unless the breath of heartsick groans ,
Mistlike , enfold me from the search of eyes .
Mistlike , enfold me from the search of eyes .
Knock .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Hark , how they knock ! — Who’s there ? — Romeo ,
arise .
Thou wilt be taken . — Stay awhile . — Stand up .
Run to my study . — By and by . — God’s will ,
What simpleness is this ? — I come , I come .
Who knocks so hard ? Whence come you ? What’s
your will ?
arise .
Thou wilt be taken . — Stay awhile . — Stand up .
Knock .
Run to my study . — By and by . — God’s will ,
What simpleness is this ? — I come , I come .
Knock .
Who knocks so hard ? Whence come you ? What’s
your will ?
[147]ACT 3. SC. 3
NURSE
, within
Let me come in , and you shall know my errand .
I come from Lady Juliet .
I come from Lady Juliet .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
, admitting the Nurse
Welcome , then .
Enter Nurse .
NURSE
O holy friar , O , tell me , holy friar ,
Where’s my lady’s lord ? Where’s Romeo ?
Where’s my lady’s lord ? Where’s Romeo ?
FRIAR LAWRENCE
There on the ground , with his own tears made
drunk .
drunk .
NURSE
O , he is even in my mistress’ case ,
Just in her case . O woeful sympathy !
Piteous predicament ! Even so lies she ,
Blubb’ring and weeping , weeping and blubb’ring . —
Stand up , stand up . Stand an you be a man .
For Juliet’s sake , for her sake , rise and stand .
Why should you fall into so deep an O ?
Just in her case . O woeful sympathy !
Piteous predicament ! Even so lies she ,
Blubb’ring and weeping , weeping and blubb’ring . —
Stand up , stand up . Stand an you be a man .
For Juliet’s sake , for her sake , rise and stand .
Why should you fall into so deep an O ?
ROMEO
Nurse .
NURSE
Ah sir , ah sir , death’s the end of all .
ROMEO
, rising up
Spakest thou of Juliet ? How is it with her ?
Doth not she think me an old murderer ,
Now I have stained the childhood of our joy
With blood removed but little from her own ?
Where is she ? And how doth she ? And what says
My concealed lady to our canceled love ?
Doth not she think me an old murderer ,
Now I have stained the childhood of our joy
With blood removed but little from her own ?
Where is she ? And how doth she ? And what says
My concealed lady to our canceled love ?
NURSE
O , she says nothing , sir , but weeps and weeps ,
And now falls on her bed , and then starts up ,
And ‘Tybalt’ calls , and then on Romeo cries ,
And then down falls again .
And now falls on her bed , and then starts up ,
And ‘Tybalt’ calls , and then on Romeo cries ,
And then down falls again .
[149]ACT 3. SC. 3
ROMEO
As if that name ,
Shot from the deadly level of a gun ,
Did murder her , as that name’s cursèd hand
Murdered her kinsman . — O , tell me , friar , tell me ,
In what vile part of this anatomy
Doth my name lodge ? Tell me , that I may sack
The hateful mansion .
Shot from the deadly level of a gun ,
Did murder her , as that name’s cursèd hand
Murdered her kinsman . — O , tell me , friar , tell me ,
In what vile part of this anatomy
Doth my name lodge ? Tell me , that I may sack
The hateful mansion .
He draws his dagger .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Hold thy desperate hand !
Art thou a man ? Thy form cries out thou art .
Thy tears are womanish ; thy wild acts denote
The unreasonable fury of a beast .
Unseemly woman in a seeming man ,
And ill-beseeming beast in seeming both !
Thou hast amazed me . By my holy order ,
I thought thy disposition better tempered .
Hast thou slain Tybalt ? Wilt thou slay thyself ,
And slay thy lady that in thy life lives ,
By doing damnèd hate upon thyself ?
Why railest thou on thy birth , the heaven , and earth ,
Since birth and heaven and earth all three do meet
In thee at once , which thou at once wouldst lose ?
Fie , fie , thou shamest thy shape , thy love , thy wit ,
Which , like a usurer , abound’st in all
And usest none in that true use indeed
Which should bedeck thy shape , thy love , thy wit .
Thy noble shape is but a form of wax ,
Digressing from the valor of a man ;
Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury ,
Killing that love which thou hast vowed to cherish ;
Thy wit , that ornament to shape and love ,
Misshapen in the conduct of them both ,
Like powder in a skilless soldier’s flask ,
Is set afire by thine own ignorance ,
And thou dismembered with thine own defense .
What , rouse thee , man ! Thy Juliet is alive ,
For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead :
[151] ACT 3. SC. 3 There art thou happy . Tybalt would kill thee ,
But thou slewest Tybalt : there art thou happy .
The law that threatened death becomes thy friend
And turns it to exile : there art thou happy .
A pack of blessings light upon thy back ;
Happiness courts thee in her best array ;
But , like a misbehaved and sullen wench ,
Thou pouts upon thy fortune and thy love .
Take heed , take heed , for such die miserable .
Go , get thee to thy love , as was decreed .
Ascend her chamber . Hence and comfort her .
But look thou stay not till the watch be set ,
For then thou canst not pass to Mantua ,
Where thou shalt live till we can find a time
To blaze your marriage , reconcile your friends ,
Beg pardon of the Prince , and call thee back
With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
Than thou went’st forth in lamentation . —
Go before , nurse . Commend me to thy lady ,
And bid her hasten all the house to bed ,
Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto .
Romeo is coming .
Art thou a man ? Thy form cries out thou art .
Thy tears are womanish ; thy wild acts denote
The unreasonable fury of a beast .
Unseemly woman in a seeming man ,
And ill-beseeming beast in seeming both !
Thou hast amazed me . By my holy order ,
I thought thy disposition better tempered .
Hast thou slain Tybalt ? Wilt thou slay thyself ,
And slay thy lady that in thy life lives ,
By doing damnèd hate upon thyself ?
Why railest thou on thy birth , the heaven , and earth ,
Since birth and heaven and earth all three do meet
In thee at once , which thou at once wouldst lose ?
Fie , fie , thou shamest thy shape , thy love , thy wit ,
Which , like a usurer , abound’st in all
And usest none in that true use indeed
Which should bedeck thy shape , thy love , thy wit .
Thy noble shape is but a form of wax ,
Digressing from the valor of a man ;
Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury ,
Killing that love which thou hast vowed to cherish ;
Thy wit , that ornament to shape and love ,
Misshapen in the conduct of them both ,
Like powder in a skilless soldier’s flask ,
Is set afire by thine own ignorance ,
And thou dismembered with thine own defense .
What , rouse thee , man ! Thy Juliet is alive ,
For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead :
[151] ACT 3. SC. 3 There art thou happy . Tybalt would kill thee ,
But thou slewest Tybalt : there art thou happy .
The law that threatened death becomes thy friend
And turns it to exile : there art thou happy .
A pack of blessings light upon thy back ;
Happiness courts thee in her best array ;
But , like a misbehaved and sullen wench ,
Thou pouts upon thy fortune and thy love .
Take heed , take heed , for such die miserable .
Go , get thee to thy love , as was decreed .
Ascend her chamber . Hence and comfort her .
But look thou stay not till the watch be set ,
For then thou canst not pass to Mantua ,
Where thou shalt live till we can find a time
To blaze your marriage , reconcile your friends ,
Beg pardon of the Prince , and call thee back
With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
Than thou went’st forth in lamentation . —
Go before , nurse . Commend me to thy lady ,
And bid her hasten all the house to bed ,
Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto .
Romeo is coming .
NURSE
O Lord , I could have stayed here all the night
To hear good counsel . O , what learning is ! —
My lord , I’ll tell my lady you will come .
To hear good counsel . O , what learning is ! —
My lord , I’ll tell my lady you will come .
ROMEO
Do so , and bid my sweet prepare to chide .
NURSE
Here , sir , a ring she bid me give you , sir .
Hie you , make haste , for it grows very late .
Nurse gives Romeo a ring .
Hie you , make haste , for it grows very late .
She exits .
ROMEO
How well my comfort is revived by this !
[153]ACT 3. SC. 4
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Go hence , good night — and here stands all your
state :
Either be gone before the watch be set
Or by the break of day disguised from hence .
Sojourn in Mantua . I’ll find out your man ,
And he shall signify from time to time
Every good hap to you that chances here .
Give me thy hand . ’Tis late . Farewell . Good night .
state :
Either be gone before the watch be set
Or by the break of day disguised from hence .
Sojourn in Mantua . I’ll find out your man ,
And he shall signify from time to time
Every good hap to you that chances here .
Give me thy hand . ’Tis late . Farewell . Good night .
ROMEO
But that a joy past joy calls out on me ,
It were a grief so brief to part with thee .
Farewell .
It were a grief so brief to part with thee .
Farewell .
They exit .
Scene 4
Enter old Capulet , his Wife , and Paris .
CAPULET
Things have fallen out , sir , so unluckily
That we have had no time to move our daughter .
Look you , she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly ,
And so did I . Well , we were born to die .
’Tis very late . She’ll not come down tonight .
I promise you , but for your company ,
I would have been abed an hour ago .
That we have had no time to move our daughter .
Look you , she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly ,
And so did I . Well , we were born to die .
’Tis very late . She’ll not come down tonight .
I promise you , but for your company ,
I would have been abed an hour ago .
PARIS
These times of woe afford no times to woo . —
Madam , good night . Commend me to your
daughter .
Madam , good night . Commend me to your
daughter .
LADY CAPULET
I will , and know her mind early tomorrow .
Tonight she’s mewed up to her heaviness .
Tonight she’s mewed up to her heaviness .
CAPULET
Sir Paris , I will make a desperate tender
Of my child’s love . I think she will be ruled
[155] ACT 3. SC. 5 In all respects by me . Nay , more , I doubt it not . —
Wife , go you to her ere you go to bed .
Acquaint her here of my son Paris’ love ,
And bid her — mark you me ? — on Wednesday
next —
But soft , what day is this ?
Of my child’s love . I think she will be ruled
[155] ACT 3. SC. 5 In all respects by me . Nay , more , I doubt it not . —
Wife , go you to her ere you go to bed .
Acquaint her here of my son Paris’ love ,
And bid her — mark you me ? — on Wednesday
next —
But soft , what day is this ?
PARIS
Monday , my lord .
CAPULET
Monday , ha ha ! Well , Wednesday is too soon .
O’ Thursday let it be . — O’ Thursday , tell her ,
She shall be married to this noble earl . —
Will you be ready ? Do you like this haste ?
We’ll keep no great ado : a friend or two .
For hark you , Tybalt being slain so late ,
It may be thought we held him carelessly ,
Being our kinsman , if we revel much .
Therefore we’ll have some half a dozen friends ,
And there an end . But what say you to Thursday ?
O’ Thursday let it be . — O’ Thursday , tell her ,
She shall be married to this noble earl . —
Will you be ready ? Do you like this haste ?
We’ll keep no great ado : a friend or two .
For hark you , Tybalt being slain so late ,
It may be thought we held him carelessly ,
Being our kinsman , if we revel much .
Therefore we’ll have some half a dozen friends ,
And there an end . But what say you to Thursday ?
PARIS
My lord , I would that Thursday were tomorrow .
CAPULET
Well , get you gone . O’ Thursday be it , then .
Prepare her , wife , against this wedding day . —
Farewell , my lord . — Light to my chamber , ho ! —
Afore me , it is so very late that we
May call it early by and by . — Good night .
To Lady Capulet .
Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed . Prepare her , wife , against this wedding day . —
Farewell , my lord . — Light to my chamber , ho ! —
Afore me , it is so very late that we
May call it early by and by . — Good night .
They exit .
Scene 5
Enter Romeo and Juliet aloft .
JULIET
Wilt thou be gone ? It is not yet near day .
It was the nightingale , and not the lark ,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear .
[157] ACT 3. SC. 5 Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree .
Believe me , love , it was the nightingale .
It was the nightingale , and not the lark ,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear .
[157] ACT 3. SC. 5 Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree .
Believe me , love , it was the nightingale .
ROMEO
It was the lark , the herald of the morn ,
No nightingale . Look , love , what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east .
Night’s candles are burnt out , and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops .
I must be gone and live , or stay and die .
No nightingale . Look , love , what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east .
Night’s candles are burnt out , and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops .
I must be gone and live , or stay and die .
JULIET
Yond light is not daylight , I know it , I .
It is some meteor that the sun exhaled
To be to thee this night a torchbearer
And light thee on thy way to Mantua .
Therefore stay yet . Thou need’st not to be gone .
It is some meteor that the sun exhaled
To be to thee this night a torchbearer
And light thee on thy way to Mantua .
Therefore stay yet . Thou need’st not to be gone .
ROMEO
Let me be ta’en ; let me be put to death .
I am content , so thou wilt have it so .
I’ll say yon gray is not the morning’s eye ;
’Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia’s brow .
Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat
The vaulty heaven so high above our heads .
I have more care to stay than will to go .
Come death and welcome . Juliet wills it so .
How is ’t , my soul ? Let’s talk . It is not day .
I am content , so thou wilt have it so .
I’ll say yon gray is not the morning’s eye ;
’Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia’s brow .
Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat
The vaulty heaven so high above our heads .
I have more care to stay than will to go .
Come death and welcome . Juliet wills it so .
How is ’t , my soul ? Let’s talk . It is not day .
JULIET
It is , it is . Hie hence , begone , away !
It is the lark that sings so out of tune ,
Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps .
Some say the lark makes sweet division .
This doth not so , for she divideth us .
Some say the lark and loathèd toad changed eyes .
O , now I would they had changed voices too ,
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray ,
Hunting thee hence with hunt’s-up to the day .
O , now begone . More light and light it grows .
It is the lark that sings so out of tune ,
Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps .
Some say the lark makes sweet division .
This doth not so , for she divideth us .
Some say the lark and loathèd toad changed eyes .
O , now I would they had changed voices too ,
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray ,
Hunting thee hence with hunt’s-up to the day .
O , now begone . More light and light it grows .
[159]ACT 3. SC. 5
ROMEO
More light and light , more dark and dark our woes .
Enter Nurse .
NURSE
Madam .
JULIET
Nurse ?
NURSE
Your lady mother is coming to your chamber .
The day is broke ; be wary ; look about .
The day is broke ; be wary ; look about .
She exits .
JULIET
Then , window , let day in , and let life out .
ROMEO
Farewell , farewell . One kiss and I’ll descend .
They kiss , and Romeo descends .
JULIET
Art thou gone so ? Love , lord , ay husband , friend !
I must hear from thee every day in the hour ,
For in a minute there are many days .
O , by this count I shall be much in years
Ere I again behold my Romeo .
I must hear from thee every day in the hour ,
For in a minute there are many days .
O , by this count I shall be much in years
Ere I again behold my Romeo .
ROMEO
Farewell .
I will omit no opportunity
That may convey my greetings , love , to thee .
I will omit no opportunity
That may convey my greetings , love , to thee .
JULIET
O , think’st thou we shall ever meet again ?
ROMEO
I doubt it not ; and all these woes shall serve
For sweet discourses in our times to come .
For sweet discourses in our times to come .
JULIET
O God , I have an ill-divining soul !
Methinks I see thee , now thou art so low ,
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb .
Either my eyesight fails or thou lookest pale .
Methinks I see thee , now thou art so low ,
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb .
Either my eyesight fails or thou lookest pale .
ROMEO
And trust me , love , in my eye so do you .
Dry sorrow drinks our blood . Adieu , adieu .
Dry sorrow drinks our blood . Adieu , adieu .
He exits .
[161]ACT 3. SC. 5
JULIET
O Fortune , Fortune , all men call thee fickle .
If thou art fickle , what dost thou with him
That is renowned for faith ? Be fickle , Fortune ,
For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long ,
But send him back .
If thou art fickle , what dost thou with him
That is renowned for faith ? Be fickle , Fortune ,
For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long ,
But send him back .
Enter Lady Capulet .
LADY CAPULET
Ho , daughter , are you up ?
JULIET
Who is ’t that calls ? It is my lady mother .
Is she not down so late or up so early ?
What unaccustomed cause procures her hither ?
Is she not down so late or up so early ?
What unaccustomed cause procures her hither ?
Juliet descends .
LADY CAPULET
Why , how now , Juliet ?
JULIET
Madam , I am not well .
LADY CAPULET
Evermore weeping for your cousin’s death ?
What , wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears ?
An if thou couldst , thou couldst not make him live .
Therefore have done . Some grief shows much of
love ,
But much of grief shows still some want of wit .
What , wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears ?
An if thou couldst , thou couldst not make him live .
Therefore have done . Some grief shows much of
love ,
But much of grief shows still some want of wit .
JULIET
Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss .
LADY CAPULET
So shall you feel the loss , but not the friend
Which you weep for .
Which you weep for .
JULIET
Feeling so the loss ,
I cannot choose but ever weep the friend .
I cannot choose but ever weep the friend .
LADY CAPULET
Well , girl , thou weep’st not so much for his death
As that the villain lives which slaughtered him .
As that the villain lives which slaughtered him .
JULIET
What villain , madam ?
[163]ACT 3. SC. 5
LADY CAPULET
That same villain , Romeo .
JULIET
, aside
Villain and he be many miles asunder . —
God pardon him . I do with all my heart ,
And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart .
God pardon him . I do with all my heart ,
And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart .
LADY CAPULET
That is because the traitor murderer lives .
JULIET
Ay , madam , from the reach of these my hands .
Would none but I might venge my cousin’s death !
Would none but I might venge my cousin’s death !
LADY CAPULET
We will have vengeance for it , fear thou not .
Then weep no more . I’ll send to one in Mantua ,
Where that same banished runagate doth live ,
Shall give him such an unaccustomed dram
That he shall soon keep Tybalt company .
And then , I hope , thou wilt be satisfied .
Then weep no more . I’ll send to one in Mantua ,
Where that same banished runagate doth live ,
Shall give him such an unaccustomed dram
That he shall soon keep Tybalt company .
And then , I hope , thou wilt be satisfied .
JULIET
Indeed , I never shall be satisfied
With Romeo till I behold him — dead —
Is my poor heart , so for a kinsman vexed .
Madam , if you could find out but a man
To bear a poison , I would temper it ,
That Romeo should , upon receipt thereof ,
Soon sleep in quiet . O , how my heart abhors
To hear him named and cannot come to him
To wreak the love I bore my cousin
Upon his body that hath slaughtered him .
With Romeo till I behold him — dead —
Is my poor heart , so for a kinsman vexed .
Madam , if you could find out but a man
To bear a poison , I would temper it ,
That Romeo should , upon receipt thereof ,
Soon sleep in quiet . O , how my heart abhors
To hear him named and cannot come to him
To wreak the love I bore my cousin
Upon his body that hath slaughtered him .
LADY CAPULET
Find thou the means , and I’ll find such a man .
But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings , girl .
But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings , girl .
JULIET
And joy comes well in such a needy time .
What are they , beseech your Ladyship ?
What are they , beseech your Ladyship ?
LADY CAPULET
Well , well , thou hast a careful father , child ,
[165] ACT 3. SC. 5 One who , to put thee from thy heaviness ,
Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy
That thou expects not , nor I looked not for .
[165] ACT 3. SC. 5 One who , to put thee from thy heaviness ,
Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy
That thou expects not , nor I looked not for .
JULIET
Madam , in happy time ! What day is that ?
LADY CAPULET
Marry , my child , early next Thursday morn
The gallant , young , and noble gentleman ,
The County Paris , at Saint Peter’s Church
Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride .
The gallant , young , and noble gentleman ,
The County Paris , at Saint Peter’s Church
Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride .
JULIET
Now , by Saint Peter’s Church , and Peter too ,
He shall not make me there a joyful bride !
I wonder at this haste , that I must wed
Ere he that should be husband comes to woo .
I pray you , tell my lord and father , madam ,
I will not marry yet , and when I do I swear
It shall be Romeo , whom you know I hate ,
Rather than Paris . These are news indeed !
He shall not make me there a joyful bride !
I wonder at this haste , that I must wed
Ere he that should be husband comes to woo .
I pray you , tell my lord and father , madam ,
I will not marry yet , and when I do I swear
It shall be Romeo , whom you know I hate ,
Rather than Paris . These are news indeed !
LADY CAPULET
Here comes your father . Tell him so yourself ,
And see how he will take it at your hands .
And see how he will take it at your hands .
Enter Capulet and Nurse .
CAPULET
When the sun sets , the earth doth drizzle dew ,
But for the sunset of my brother’s son
It rains downright .
How now , a conduit , girl ? What , still in tears ?
Evermore show’ring ? In one little body
Thou counterfeits a bark , a sea , a wind .
For still thy eyes , which I may call the sea ,
Do ebb and flow with tears ; the bark thy body is ,
Sailing in this salt flood ; the winds thy sighs ,
Who , raging with thy tears and they with them ,
Without a sudden calm , will overset
[167] ACT 3. SC. 5 Thy tempest-tossèd body . — How now , wife ?
Have you delivered to her our decree ?
But for the sunset of my brother’s son
It rains downright .
How now , a conduit , girl ? What , still in tears ?
Evermore show’ring ? In one little body
Thou counterfeits a bark , a sea , a wind .
For still thy eyes , which I may call the sea ,
Do ebb and flow with tears ; the bark thy body is ,
Sailing in this salt flood ; the winds thy sighs ,
Who , raging with thy tears and they with them ,
Without a sudden calm , will overset
[167] ACT 3. SC. 5 Thy tempest-tossèd body . — How now , wife ?
Have you delivered to her our decree ?
LADY CAPULET
Ay , sir , but she will none , she gives you thanks .
I would the fool were married to her grave .
I would the fool were married to her grave .
CAPULET
Soft , take me with you , take me with you , wife .
How , will she none ? Doth she not give us thanks ?
Is she not proud ? Doth she not count her blessed ,
Unworthy as she is , that we have wrought
So worthy a gentleman to be her bride ?
How , will she none ? Doth she not give us thanks ?
Is she not proud ? Doth she not count her blessed ,
Unworthy as she is , that we have wrought
So worthy a gentleman to be her bride ?
JULIET
Not proud you have , but thankful that you have .
Proud can I never be of what I hate ,
But thankful even for hate that is meant love .
Proud can I never be of what I hate ,
But thankful even for hate that is meant love .
CAPULET
How , how , how , how ? Chopped logic ? What is this ?
‘Proud ,’ and ‘I thank you ,’ and ‘I thank you not ,’
And yet ‘not proud’ ? Mistress minion you ,
Thank me no thankings , nor proud me no prouds ,
But fettle your fine joints ’gainst Thursday next
To go with Paris to Saint Peter’s Church ,
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither .
Out , you green-sickness carrion ! Out , you baggage !
You tallow face !
‘Proud ,’ and ‘I thank you ,’ and ‘I thank you not ,’
And yet ‘not proud’ ? Mistress minion you ,
Thank me no thankings , nor proud me no prouds ,
But fettle your fine joints ’gainst Thursday next
To go with Paris to Saint Peter’s Church ,
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither .
Out , you green-sickness carrion ! Out , you baggage !
You tallow face !
LADY CAPULET
Fie , fie , what , are you mad ?
JULIET
, kneeling
Good father , I beseech you on my knees ,
Hear me with patience but to speak a word .
Hear me with patience but to speak a word .
CAPULET
Hang thee , young baggage , disobedient wretch !
I tell thee what : get thee to church o’ Thursday ,
Or never after look me in the face .
Speak not ; reply not ; do not answer me .
My fingers itch . — Wife , we scarce thought us
blessed
[169] ACT 3. SC. 5 That God had lent us but this only child ,
But now I see this one is one too much ,
And that we have a curse in having her .
Out on her , hilding .
I tell thee what : get thee to church o’ Thursday ,
Or never after look me in the face .
Speak not ; reply not ; do not answer me .
My fingers itch . — Wife , we scarce thought us
blessed
[169] ACT 3. SC. 5 That God had lent us but this only child ,
But now I see this one is one too much ,
And that we have a curse in having her .
Out on her , hilding .
NURSE
God in heaven bless her !
You are to blame , my lord , to rate her so .
You are to blame , my lord , to rate her so .
CAPULET
And why , my Lady Wisdom ? Hold your tongue .
Good Prudence , smatter with your gossips , go .
Good Prudence , smatter with your gossips , go .
NURSE
I speak no treason .
CAPULET
O , God ’i’ g’ eden !
NURSE
May not one speak ?
CAPULET
Peace , you mumbling fool !
Utter your gravity o’er a gossip’s bowl ,
For here we need it not .
Utter your gravity o’er a gossip’s bowl ,
For here we need it not .
LADY CAPULET
You are too hot .
CAPULET
God’s bread , it makes me mad .
Day , night , hour , tide , time , work , play ,
Alone , in company , still my care hath been
To have her matched . And having now provided
A gentleman of noble parentage ,
Of fair demesnes , youthful , and nobly ligned ,
Stuffed , as they say , with honorable parts ,
Proportioned as one’s thought would wish a man —
And then to have a wretched puling fool ,
A whining mammet , in her fortune’s tender ,
To answer ‘I’ll not wed . I cannot love .
I am too young . I pray you , pardon me .’
But , an you will not wed , I’ll pardon you !
Graze where you will , you shall not house with me .
Look to ’t ; think on ’t . I do not use to jest .
Thursday is near . Lay hand on heart ; advise .
An you be mine , I’ll give you to my friend .
[171] ACT 3. SC. 5 An you be not , hang , beg , starve , die in the streets ,
For , by my soul , I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee ,
Nor what is mine shall never do thee good .
Trust to ’t ; bethink you . I’ll not be forsworn .
Day , night , hour , tide , time , work , play ,
Alone , in company , still my care hath been
To have her matched . And having now provided
A gentleman of noble parentage ,
Of fair demesnes , youthful , and nobly ligned ,
Stuffed , as they say , with honorable parts ,
Proportioned as one’s thought would wish a man —
And then to have a wretched puling fool ,
A whining mammet , in her fortune’s tender ,
To answer ‘I’ll not wed . I cannot love .
I am too young . I pray you , pardon me .’
But , an you will not wed , I’ll pardon you !
Graze where you will , you shall not house with me .
Look to ’t ; think on ’t . I do not use to jest .
Thursday is near . Lay hand on heart ; advise .
An you be mine , I’ll give you to my friend .
[171] ACT 3. SC. 5 An you be not , hang , beg , starve , die in the streets ,
For , by my soul , I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee ,
Nor what is mine shall never do thee good .
Trust to ’t ; bethink you . I’ll not be forsworn .
He exits .
JULIET
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds
That sees into the bottom of my grief ? —
O sweet my mother , cast me not away .
Delay this marriage for a month , a week ,
Or , if you do not , make the bridal bed
In that dim monument where Tybalt lies .
That sees into the bottom of my grief ? —
O sweet my mother , cast me not away .
Delay this marriage for a month , a week ,
Or , if you do not , make the bridal bed
In that dim monument where Tybalt lies .
LADY CAPULET
Talk not to me , for I’ll not speak a word .
Do as thou wilt , for I have done with thee .
Do as thou wilt , for I have done with thee .
She exits .
JULIET
, rising
O God ! O nurse , how shall this be prevented ?
My husband is on Earth , my faith in heaven .
How shall that faith return again to Earth
Unless that husband send it me from heaven
By leaving Earth ? Comfort me ; counsel me . —
Alack , alack , that heaven should practice stratagems
Upon so soft a subject as myself . —
What sayst thou ? Hast thou not a word of joy ?
Some comfort , nurse .
My husband is on Earth , my faith in heaven .
How shall that faith return again to Earth
Unless that husband send it me from heaven
By leaving Earth ? Comfort me ; counsel me . —
Alack , alack , that heaven should practice stratagems
Upon so soft a subject as myself . —
What sayst thou ? Hast thou not a word of joy ?
Some comfort , nurse .
NURSE
Faith , here it is .
Romeo is banished , and all the world to nothing
That he dares ne’er come back to challenge you ,
Or , if he do , it needs must be by stealth .
Then , since the case so stands as now it doth ,
I think it best you married with the County .
O , he’s a lovely gentleman !
Romeo’s a dishclout to him . An eagle , madam ,
Hath not so green , so quick , so fair an eye
As Paris hath . Beshrew my very heart ,
[173] ACT 3. SC. 5 I think you are happy in this second match ,
For it excels your first , or , if it did not ,
Your first is dead , or ’twere as good he were
As living here and you no use of him .
Romeo is banished , and all the world to nothing
That he dares ne’er come back to challenge you ,
Or , if he do , it needs must be by stealth .
Then , since the case so stands as now it doth ,
I think it best you married with the County .
O , he’s a lovely gentleman !
Romeo’s a dishclout to him . An eagle , madam ,
Hath not so green , so quick , so fair an eye
As Paris hath . Beshrew my very heart ,
[173] ACT 3. SC. 5 I think you are happy in this second match ,
For it excels your first , or , if it did not ,
Your first is dead , or ’twere as good he were
As living here and you no use of him .
JULIET
Speak’st thou from thy heart ?
NURSE
And from my soul too , else beshrew them both .
JULIET
Amen .
NURSE
What ?
JULIET
Well , thou hast comforted me marvelous much .
Go in and tell my lady I am gone ,
Having displeased my father , to Lawrence’ cell
To make confession and to be absolved .
Go in and tell my lady I am gone ,
Having displeased my father , to Lawrence’ cell
To make confession and to be absolved .
NURSE
Marry , I will ; and this is wisely done .
She exits .
JULIET
Ancient damnation , O most wicked fiend !
Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn
Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
Which she hath praised him with above compare
So many thousand times ? Go , counselor .
Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain .
I’ll to the Friar to know his remedy .
If all else fail , myself have power to die .
Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn
Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
Which she hath praised him with above compare
So many thousand times ? Go , counselor .
Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain .
I’ll to the Friar to know his remedy .
If all else fail , myself have power to die .
She exits .
[177]
ACT 4
Scene 1
Enter Friar Lawrence and County Paris .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
On Thursday , sir ? The time is very short .
PARIS
My father Capulet will have it so ,
And I am nothing slow to slack his haste .
And I am nothing slow to slack his haste .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
You say you do not know the lady’s mind ?
Uneven is the course . I like it not .
Uneven is the course . I like it not .
PARIS
Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death ,
And therefore have I little talk of love ,
For Venus smiles not in a house of tears .
Now , sir , her father counts it dangerous
That she do give her sorrow so much sway ,
And in his wisdom hastes our marriage
To stop the inundation of her tears ,
Which , too much minded by herself alone ,
May be put from her by society .
Now do you know the reason of this haste .
And therefore have I little talk of love ,
For Venus smiles not in a house of tears .
Now , sir , her father counts it dangerous
That she do give her sorrow so much sway ,
And in his wisdom hastes our marriage
To stop the inundation of her tears ,
Which , too much minded by herself alone ,
May be put from her by society .
Now do you know the reason of this haste .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
, aside
I would I knew not why it should be slowed . —
Look , sir , here comes the lady toward my cell .
Look , sir , here comes the lady toward my cell .
Enter Juliet .
[179]ACT 4. SC. 1
PARIS
Happily met , my lady and my wife .
JULIET
That may be , sir , when I may be a wife .
PARIS
That ‘may be’ must be , love , on Thursday next .
JULIET
What must be shall be .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
That’s a certain text .
PARIS
Come you to make confession to this father ?
JULIET
To answer that , I should confess to you .
PARIS
Do not deny to him that you love me .
JULIET
I will confess to you that I love him .
PARIS
So will you , I am sure , that you love me .
JULIET
If I do so , it will be of more price
Being spoke behind your back than to your face .
Being spoke behind your back than to your face .
PARIS
Poor soul , thy face is much abused with tears .
JULIET
The tears have got small victory by that ,
For it was bad enough before their spite .
For it was bad enough before their spite .
PARIS
Thou wrong’st it more than tears with that report .
JULIET
That is no slander , sir , which is a truth ,
And what I spake , I spake it to my face .
And what I spake , I spake it to my face .
PARIS
Thy face is mine , and thou hast slandered it .
JULIET
It may be so , for it is not mine own . —
[181] ACT 4. SC. 1 Are you at leisure , holy father , now ,
Or shall I come to you at evening Mass ?
[181] ACT 4. SC. 1 Are you at leisure , holy father , now ,
Or shall I come to you at evening Mass ?
FRIAR LAWRENCE
My leisure serves me , pensive daughter , now . —
My lord , we must entreat the time alone .
My lord , we must entreat the time alone .
PARIS
God shield I should disturb devotion ! —
Juliet , on Thursday early will I rouse you .
Till then , adieu , and keep this holy kiss .
Juliet , on Thursday early will I rouse you .
Till then , adieu , and keep this holy kiss .
He exits .
JULIET
O , shut the door , and when thou hast done so ,
Come weep with me , past hope , past care , past help .
Come weep with me , past hope , past care , past help .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
O Juliet , I already know thy grief .
It strains me past the compass of my wits .
I hear thou must , and nothing may prorogue it ,
On Thursday next be married to this County .
It strains me past the compass of my wits .
I hear thou must , and nothing may prorogue it ,
On Thursday next be married to this County .
JULIET
Tell me not , friar , that thou hearest of this ,
Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it .
If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help ,
Do thou but call my resolution wise ,
And with this knife I’ll help it presently .
God joined my heart and Romeo’s , thou our hands ;
And ere this hand , by thee to Romeo’s sealed ,
Shall be the label to another deed ,
Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
Turn to another , this shall slay them both .
Therefore out of thy long-experienced time
Give me some present counsel , or , behold ,
’Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
Shall play the umpire , arbitrating that
Which the commission of thy years and art
Could to no issue of true honor bring .
Be not so long to speak . I long to die
If what thou speak’st speak not of remedy .
Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it .
If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help ,
Do thou but call my resolution wise ,
And with this knife I’ll help it presently .
She shows him her knife .
God joined my heart and Romeo’s , thou our hands ;
And ere this hand , by thee to Romeo’s sealed ,
Shall be the label to another deed ,
Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
Turn to another , this shall slay them both .
Therefore out of thy long-experienced time
Give me some present counsel , or , behold ,
’Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
Shall play the umpire , arbitrating that
Which the commission of thy years and art
Could to no issue of true honor bring .
Be not so long to speak . I long to die
If what thou speak’st speak not of remedy .
[183]ACT 4. SC. 1
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Hold , daughter , I do spy a kind of hope ,
Which craves as desperate an execution
As that is desperate which we would prevent .
If , rather than to marry County Paris ,
Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself ,
Then is it likely thou wilt undertake
A thing like death to chide away this shame ,
That cop’st with death himself to ’scape from it ;
And if thou darest , I’ll give thee remedy .
Which craves as desperate an execution
As that is desperate which we would prevent .
If , rather than to marry County Paris ,
Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself ,
Then is it likely thou wilt undertake
A thing like death to chide away this shame ,
That cop’st with death himself to ’scape from it ;
And if thou darest , I’ll give thee remedy .
JULIET
O , bid me leap , rather than marry Paris ,
From off the battlements of any tower ,
Or walk in thievish ways , or bid me lurk
Where serpents are . Chain me with roaring bears ,
Or hide me nightly in a charnel house ,
O’ercovered quite with dead men’s rattling bones ,
With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls .
Or bid me go into a new-made grave
And hide me with a dead man in his shroud
( Things that to hear them told have made me
tremble ) ,
And I will do it without fear or doubt ,
To live an unstained wife to my sweet love .
From off the battlements of any tower ,
Or walk in thievish ways , or bid me lurk
Where serpents are . Chain me with roaring bears ,
Or hide me nightly in a charnel house ,
O’ercovered quite with dead men’s rattling bones ,
With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls .
Or bid me go into a new-made grave
And hide me with a dead man in his shroud
( Things that to hear them told have made me
tremble ) ,
And I will do it without fear or doubt ,
To live an unstained wife to my sweet love .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Hold , then . Go home ; be merry ; give consent
To marry Paris . Wednesday is tomorrow .
Tomorrow night look that thou lie alone ;
Let not the Nurse lie with thee in thy chamber .
Take thou this vial , being then in bed ,
And this distilling liquor drink thou off ;
When presently through all thy veins shall run
A cold and drowsy humor ; for no pulse
Shall keep his native progress , but surcease .
No warmth , no breath shall testify thou livest .
[185] ACT 4. SC. 1 The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To paly ashes , thy eyes’ windows fall
Like death when he shuts up the day of life .
Each part , deprived of supple government ,
Shall , stiff and stark and cold , appear like death ,
And in this borrowed likeness of shrunk death
Thou shalt continue two and forty hours
And then awake as from a pleasant sleep .
Now , when the bridegroom in the morning comes
To rouse thee from thy bed , there art thou dead .
Then , as the manner of our country is ,
In thy best robes uncovered on the bier
Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault
Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie .
In the meantime , against thou shalt awake ,
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift ,
And hither shall he come , and he and I
Will watch thy waking , and that very night
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua .
And this shall free thee from this present shame ,
If no inconstant toy nor womanish fear
Abate thy valor in the acting it .
To marry Paris . Wednesday is tomorrow .
Tomorrow night look that thou lie alone ;
Let not the Nurse lie with thee in thy chamber .
Holding out a vial .
Take thou this vial , being then in bed ,
And this distilling liquor drink thou off ;
When presently through all thy veins shall run
A cold and drowsy humor ; for no pulse
Shall keep his native progress , but surcease .
No warmth , no breath shall testify thou livest .
[185] ACT 4. SC. 1 The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To paly ashes , thy eyes’ windows fall
Like death when he shuts up the day of life .
Each part , deprived of supple government ,
Shall , stiff and stark and cold , appear like death ,
And in this borrowed likeness of shrunk death
Thou shalt continue two and forty hours
And then awake as from a pleasant sleep .
Now , when the bridegroom in the morning comes
To rouse thee from thy bed , there art thou dead .
Then , as the manner of our country is ,
In thy best robes uncovered on the bier
Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault
Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie .
In the meantime , against thou shalt awake ,
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift ,
And hither shall he come , and he and I
Will watch thy waking , and that very night
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua .
And this shall free thee from this present shame ,
If no inconstant toy nor womanish fear
Abate thy valor in the acting it .
JULIET
Give me , give me ! O , tell not me of fear !
FRIAR LAWRENCE
, giving Juliet the vial
Hold , get you gone . Be strong and prosperous
In this resolve . I’ll send a friar with speed
To Mantua with my letters to thy lord .
In this resolve . I’ll send a friar with speed
To Mantua with my letters to thy lord .
JULIET
Love give me strength , and strength shall help
afford .
Farewell , dear father .
afford .
Farewell , dear father .
They exit in different directions .
[187]ACT 4. SC. 2
Scene 2
Enter Father Capulet , Mother , Nurse , and Servingmen ,
two or three .
two or three .
CAPULET
So many guests invite as here are writ .
Sirrah , go hire me twenty cunning cooks .
One or two of the Servingmen exit
with Capulet’s list .
with Capulet’s list .
Sirrah , go hire me twenty cunning cooks .
SERVINGMAN
You shall have none ill , sir , for I’ll try if
they can lick their fingers .
they can lick their fingers .
CAPULET
How canst thou try them so ?
SERVINGMAN
Marry , sir , ’tis an ill cook that cannot lick
his own fingers . Therefore he that cannot lick his
fingers goes not with me .
his own fingers . Therefore he that cannot lick his
fingers goes not with me .
CAPULET
Go , begone .
We shall be much unfurnished for this time . —
What , is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence ?
Servingman exits .
We shall be much unfurnished for this time . —
What , is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence ?
NURSE
Ay , forsooth .
CAPULET
Well , he may chance to do some good on her .
A peevish self-willed harlotry it is .
A peevish self-willed harlotry it is .
Enter Juliet .
NURSE
See where she comes from shrift with merry look .
CAPULET
How now , my headstrong , where have you been
gadding ?
gadding ?
JULIET
Where I have learned me to repent the sin
Of disobedient opposition
To you and your behests , and am enjoined
By holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here
To beg your pardon . Pardon , I beseech you .
Henceforward I am ever ruled by you .
Of disobedient opposition
To you and your behests , and am enjoined
By holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here
Kneeling .
To beg your pardon . Pardon , I beseech you .
Henceforward I am ever ruled by you .
[189]ACT 4. SC. 2
CAPULET
Send for the County . Go tell him of this .
I’ll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning .
I’ll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning .
JULIET
I met the youthful lord at Lawrence’ cell
And gave him what becomèd love I might ,
Not stepping o’er the bounds of modesty .
And gave him what becomèd love I might ,
Not stepping o’er the bounds of modesty .
CAPULET
Why , I am glad on ’t . This is well . Stand up .
This is as ’t should be . — Let me see the County .
Ay , marry , go , I say , and fetch him hither . —
Now , afore God , this reverend holy friar ,
All our whole city is much bound to him .
Juliet rises .
This is as ’t should be . — Let me see the County .
Ay , marry , go , I say , and fetch him hither . —
Now , afore God , this reverend holy friar ,
All our whole city is much bound to him .
JULIET
Nurse , will you go with me into my closet
To help me sort such needful ornaments
As you think fit to furnish me tomorrow ?
To help me sort such needful ornaments
As you think fit to furnish me tomorrow ?
LADY CAPULET
No , not till Thursday . There is time enough .
CAPULET
Go , nurse . Go with her . We’ll to church tomorrow .
Juliet and the Nurse exit .
LADY CAPULET
We shall be short in our provision .
’Tis now near night .
’Tis now near night .
CAPULET
Tush , I will stir about ,
And all things shall be well , I warrant thee , wife .
Go thou to Juliet . Help to deck up her .
I’ll not to bed tonight . Let me alone .
I’ll play the housewife for this once . — What ho ! —
They are all forth . Well , I will walk myself
To County Paris , to prepare up him
Against tomorrow . My heart is wondrous light
Since this same wayward girl is so reclaimed .
And all things shall be well , I warrant thee , wife .
Go thou to Juliet . Help to deck up her .
I’ll not to bed tonight . Let me alone .
I’ll play the housewife for this once . — What ho ! —
They are all forth . Well , I will walk myself
To County Paris , to prepare up him
Against tomorrow . My heart is wondrous light
Since this same wayward girl is so reclaimed .
They exit .
[191]ACT 4. SC. 3
Scene 3
Enter Juliet and Nurse .
JULIET
Ay , those attires are best . But , gentle nurse ,
I pray thee leave me to myself tonight ,
For I have need of many orisons
To move the heavens to smile upon my state ,
Which , well thou knowest , is cross and full of sin .
I pray thee leave me to myself tonight ,
For I have need of many orisons
To move the heavens to smile upon my state ,
Which , well thou knowest , is cross and full of sin .
Enter Lady Capulet .
LADY CAPULET
What , are you busy , ho ? Need you my help ?
JULIET
No , madam , we have culled such necessaries
As are behooveful for our state tomorrow .
So please you , let me now be left alone ,
And let the Nurse this night sit up with you ,
For I am sure you have your hands full all
In this so sudden business .
As are behooveful for our state tomorrow .
So please you , let me now be left alone ,
And let the Nurse this night sit up with you ,
For I am sure you have your hands full all
In this so sudden business .
LADY CAPULET
Good night .
Get thee to bed and rest , for thou hast need .
Get thee to bed and rest , for thou hast need .
Lady Capulet and the Nurse exit .
JULIET
Farewell . — God knows when we shall meet again .
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins
That almost freezes up the heat of life .
I’ll call them back again to comfort me . —
Nurse ! — What should she do here ?
My dismal scene I needs must act alone .
Come , vial .
What if this mixture do not work at all ?
Shall I be married then tomorrow morning ?
No , no , this shall forbid it . Lie thou there .
What if it be a poison which the Friar
[193] ACT 4. SC. 3 Subtly hath ministered to have me dead ,
Lest in this marriage he should be dishonored
Because he married me before to Romeo ?
I fear it is . And yet methinks it should not ,
For he hath still been tried a holy man .
How if , when I am laid into the tomb ,
I wake before the time that Romeo
Come to redeem me ? There’s a fearful point .
Shall I not then be stifled in the vault ,
To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in ,
And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ?
Or , if I live , is it not very like
The horrible conceit of death and night ,
Together with the terror of the place —
As in a vault , an ancient receptacle
Where for this many hundred years the bones
Of all my buried ancestors are packed ;
Where bloody Tybalt , yet but green in earth ,
Lies fest’ring in his shroud ; where , as they say ,
At some hours in the night spirits resort —
Alack , alack , is it not like that I ,
So early waking , what with loathsome smells ,
And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth ,
That living mortals , hearing them , run mad —
O , if I wake , shall I not be distraught ,
Environèd with all these hideous fears ,
And madly play with my forefathers’ joints ,
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud ,
And , in this rage , with some great kinsman’s bone ,
As with a club , dash out my desp’rate brains ?
O look , methinks I see my cousin’s ghost
Seeking out Romeo that did spit his body
Upon a rapier’s point ! Stay , Tybalt , stay !
Romeo , Romeo , Romeo ! Here’s drink . I drink to
thee .
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins
That almost freezes up the heat of life .
I’ll call them back again to comfort me . —
Nurse ! — What should she do here ?
My dismal scene I needs must act alone .
Come , vial .
She takes out the vial .
What if this mixture do not work at all ?
Shall I be married then tomorrow morning ?
She takes out her knife
and puts it down beside her .
and puts it down beside her .
No , no , this shall forbid it . Lie thou there .
What if it be a poison which the Friar
[193] ACT 4. SC. 3 Subtly hath ministered to have me dead ,
Lest in this marriage he should be dishonored
Because he married me before to Romeo ?
I fear it is . And yet methinks it should not ,
For he hath still been tried a holy man .
How if , when I am laid into the tomb ,
I wake before the time that Romeo
Come to redeem me ? There’s a fearful point .
Shall I not then be stifled in the vault ,
To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in ,
And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ?
Or , if I live , is it not very like
The horrible conceit of death and night ,
Together with the terror of the place —
As in a vault , an ancient receptacle
Where for this many hundred years the bones
Of all my buried ancestors are packed ;
Where bloody Tybalt , yet but green in earth ,
Lies fest’ring in his shroud ; where , as they say ,
At some hours in the night spirits resort —
Alack , alack , is it not like that I ,
So early waking , what with loathsome smells ,
And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth ,
That living mortals , hearing them , run mad —
O , if I wake , shall I not be distraught ,
Environèd with all these hideous fears ,
And madly play with my forefathers’ joints ,
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud ,
And , in this rage , with some great kinsman’s bone ,
As with a club , dash out my desp’rate brains ?
O look , methinks I see my cousin’s ghost
Seeking out Romeo that did spit his body
Upon a rapier’s point ! Stay , Tybalt , stay !
Romeo , Romeo , Romeo ! Here’s drink . I drink to
thee .
She drinks and falls upon her bed
within the curtains .
within the curtains .
[195]ACT 4. SC. 4
Scene 4
Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse .
LADY CAPULET
Hold , take these keys , and fetch more spices , nurse .
NURSE
They call for dates and quinces in the pastry .
Enter old Capulet .
CAPULET
Come , stir , stir , stir ! The second cock hath crowed .
The curfew bell hath rung . ’Tis three o’clock . —
Look to the baked meats , good Angelica .
Spare not for cost .
The curfew bell hath rung . ’Tis three o’clock . —
Look to the baked meats , good Angelica .
Spare not for cost .
NURSE
Go , you cot-quean , go ,
Get you to bed . Faith , you’ll be sick tomorrow
For this night’s watching .
Get you to bed . Faith , you’ll be sick tomorrow
For this night’s watching .
CAPULET
No , not a whit . What , I have watched ere now
All night for lesser cause , and ne’er been sick .
All night for lesser cause , and ne’er been sick .
LADY CAPULET
Ay , you have been a mouse-hunt in your time ,
But I will watch you from such watching now .
But I will watch you from such watching now .
Lady Capulet and Nurse exit .
CAPULET
A jealous hood , a jealous hood !
Now fellow ,
What is there ?
Enter three or four Servingmen with spits and logs
and baskets .
and baskets .
Now fellow ,
What is there ?
FIRST SERVINGMAN
Things for the cook , sir , but I know not what .
CAPULET
Make haste , make haste .
Sirrah , fetch drier logs .
Call Peter . He will show thee where they are .
First Servingman exits .
Sirrah , fetch drier logs .
Call Peter . He will show thee where they are .
[197]ACT 4. SC. 5
SECOND SERVINGMAN
I have a head , sir , that will find out logs
And never trouble Peter for the matter .
And never trouble Peter for the matter .
CAPULET
Mass , and well said . A merry whoreson , ha !
Thou shalt be loggerhead .
Good faith , ’tis day .
The County will be here with music straight ,
For so he said he would . I hear him near . —
Nurse ! — Wife ! What ho ! — What , nurse , I say !
Go waken Juliet . Go and trim her up .
I’ll go and chat with Paris . Hie , make haste ,
Make haste . The bridegroom he is come already .
Make haste , I say .
Thou shalt be loggerhead .
Second Servingman exits .
Good faith , ’tis day .
The County will be here with music straight ,
Play music .
For so he said he would . I hear him near . —
Nurse ! — Wife ! What ho ! — What , nurse , I say !
Enter Nurse .
Go waken Juliet . Go and trim her up .
I’ll go and chat with Paris . Hie , make haste ,
Make haste . The bridegroom he is come already .
Make haste , I say .
He exits .
Scene 5
NURSE
, approaching the bed
Mistress ! What , mistress ! Juliet ! — Fast , I warrant
her , she —
Why , lamb , why , lady ! Fie , you slugabed !
Why , love , I say ! Madam ! Sweetheart ! Why , bride ! —
What , not a word ? — You take your pennyworths
now .
Sleep for a week , for the next night , I warrant ,
The County Paris hath set up his rest
That you shall rest but little . — God forgive me ,
Marry , and amen ! How sound is she asleep !
I needs must wake her . — Madam , madam , madam !
Ay , let the County take you in your bed ,
[199] ACT 4. SC. 5 He’ll fright you up , i’ faith . — Will it not be ?
What , dressed , and in your clothes , and down
again ?
I must needs wake you . Lady , lady , lady ! —
Alas , alas ! Help , help ! My lady’s dead . —
O , weraday , that ever I was born ! —
Some aqua vitae , ho ! — My lord ! My lady !
her , she —
Why , lamb , why , lady ! Fie , you slugabed !
Why , love , I say ! Madam ! Sweetheart ! Why , bride ! —
What , not a word ? — You take your pennyworths
now .
Sleep for a week , for the next night , I warrant ,
The County Paris hath set up his rest
That you shall rest but little . — God forgive me ,
Marry , and amen ! How sound is she asleep !
I needs must wake her . — Madam , madam , madam !
Ay , let the County take you in your bed ,
[199] ACT 4. SC. 5 He’ll fright you up , i’ faith . — Will it not be ?
She opens the bed’s curtains .
What , dressed , and in your clothes , and down
again ?
I must needs wake you . Lady , lady , lady ! —
Alas , alas ! Help , help ! My lady’s dead . —
O , weraday , that ever I was born ! —
Some aqua vitae , ho ! — My lord ! My lady !
Enter Lady Capulet .
LADY CAPULET
What noise is here ?
NURSE
O lamentable day !
LADY CAPULET
What is the matter ?
NURSE
Look , look ! — O heavy day !
LADY CAPULET
O me ! O me ! My child , my only life ,
Revive , look up , or I will die with thee .
Help , help ! Call help .
Revive , look up , or I will die with thee .
Help , help ! Call help .
Enter Capulet .
CAPULET
For shame , bring Juliet forth . Her lord is come .
NURSE
She’s dead , deceased . She’s dead , alack the day !
LADY CAPULET
Alack the day , she’s dead , she’s dead , she’s dead .
CAPULET
Ha , let me see her ! Out , alas , she’s cold .
Her blood is settled , and her joints are stiff .
Life and these lips have long been separated .
Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field .
Her blood is settled , and her joints are stiff .
Life and these lips have long been separated .
Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field .
NURSE
O lamentable day !
[201]ACT 4. SC. 5
LADY CAPULET
O woeful time !
CAPULET
Death , that hath ta’en her hence to make me wail ,
Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak .
Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak .
Enter Friar Lawrence and the County Paris , with
Musicians .
Musicians .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Come , is the bride ready to go to church ?
CAPULET
Ready to go , but never to return . —
O son , the night before thy wedding day
Hath Death lain with thy wife . There she lies ,
Flower as she was , deflowerèd by him .
Death is my son-in-law ; Death is my heir .
My daughter he hath wedded . I will die
And leave him all . Life , living , all is Death’s .
O son , the night before thy wedding day
Hath Death lain with thy wife . There she lies ,
Flower as she was , deflowerèd by him .
Death is my son-in-law ; Death is my heir .
My daughter he hath wedded . I will die
And leave him all . Life , living , all is Death’s .
PARIS
Have I thought long to see this morning’s face ,
And doth it give me such a sight as this ?
And doth it give me such a sight as this ?
LADY CAPULET
Accursed , unhappy , wretched , hateful day !
Most miserable hour that e’er time saw
In lasting labor of his pilgrimage !
But one , poor one , one poor and loving child ,
But one thing to rejoice and solace in ,
And cruel death hath catched it from my sight !
Most miserable hour that e’er time saw
In lasting labor of his pilgrimage !
But one , poor one , one poor and loving child ,
But one thing to rejoice and solace in ,
And cruel death hath catched it from my sight !
NURSE
O woe , O woeful , woeful , woeful day !
Most lamentable day , most woeful day
That ever , ever I did yet behold !
O day , O day , O day , O hateful day !
Never was seen so black a day as this !
O woeful day , O woeful day !
Most lamentable day , most woeful day
That ever , ever I did yet behold !
O day , O day , O day , O hateful day !
Never was seen so black a day as this !
O woeful day , O woeful day !
PARIS
Beguiled , divorcèd , wrongèd , spited , slain !
[203] ACT 4. SC. 5 Most detestable death , by thee beguiled ,
By cruel , cruel thee quite overthrown !
O love ! O life ! Not life , but love in death !
[203] ACT 4. SC. 5 Most detestable death , by thee beguiled ,
By cruel , cruel thee quite overthrown !
O love ! O life ! Not life , but love in death !
CAPULET
Despised , distressèd , hated , martyred , killed !
Uncomfortable time , why cam’st thou now
To murder , murder our solemnity ?
O child ! O child ! My soul and not my child !
Dead art thou ! Alack , my child is dead ,
And with my child my joys are burièd .
Uncomfortable time , why cam’st thou now
To murder , murder our solemnity ?
O child ! O child ! My soul and not my child !
Dead art thou ! Alack , my child is dead ,
And with my child my joys are burièd .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Peace , ho , for shame ! Confusion’s cure lives not
In these confusions . Heaven and yourself
Had part in this fair maid . Now heaven hath all ,
And all the better is it for the maid .
Your part in her you could not keep from death ,
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life .
The most you sought was her promotion ,
For ’twas your heaven she should be advanced ;
And weep you now , seeing she is advanced
Above the clouds , as high as heaven itself ?
O , in this love you love your child so ill
That you run mad , seeing that she is well .
She’s not well married that lives married long ,
But she’s best married that dies married young .
Dry up your tears , and stick your rosemary
On this fair corse , and , as the custom is ,
And in her best array , bear her to church ,
For though fond nature bids us all lament ,
Yet nature’s tears are reason’s merriment .
In these confusions . Heaven and yourself
Had part in this fair maid . Now heaven hath all ,
And all the better is it for the maid .
Your part in her you could not keep from death ,
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life .
The most you sought was her promotion ,
For ’twas your heaven she should be advanced ;
And weep you now , seeing she is advanced
Above the clouds , as high as heaven itself ?
O , in this love you love your child so ill
That you run mad , seeing that she is well .
She’s not well married that lives married long ,
But she’s best married that dies married young .
Dry up your tears , and stick your rosemary
On this fair corse , and , as the custom is ,
And in her best array , bear her to church ,
For though fond nature bids us all lament ,
Yet nature’s tears are reason’s merriment .
CAPULET
All things that we ordainèd festival
Turn from their office to black funeral :
Our instruments to melancholy bells ,
Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast ,
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change ,
[205] ACT 4. SC. 5 Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse ,
And all things change them to the contrary .
Turn from their office to black funeral :
Our instruments to melancholy bells ,
Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast ,
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change ,
[205] ACT 4. SC. 5 Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse ,
And all things change them to the contrary .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Sir , go you in , and , madam , go with him ,
And go , Sir Paris . Everyone prepare
To follow this fair corse unto her grave .
The heavens do lour upon you for some ill .
Move them no more by crossing their high will .
And go , Sir Paris . Everyone prepare
To follow this fair corse unto her grave .
The heavens do lour upon you for some ill .
Move them no more by crossing their high will .
All but the Nurse and the Musicians exit .
FIRST MUSICIAN
Faith , we may put up our pipes and be gone .
NURSE
Honest good fellows , ah , put up , put up ,
For , well you know , this is a pitiful case .
For , well you know , this is a pitiful case .
FIRST MUSICIAN
Ay , by my troth , the case may be amended .
Nurse exits .
Enter Peter .
PETER
Musicians , O musicians , Heart’s ease ,
Heart’s ease . O , an you will have me live , play
Heart’s ease .
Heart’s ease . O , an you will have me live , play
Heart’s ease .
FIRST MUSICIAN
Why Heart’s ease ?
PETER
O musicians , because my heart itself plays ‘My
heart is full .’ O , play me some merry dump to
comfort me .
heart is full .’ O , play me some merry dump to
comfort me .
FIRST MUSICIAN
Not a dump , we . ’Tis no time to play
now .
now .
PETER
You will not then ?
FIRST MUSICIAN
No .
PETER
I will then give it you soundly .
FIRST MUSICIAN
What will you give us ?
PETER
No money , on my faith , but the gleek . I will give
you the minstrel .
you the minstrel .
FIRST MUSICIAN
Then will I give you the
serving-creature .
serving-creature .
[207]ACT 4. SC. 5
PETER
Then will I lay the serving-creature’s dagger on
your pate . I will carry no crochets . I’ll re you , I’ll fa
you . Do you note me ?
your pate . I will carry no crochets . I’ll re you , I’ll fa
you . Do you note me ?
FIRST MUSICIAN
An you re us and fa us , you note us .
SECOND MUSICIAN
Pray you , put up your dagger and
put out your wit .
put out your wit .
PETER
Then have at you with my wit . I will dry-beat
you with an iron wit , and put up my iron dagger .
Answer me like men .
And doleful dumps the mind oppress ,
Then music with her silver sound —
Why ‘silver sound’ ? Why ‘music with her silver
sound’ ? What say you , Simon Catling ?
you with an iron wit , and put up my iron dagger .
Answer me like men .
Sings .
When griping griefs the heart doth wound And doleful dumps the mind oppress ,
Then music with her silver sound —
Why ‘silver sound’ ? Why ‘music with her silver
sound’ ? What say you , Simon Catling ?
FIRST MUSICIAN
Marry , sir , because silver hath a
sweet sound .
sweet sound .
PETER
Prates . — What say you , Hugh Rebeck ?
SECOND MUSICIAN
I say ‘silver sound’ because musicians
sound for silver .
sound for silver .
PETER
Prates too . — What say you , James Soundpost ?
THIRD MUSICIAN
Faith , I know not what to say .
PETER
O , I cry you mercy . You are the singer . I will say
for you . It is ‘music with her silver sound’ because
musicians have no gold for sounding :
With speedy help doth lend redress .
for you . It is ‘music with her silver sound’ because
musicians have no gold for sounding :
Sings .
Then music with her silver sound With speedy help doth lend redress .
He exits .
FIRST MUSICIAN
What a pestilent knave is this same !
SECOND MUSICIAN
Hang him , Jack . Come , we’ll in
here , tarry for the mourners , and stay dinner .
here , tarry for the mourners , and stay dinner .
They exit .
[211]
ACT 5
Scene 1
Enter Romeo .
ROMEO
If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep ,
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand .
My bosom’s lord sits lightly in his throne ,
And all this day an unaccustomed spirit
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts .
I dreamt my lady came and found me dead
( Strange dream that gives a dead man leave to
think ! )
And breathed such life with kisses in my lips
That I revived and was an emperor .
Ah me , how sweet is love itself possessed
When but love’s shadows are so rich in joy !
News from Verona ! — How now , Balthasar ?
Dost thou not bring me letters from the Friar ?
How doth my lady ? Is my father well ?
How doth my Juliet ? That I ask again ,
For nothing can be ill if she be well .
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand .
My bosom’s lord sits lightly in his throne ,
And all this day an unaccustomed spirit
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts .
I dreamt my lady came and found me dead
( Strange dream that gives a dead man leave to
think ! )
And breathed such life with kisses in my lips
That I revived and was an emperor .
Ah me , how sweet is love itself possessed
When but love’s shadows are so rich in joy !
Enter Romeo’s man Balthasar , in riding boots .
News from Verona ! — How now , Balthasar ?
Dost thou not bring me letters from the Friar ?
How doth my lady ? Is my father well ?
How doth my Juliet ? That I ask again ,
For nothing can be ill if she be well .
BALTHASAR
Then she is well and nothing can be ill .
Her body sleeps in Capels’ monument ,
And her immortal part with angels lives .
[213] ACT 5. SC. 1 I saw her laid low in her kindred’s vault
And presently took post to tell it you .
O , pardon me for bringing these ill news ,
Since you did leave it for my office , sir .
Her body sleeps in Capels’ monument ,
And her immortal part with angels lives .
[213] ACT 5. SC. 1 I saw her laid low in her kindred’s vault
And presently took post to tell it you .
O , pardon me for bringing these ill news ,
Since you did leave it for my office , sir .
ROMEO
Is it e’en so ? — Then I deny you , stars ! —
Thou knowest my lodging . Get me ink and paper ,
And hire post-horses . I will hence tonight .
Thou knowest my lodging . Get me ink and paper ,
And hire post-horses . I will hence tonight .
BALTHASAR
I do beseech you , sir , have patience .
Your looks are pale and wild and do import
Some misadventure .
Your looks are pale and wild and do import
Some misadventure .
ROMEO
Tush , thou art deceived .
Leave me , and do the thing I bid thee do .
Hast thou no letters to me from the Friar ?
Leave me , and do the thing I bid thee do .
Hast thou no letters to me from the Friar ?
BALTHASAR
No , my good lord .
ROMEO
No matter . Get thee gone ,
And hire those horses . I’ll be with thee straight .
Well , Juliet , I will lie with thee tonight .
Let’s see for means . O mischief , thou art swift
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men .
I do remember an apothecary
( And hereabouts he dwells ) which late I noted
In tattered weeds , with overwhelming brows ,
Culling of simples . Meager were his looks .
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones .
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung ,
An alligator stuffed , and other skins
Of ill-shaped fishes ; and about his shelves ,
A beggarly account of empty boxes ,
Green earthen pots , bladders , and musty seeds ,
Remnants of packthread , and old cakes of roses
Were thinly scattered to make up a show .
Noting this penury , to myself I said
[215] ACT 5. SC. 1 ‘An if a man did need a poison now ,
Whose sale is present death in Mantua ,
Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him .’
O , this same thought did but forerun my need ,
And this same needy man must sell it me .
As I remember , this should be the house .
Being holiday , the beggar’s shop is shut . —
What ho , Apothecary !
And hire those horses . I’ll be with thee straight .
Balthasar exits .
Well , Juliet , I will lie with thee tonight .
Let’s see for means . O mischief , thou art swift
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men .
I do remember an apothecary
( And hereabouts he dwells ) which late I noted
In tattered weeds , with overwhelming brows ,
Culling of simples . Meager were his looks .
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones .
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung ,
An alligator stuffed , and other skins
Of ill-shaped fishes ; and about his shelves ,
A beggarly account of empty boxes ,
Green earthen pots , bladders , and musty seeds ,
Remnants of packthread , and old cakes of roses
Were thinly scattered to make up a show .
Noting this penury , to myself I said
[215] ACT 5. SC. 1 ‘An if a man did need a poison now ,
Whose sale is present death in Mantua ,
Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him .’
O , this same thought did but forerun my need ,
And this same needy man must sell it me .
As I remember , this should be the house .
Being holiday , the beggar’s shop is shut . —
What ho , Apothecary !
Enter Apothecary .
APOTHECARY
Who calls so loud ?
ROMEO
Come hither , man . I see that thou art poor .
Hold , there is forty ducats . Let me have
A dram of poison , such soon-speeding gear
As will disperse itself through all the veins ,
That the life-weary taker may fall dead ,
And that the trunk may be discharged of breath
As violently as hasty powder fired
Doth hurry from the fatal cannon’s womb .
He offers money .
Hold , there is forty ducats . Let me have
A dram of poison , such soon-speeding gear
As will disperse itself through all the veins ,
That the life-weary taker may fall dead ,
And that the trunk may be discharged of breath
As violently as hasty powder fired
Doth hurry from the fatal cannon’s womb .
APOTHECARY
Such mortal drugs I have , but Mantua’s law
Is death to any he that utters them .
Is death to any he that utters them .
ROMEO
Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness ,
And fearest to die ? Famine is in thy cheeks ,
Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes ,
Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back .
The world is not thy friend , nor the world’s law .
The world affords no law to make thee rich .
Then be not poor , but break it , and take this .
And fearest to die ? Famine is in thy cheeks ,
Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes ,
Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back .
The world is not thy friend , nor the world’s law .
The world affords no law to make thee rich .
Then be not poor , but break it , and take this .
APOTHECARY
My poverty , but not my will , consents .
ROMEO
I pay thy poverty and not thy will .
[217]ACT 5. SC. 2
APOTHECARY
, giving him the poison
Put this in any liquid thing you will
And drink it off , and if you had the strength
Of twenty men , it would dispatch you straight .
And drink it off , and if you had the strength
Of twenty men , it would dispatch you straight .
ROMEO
, handing him the money
There is thy gold , worse poison to men’s souls ,
Doing more murder in this loathsome world
Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not
sell .
I sell thee poison ; thou hast sold me none .
Farewell , buy food , and get thyself in flesh .
Come , cordial and not poison , go with me
To Juliet’s grave , for there must I use thee .
Doing more murder in this loathsome world
Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not
sell .
I sell thee poison ; thou hast sold me none .
Farewell , buy food , and get thyself in flesh .
Apothecary exits .
Come , cordial and not poison , go with me
To Juliet’s grave , for there must I use thee .
He exits .
Scene 2
Enter Friar John .
FRIAR JOHN
Holy Franciscan friar , brother , ho !
Enter Friar Lawrence .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
This same should be the voice of Friar John . —
Welcome from Mantua . What says Romeo ?
Or , if his mind be writ , give me his letter .
Welcome from Mantua . What says Romeo ?
Or , if his mind be writ , give me his letter .
FRIAR JOHN
Going to find a barefoot brother out ,
One of our order , to associate me ,
Here in this city visiting the sick ,
And finding him , the searchers of the town ,
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 .
One of our order , to associate me ,
Here in this city visiting the sick ,
And finding him , the searchers of the town ,
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 .
[219]ACT 5. SC. 3
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Who bare my letter , then , to Romeo ?
FRIAR JOHN
I could not send it — here it is again —
Nor get a messenger to bring it thee ,
So fearful were they of infection .
Returning the letter .
Nor get a messenger to bring it thee ,
So fearful were they of infection .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Unhappy fortune ! By my brotherhood ,
The letter was not nice but full of charge ,
Of dear import , and the neglecting it
May do much danger . Friar John , go hence .
Get me an iron crow and bring it straight
Unto my cell .
The letter was not nice but full of charge ,
Of dear import , and the neglecting it
May do much danger . Friar John , go hence .
Get me an iron crow and bring it straight
Unto my cell .
FRIAR JOHN
Brother , I’ll go and bring it thee .
He exits .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
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 .
But I will write again to Mantua ,
And keep her at my cell till Romeo come .
Poor living corse , closed in a dead man’s tomb !
Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake .
She will beshrew me much that Romeo
Hath had no notice of these accidents .
But I will write again to Mantua ,
And keep her at my cell till Romeo come .
Poor living corse , closed in a dead man’s tomb !
He exits .
Scene 3
Enter Paris and his Page .
PARIS
Give me thy torch , boy . Hence and stand aloof .
Yet put it out , for I would not be seen .
Under yond yew trees lay thee all along ,
Holding thy ear close to the hollow ground .
So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread
( Being loose , unfirm , with digging up of graves )
[221] ACT 5. SC. 3 But thou shalt hear it . Whistle then to me
As signal that thou hearest something approach .
Give me those flowers . Do as I bid thee . Go .
Yet put it out , for I would not be seen .
Under yond yew trees lay thee all along ,
Holding thy ear close to the hollow ground .
So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread
( Being loose , unfirm , with digging up of graves )
[221] ACT 5. SC. 3 But thou shalt hear it . Whistle then to me
As signal that thou hearest something approach .
Give me those flowers . Do as I bid thee . Go .
PAGE
, aside
I am almost afraid to stand alone
Here in the churchyard . Yet I will adventure .
Here in the churchyard . Yet I will adventure .
He moves away from Paris .
PARIS
, scattering flowers
Sweet flower , with flowers thy bridal bed I strew
( O woe , thy canopy is dust and stones ! )
Which with sweet water nightly I will dew ,
Or , wanting that , with tears distilled by moans .
The obsequies that I for thee will keep
Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep .
The boy gives warning something doth approach .
What cursèd foot wanders this way tonight ,
To cross my obsequies and true love’s rite ?
What , with a torch ? Muffle me , night , awhile .
( O woe , thy canopy is dust and stones ! )
Which with sweet water nightly I will dew ,
Or , wanting that , with tears distilled by moans .
The obsequies that I for thee will keep
Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep .
Page whistles .
The boy gives warning something doth approach .
What cursèd foot wanders this way tonight ,
To cross my obsequies and true love’s rite ?
What , with a torch ? Muffle me , night , awhile .
He steps aside .
Enter Romeo and Balthasar .
ROMEO
Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron .
Hold , take this letter . Early in the morning
See thou deliver it to my lord and father .
Give me the light . Upon thy life I charge thee ,
Whate’er thou hearest or seest , stand all aloof
And do not interrupt me in my course .
Why I descend into this bed of death
Is partly to behold my lady’s face ,
But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger
A precious ring , a ring that I must use
In dear employment . Therefore hence , begone .
But , if thou , jealous , dost return to pry
In what I farther shall intend to do ,
[223] ACT 5. SC. 3 By heaven , I will tear thee joint by joint
And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs .
The time and my intents are savage-wild ,
More fierce and more inexorable far
Than empty tigers or the roaring sea .
Hold , take this letter . Early in the morning
See thou deliver it to my lord and father .
Give me the light . Upon thy life I charge thee ,
Whate’er thou hearest or seest , stand all aloof
And do not interrupt me in my course .
Why I descend into this bed of death
Is partly to behold my lady’s face ,
But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger
A precious ring , a ring that I must use
In dear employment . Therefore hence , begone .
But , if thou , jealous , dost return to pry
In what I farther shall intend to do ,
[223] ACT 5. SC. 3 By heaven , I will tear thee joint by joint
And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs .
The time and my intents are savage-wild ,
More fierce and more inexorable far
Than empty tigers or the roaring sea .
BALTHASAR
I will be gone , sir , and not trouble you .
ROMEO
So shalt thou show me friendship . Take thou that .
Live and be prosperous , and farewell , good fellow .
Giving money .
Live and be prosperous , and farewell , good fellow .
BALTHASAR
, aside
For all this same , I’ll hide me hereabout .
His looks I fear , and his intents I doubt .
His looks I fear , and his intents I doubt .
He steps aside .
ROMEO
, beginning to force open the tomb
Thou detestable maw , thou womb of death ,
Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth ,
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open ,
And in despite I’ll cram thee with more food .
Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth ,
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open ,
And in despite I’ll cram thee with more food .
PARIS
This is that banished haughty Montague
That murdered my love’s cousin , with which grief
It is supposèd the fair creature died ,
And here is come to do some villainous shame
To the dead bodies . I will apprehend him .
Stop thy unhallowed toil , vile Montague .
Can vengeance be pursued further than death ?
Condemnèd villain , I do apprehend thee .
Obey and go with me , for thou must die .
That murdered my love’s cousin , with which grief
It is supposèd the fair creature died ,
And here is come to do some villainous shame
To the dead bodies . I will apprehend him .
Stepping forward .
Stop thy unhallowed toil , vile Montague .
Can vengeance be pursued further than death ?
Condemnèd villain , I do apprehend thee .
Obey and go with me , for thou must die .
ROMEO
I must indeed , and therefore came I hither .
Good gentle youth , tempt not a desp’rate man .
Fly hence and leave me . Think upon these gone .
Let them affright thee . I beseech thee , youth ,
[225] ACT 5. SC. 3 Put not another sin upon my head
By urging me to fury . O , begone !
By heaven , I love thee better than myself ,
For I come hither armed against myself .
Stay not , begone , live , and hereafter say
A madman’s mercy bid thee run away .
Good gentle youth , tempt not a desp’rate man .
Fly hence and leave me . Think upon these gone .
Let them affright thee . I beseech thee , youth ,
[225] ACT 5. SC. 3 Put not another sin upon my head
By urging me to fury . O , begone !
By heaven , I love thee better than myself ,
For I come hither armed against myself .
Stay not , begone , live , and hereafter say
A madman’s mercy bid thee run away .
PARIS
I do defy thy commination
And apprehend thee for a felon here .
And apprehend thee for a felon here .
ROMEO
Wilt thou provoke me ? Then have at thee , boy !
They draw and fight .
PAGE
O Lord , they fight ! I will go call the watch .
He exits .
PARIS
O , I am slain ! If thou be merciful ,
Open the tomb ; lay me with Juliet .
Open the tomb ; lay me with Juliet .
He dies .
ROMEO
In faith , I will . — Let me peruse this face .
Mercutio’s kinsman , noble County Paris !
What said my man when my betossèd soul
Did not attend him as we rode ? I think
He told me Paris should have married Juliet .
Said he not so ? Or did I dream it so ?
Or am I mad , hearing him talk of Juliet ,
To think it was so ? — O , give me thy hand ,
One writ with me in sour misfortune’s book !
I’ll bury thee in a triumphant grave . —
A grave ? O , no . A lantern , slaughtered youth ,
For here lies Juliet , and her beauty makes
This vault a feasting presence full of light . —
Death , lie thou there , by a dead man interred .
How oft when men are at the point of death
[227] ACT 5. SC. 3 Have they been merry , which their keepers call
A light’ning before death ! O , how may I
Call this a light’ning ? — O my love , my wife ,
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 advancèd there . —
Tybalt , liest thou there in thy bloody sheet ?
O , what more favor can I do to thee
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain
To sunder his that was thine enemy ?
Forgive me , cousin . — Ah , dear Juliet ,
Why art thou yet so fair ? Shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous ,
And that the lean abhorrèd monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour ?
For fear of that I still will stay with thee
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again . Here , here will I remain
With worms that are thy chambermaids . O , here
Will I set up my everlasting rest
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh ! Eyes , look your last .
Arms , take your last embrace . And , lips , O , you
The doors of breath , seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death .
Come , bitter conduct , come , unsavory guide !
Thou desperate pilot , now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy seasick weary bark !
Here’s to my love . Drinking . O true apothecary ,
Thy drugs are quick . Thus with a kiss I die .
Mercutio’s kinsman , noble County Paris !
What said my man when my betossèd soul
Did not attend him as we rode ? I think
He told me Paris should have married Juliet .
Said he not so ? Or did I dream it so ?
Or am I mad , hearing him talk of Juliet ,
To think it was so ? — O , give me thy hand ,
One writ with me in sour misfortune’s book !
I’ll bury thee in a triumphant grave . —
He opens the tomb .
A grave ? O , no . A lantern , slaughtered youth ,
For here lies Juliet , and her beauty makes
This vault a feasting presence full of light . —
Death , lie thou there , by a dead man interred .
Laying Paris in the tomb .
How oft when men are at the point of death
[227] ACT 5. SC. 3 Have they been merry , which their keepers call
A light’ning before death ! O , how may I
Call this a light’ning ? — O my love , my wife ,
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 advancèd there . —
Tybalt , liest thou there in thy bloody sheet ?
O , what more favor can I do to thee
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain
To sunder his that was thine enemy ?
Forgive me , cousin . — Ah , dear Juliet ,
Why art thou yet so fair ? Shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous ,
And that the lean abhorrèd monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour ?
For fear of that I still will stay with thee
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again . Here , here will I remain
With worms that are thy chambermaids . O , here
Will I set up my everlasting rest
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh ! Eyes , look your last .
Arms , take your last embrace . And , lips , O , you
The doors of breath , seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death .
Kissing Juliet .
Come , bitter conduct , come , unsavory guide !
Thou desperate pilot , now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy seasick weary bark !
Here’s to my love . Drinking . O true apothecary ,
Thy drugs are quick . Thus with a kiss I die .
He dies .
Enter Friar Lawrence with lantern , crow , and spade .
[229]ACT 5. SC. 3
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Saint Francis be my speed ! How oft tonight
Have my old feet stumbled at graves ! — Who’s there ?
Have my old feet stumbled at graves ! — Who’s there ?
BALTHASAR
Here’s one , a friend , and one that knows you well .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Bliss be upon you . Tell me , good my friend ,
What torch is yond that vainly lends his light
To grubs and eyeless skulls ? As I discern ,
It burneth in the Capels’ monument .
What torch is yond that vainly lends his light
To grubs and eyeless skulls ? As I discern ,
It burneth in the Capels’ monument .
BALTHASAR
It doth so , holy sir , and there’s my master ,
One that you love .
One that you love .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Who is it ?
BALTHASAR
Romeo .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
How long hath he been there ?
BALTHASAR
Full half an hour .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Go with me to the vault .
BALTHASAR
I dare not , sir .
My master knows not but I am gone hence ,
And fearfully did menace me with death
If I did stay to look on his intents .
My master knows not but I am gone hence ,
And fearfully did menace me with death
If I did stay to look on his intents .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
Stay , then . I’ll go alone . Fear comes upon me .
O , much I fear some ill unthrifty thing .
O , much I fear some ill unthrifty thing .
BALTHASAR
As I did sleep under this yew tree here ,
I dreamt my master and another fought ,
And that my master slew him .
I dreamt my master and another fought ,
And that my master slew him .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
, moving toward the tomb
Romeo ! —
Alack , alack , what blood is this which stains
The stony entrance of this sepulcher ?
What mean these masterless and gory swords
[231] ACT 5. SC. 3 To lie discolored by this place of peace ?
Romeo ! O , pale ! Who else ? What , Paris too ?
And steeped in blood ? Ah , what an unkind hour
Is guilty of this lamentable chance !
The lady stirs .
Alack , alack , what blood is this which stains
The stony entrance of this sepulcher ?
What mean these masterless and gory swords
[231] ACT 5. SC. 3 To lie discolored by this place of peace ?
Romeo ! O , pale ! Who else ? What , Paris too ?
And steeped in blood ? Ah , what an unkind hour
Is guilty of this lamentable chance !
The lady stirs .
JULIET
O comfortable friar , where is my lord ?
I do remember well where I should be ,
And there I am . Where is my Romeo ?
I do remember well where I should be ,
And there I am . Where is my Romeo ?
FRIAR LAWRENCE
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 . Come , come away .
Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead ,
And Paris , too . Come , I’ll dispose of thee
Among a sisterhood of holy nuns .
Stay not to question , for the watch is coming .
Come , go , good Juliet . I dare no longer stay .
Of death , contagion , and unnatural sleep .
A greater power than we can contradict
Hath thwarted our intents . Come , come away .
Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead ,
And Paris , too . Come , I’ll dispose of thee
Among a sisterhood of holy nuns .
Stay not to question , for the watch is coming .
Come , go , good Juliet . I dare no longer stay .
JULIET
Go , get thee hence , for I will not away .
What’s here ? A cup closed in my true love’s hand ?
Poison , I see , hath been his timeless end . —
O churl , drunk all , and left no friendly drop
To help me after ! I will kiss thy lips .
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them ,
To make me die with a restorative .
Thy lips are warm !
He exits .
What’s here ? A cup closed in my true love’s hand ?
Poison , I see , hath been his timeless end . —
O churl , drunk all , and left no friendly drop
To help me after ! I will kiss thy lips .
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them ,
To make me die with a restorative .
She kisses him .
Thy lips are warm !
Enter Paris’s Page and Watch .
FIRST WATCH
Lead , boy . Which way ?
JULIET
Yea , noise ? Then I’ll be brief . O , happy dagger ,
This is thy sheath . There rust , and let me die .
This is thy sheath . There rust , and let me die .
She takes Romeo’s dagger , stabs herself , and dies .
[233]ACT 5. SC. 3
PAGE
This is the place , there where the torch doth burn .
FIRST WATCH
The ground is bloody . — Search about the
churchyard .
Go , some of you ; whoe’er you find , attach .
Pitiful sight ! Here lies the County slain ,
And Juliet bleeding , warm , and newly dead ,
Who here hath lain this two days burièd . —
Go , tell the Prince . Run to the Capulets .
Raise up the Montagues . Some others search .
We see the ground whereon these woes do lie ,
But the true ground of all these piteous woes
We cannot without circumstance descry .
churchyard .
Go , some of you ; whoe’er you find , attach .
Some watchmen exit .
Pitiful sight ! Here lies the County slain ,
And Juliet bleeding , warm , and newly dead ,
Who here hath lain this two days burièd . —
Go , tell the Prince . Run to the Capulets .
Raise up the Montagues . Some others search .
Others exit .
We see the ground whereon these woes do lie ,
But the true ground of all these piteous woes
We cannot without circumstance descry .
Enter Watchmen
with Romeo’s man Balthasar .
SECOND WATCH
Here’s Romeo’s man . We found him in the
churchyard .
churchyard .
FIRST WATCH
Hold him in safety till the Prince come hither .
Enter Friar Lawrence and another Watchman .
THIRD WATCH
Here is a friar that trembles , sighs , and weeps .
We took this mattock and this spade from him
As he was coming from this churchyard’s side .
We took this mattock and this spade from him
As he was coming from this churchyard’s side .
FIRST WATCH
A great suspicion . Stay the Friar too .
Enter the Prince with Attendants .
PRINCE
What misadventure is so early up
That calls our person from our morning rest ?
That calls our person from our morning rest ?
[235]ACT 5. SC. 3
Enter Capulet and Lady Capulet .
CAPULET
What should it be that is so shrieked abroad ?
LADY CAPULET
O , the people in the street cry ‘Romeo ,’
Some ‘Juliet ,’ and some ‘Paris ,’ and all run
With open outcry toward our monument .
Some ‘Juliet ,’ and some ‘Paris ,’ and all run
With open outcry toward our monument .
PRINCE
What fear is this which startles in our ears ?
FIRST WATCH
Sovereign , here lies the County Paris slain ,
And Romeo dead , and Juliet , dead before ,
Warm and new killed .
And Romeo dead , and Juliet , dead before ,
Warm and new killed .
PRINCE
Search , seek , and know how this foul murder
comes .
comes .
FIRST WATCH
Here is a friar , and slaughtered Romeo’s man ,
With instruments upon them fit to open
These dead men’s tombs .
With instruments upon them fit to open
These dead men’s tombs .
CAPULET
O heavens ! O wife , look how our daughter bleeds !
This dagger hath mista’en , for , lo , his house
Is empty on the back of Montague ,
And it mis-sheathèd in my daughter’s bosom .
This dagger hath mista’en , for , lo , his house
Is empty on the back of Montague ,
And it mis-sheathèd in my daughter’s bosom .
LADY CAPULET
O me , this sight of death is as a bell
That warns my old age to a sepulcher .
That warns my old age to a sepulcher .
Enter Montague .
PRINCE
Come , Montague , for thou art early up
To see thy son and heir now early down .
To see thy son and heir now early down .
MONTAGUE
Alas , my liege , my wife is dead tonight .
[237] ACT 5. SC. 3 Grief of my son’s exile hath stopped her breath .
What further woe conspires against mine age ?
[237] ACT 5. SC. 3 Grief of my son’s exile hath stopped her breath .
What further woe conspires against mine age ?
PRINCE
Look , and thou shalt see .
MONTAGUE
, seeing Romeo dead
O thou untaught ! What manners is in this ,
To press before thy father to a grave ?
To press before thy father to a grave ?
PRINCE
Seal up the mouth of outrage for awhile ,
Till we can clear these ambiguities
And know their spring , their head , their true
descent ,
And then will I be general of your woes
And lead you even to death . Meantime forbear ,
And let mischance be slave to patience . —
Bring forth the parties of suspicion .
Till we can clear these ambiguities
And know their spring , their head , their true
descent ,
And then will I be general of your woes
And lead you even to death . Meantime forbear ,
And let mischance be slave to patience . —
Bring forth the parties of suspicion .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
I am the greatest , able to do least ,
Yet most suspected , as the time and place
Doth make against me , of this direful murder .
And here I stand , both to impeach and purge
Myself condemnèd and myself excused .
Yet most suspected , as the time and place
Doth make against me , of this direful murder .
And here I stand , both to impeach and purge
Myself condemnèd and myself excused .
PRINCE
Then say at once what thou dost know in this .
FRIAR LAWRENCE
I will be brief , for my short date of breath
Is not so long as is a tedious tale .
Romeo , there dead , was husband to that Juliet ,
And she , there dead , that Romeo’s faithful wife .
I married them , and their stol’n marriage day
Was Tybalt’s doomsday , whose untimely death
Banished the new-made bridegroom from this city ,
For whom , and not for Tybalt , Juliet pined .
You , to remove that siege of grief from her ,
Betrothed and would have married her perforce
To County Paris . Then comes she to me ,
And with wild looks bid me devise some mean
[239] ACT 5. SC. 3 To rid her from this second marriage ,
Or in my cell there would she kill herself .
Then gave I her ( so tutored by my art )
A sleeping potion , which so took effect
As I intended , for it wrought on her
The form of death . Meantime I writ to Romeo
That he should hither come as this dire night
To help to take her from her borrowed grave ,
Being the time the potion’s force should cease .
But he which bore my letter , Friar John ,
Was stayed by accident , and yesternight
Returned my letter back . Then all alone
At the prefixèd hour of her waking
Came I to take her from her kindred’s vault ,
Meaning to keep her closely at my cell
Till I conveniently could send to Romeo .
But when I came , some minute ere the time
Of her awakening , here untimely lay
The noble Paris and true Romeo dead .
She wakes , and I entreated her come forth
And bear this work of heaven with patience .
But then a noise did scare me from the tomb ,
And she , too desperate , would not go with me
But , as it seems , did violence on herself .
All this I know , and to the marriage
Her nurse is privy . And if aught in this
Miscarried by my fault , let my old life
Be sacrificed some hour before his time
Unto the rigor of severest law .
Is not so long as is a tedious tale .
Romeo , there dead , was husband to that Juliet ,
And she , there dead , that Romeo’s faithful wife .
I married them , and their stol’n marriage day
Was Tybalt’s doomsday , whose untimely death
Banished the new-made bridegroom from this city ,
For whom , and not for Tybalt , Juliet pined .
You , to remove that siege of grief from her ,
Betrothed and would have married her perforce
To County Paris . Then comes she to me ,
And with wild looks bid me devise some mean
[239] ACT 5. SC. 3 To rid her from this second marriage ,
Or in my cell there would she kill herself .
Then gave I her ( so tutored by my art )
A sleeping potion , which so took effect
As I intended , for it wrought on her
The form of death . Meantime I writ to Romeo
That he should hither come as this dire night
To help to take her from her borrowed grave ,
Being the time the potion’s force should cease .
But he which bore my letter , Friar John ,
Was stayed by accident , and yesternight
Returned my letter back . Then all alone
At the prefixèd hour of her waking
Came I to take her from her kindred’s vault ,
Meaning to keep her closely at my cell
Till I conveniently could send to Romeo .
But when I came , some minute ere the time
Of her awakening , here untimely lay
The noble Paris and true Romeo dead .
She wakes , and I entreated her come forth
And bear this work of heaven with patience .
But then a noise did scare me from the tomb ,
And she , too desperate , would not go with me
But , as it seems , did violence on herself .
All this I know , and to the marriage
Her nurse is privy . And if aught in this
Miscarried by my fault , let my old life
Be sacrificed some hour before his time
Unto the rigor of severest law .
PRINCE
We still have known thee for a holy man . —
Where’s Romeo’s man ? What can he say to this ?
Where’s Romeo’s man ? What can he say to this ?
BALTHASAR
I brought my master news of Juliet’s death ,
And then in post he came from Mantua
To this same place , to this same monument .
[241] ACT 5. SC. 3 This letter he early bid me give his father
And threatened me with death , going in the vault ,
If I departed not and left him there .
And then in post he came from Mantua
To this same place , to this same monument .
[241] ACT 5. SC. 3 This letter he early bid me give his father
And threatened me with death , going in the vault ,
If I departed not and left him there .
PRINCE
Give me the letter . I will look on it . —
Where is the County’s page , that raised the
watch ? —
Sirrah , what made your master in this place ?
He takes Romeo’s letter .
Where is the County’s page , that raised the
watch ? —
Sirrah , what made your master in this place ?
PAGE
He came with flowers to strew his lady’s grave
And bid me stand aloof , and so I did .
Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb ,
And by and by my master drew on him ,
And then I ran away to call the watch .
And bid me stand aloof , and so I did .
Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb ,
And by and by my master drew on him ,
And then I ran away to call the watch .
PRINCE
This letter doth make good the Friar’s words ,
Their course of love , the tidings of her death ;
And here he writes that he did buy a poison
Of a poor ’pothecary , and therewithal
Came to this vault to die and lie with Juliet .
Where be these enemies ? — Capulet , Montague ,
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 .
Their course of love , the tidings of her death ;
And here he writes that he did buy a poison
Of a poor ’pothecary , and therewithal
Came to this vault to die and lie with Juliet .
Where be these enemies ? — Capulet , Montague ,
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 .
CAPULET
O brother Montague , give me thy hand .
This is my daughter’s jointure , for no more
Can I demand .
This is my daughter’s jointure , for no more
Can I demand .
MONTAGUE
But I can give thee more ,
For I will ray her statue in pure gold ,
That whiles Verona by that name is known ,
There shall no figure at such rate be set
As that of true and faithful Juliet .
For I will ray her statue in pure gold ,
That whiles Verona by that name is known ,
There shall no figure at such rate be set
As that of true and faithful Juliet .
[243]ACT 5. SC. 3
CAPULET
As rich shall Romeo’s by his lady’s lie ,
Poor sacrifices of our enmity .
Poor sacrifices of our enmity .
PRINCE
A glooming peace this morning with it brings .
The sun for sorrow will not show his head .
Go hence to have more talk of these sad things .
Some shall be pardoned , and some punishèd .
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo .
The sun for sorrow will not show his head .
Go hence to have more talk of these sad things .
Some shall be pardoned , and some punishèd .
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo .
All exit .
Appendix A
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