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deletion(-) create mode 100644 Assignment_files.py/analysis.py create mode 100644 Assignment_files.py/download.py create mode 100644 Assignment_files.py/main.py create mode 100644 Assignment_files.py/similarity.py create mode 100644 Assignment_files.py/translation.py create mode 100644 cleaned_text.txt create mode 100644 development/Dictionary.txt create mode 100644 development/cleaned_text.txt create mode 100644 development/data_process.ipynb create mode 100644 development/final_cleaned.txt create mode 100644 development/pg1513.txt create mode 100644 development/translated_text.txt create mode 100644 final_cleaned.txt create mode 100644 image.png create mode 100644 pg1513.txt create mode 100644 translated_text.txt diff --git a/Assignment_files.py/analysis.py b/Assignment_files.py/analysis.py new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0e2ceb5 --- /dev/null +++ b/Assignment_files.py/analysis.py @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +import matplotlib.pyplot as plt +import nltk +from nltk.sentiment import SentimentIntensityAnalyzer + +def word_frequency_analysis(filename): + """Creates a dictionary counting how many times a words appears""" + word_counter = {} + with open (filename, 'r', encoding='utf-8', errors='ignore') as f: + for line in f: + for word in line.split(): + word_counter[word] = word_counter.get(word,0)+1 + return word_counter + + + +def text_summary_statistics(filename): + """Run a statistical test on the text of the document.""" + word_counter = word_frequency_analysis(filename) + total_words = sum(word_counter.values()) + total_characters = sum(len(w)*c for w, c in word_counter.items()) + unique_words = len(word_counter) + + avg_word_length = total_characters/total_words if total_words else 0 + vocab = unique_words/ total_words if total_words else 0 + + print("\n Text Summary Statistics:\n") + print("Total words:", total_words) + print("Unique words:", unique_words) + print("Average word length:", round(avg_word_length, 2)) + print("Vocabulary richness:", round(vocab, 3)) + + return word_counter + + +def common_words_chart(filename, top_n= 10): + """Creates a bar chart on the top 10 most used words in a text""" + word_counter = word_frequency_analysis(filename) + sorted_words = sorted(word_counter.items(), key= lambda x: x[1], reverse = True)[:top_n] + + words = [w for w, _ in sorted_words] + count = [c for _, c in sorted_words] + + plt.figure(figsize=(15,5)) + plt.bar (words, count) + plt.title(f"Top {top_n} Most Frequent Words") + plt.xlabel("Words") + plt.ylabel("Count") + plt.xticks(rotation=45) + plt.show() + + +def sentiment_analysis(filename): + """Runs a Sentiment Analysis for the text """ + nltk.download('vader_lexicon', quiet=True) + sia = SentimentIntensityAnalyzer() + with open (filename, 'r', encoding='utf-8', errors='ignore') as f: + text = f.read() + + sentiment_words = sia.polarity_scores(text) + + print(" SENTIMENT ANALYSIS RESULTS ") + print(sentiment_words) + + +if __name__ == "__main__": + text_summary_statistics('final_cleaned.txt') + common_words_chart('final_cleaned.txt') + sentiment_analysis('final_cleaned.txt') \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Assignment_files.py/download.py b/Assignment_files.py/download.py new file mode 100644 index 0000000..65b8d7e --- /dev/null +++ b/Assignment_files.py/download.py @@ -0,0 +1,81 @@ +import urllib.request +import string + +def download_data(url, filename = 'pg1513.txt'): + """Downloads a file from the Project Gutenberg site and saves it to the """ + try: + with urllib.request.urlopen(url) as f: + text = f.read().decode('utf-8') + print(text) # for testing + with open(filename, 'w', encoding='utf-8') as out: + out.write(text) + print(f"File downloaded and saved as {filename}") + return filename + except Exception as e: + print("An error occurred:", e) + return None + + +def is_special_line(line): + """Text Cleaning and Processing""" + return line.strip().startswith('*** ') + + +def clean_file(input_file, output_file): + """Removing headers and footers""" + with open(input_file, encoding='utf-8', errors= 'ignore') as reader,\ + open(output_file, 'w', encoding='utf-8') as writer: + for line in reader: + if is_special_line(line): + break + for line in reader: + if is_special_line(line): + break + writer.write(line) + + print(f"Cleaned file save as {output_file}") + + +def final_clean_version(filename, output_file = 'final_cleaned.txt'): + """Removes punctuation and makes entire text in lower caps""" + with open(filename, 'r', encoding='utf-8', errors='ignore') as f: + text= f.read() + + no_punct = ''.join(ch for ch in text if ch not in string.punctuation).lower() + cleaned_lines = [''.join(line.split()) for line in no_punct.splitlines()] + cleaned_text = '\n'.join(cleaned_lines) + + with open(output_file, 'w', encoding='utf-8') as f: + f.write(cleaned_text) + print (f"Final cleaned text saved as {output_file}") + return output_file + + + + +def remove_stopwords(filename): + stopwords = ["a", "of", "to", "in", "it", "is", "i", "that","was", "he", + "you", "for", "on", "with", "as", "his", "they", "be", "at", "one", "have", "this", "from", + "or", "had", "by", "not", "but", "what", "all", "were", "we", "her", "can", "an"] + + with open( filename, 'r', encoding='utf-8', errors='ignore') as f: + lines= f.readlines() + new_lines= [] + for line in lines: + words = [w for w in line.split() if w.lower() not in stopwords] + new_lines.append(''.join(words)) + + with open(filename, 'w', encoding='utf-8') as f: + f.write('\n'.join(new_lines)) + + print(f"Stopwords removed from the text") + + +if __name__ == "__main__": + url = 'https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1513/pg1513.txt' + raw = download_data(url) + + if raw: + clean_file(raw, 'cleaned_text.txt') + final_clean_version('cleaned_text.txt') + remove_stopwords('final_cleaned.txt') \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Assignment_files.py/main.py b/Assignment_files.py/main.py new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3e1f047 --- /dev/null +++ b/Assignment_files.py/main.py @@ -0,0 +1,33 @@ +from download import download_data, clean_file, final_clean_version, remove_stopwords +from analysis import text_summary_statistics, common_words_chart, sentiment_analysis +from translation import create_dictionary, translate_text_file +from similarity import text_similarity + + +def main(): + """ Main function to join the entire diles together and run all of the analysis""" + + print ("\n Text Analysis \n") + + url = 'https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1513/pg1513.txt' + raw_file = download_data(url) + if not raw_file: + return + + clean_file(raw_file, "cleaned_text.txt") + final_clean_version("cleaned_text.txt") + remove_stopwords("final_cleaned.txt") + + text_summary_statistics("final_cleaned.txt") + common_words_chart("final_cleaned.txt") + sentiment_analysis("final_cleaned.txt") + + dictionary = create_dictionary("development/Dictionary.txt") + translate_text_file("final_cleaned.txt","translated_text.txt", dictionary) + + text_similarity("final_cleaned.txt", "translated_text.txt") + + print ("\n End of Analysis \n") + +if __name__ == "__main__": + main() \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Assignment_files.py/similarity.py b/Assignment_files.py/similarity.py new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dd0668c --- /dev/null +++ b/Assignment_files.py/similarity.py @@ -0,0 +1,17 @@ +from thefuzz import fuzz + +def text_similarity(file1, file2, sample_size=10000): + """Compates how much similarity two texts have""" + with open(file1, 'r', encoding='utf-8', errors='ignore') as f1: + text1 = f1.read(sample_size) + + with open(file2, 'r', encoding='utf-8', errors='ignore') as f2: + text2 = f2.read(sample_size) + + ratio = fuzz.ratio(text1, text2) + + print(f"Text similarity ratio {ratio}") + return ratio + +if __name__ == "__main__": + text_similarity("final_cleaned.txt", "translated_text.txt") \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Assignment_files.py/translation.py b/Assignment_files.py/translation.py new file mode 100644 index 0000000..33c3152 --- /dev/null +++ b/Assignment_files.py/translation.py @@ -0,0 +1,44 @@ +import string + +def create_dictionary(filename): + """Creates a list from a file to a python dictionary""" + dict_conversion ={} + with open(filename, 'r', encoding= 'utf-8', errors = 'ignore') as f: + for line in f: + + parts = line.strip().lower().split('-') + if len(parts) == 2: + dict_conversion[parts[0].strip()]= parts[1].strip() + + print (f"{len(dict_conversion)} translation words.") + return dict_conversion + +def translate_words(word, dictionary): + """Translate the words from the original text with the new created dictionary""" + cleaned = word.strip(string.punctuation).lower() + return dictionary.get(cleaned, word) + + +def translate_text_file(input_file, output_file, dictionary): + """Translate the entire text file, creating an new entire translated text file""" + with open (input_file, 'r', encoding = 'utf-8', errors = 'ignore') as f: + lines = f.readlines() + + translated_words =[] + for line in lines: + words = line.split() + translated_line= ' '.join(translate_words(w, dictionary)for w in words) + translated_words.append(translated_line) + + with open(output_file, 'w', encoding= 'utf-8') as f: + f.write ('\n'.join(translated_words)) + + print (f"Translation saved to {output_file}") + + +if __name__ == "__main__": + dictionary = create_dictionary("development/Dictionary.txt") + translate_text_file("final_cleaned.txt", "translated_text.txt", dictionary) + + + diff --git a/README.md b/README.md index 05aa109..490d3df 100644 --- a/README.md +++ b/README.md @@ -1,3 +1,69 @@ # Text-Analysis-Project - Please read the [instructions](instructions.md). + +#Project Write Up and Reflection + +#1. Project Overview + +This project focuses on doing an overview of the play 'Romeo and Juliet' written by William Shakespear. The functions of the code focused on removing the data set from the API 'Project Gutenber'. The overall project focused on cleaning and polishing all of the dataset, this includes removing all of the punctuations, stopwords, make all the characters be in lower case and remove any uncessary information from the data set. All of this was done using computational methods to also then run an analysis, such like a sentiment analysis, to analyze different information from the datas set. After running those analysis methods, I then introduced a document containing all of the translations of Old English words to New English words and translated the original file to an updated version with modern english words. Throughout the entire process I used several functions such as tex cleaning, stopword removal, word frequency analysis, text summary, visualisation and sentiment analysis, using the NLTK and TheFuzz package. My goal through this project was to identify different ways in which texts can be analyzed and identify if there was a potential way to introduce another data set to make the book easier for people to understand. + + +#2.Implementation + +I started the project using an .ipynb file where I tested all of the data and went through the creation process of the code. This allowed me to check where functions could be improved or if there was any error that needed to be fixed. This made it easier for me to then pass the code to a .py file and run the final version of the project. After finishing drafting the code, I created several python modules to organize the data more clearly. + +For data structures I focused on mainly using dictionaries to then be able to store the word frequencies of the data sets and run the translation for the text. This approach made it easier because it allowed me to keep adding information whilst still running all of the regressions. I also chose to separate all of the data into multiple .py modules as it kept the code cleaner and allows for independent testing of each section before merging it all up. I also used the help from Chat GPT in various stages of this process to help me draft functions that I wasnt fully aware how they worked (my reasoning on how they work are on the comments in the .ipynb file) and it also helped me with debugging issues. The use of a virtual assistant allowed me to restructure my code more clearly and making sure it ran all of the functions. + +#3. Results + +As mentioned, I runned several .py methods that produced different analysis and results. I created five python modules: download.py which focuses on downloading, cleaning and processing the file; analysis.py which focuses on running all of the analysis formulas such as a bar chart visualisation, sentiment analysis etc. ; translation.py which focuses on reading the external dictionary file to then translate the old english words in the data files to the new english word file; similarity.py focuses on running a text similarity between both texts, old and new; and finally the main.py document which combines all of the formulas into one main document and process all of the text and runs all of the analysis in one file. + +These allowed me to identify the following results: + +Top 10 most common words: + +and : 733 +the : 688 +my : 355 +romeo : 298 +thou : 277 +me : 263 +juliet : 178 +thy : 170 +o : 149 +will : 148 + + Text Summary Statistics: + +Total words: 19309 +Unique words: 3819 +Average word length: 4.76 +Average sentence length (in words): 0 +Vocabulary richness: 0.198 + + SENTIMENT ANALYSIS RESULTS +Negative: 0.137 +Neutral: 0.7 +Positive: 0.163 +Overall Compound Score: 1.0 + +→ The overall sentiment of the text is Positive. (this was a very surprising result given the tragic connotation of Romeo and Juliet) + +TEXT SIMILARITY ANALYSIS +Basic Ratio: 98 +Partial Ratio: 98 +Token Sort Ratio: 96 +Token Set Ratio: 99 + +→ The two texts are very similar. + +The bar graph helped plot the frequency of the most common words, I just cannot add an image to the text. + +#4. Reflection + +The process of this porject managed to work very well as I managed to get the dictionary to translate the words and run all of the analysis functions on the text. Also separating the function on an individual python module made it easier to manage the data and work step by step. I believe that my biggest challenge in this assignment was to ensure that the transaltion worked correctly specific with all of the punctuation and spacing. The most complicated words to translate where the ones that had an apostrophe such as 'they'd' because when I removed all of the punctuation from the text it made it challenging for the dictionary to translate these words. Thats why I had to go back again to the code and make sure that only certain punctuation symbols were removed and not all of them. Another challenge was performance when comparing long texts using TheFuzz; I learned to limit the text sample size for efficiency as it was taking a lot of minutes to compare both texts together. + +My biggest takeaway from this project was that I realized how important it is to cleand and process data such as real-world text before running analysis regressions because if not the results given by the functions won't provide an accurate measurement. I also learned (and was surprised) that natural laguage processing tools such the NLTK package can help analyze the emotional tone of a novel and focus on the emotional perspective of a dataset rather than just doing statistical analysis. For this entire process, using a virtual assistant such as Chat GPT was very helpful to complete certain functions and uderstand the reasoning behind different approaches, like dictionaries for word frequency or splitting the project into modules, to get the results I wanted to obtain. The help from the virtual assistant also helped me debug the code and fix errors that my function had, making the overall creation process more effective. + +If I were to think of a recommendation to improve this project, I would like to expand the dictionary for a more comprehensive translation for all of Shakespear's plays. At the same time I believe it would be really interesting to create a proper python dictionary that can be implemented for multiple files. I would also recommend implementing the Markov text synthesis to generate sentences that use the same english style as William Shakespear does, that way new texts could also be generated with old english words to make more formal texts. Overall, I believe this project was really interesting to implement and it provided useful findings that taught me the importance of data cleaning, data processing and modular design. + diff --git a/cleaned_text.txt b/cleaned_text.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a2b3a84 --- /dev/null +++ b/cleaned_text.txt @@ -0,0 +1,10547 @@ + + + + + + + + + +THE TRAGEDY OF ROMEO AND JULIET + + + +by William Shakespeare + + + + + + + + + +Contents + + + +THE PROLOGUE. + + + +ACT I + +Scene I. A public place. + +Scene II. A Street. + +Scene III. Room in Capulet’s House. + +Scene IV. A Street. + +Scene V. A Hall in Capulet’s House. + + + +ACT II + +CHORUS. + +Scene I. An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden. + +Scene II. Capulet’s Garden. + +Scene III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. + +Scene IV. A Street. + +Scene V. Capulet’s Garden. + +Scene VI. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. + + + +ACT III + +Scene I. A public Place. + +Scene II. A Room in Capulet’s House. + +Scene III. Friar Lawrence’s cell. + +Scene IV. A Room in Capulet’s House. + +Scene V. An open Gallery to Juliet’s Chamber, overlooking the Garden. + + + +ACT IV + +Scene I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. + +Scene II. Hall in Capulet’s House. + +Scene III. Juliet’s Chamber. + +Scene IV. Hall in Capulet’s House. + +Scene V. Juliet’s Chamber; Juliet on the bed. + + + +ACT V + +Scene I. Mantua. A Street. + +Scene II. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. + +Scene III. A churchyard; in it a Monument belonging to the Capulets. + + + + + + + + + + Dramatis Personæ + + + +ESCALUS, Prince of Verona. + +MERCUTIO, kinsman to the Prince, and friend to Romeo. + +PARIS, a young Nobleman, kinsman to the Prince. + +Page to Paris. + + + +MONTAGUE, head of a Veronese family at feud with the Capulets. + +LADY MONTAGUE, wife to Montague. + +ROMEO, son to Montague. + +BENVOLIO, nephew to Montague, and friend to Romeo. + +ABRAM, servant to Montague. + +BALTHASAR, servant to Romeo. + + + +CAPULET, head of a Veronese family at feud with the Montagues. + +LADY CAPULET, wife to Capulet. + +JULIET, daughter to Capulet. + +TYBALT, nephew to Lady Capulet. + +CAPULET’S COUSIN, an old man. + +NURSE to Juliet. + +PETER, servant to Juliet’s Nurse. + +SAMPSON, servant to Capulet. + +GREGORY, servant to Capulet. + +Servants. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE, a Franciscan. + +FRIAR JOHN, of the same Order. + +An Apothecary. + +CHORUS. + +Three Musicians. + +An Officer. + +Citizens of Verona; several Men and Women, relations to both houses; + +Maskers, Guards, Watchmen and Attendants. + + + +SCENE. During the greater part of the Play in Verona; once, in the + +Fifth Act, at Mantua. + + + + + + + + + +THE PROLOGUE + + + + + + Enter Chorus. + + + +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-cross’d lovers take their life; + +Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows + +Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife. + +The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love, + +And the continuance of their parents’ rage, + +Which, but their children’s end, nought 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. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + + + + + + + +ACT I + + + +SCENE I. A public place. + + + + + + Enter Sampson and Gregory armed with swords and bucklers. + + + +SAMPSON. + +Gregory, on my word, we’ll not carry coals. + + + +GREGORY. + +No, for then we should be colliers. + + + +SAMPSON. + +I mean, if we be in choler, we’ll draw. + + + +GREGORY. + +Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o’ the 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. + + + +SAMPSON. + +A dog of that house shall move me to stand. + +I 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. + + + +SAMPSON. + +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. + + + +GREGORY. + +The quarrel is between our masters and us 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. + + + +GREGORY. + +The heads of the maids? + + + +SAMPSON. + +Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; 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. + + + +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. + + + + Enter Abram and Balthasar. + + + +SAMPSON. + +My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back 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. + + + +GREGORY. + +I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list. + + + +SAMPSON. + +Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them, which is disgrace to + +them if they bear it. + + + +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. + +Is the law of our side if I say ay? + + + +GREGORY. + +No. + + + +SAMPSON. + +No sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, 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. + + + +ABRAM. + +No better. + + + +SAMPSON. + +Well, sir. + + + + Enter Benvolio. + + + +GREGORY. + +Say better; here comes one of my master’s kinsmen. + + + +SAMPSON. + +Yes, better, sir. + + + +ABRAM. + +You lie. + + + +SAMPSON. + +Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow. + + + + [_They fight._] + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Part, fools! put up your swords, you know not what you do. + + + + [_Beats down their swords._] + + + + Enter Tybalt. + + + +TYBALT. + +What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? + +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. + + + +TYBALT. + +What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word + +As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: + +Have at thee, coward. + + + + [_They fight._] + + + + Enter three or four Citizens with clubs. + + + +FIRST CITIZEN. + +Clubs, bills and partisans! Strike! Beat them down! + +Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues! + + + + Enter Capulet in his gown, and Lady Capulet. + + + +CAPULET. + +What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho! + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword? + + + +CAPULET. + +My sword, I say! Old Montague is come, + +And flourishes his blade in spite of me. + + + + Enter Montague and his Lady Montague. + + + +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 Attendants. + + + +PRINCE. + +Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, + +Profaners of this neighbour-stained 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 mistemper’d weapons to the ground + +And hear the sentence of your moved prince. + +Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, + +By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, + +Have thrice disturb’d 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, + +Canker’d with peace, to part your canker’d 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 judgement-place. + +Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. + + + + [_Exeunt Prince and Attendants; Capulet, Lady Capulet, Tybalt, + + Citizens and Servants._] + + + +MONTAGUE. + +Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? + +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 prepar’d, + +Which, as he breath’d defiance to my ears, + +He swung about his head, and cut the winds, + +Who nothing hurt withal, hiss’d 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. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Madam, an hour before the worshipp’d sun + +Peer’d forth the golden window of the east, + +A troubled mind drave 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, + +Pursu’d my humour, not pursuing his, + +And gladly shunn’d 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; + +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 humour 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 importun’d him by any means? + + + +MONTAGUE. + +Both by myself and many other friends; + +But he, his own affections’ counsellor, + +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 sun. + +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. + + + +MONTAGUE. + +I would thou wert so happy by thy stay + +To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let’s away, + + + + [_Exeunt Montague and Lady Montague._] + + + +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? + + + +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 favour where I am in love. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Alas that love so gentle in his view, + +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? + + + +BENVOLIO. + +No coz, I rather weep. + + + +ROMEO. + +Good heart, at what? + + + +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 prest + +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 purg’d, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes; + +Being vex’d, a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears: + +What is it else? A madness most discreet, + +A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. + +Farewell, my coz. + + + + [_Going._] + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Soft! I will go along: + +And 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. + + + +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. + +Bid a sick man in sadness make his will, + +A word ill urg’d to one that is so ill. + +In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +I aim’d so near when I suppos’d you lov’d. + + + +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 arm’d, + +From love’s weak childish bow she lives uncharm’d. + +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’s 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 starv’d 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 rul’d 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. + + + +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 pass’d that passing fair? + +Farewell, thou canst not teach me to forget. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +I’ll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE II. A Street. + + + + Enter Capulet, Paris and Servant. + + + +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. + + + +PARIS. + +Of honourable reckoning are you both, + +And pity ’tis you liv’d 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. + + + +PARIS. + +Younger than she are happy mothers made. + + + +CAPULET. + +And too soon marr’d are those so early made. + +The earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she, + +She is 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 agree, within her scope of choice + +Lies my consent and fair according voice. + +This night I hold an old accustom’d 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 apparell’d April on the heel + +Of limping winter treads, even such delight + +Among fresh female 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 reckoning none. + +Come, go with me. Go, sirrah, trudge about + +Through fair Verona; find those persons out + +Whose names are written there, [_gives a paper_] and to them say, + +My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. + + + + [_Exeunt Capulet and Paris._] + + + +SERVANT. + +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! + + + + Enter Benvolio and Romeo. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Tut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning, + +One pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish; + +Turn giddy, and be holp 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: + +Shut up in prison, kept without my food, + +Whipp’d and tormented and—God-den, good fellow. + + + +SERVANT. + +God gi’ go-den. I pray, sir, can you read? + + + +ROMEO. + +Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. + + + +SERVANT. + +Perhaps you have learned it without book. + +But I pray, can you read anything you see? + + + +ROMEO. + +Ay, If I know the letters and the language. + + + +SERVANT. + +Ye say honestly, rest you merry! + + + +ROMEO. + +Stay, fellow; I can read. + + + + [_He reads the letter._] + + + +_Signior Martino and his wife and daughters; + +County Anselmo and his beauteous sisters; + +The lady widow of Utruvio; + +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. [_Gives back the paper_] Whither should they come? + + + +SERVANT. + +Up. + + + +ROMEO. + +Whither to supper? + + + +SERVANT. + +To our house. + + + +ROMEO. + +Whose house? + + + +SERVANT. + +My master’s. + + + +ROMEO. + +Indeed I should have ask’d you that before. + + + +SERVANT. + +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. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +BENVOLIO. + +At this same ancient feast of Capulet’s + +Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov’st; + +With all the admired 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 drown’d, 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 pois’d with herself in either eye: + +But in that crystal scales let there be weigh’d + +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 shows best. + + + +ROMEO. + +I’ll go along, no such sight to be shown, + +But to rejoice in splendour of my own. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE III. Room in Capulet’s House. + + + + 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! + + + + Enter Juliet. + + + +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 remember’d 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 is not fourteen. How long is it now + +To Lammas-tide? + + + +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 wean’d,—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, + +To bid me trudge. + +And since that time it is eleven years; + +For then she could stand alone; 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! + +A 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 holidame, + +The pretty wretch left crying, and said ‘Ay’. + +To see now how a jest shall come about. + +I warrant, and 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 it brow + +A bump as big as a young cockerel’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 nurs’d: + +And I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish. + + + +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? + + + +JULIET. + +It is an honour that I dream not of. + + + +NURSE. + +An honour! Were not I thine only nurse, + +I would say thou hadst suck’d 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. + + + +NURSE. + +A man, young lady! Lady, such a man + +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 obscur’d 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 + +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. + + + + Enter a Servant. + + + +SERVANT. + +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. + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +We follow thee. + + + + [_Exit Servant._] + + + +Juliet, the County stays. + + + +NURSE. + +Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE IV. A Street. + + + + Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six Maskers; + + Torch-bearers and others. + + + +ROMEO. + +What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? + +Or shall we on without apology? + + + +BENVOLIO. + +The date is out of such prolixity: + +We’ll have no Cupid hoodwink’d with a scarf, + +Bearing a Tartar’s painted bow of lath, + +Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper; + +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. + + + +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. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +You are a lover, borrow Cupid’s wings, + +And soar with them above a common bound. + + + +ROMEO. + +I am too sore enpierced 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. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +And, to sink in it, should you burden love; + +Too great oppression for a tender thing. + + + +ROMEO. + +Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, + +Too rude, too boisterous; 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: [_Putting on a mask._] + +A visor for a visor. What care I + +What curious eye doth quote deformities? + +Here are the beetle-brows shall blush for me. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in + +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 proverb’d 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. + + + +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. + + + +ROMEO. + +And we mean well in going to this mask; + +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. + +She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes + +In shape no bigger than an agate-stone + +On the fore-finger of an alderman, + +Drawn with a team of little atomies + +Over men’s noses as they lie asleep: + +Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners’ legs; + +The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers; + +Her traces, of the smallest spider’s web; + +The collars, of the moonshine’s watery beams; + +Her whip of cricket’s bone; the lash, of film; + +Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat, + +Not half so big as a round little worm + +Prick’d 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; + +O’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on curtsies 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 a lies asleep, + +Then dreams he of another benefice: + +Sometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck, + +And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, + +Of breaches, ambuscados, 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; + +And bakes the elf-locks 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. + + + +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 anger’d, 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. + + + +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 despised life, clos’d in my breast + +By some vile forfeit of untimely death. + +But he that hath the steerage of my course + +Direct my suit. On, lusty gentlemen! + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Strike, drum. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE V. A Hall in Capulet’s House. + + + + Musicians waiting. Enter Servants. + + + +FIRST SERVANT. + +Where’s Potpan, that he helps not to take away? + +He shift a trencher! He scrape a trencher! + + + +SECOND SERVANT. + +When good manners shall lie all in one or two men’s hands, and they + +unwash’d too, ’tis a foul thing. + + + +FIRST SERVANT. + +Away with the join-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. Antony and Potpan! + + + +SECOND SERVANT. + +Ay, boy, ready. + + + +FIRST SERVANT. + +You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the + +great chamber. + + + +SECOND SERVANT. + +We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys. Be brisk awhile, and + +the longer liver take all. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + + Enter Capulet, &c. with the Guests and Gentlewomen to the Maskers. + + + +CAPULET. + +Welcome, gentlemen, ladies that have their toes + +Unplagu’d with corns will have 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 ye 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, + +You are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians, play. + +A hall, a hall, give room! And foot it, girls. + + + + [_Music plays, and they dance._] + + + +More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up, + +And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot. + +Ah sirrah, this unlook’d-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 mask’d. + + + +CAPULET’S COUSIN. + +’Tis more, ’tis more, his son is elder, sir; + +His son is thirty. + + + +CAPULET. + +Will you tell me that? + +His son was but a ward two years ago. + + + +ROMEO. + +What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand + +Of yonder knight? + + + +SERVANT. + +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 blessed my rude hand. + +Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! + +For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night. + + + +TYBALT. + +This by his voice, should be a Montague. + +Fetch me my rapier, boy. What, dares the slave + +Come hither, cover’d with an antic face, + +To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? + +Now by the stock and honour 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. + + + +CAPULET. + +Young Romeo, is it? + + + +TYBALT. + +’Tis he, that villain Romeo. + + + +CAPULET. + +Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, + +A bears him like a portly gentleman; + +And, to say truth, Verona brags of him + +To be a virtuous and well-govern’d youth. + +I would not for the wealth of all the 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. + + + +CAPULET. + +He shall be endur’d. + +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, + +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. + + + +TYBALT. + +Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting + +Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. + +I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall, + +Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +ROMEO. + +[_To Juliet._] 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. + + + +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. + + + +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. + + + +JULIET. + +Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake. + + + +ROMEO. + +Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take. + +Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg’d. + +[_Kissing her._] + + + +JULIET. + +Then have my lips the sin that they have took. + + + +ROMEO. + +Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg’d! + +Give me my sin again. + + + +JULIET. + +You kiss by the book. + + + +NURSE. + +Madam, your mother craves a word with you. + + + +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 nurs’d her daughter that you talk’d withal. + +I tell you, he that can lay hold of her + +Shall have the chinks. + + + +ROMEO. + +Is she a Capulet? + +O dear account! My life is my foe’s debt. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Away, be gone; 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. + + + + [_Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse._] + + + +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. If he be married, + +My grave is like to be my wedding bed. + + + +NURSE. + +His name is Romeo, and a Montague, + +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 loathed enemy. + + + +NURSE. + +What’s this? What’s this? + + + +JULIET. + +A rhyme I learn’d even now + +Of one I danc’d withal. + + + + [_One calls within, ‘Juliet’._] + + + +NURSE. + +Anon, anon! + +Come let’s away, the strangers all are gone. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + + + + + + + +ACT II + + + + + + Enter Chorus. + + + +CHORUS. + +Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie, + +And young affection gapes to be his heir; + +That fair for which love groan’d for and would die, + +With tender Juliet match’d, is now not fair. + +Now Romeo is belov’d, and loves again, + +Alike bewitched by the charm of looks; + +But to his foe suppos’d 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 beloved anywhere. + +But passion lends them power, time means, to meet, + +Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +SCENE I. An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden. + + + + Enter Romeo. + + + +ROMEO. + +Can I go forward when my heart is here? + +Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. + + + + [_He climbs the wall and leaps down within it._] + + + + Enter Benvolio and Mercutio. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Romeo! My cousin Romeo! Romeo! + + + +MERCUTIO. + +He is wise, + +And on my life hath stol’n him home to bed. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +He ran this way, and leap’d this orchard wall: + +Call, good Mercutio. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +Nay, I’ll conjure too. + +Romeo! Humours! Madman! Passion! Lover! + +Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh, + +Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; + +Cry but ‘Ah 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 lov’d 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 conjur’d it down; + +That were some spite. My invocation + +Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress’ name, + +I conjure only but to raise up him. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Come, he hath hid himself among these trees + +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 and thou a poperin 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. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE II. Capulet’s Garden. + + + + Enter Romeo. + + + +ROMEO. + +He jests at scars that never felt a wound. + + + + Juliet appears above at a window. + + + +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. + +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 eyes 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. + +She speaks. + +O speak again bright angel, for thou art + +As glorious to this night, being o’er my head, + +As is a winged messenger of heaven + +Unto the white-upturned wondering 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. + + + +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, nor any other part + +Belonging to a man. O be some other name. + +What’s in a name? That which we call a rose + +By any other name would smell as sweet; + +So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d, + +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 baptis’d; + +Henceforth I never will be Romeo. + + + +JULIET. + +What man art thou that, thus bescreen’d in night + +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. + + + +JULIET. + +My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words + +Of thy tongue’s utterance, yet I know the sound. + +Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague? + + + +ROMEO. + +Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike. + + + +JULIET. + +How cam’st 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. + + + +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. + + + +JULIET. + +If they do see thee, they will murder thee. + + + +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. + + + +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 prorogued, wanting of thy love. + + + +JULIET. + +By whose direction found’st thou out this place? + + + +ROMEO. + +By love, that first did prompt me to enquire; + +He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. + +I am no pilot; yet wert thou as far + +As that vast shore wash’d with the farthest sea, + +I 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 ’haviour light: + +But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true + +Than those that have more cunning to be strange. + +I should have been more strange, I must confess, + +But that thou overheard’st, ere I was ’ware, + +My true-love passion; therefore pardon me, + +And not impute this yielding to light love, + +Which the dark night hath so discovered. + + + +ROMEO. + +Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow, + +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. + + + +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. + + + +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 unadvis’d, 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. + + + +JULIET. + +I gave thee mine before thou didst request it; + +And yet I would it were to give again. + + + +ROMEO. + +Would’st 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. + +[_Nurse calls within._] + +Anon, good Nurse!—Sweet Montague be true. + +Stay but a little, I will come again. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +ROMEO. + +O blessed, blessed night. I am afeard, + +Being in night, all this is but a dream, + +Too flattering sweet to be substantial. + + + + Enter Juliet above. + + + +JULIET. + +Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed. + +If that thy bent of love be honourable, + +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,— + + + +NURSE. + +[_Within._] Madam. + + + +JULIET. + +By and by I come— + +To cease thy strife and leave me to my grief. + +Tomorrow will I send. + + + +ROMEO. + +So thrive my soul,— + + + +JULIET. + +A thousand times good night. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +ROMEO. + +A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. + +Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, + +But love from love, towards school with heavy looks. + + + + [_Retiring slowly._] + + + + Re-enter Juliet, above. + + + +JULIET. + +Hist! Romeo, hist! O for a falconer’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’s name. + + + +ROMEO. + +It is my soul that calls upon my name. + +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? + + + +ROMEO. + +By the hour of nine. + + + +JULIET. + +I will not fail. ’Tis twenty years till then. + +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, + +Remembering how I love thy company. + + + +ROMEO. + +And I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget, + +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 her hand, + +Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, + +And with a silk 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. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +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 Sire’s cell, + +His help to crave and my dear hap to tell. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +SCENE III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. + + + + Enter Friar Lawrence with a basket. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +The grey-ey’d morn smiles on the frowning night, + +Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; + +And fleckled darkness like a drunkard reels + +From forth day’s pathway, made by Titan’s fiery wheels + +Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye, + +The day to cheer, and night’s dank dew to dry, + +I must upfill this osier cage of ours + +With baleful weeds and precious-juiced 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, strain’d from that fair use, + +Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse. + +Virtue itself turns vice being misapplied, + +And vice sometime’s 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, slays all senses with the heart. + +Two such opposed 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 distemper’d 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 unbruised youth with unstuff’d brain + +Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign. + +Therefore thy earliness doth me assure + +Thou art uprous’d with some distemperature; + +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. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +That’s my good son. But where hast thou been 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, blessed 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. + + + +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 combin’d, save what thou must combine + +By holy marriage. When, and where, and how + +We met, we woo’d, and made exchange of vow, + +I’ll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, + +That thou consent to marry us today. + + + +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 wash’d 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 ring in mine ancient ears. + +Lo here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit + +Of an old tear that is not wash’d off yet. + +If ere thou wast thyself, and these woes thine, + +Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline, + +And art thou chang’d? Pronounce this sentence then, + +Women may fall, when there’s no strength in men. + + + +ROMEO. + +Thou chidd’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. + + + +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. + + + +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’ rancour to pure love. + + + +ROMEO. + +O let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE IV. A Street. + + + + Enter Benvolio and Mercutio. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +Where the devil should this Romeo be? 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. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet, 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. + + + +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? + + + +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. He rests his minim rest, one, two, and the third in + +your bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; + +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 phantasies; 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 but 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 grey 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? + + + +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. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +That’s as much as to say, such a case as yours constrains a man to bow + +in the hams. + + + +ROMEO. + +Meaning, to curtsy. + + + +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. + + + +ROMEO. + +O single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness! + + + +MERCUTIO. + +Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint. + + + +ROMEO. + +Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I’ll cry a match. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +Nay, if thy 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? + + + +ROMEO. + +Thou wast never with me for anything, when 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. + + + +ROMEO. + +And is it not then well served in to a sweet goose? + + + +MERCUTIO. + +O here’s a wit of cheveril, that stretches 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. + + + +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 by nature. For this drivelling 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. + + + +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. + + + + Enter Nurse and 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. + + + +NURSE. + +God ye good morrow, gentlemen. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +God ye good-den, fair gentlewoman. + + + +NURSE. + +Is it good-den? + + + +MERCUTIO. + +’Tis no less, I tell ye; for the bawdy hand of 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 for himself to mar. + + + +NURSE. + +By my troth, it is well said; for himself to mar, quoth a? 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. + + + +NURSE. + +You say well. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +Yea, is the worst well? Very well took, i’faith; wisely, wisely. + + + +NURSE. + +If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +She will endite 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. + +[_Sings._] + + 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. + + + + [_Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio._] + + + +NURSE. + +I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this 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. + + + +NURSE. + +And a speak anything against me, I’ll take him down, and a were lustier + +than he is, and twenty such Jacks. And 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.—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. + + + +NURSE. + +Now, afore God, I am so vexed that every part about me quivers. Scurvy + +knave. Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bid me + +enquire you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself. But first + +let me tell ye, if ye should lead her in a fool’s paradise, as they + +say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, 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,— + + + +NURSE. + +Good heart, and i’faith I will tell her as much. Lord, Lord, she will + +be a joyful woman. + + + +ROMEO. + +What wilt thou tell her, Nurse? Thou dost not mark me. + + + +NURSE. + +I will tell her, sir, that you do protest, which, as 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 shriv’d and married. Here is for thy pains. + + + +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. + + + +NURSE. + +Now God in heaven bless thee. Hark you, sir. + + + +ROMEO. + +What say’st thou, my dear Nurse? + + + +NURSE. + +Is your man secret? Did you ne’er hear say, + +Two may keep counsel, putting one away? + + + +ROMEO. + +I 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? + + + +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. + + + +ROMEO. + +Commend me to thy lady. + + + +NURSE. + +Ay, a thousand times. Peter! + + + + [_Exit Romeo._] + + + +PETER. + +Anon. + + + +NURSE. + +Before and apace. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE V. Capulet’s Garden. + + + + 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, + +Driving back shadows over lowering hills: + +Therefore do nimble-pinion’d 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’d 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. + + + + [_Exit Peter._] + + + +JULIET. + +Now, good sweet Nurse,—O Lord, why look’st thou sad? + +Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; + +If good, thou sham’st 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 had! + + + +JULIET. + +I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: + +Nay come, I pray thee speak; good, good Nurse, speak. + + + +NURSE. + +Jesu, what haste? Can you not stay a while? 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 + +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? + + + +JULIET. + +No, no. But all this did I know before. + +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,—O my back, my back! + +Beshrew your heart for sending me about + +To catch my death with jauncing up and down. + + + +JULIET. + +I’faith, I am sorry that thou art not well. + +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? + + + +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?’ + + + +NURSE. + +O God’s lady dear, + +Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow. + +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. + + + +JULIET. + +Hie to high fortune! Honest Nurse, farewell. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE VI. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. + + + + Enter Friar Lawrence and Romeo. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +So smile the heavens upon this holy act + +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. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +These violent delights have violent ends, + +And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, + +Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey + +Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, + +And in the taste confounds the appetite. + +Therefore love moderately: 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 heap’d like mine, and that thy skill be more + +To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath + +This neighbour air, and let rich music’s tongue + +Unfold the imagin’d 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. + + + +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. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + + + + + + + +ACT III + + + +SCENE I. A public Place. + + + + + + Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page and Servants. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +I pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire: + +The day is hot, the Capulets 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. + + + +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. + + + +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 an egg is full of meat, and yet thy + +head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling. Thou hast + +quarrelled 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 an old riband? And yet thou wilt + +tutor me from quarrelling! + + + +BENVOLIO. + +And 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. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +The fee simple! O simple! + + + + Enter Tybalt and others. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +By my head, here comes the Capulets. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +By my heel, I care not. + + + +TYBALT. + +Follow me close, for I will speak to them. + +Gentlemen, good-den: 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. + + + +TYBALT. + +You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, and you will give me + +occasion. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +Could you not take some occasion without giving? + + + +TYBALT. + +Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? And 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, + +And reason coldly of your grievances, + +Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +Men’s eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. + +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. + + + +TYBALT. + +Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford + +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 know’st me not. + + + +TYBALT. + +Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries + +That thou hast done me, therefore turn and draw. + + + +ROMEO. + +I do protest I never injur’d 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. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! + +[_Draws._] Alla stoccata carries it away. + +Tybalt, you rat-catcher, 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 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. + +[_Drawing._] I am for you. + + + +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! + + + + [_Exeunt Tybalt with his Partizans._] + + + +MERCUTIO. + +I am hurt. + +A plague o’ both your 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. + + + + [_Exit Page._] + + + +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. + + + +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! + + + + [_Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio._] + + + +ROMEO. + +This gentleman, the Prince’s near ally, + +My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt + +In my behalf; my reputation stain’d + +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 soften’d valour’s steel. + + + + Re-enter Benvolio. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio’s dead, + +That gallant spirit hath aspir’d the clouds, + +Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. + + + +ROMEO. + +This day’s black fate on mo days doth depend; + +This but begins the woe others must end. + + + + Re-enter Tybalt. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. + + + +ROMEO. + +Again in triumph, and Mercutio slain? + +Away to heaven respective lenity, + +And fire-ey’d fury be my conduct now! + +Now, Tybalt, take the ‘villain’ back again + +That late thou gav’st 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. + + + +TYBALT. + +Thou wretched boy, that didst consort him here, + +Shalt with him hence. + + + +ROMEO. + +This shall determine that. + + + + [_They fight; Tybalt falls._] + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Romeo, away, be gone! + +The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain. + +Stand not amaz’d. 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? + + + + [_Exit Romeo._] + + + + Enter Citizens. + + + +FIRST CITIZEN. + +Which way ran he that kill’d Mercutio? + +Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? + + + +BENVOLIO. + +There lies that Tybalt. + + + +FIRST CITIZEN. + +Up, sir, go with me. + +I charge thee in the Prince’s name obey. + + + + Enter Prince, attended; Montague, Capulet, their Wives and others. + + + +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. + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother’s child! + +O Prince! O husband! O, the blood is spill’d + +Of my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true, + +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 urg’d withal + +Your high displeasure. All this uttered + +With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow’d + +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 entertain’d 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. + + + +PRINCE. + +Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio. + +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. + + + +PRINCE. + +And for that offence + +Immediately we do exile him hence. + +I have an interest in your hate’s 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. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE II. A Room in Capulet’s House. + + + + Enter Juliet. + + + +JULIET. + +Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, + +Towards Phoebus’ lodging. Such a waggoner + +As Phaeton would whip you to the west + +And bring in cloudy night immediately. + +Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, + +That runaway’s eyes may wink, and Romeo + +Leap to these arms, untalk’d of and unseen. + +Lovers can see to do their amorous rites + +By their own beauties: or, if love be blind, + +It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, + +Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, + +And learn me how to lose a winning match, + +Play’d for a pair of stainless maidenhoods. + +Hood my unmann’d 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-brow’d 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 possess’d it; and though I am sold, + +Not yet enjoy’d. 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. + + + + Enter Nurse, with cords. + + + +Now, Nurse, what news? What hast thou there? + +The cords that Romeo bid thee fetch? + + + +NURSE. + +Ay, ay, the cords. + + + + [_Throws them down._] + + + +JULIET. + +Ay me, what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands? + + + +NURSE. + +Ah, well-a-day, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead! + +We are undone, lady, we are undone. + +Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s kill’d, he’s dead. + + + +JULIET. + +Can heaven be so envious? + + + +NURSE. + +Romeo can, + +Though heaven cannot. O Romeo, Romeo. + +Who ever would have thought it? Romeo! + + + +JULIET. + +What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus? + +This torture should be roar’d 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 make thee answer Ay. + +If he be slain, say Ay; or if not, No. + +Brief sounds determine of 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 bedaub’d in blood, + +All in gore-blood. I swounded 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. + + + +NURSE. + +O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had. + +O courteous Tybalt, honest gentleman! + +That ever I should live to see thee dead. + + + +JULIET. + +What storm is this that blows so contrary? + +Is Romeo slaughter’d 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 banished, + +Romeo that kill’d him, he is banished. + + + +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 flowering face! + +Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? + +Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical, + +Dove-feather’d raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! + +Despised substance of divinest show! + +Just opposite to what thou justly seem’st, + +A damned saint, an honourable 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 perjur’d, + +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. + +Blister’d be thy tongue + +For such a wish! He was not born to shame. + +Upon his brow shame is asham’d to sit; + +For ’tis a throne where honour may be crown’d + +Sole monarch of the universal earth. + +O, what a beast was I to chide at him! + + + +NURSE. + +Will you speak well of him that kill’d 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 kill’d 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 murder’d me. I would forget it fain, + +But O, it presses to my memory + +Like damned guilty deeds to sinners’ minds. + +Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished. + +That ‘banished,’ that one word ‘banished,’ + +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 rank’d with other griefs, + +Why follow’d not, when she said Tybalt’s dead, + +Thy father or thy mother, nay or both, + +Which modern lamentation might have mov’d? + +But with a rear-ward following Tybalt’s death, + +‘Romeo is banished’—to speak that word + +Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, + +All slain, all dead. Romeo is banished, + +There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, + +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. + + + +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 beguil’d, + +Both you and I; for Romeo is exil’d. + +He made you for a highway to my bed, + +But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. + +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 ye, 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. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE III. Friar Lawrence’s cell. + + + + Enter Friar Lawrence. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man. + +Affliction is enanmour’d of thy parts + +And thou art wedded to calamity. + + + + Enter Romeo. + + + +ROMEO. + +Father, what news? What is the Prince’s doom? + +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. + + + +ROMEO. + +What less than doomsday is the Prince’s doom? + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +A gentler judgment vanish’d from his lips, + +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. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +Hence from Verona art thou banished. + +Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. + + + +ROMEO. + +There is no world without Verona walls, + +But purgatory, torture, hell itself. + +Hence banished is banish’d from the world, + +And world’s exile is death. Then banished + +Is death misterm’d. Calling death banished, + +Thou cutt’st my head off with a golden axe, + +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 brush’d aside the law, + +And turn’d that black word death to banishment. + +This is dear mercy, and thou see’st it not. + + + +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 honourable 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 banished. + +This may flies do, when I from this must fly. + +They are free men but I am banished. + +And say’st thou yet that exile is not death? + +Hadst thou no poison mix’d, no sharp-ground knife, + +No sudden mean of death, though ne’er so mean, + +But banished to kill me? Banished? + +O Friar, the damned 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 profess’d, + +To mangle me with that word banished? + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +Thou fond mad man, hear me speak a little, + + + +ROMEO. + +O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +I’ll give thee armour to keep off that word, + +Adversity’s sweet milk, philosophy, + +To comfort thee, though thou art banished. + + + +ROMEO. + +Yet banished? Hang up philosophy. + +Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, + +Displant a town, reverse a Prince’s doom, + +It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +O, then I see that mad men 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 murdered, + +Doting like me, and like me banished, + +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. + + + + [_Knocking within._] + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +Arise; one knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyself. + + + +ROMEO. + +Not I, unless the breath of heartsick groans + +Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes. + + + + [_Knocking._] + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +Hark, how they knock!—Who’s there?—Romeo, arise, + +Thou wilt be taken.—Stay awhile.—Stand up. + + + + [_Knocking._] + + + +Run to my study.—By-and-by.—God’s will, + +What simpleness is this.—I come, I come. + + + + [_Knocking._] + + + +Who knocks so hard? Whence come you, what’s your will? + + + +NURSE. + +[_Within._] Let me come in, and you shall know my errand. + +I come from Lady Juliet. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +Welcome then. + + + + Enter Nurse. + + + +NURSE. + +O holy Friar, O, tell me, holy Friar, + +Where is my lady’s lord, where’s Romeo? + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. + + + +NURSE. + +O, he is even in my mistress’ case. + +Just in her case! O woeful sympathy! + +Piteous predicament. Even so lies she, + +Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering. + +Stand up, stand up; stand, and 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. + +Spakest thou of Juliet? How is it with her? + +Doth not she think me an old murderer, + +Now I have stain’d the childhood of our joy + +With blood remov’d but little from her own? + +Where is she? And how doth she? And what says + +My conceal’d lady to our cancell’d 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. + + + +ROMEO. + +As if that name, + +Shot from the deadly level of a gun, + +Did murder her, as that name’s cursed hand + +Murder’d 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. + + + + [_Drawing his sword._] + + + +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 amaz’d me. By my holy order, + +I thought thy disposition better temper’d. + +Hast thou slain Tybalt? Wilt thou slay thyself? + +And slay thy lady, that in thy life lives, + +By doing damned hate upon thyself? + +Why rail’st 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 sham’st 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 valour of a man; + +Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury, + +Killing that love which thou hast vow’d 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 dismember’d with thine own defence. + +What, rouse thee, man. Thy Juliet is alive, + +For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead. + +There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee, + +But thou slew’st Tybalt; there art thou happy. + +The law that threaten’d 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 misshaped and sullen wench, + +Thou putt’st up 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 stay’d here all the night + +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. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +ROMEO. + +How well my comfort is reviv’d by this. + + + +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 disguis’d 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. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE IV. A Room in Capulet’s House. + + + + Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet and Paris. + + + +CAPULET. + +Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily + +That we have had no time to move our daughter. + +Look you, she lov’d 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 tune to woo. + +Madam, good night. Commend me to your daughter. + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +I will, and know her mind early tomorrow; + +Tonight she’s mew’d up to her heaviness. + + + +CAPULET. + +Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender + +Of my child’s love. I think she will be rul’d + +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, + +A Thursday let it be; a 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. A Thursday be it then. + +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 very late that we + +May call it early by and by. Good night. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE V. An open Gallery to Juliet’s Chamber, overlooking the Garden. + + + + Enter Romeo and Juliet. + + + +JULIET. + +Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. + +It was the nightingale, and not the lark, + +That pierc’d the fearful hollow of thine ear; + +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. + + + +JULIET. + +Yond light is not daylight, I know it, I. + +It is some meteor that the sun exhales + +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 grey 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, be gone, 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 loathed toad change eyes. + +O, now I would they had chang’d voices too, + +Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, + +Hunting thee hence with hunt’s-up to the day. + +O now be gone, more light and light it grows. + + + +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. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +JULIET. + +Then, window, let day in, and let life out. + + + +ROMEO. + +Farewell, farewell, one kiss, and I’ll descend. + + + + [_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. + + + +ROMEO. + +Farewell! + +I will omit no opportunity + +That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. + + + +JULIET. + +O thinkest thou we shall ever meet again? + + + +ROMEO. + +I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve + +For sweet discourses in our time 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 look’st pale. + + + +ROMEO. + +And trust me, love, in my eye so do you. + +Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu. + + + + [_Exit below._] + + + +JULIET. + +O Fortune, Fortune! All men call thee fickle, + +If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him + +That is renown’d for faith? Be fickle, Fortune; + +For then, I hope thou wilt not keep him long + +But send him back. + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +[_Within._] Ho, daughter, are you up? + + + +JULIET. + +Who is’t that calls? Is it my lady mother? + +Is she not down so late, or up so early? + +What unaccustom’d cause procures her hither? + + + + Enter Lady Capulet. + + + +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? + +And 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. + + + +JULIET. + +Feeling so the loss, + +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 slaughter’d him. + + + +JULIET. + +What villain, madam? + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +That same villain Romeo. + + + +JULIET. + +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. + + + +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. + + + +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 banish’d runagate doth live, + +Shall give him such an unaccustom’d 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 vex’d. + +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 nam’d, and cannot come to him, + +To wreak the love I bore my cousin + +Upon his body that hath slaughter’d him. + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +Find thou the means, and I’ll find such a man. + +But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. + + + +JULIET. + +And joy comes well in such a needy time. + +What are they, I beseech your ladyship? + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child; + +One who to put thee from thy heaviness, + +Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy, + +That thou expects not, nor I look’d 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. + + + +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. + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +Here comes your father, tell him so yourself, + +And see how he will take it at your hands. + + + + Enter Capulet and Nurse. + + + +CAPULET. + +When the sun sets, the air 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 showering? 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 + +Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife? + +Have you deliver’d 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. + + + +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 blest, + +Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought + +So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? + + + +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. + + + +CAPULET. + +How now, how now, chopp’d 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! + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +Fie, fie! What, are you mad? + + + +JULIET. + +Good father, I beseech you on my knees, + +Hear me with patience but to speak a word. + + + +CAPULET. + +Hang thee young baggage, disobedient wretch! + +I tell thee what,—get thee to church a 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 blest + +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. + + + +CAPULET. + +And why, my lady wisdom? Hold your tongue, + +Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. + + + +NURSE. + +I speak no treason. + + + +CAPULET. + +O God ye good-en! + + + +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. + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +You are too hot. + + + +CAPULET. + +God’s bread, it makes me mad! + +Day, night, hour, ride, time, work, play, + +Alone, in company, still my care hath been + +To have her match’d, and having now provided + +A gentleman of noble parentage, + +Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly allied, + +Stuff’d, as they say, with honourable parts, + +Proportion’d 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, and 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. + +And you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend; + +And 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. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +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. + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +Talk not to me, for I’ll not speak a word. + +Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +JULIET. + +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 practise stratagems + +Upon so soft a subject as myself. + +What say’st 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, + +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. + +Speakest thou from thy heart? + + + +NURSE. + +And from my soul too, + +Or else beshrew them both. + + + +JULIET. + +Amen. + + + +NURSE. + +What? + + + +JULIET. + +Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. + +Go in, and tell my lady I am gone, + +Having displeas’d my father, to Lawrence’ cell, + +To make confession and to be absolv’d. + + + +NURSE. + +Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +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 prais’d him with above compare + +So many thousand times? Go, counsellor. + +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. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + + + + + + + +ACT IV + + + +SCENE I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. + + + + + + Enter Friar Lawrence and 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. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +You say you do not know the lady’s mind. + +Uneven is the course; I like it not. + + + +PARIS. + +Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death, + +And therefore have I little talk’d 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 slow’d.— + +Look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell. + + + + Enter Juliet. + + + +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 ye, 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. + + + +PARIS. + +Poor soul, thy face is much abus’d with tears. + + + +JULIET. + +The tears have got small victory by that; + +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. + + + +PARIS. + +Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander’d it. + + + +JULIET. + +It may be so, for it is not mine own. + +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. + + + +PARIS. + +God shield I should disturb devotion!— + +Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye, + +Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +JULIET. + +O shut the door, and when thou hast done so, + +Come weep with me, past hope, past cure, 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. + + + +JULIET. + +Tell me not, Friar, that thou hear’st 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 join’d my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands; + +And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo’s seal’d, + +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-experienc’d time, + +Give me some present counsel, or behold + +’Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife + +Shall play the empire, arbitrating that + +Which the commission of thy years and art + +Could to no issue of true honour bring. + +Be not so long to speak. I long to die, + +If what thou speak’st speak not of remedy. + + + +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 dar’st, I’ll give thee remedy. + + + +JULIET. + +O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, + +From off the battlements of yonder 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’er-cover’d 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 unstain’d 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 thy Nurse lie with thee in thy chamber. + +Take thou this vial, being then in bed, + +And this distilled liquor drink thou off, + +When presently through all thy veins shall run + +A cold and drowsy humour; for no pulse + +Shall keep his native progress, but surcease. + +No warmth, no breath shall testify thou livest, + +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 depriv’d of supple government, + +Shall stiff and stark and cold appear like death. + +And in this borrow’d 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, uncover’d, 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 valour in the acting it. + + + +JULIET. + +Give me, give me! O tell not me of fear! + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +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. + + + +JULIET. + +Love give me strength, and strength shall help afford. + +Farewell, dear father. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE II. Hall in Capulet’s House. + + + + Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse and Servants. + + + +CAPULET. + +So many guests invite as here are writ. + + + + [_Exit first Servant._] + + + +Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. + + + +SECOND SERVANT. + +You shall have none ill, sir; for I’ll try if they can lick their + +fingers. + + + +CAPULET. + +How canst thou try them so? + + + +SECOND SERVANT. + +Marry, sir, ’tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers; + +therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me. + + + +CAPULET. + +Go, begone. + + + + [_Exit second Servant._] + + + +We shall be much unfurnish’d 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-will’d 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? + + + +JULIET. + +Where I have learnt me to repent the sin + +Of disobedient opposition + +To you and your behests; and am enjoin’d + +By holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here, + +To beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you. + +Henceforward I am ever rul’d by you. + + + +CAPULET. + +Send for the County, go tell him of this. + +I’ll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning. + + + +JULIET. + +I met the youthful lord at Lawrence’ cell, + +And gave him what becomed 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. + +Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, + +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. + + + + [_Exeunt Juliet and Nurse._] + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +We shall be short in our provision, + +’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 him up + +Against tomorrow. My heart is wondrous light + +Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim’d. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE III. Juliet’s Chamber. + + + + 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 know’st, 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 cull’d such necessaries + +As are behoveful 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. + + + + [_Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse._] + + + +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. + + + + [_Laying down her dagger._] + + + +What if it be a poison, which the Friar + +Subtly hath minister’d to have me dead, + +Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour’d, + +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 pack’d, + +Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, + +Lies festering 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, + +Environed 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 desperate 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. + + + + [_Throws herself on the bed._] + + + +SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet’s House. + + + + 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 Capulet. + + + +CAPULET. + +Come, stir, stir, stir! The second cock hath crow’d, + +The curfew bell hath rung, ’tis three o’clock. + +Look to the bak’d 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. + + + +CAPULET. + +No, not a whit. What! I have watch’d ere now + +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. + + + + [_Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse._] + + + +CAPULET. + +A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood! + + + + Enter Servants, with spits, logs and baskets. + + + +Now, fellow, what’s there? + + + +FIRST SERVANT. + +Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what. + + + +CAPULET. + +Make haste, make haste. + + + + [_Exit First Servant._] + + + +—Sirrah, fetch drier logs. + +Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. + + + +SECOND SERVANT. + +I have a head, sir, that will find out logs + +And never trouble Peter for the matter. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +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. + + + + [_Play music._] + + + +Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, Nurse, I say! + + + + Re-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. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE V. Juliet’s Chamber; Juliet on the bed. + + + + Enter Nurse. + + + +NURSE. + +Mistress! What, mistress! Juliet! Fast, I warrant her, she. + +Why, lamb, why, lady, fie, you slug-abed! + +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, + +He’ll fright you up, i’faith. Will it not be? + +What, dress’d, and in your clothes, and down again? + +I must needs wake you. Lady! Lady! Lady! + +Alas, alas! Help, help! My lady’s dead! + +O, well-a-day 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. + + + + Enter Capulet. + + + +CAPULET. + +For shame, bring Juliet forth, her lord is come. + + + +NURSE. + +She’s dead, deceas’d, 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. + + + +NURSE. + +O lamentable day! + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +O woful time! + + + +CAPULET. + +Death, that hath ta’en her hence to make me wail, + +Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak. + + + + Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris with 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 bride. There she lies, + +Flower as she was, deflowered 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? + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful day. + +Most miserable hour that e’er time saw + +In lasting labour of his pilgrimage. + +But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, + +But one thing to rejoice and solace in, + +And cruel death hath catch’d 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. + + + +PARIS. + +Beguil’d, divorced, wronged, spited, slain. + +Most detestable death, by thee beguil’d, + +By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown. + +O love! O life! Not life, but love in death! + + + +CAPULET. + +Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr’d, kill’d. + +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 buried. + + + +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 advanc’d, + +And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc’d + +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 ordained 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; + +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 lower upon you for some ill; + +Move them no more by crossing their high will. + + + + [_Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris and Friar._] + + + +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. + + + +FIRST MUSICIAN. + +Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. + + + + [_Exit Nurse._] + + + + Enter Peter. + + + +PETER. + +Musicians, O, musicians, ‘Heart’s ease,’ ‘Heart’s ease’, O, and 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. + + + +FIRST MUSICIAN. + +Not a dump we, ’tis no time to play 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. + + + +FIRST MUSICIAN. + +Then will I give you the serving-creature. + + + +PETER. + +Then will I lay the serving-creature’s dagger on your pate. I will + +carry no crotchets. I’ll re you, I’ll fa you. Do you note me? + + + +FIRST MUSICIAN. + +And you re us and fa us, you note us. + + + +SECOND MUSICIAN. + +Pray you put up your dagger, and 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. + + ‘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. + + + +PETER. + +Prates. What say you, Hugh Rebeck? + + + +SECOND MUSICIAN. + +I say ‘silver sound’ because musicians 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. + + ‘Then music with her silver sound + + With speedy help doth lend redress.’ + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +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. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + + + + + + + +ACT V + + + +SCENE I. Mantua. A Street. + + + + + + Enter Romeo. + + + +ROMEO. + +If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, + +My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. + +My bosom’s lord sits lightly in his throne; + +And all this day an unaccustom’d 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 breath’d such life with kisses in my lips, + +That I reviv’d, and was an emperor. + +Ah me, how sweet is love itself possess’d, + +When but love’s shadows are so rich in joy. + + + + Enter Balthasar. + + + +News from Verona! How now, Balthasar? + +Dost thou not bring me letters from the Friar? + +How doth my lady? Is my father well? + +How fares 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 Capel’s monument, + +And her immortal part with angels lives. + +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 even so? Then I defy you, stars! + +Thou know’st 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. + + + +ROMEO. + +Tush, thou art deceiv’d. + +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. + + + + [_Exit Balthasar._] + + + +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 tatter’d weeds, with overwhelming brows, + +Culling of simples, meagre were his looks, + +Sharp misery had worn him to the bones; + +And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, + +An alligator stuff’d, 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 scatter’d, to make up a show. + +Noting this penury, to myself I said, + +And 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 discharg’d of breath + +As violently as hasty powder fir’d + +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. + + + +ROMEO. + +Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness, + +And fear’st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks, + +Need and oppression starveth in thine 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. + + + +APOTHECARY. + +Put this in any liquid thing you will + +And drink it off; and, if you had the strength + +Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight. + + + +ROMEO. + +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. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE II. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. + + + + 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. + + + +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, + +Seal’d up the doors, and would not let us forth, + +So that my speed to Mantua there was stay’d. + + + +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. + + + +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. + + + +FRIAR JOHN. + +Brother, I’ll go and bring it thee. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +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, clos’d in a dead man’s tomb. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +SCENE III. A churchyard; in it a Monument belonging to the Capulets. + + + + Enter Paris, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch. + + + +PARIS. + +Give me thy torch, boy. Hence and stand aloof. + +Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. + +Under yond yew tree 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, + +But thou shalt hear it. Whistle then to me, + +As signal that thou hear’st 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. + + + + [_Retires._] + + + +PARIS. + +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 distill’d by moans. + +The obsequies that I for thee will keep, + +Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. + + + + [_The Page whistles._] + + + +The boy gives warning something doth approach. + +What cursed foot wanders this way tonight, + +To cross my obsequies and true love’s rite? + +What, with a torch! Muffle me, night, awhile. + + + + [_Retires._] + + + + Enter Romeo and Balthasar with a torch, mattock, &c. + + + +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 hear’st 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, be gone. + +But if thou jealous dost return to pry + +In what I further shall intend to do, + +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. + + + +BALTHASAR. + +For all this same, I’ll hide me hereabout. + +His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. + + + + [_Retires_] + + + +ROMEO. + +Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, + +Gorg’d with the dearest morsel of the earth, + +Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, + + + + [_Breaking open the door of the monument._] + + + +And in despite, I’ll cram thee with more food. + + + +PARIS. + +This is that banish’d haughty Montague + +That murder’d my love’s cousin,—with which grief, + +It is supposed, the fair creature died,— + +And here is come to do some villainous shame + +To the dead bodies. I will apprehend him. + + + + [_Advances._] + + + +Stop thy unhallow’d toil, vile Montague. + +Can vengeance be pursu’d further than death? + +Condemned 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 desperate man. + +Fly hence and leave me. Think upon these gone; + +Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth, + +Put not another sin upon my head + +By urging me to fury. O be gone. + +By heaven I love thee better than myself; + +For I come hither arm’d against myself. + +Stay not, be gone, live, and hereafter say, + +A madman’s mercy bid thee run away. + + + +PARIS. + +I do defy thy conjuration, + +And apprehend thee for a felon here. + + + +ROMEO. + +Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy! + + + + [_They fight._] + + + +PAGE. + +O lord, they fight! I will go call the watch. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +PARIS. + +O, I am slain! [_Falls._] If thou be merciful, + +Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. + + + + [_Dies._] + + + +ROMEO. + +In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face. + +Mercutio’s kinsman, noble County Paris! + +What said my man, when my betossed 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, slaught’red 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 interr’d. + + + + [_Laying Paris in the monument._] + + + +How oft when men are at the point of death + +Have they been merry! Which their keepers call + +A lightning before death. O, how may I + +Call this a lightning? O my love, my wife, + +Death that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath, + +Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. + +Thou art not conquer’d. Beauty’s ensign yet + +Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, + +And death’s pale flag is not advanced there. + +Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? + +O, what more favour 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 abhorred 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, unsavoury guide. + +Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on + +The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark. + +Here’s to my love! [_Drinks._] O true apothecary! + +Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. + + + + [_Dies._] + + + + Enter, at the other end of the Churchyard, Friar Lawrence, with a + + lantern, crow, and spade. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +Saint Francis be my speed. How oft tonight + +Have my old feet stumbled at graves? Who’s there? + +Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead? + + + +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. + + + +BALTHASAR. + +It doth so, holy sir, and there’s my master, + +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. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +Stay then, I’ll go alone. Fear comes upon me. + +O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing. + + + +BALTHASAR. + +As I did sleep under this yew tree here, + +I dreamt my master and another fought, + +And that my master slew him. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +Romeo! [_Advances._] + +Alack, alack, what blood is this which stains + +The stony entrance of this sepulchre? + +What mean these masterless and gory swords + +To lie discolour’d by this place of peace? + + + + [_Enters the monument._] + + + +Romeo! O, pale! Who else? What, Paris too? + +And steep’d in blood? Ah what an unkind hour + +Is guilty of this lamentable chance? + +The lady stirs. + + + + [_Juliet wakes and 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? + + + + [_Noise within._] + + + +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. + + + +JULIET. + +Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. + + + + [_Exit Friar Lawrence._] + + + +What’s here? A cup clos’d in my true love’s hand? + +Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end. + +O churl. Drink 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. + + + + [_Kisses him._] + + + +Thy lips are warm! + + + +FIRST WATCH. + +[_Within._] Lead, boy. Which way? + + + +JULIET. + +Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger. + + + + [_Snatching Romeo’s dagger._] + + + +This is thy sheath. [_stabs herself_] There rest, and let me die. + + + + [_Falls on Romeo’s body and dies._] + + + + Enter Watch with the Page of Paris. + + + +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. + + + + [_Exeunt some of the Watch._] + + + +Pitiful sight! Here lies the County slain, + +And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead, + +Who here hath lain this two days buried. + +Go tell the Prince; run to the Capulets. + +Raise up the Montagues, some others search. + + + + [_Exeunt others of the Watch._] + + + +We see the ground whereon these woes do lie, + +But the true ground of all these piteous woes + +We cannot without circumstance descry. + + + + Re-enter some of the Watch with Balthasar. + + + +SECOND WATCH. + +Here’s Romeo’s man. We found him in the churchyard. + + + +FIRST WATCH. + +Hold him in safety till the Prince come hither. + + + + Re-enter others of the Watch with Friar Lawrence. + + + +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 side. + + + +FIRST WATCH. + +A great suspicion. Stay the Friar too. + + + + Enter the Prince and Attendants. + + + +PRINCE. + +What misadventure is so early up, + +That calls our person from our morning’s rest? + + + + Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet and others. + + + +CAPULET. + +What should it be that they so shriek 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. + + + +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 kill’d. + + + +PRINCE. + +Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. + + + +FIRST WATCH. + +Here is a Friar, and slaughter’d Romeo’s man, + +With instruments upon them fit to open + +These dead men’s tombs. + + + +CAPULET. + +O heaven! 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-sheathed in my daughter’s bosom. + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +O me! This sight of death is as a bell + +That warns my old age to a sepulchre. + + + + Enter Montague and others. + + + +PRINCE. + +Come, Montague, for thou art early up, + +To see thy son and heir more early down. + + + +MONTAGUE. + +Alas, my liege, my wife is dead tonight. + +Grief of my son’s exile hath stopp’d her breath. + +What further woe conspires against mine age? + + + +PRINCE. + +Look, and thou shalt see. + + + +MONTAGUE. + +O thou untaught! What manners is in this, + +To press before thy father to a grave? + + + +PRINCE. + +Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, + +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 condemned and myself excus’d. + + + +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 + +Banish’d the new-made bridegroom from this city; + +For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin’d. + +You, to remove that siege of grief from her, + +Betroth’d, and would have married her perforce + +To County Paris. Then comes she to me, + +And with wild looks, bid me devise some means + +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 borrow’d grave, + +Being the time the potion’s force should cease. + +But he which bore my letter, Friar John, + +Was stay’d by accident; and yesternight + +Return’d my letter back. Then all alone + +At the prefixed 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 awaking, 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 ought in this + +Miscarried by my fault, let my old life + +Be sacrific’d, some hour before his time, + +Unto the rigour of severest law. + + + +PRINCE. + +We still have known thee for a holy man. + +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. + +This letter he early bid me give his father, + +And threaten’d 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 rais’d 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. + + + +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 punish’d. + + + +CAPULET. + +O brother Montague, give me thy hand. + +This is my daughter’s jointure, for no more + +Can I demand. + + + +MONTAGUE. + +But I can give thee more, + +For I will raise 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. + + + +CAPULET. + +As rich shall Romeo’s by his lady’s lie, + +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 pardon’d, and some punished, + +For never was a story of more woe + +Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/development/Dictionary.txt b/development/Dictionary.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..062a2f4 --- /dev/null +++ b/development/Dictionary.txt @@ -0,0 +1,235 @@ +ABHOR - disdain + +ABSOLUTE - perfect + +ADDICTION - proneness + +BALK - dispute + +BRAVE - Handsome + +CHARACTER - Letter + +COIL - Distress + +COUCH - sleep + +CUNNING - Clever + +DELATION - Accusation + +DESERVING - Merit + +DRAW - near + +EGAL - Equal + +EMBOSS - kill + +EXPEDIENCE - Quickness + +FANCY - desire + +FEAR - frighten + +FRONT - object + +GAST - Scared + +GRAVE - bury + +HEAVY - Sad + +HONEST - Pure + +INHERIT - Given + +JUDICIOUS - Fair + +KNAP - strike + +KNAVE - servant + +LAND - Yard + +LAPSED - Shocked + +MAD - Crazy + +MATE - confuse + +NOTE - list + +O'ER WROUGHT - Overcome + +OUGHT - promised + +PAINFUL - Difficult + +PALL - wrapup + +PARTICOAT - colorful + +PERPEND - consider + +QUAINT - Beautiful + +QUAKE - tremble + +QUICKEN - lifen + +RAPTURE - ecstasy + +RAVIN - destroy + +RESPECT - Forethought + +RETIRE - retreat + +SHRIFT - admit + +SIMULAR - Counterfeit + +STILL - Always + +SUBSCRIPTION - Acquiescence + +TAKE - enthrall + +TAX - Blame + +TESTY - Worrisome + +TRIGON - triangle + +UNDERGO - take on + +UNPREGNANT - Idiotic + +VILE - Disgusting + +VINDICTIVE - Vengeful + +WALL-EYED - angry + +WANT - lack + +WHEREFORE - Why + +YARE - Prepared + +YOUNG - Recent + +ZANY - Idiotic + +thou-you + +art-are + +thy-your + +thee-you + +thine-yours + +ye-you + +hast-have + +hath-has + +dost-do + +doth-does + +wilt-will + +wouldst-would + +shouldst-should + +couldst-could + +shalt-shall + +mayst-may + +mightst-might + +canst-can + +wast-were + +wert-were + +whence-from where + +hence-from here + +thither-to there + +hither-to here + +ere-before + +nay-no + +aye-yes + +oft-often + +naught-nothing + +o’er-over + +e’en-even + +’tis-it is + +’twas-it was + +thou’rt-you are + +hark-listen + +prithee-please + +anon-soon + +fie-shame + +marry-indeed + +betwixt-between + +oftentimes-often + +forsooth-truly + +methinks-I think + +methought-I thought + +yonder-over there + +whither-where (to) + +goest-go + +comest-come + +sayest-say + +speakest-speak + +lovest-love + +thinkest-think + +knowest-know + +seest-see + +call’st-call + +mak’st-make diff --git a/development/cleaned_text.txt b/development/cleaned_text.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a2b3a84 --- /dev/null +++ b/development/cleaned_text.txt @@ -0,0 +1,10547 @@ + + + + + + + + + +THE TRAGEDY OF ROMEO AND JULIET + + + +by William Shakespeare + + + + + + + + + +Contents + + + +THE PROLOGUE. + + + +ACT I + +Scene I. A public place. + +Scene II. A Street. + +Scene III. Room in Capulet’s House. + +Scene IV. A Street. + +Scene V. A Hall in Capulet’s House. + + + +ACT II + +CHORUS. + +Scene I. An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden. + +Scene II. Capulet’s Garden. + +Scene III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. + +Scene IV. A Street. + +Scene V. Capulet’s Garden. + +Scene VI. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. + + + +ACT III + +Scene I. A public Place. + +Scene II. A Room in Capulet’s House. + +Scene III. Friar Lawrence’s cell. + +Scene IV. A Room in Capulet’s House. + +Scene V. An open Gallery to Juliet’s Chamber, overlooking the Garden. + + + +ACT IV + +Scene I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. + +Scene II. Hall in Capulet’s House. + +Scene III. Juliet’s Chamber. + +Scene IV. Hall in Capulet’s House. + +Scene V. Juliet’s Chamber; Juliet on the bed. + + + +ACT V + +Scene I. Mantua. A Street. + +Scene II. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. + +Scene III. A churchyard; in it a Monument belonging to the Capulets. + + + + + + + + + + Dramatis Personæ + + + +ESCALUS, Prince of Verona. + +MERCUTIO, kinsman to the Prince, and friend to Romeo. + +PARIS, a young Nobleman, kinsman to the Prince. + +Page to Paris. + + + +MONTAGUE, head of a Veronese family at feud with the Capulets. + +LADY MONTAGUE, wife to Montague. + +ROMEO, son to Montague. + +BENVOLIO, nephew to Montague, and friend to Romeo. + +ABRAM, servant to Montague. + +BALTHASAR, servant to Romeo. + + + +CAPULET, head of a Veronese family at feud with the Montagues. + +LADY CAPULET, wife to Capulet. + +JULIET, daughter to Capulet. + +TYBALT, nephew to Lady Capulet. + +CAPULET’S COUSIN, an old man. + +NURSE to Juliet. + +PETER, servant to Juliet’s Nurse. + +SAMPSON, servant to Capulet. + +GREGORY, servant to Capulet. + +Servants. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE, a Franciscan. + +FRIAR JOHN, of the same Order. + +An Apothecary. + +CHORUS. + +Three Musicians. + +An Officer. + +Citizens of Verona; several Men and Women, relations to both houses; + +Maskers, Guards, Watchmen and Attendants. + + + +SCENE. During the greater part of the Play in Verona; once, in the + +Fifth Act, at Mantua. + + + + + + + + + +THE PROLOGUE + + + + + + Enter Chorus. + + + +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-cross’d lovers take their life; + +Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows + +Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife. + +The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love, + +And the continuance of their parents’ rage, + +Which, but their children’s end, nought 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. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + + + + + + + +ACT I + + + +SCENE I. A public place. + + + + + + Enter Sampson and Gregory armed with swords and bucklers. + + + +SAMPSON. + +Gregory, on my word, we’ll not carry coals. + + + +GREGORY. + +No, for then we should be colliers. + + + +SAMPSON. + +I mean, if we be in choler, we’ll draw. + + + +GREGORY. + +Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o’ the 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. + + + +SAMPSON. + +A dog of that house shall move me to stand. + +I 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. + + + +SAMPSON. + +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. + + + +GREGORY. + +The quarrel is between our masters and us 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. + + + +GREGORY. + +The heads of the maids? + + + +SAMPSON. + +Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; 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. + + + +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. + + + + Enter Abram and Balthasar. + + + +SAMPSON. + +My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back 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. + + + +GREGORY. + +I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list. + + + +SAMPSON. + +Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them, which is disgrace to + +them if they bear it. + + + +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. + +Is the law of our side if I say ay? + + + +GREGORY. + +No. + + + +SAMPSON. + +No sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, 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. + + + +ABRAM. + +No better. + + + +SAMPSON. + +Well, sir. + + + + Enter Benvolio. + + + +GREGORY. + +Say better; here comes one of my master’s kinsmen. + + + +SAMPSON. + +Yes, better, sir. + + + +ABRAM. + +You lie. + + + +SAMPSON. + +Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow. + + + + [_They fight._] + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Part, fools! put up your swords, you know not what you do. + + + + [_Beats down their swords._] + + + + Enter Tybalt. + + + +TYBALT. + +What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? + +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. + + + +TYBALT. + +What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word + +As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: + +Have at thee, coward. + + + + [_They fight._] + + + + Enter three or four Citizens with clubs. + + + +FIRST CITIZEN. + +Clubs, bills and partisans! Strike! Beat them down! + +Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues! + + + + Enter Capulet in his gown, and Lady Capulet. + + + +CAPULET. + +What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho! + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword? + + + +CAPULET. + +My sword, I say! Old Montague is come, + +And flourishes his blade in spite of me. + + + + Enter Montague and his Lady Montague. + + + +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 Attendants. + + + +PRINCE. + +Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, + +Profaners of this neighbour-stained 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 mistemper’d weapons to the ground + +And hear the sentence of your moved prince. + +Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, + +By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, + +Have thrice disturb’d 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, + +Canker’d with peace, to part your canker’d 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 judgement-place. + +Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. + + + + [_Exeunt Prince and Attendants; Capulet, Lady Capulet, Tybalt, + + Citizens and Servants._] + + + +MONTAGUE. + +Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? + +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 prepar’d, + +Which, as he breath’d defiance to my ears, + +He swung about his head, and cut the winds, + +Who nothing hurt withal, hiss’d 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. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Madam, an hour before the worshipp’d sun + +Peer’d forth the golden window of the east, + +A troubled mind drave 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, + +Pursu’d my humour, not pursuing his, + +And gladly shunn’d 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; + +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 humour 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 importun’d him by any means? + + + +MONTAGUE. + +Both by myself and many other friends; + +But he, his own affections’ counsellor, + +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 sun. + +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. + + + +MONTAGUE. + +I would thou wert so happy by thy stay + +To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let’s away, + + + + [_Exeunt Montague and Lady Montague._] + + + +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? + + + +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 favour where I am in love. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Alas that love so gentle in his view, + +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? + + + +BENVOLIO. + +No coz, I rather weep. + + + +ROMEO. + +Good heart, at what? + + + +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 prest + +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 purg’d, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes; + +Being vex’d, a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears: + +What is it else? A madness most discreet, + +A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. + +Farewell, my coz. + + + + [_Going._] + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Soft! I will go along: + +And 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. + + + +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. + +Bid a sick man in sadness make his will, + +A word ill urg’d to one that is so ill. + +In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +I aim’d so near when I suppos’d you lov’d. + + + +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 arm’d, + +From love’s weak childish bow she lives uncharm’d. + +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’s 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 starv’d 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 rul’d 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. + + + +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 pass’d that passing fair? + +Farewell, thou canst not teach me to forget. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +I’ll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE II. A Street. + + + + Enter Capulet, Paris and Servant. + + + +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. + + + +PARIS. + +Of honourable reckoning are you both, + +And pity ’tis you liv’d 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. + + + +PARIS. + +Younger than she are happy mothers made. + + + +CAPULET. + +And too soon marr’d are those so early made. + +The earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she, + +She is 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 agree, within her scope of choice + +Lies my consent and fair according voice. + +This night I hold an old accustom’d 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 apparell’d April on the heel + +Of limping winter treads, even such delight + +Among fresh female 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 reckoning none. + +Come, go with me. Go, sirrah, trudge about + +Through fair Verona; find those persons out + +Whose names are written there, [_gives a paper_] and to them say, + +My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. + + + + [_Exeunt Capulet and Paris._] + + + +SERVANT. + +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! + + + + Enter Benvolio and Romeo. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Tut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning, + +One pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish; + +Turn giddy, and be holp 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: + +Shut up in prison, kept without my food, + +Whipp’d and tormented and—God-den, good fellow. + + + +SERVANT. + +God gi’ go-den. I pray, sir, can you read? + + + +ROMEO. + +Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. + + + +SERVANT. + +Perhaps you have learned it without book. + +But I pray, can you read anything you see? + + + +ROMEO. + +Ay, If I know the letters and the language. + + + +SERVANT. + +Ye say honestly, rest you merry! + + + +ROMEO. + +Stay, fellow; I can read. + + + + [_He reads the letter._] + + + +_Signior Martino and his wife and daughters; + +County Anselmo and his beauteous sisters; + +The lady widow of Utruvio; + +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. [_Gives back the paper_] Whither should they come? + + + +SERVANT. + +Up. + + + +ROMEO. + +Whither to supper? + + + +SERVANT. + +To our house. + + + +ROMEO. + +Whose house? + + + +SERVANT. + +My master’s. + + + +ROMEO. + +Indeed I should have ask’d you that before. + + + +SERVANT. + +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. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +BENVOLIO. + +At this same ancient feast of Capulet’s + +Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov’st; + +With all the admired 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 drown’d, 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 pois’d with herself in either eye: + +But in that crystal scales let there be weigh’d + +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 shows best. + + + +ROMEO. + +I’ll go along, no such sight to be shown, + +But to rejoice in splendour of my own. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE III. Room in Capulet’s House. + + + + 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! + + + + Enter Juliet. + + + +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 remember’d 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 is not fourteen. How long is it now + +To Lammas-tide? + + + +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 wean’d,—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, + +To bid me trudge. + +And since that time it is eleven years; + +For then she could stand alone; 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! + +A 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 holidame, + +The pretty wretch left crying, and said ‘Ay’. + +To see now how a jest shall come about. + +I warrant, and 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 it brow + +A bump as big as a young cockerel’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 nurs’d: + +And I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish. + + + +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? + + + +JULIET. + +It is an honour that I dream not of. + + + +NURSE. + +An honour! Were not I thine only nurse, + +I would say thou hadst suck’d 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. + + + +NURSE. + +A man, young lady! Lady, such a man + +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 obscur’d 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 + +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. + + + + Enter a Servant. + + + +SERVANT. + +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. + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +We follow thee. + + + + [_Exit Servant._] + + + +Juliet, the County stays. + + + +NURSE. + +Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE IV. A Street. + + + + Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six Maskers; + + Torch-bearers and others. + + + +ROMEO. + +What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? + +Or shall we on without apology? + + + +BENVOLIO. + +The date is out of such prolixity: + +We’ll have no Cupid hoodwink’d with a scarf, + +Bearing a Tartar’s painted bow of lath, + +Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper; + +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. + + + +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. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +You are a lover, borrow Cupid’s wings, + +And soar with them above a common bound. + + + +ROMEO. + +I am too sore enpierced 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. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +And, to sink in it, should you burden love; + +Too great oppression for a tender thing. + + + +ROMEO. + +Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, + +Too rude, too boisterous; 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: [_Putting on a mask._] + +A visor for a visor. What care I + +What curious eye doth quote deformities? + +Here are the beetle-brows shall blush for me. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in + +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 proverb’d 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. + + + +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. + + + +ROMEO. + +And we mean well in going to this mask; + +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. + +She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes + +In shape no bigger than an agate-stone + +On the fore-finger of an alderman, + +Drawn with a team of little atomies + +Over men’s noses as they lie asleep: + +Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners’ legs; + +The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers; + +Her traces, of the smallest spider’s web; + +The collars, of the moonshine’s watery beams; + +Her whip of cricket’s bone; the lash, of film; + +Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat, + +Not half so big as a round little worm + +Prick’d 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; + +O’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on curtsies 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 a lies asleep, + +Then dreams he of another benefice: + +Sometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck, + +And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, + +Of breaches, ambuscados, 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; + +And bakes the elf-locks 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. + + + +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 anger’d, 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. + + + +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 despised life, clos’d in my breast + +By some vile forfeit of untimely death. + +But he that hath the steerage of my course + +Direct my suit. On, lusty gentlemen! + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Strike, drum. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE V. A Hall in Capulet’s House. + + + + Musicians waiting. Enter Servants. + + + +FIRST SERVANT. + +Where’s Potpan, that he helps not to take away? + +He shift a trencher! He scrape a trencher! + + + +SECOND SERVANT. + +When good manners shall lie all in one or two men’s hands, and they + +unwash’d too, ’tis a foul thing. + + + +FIRST SERVANT. + +Away with the join-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. Antony and Potpan! + + + +SECOND SERVANT. + +Ay, boy, ready. + + + +FIRST SERVANT. + +You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the + +great chamber. + + + +SECOND SERVANT. + +We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys. Be brisk awhile, and + +the longer liver take all. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + + Enter Capulet, &c. with the Guests and Gentlewomen to the Maskers. + + + +CAPULET. + +Welcome, gentlemen, ladies that have their toes + +Unplagu’d with corns will have 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 ye 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, + +You are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians, play. + +A hall, a hall, give room! And foot it, girls. + + + + [_Music plays, and they dance._] + + + +More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up, + +And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot. + +Ah sirrah, this unlook’d-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 mask’d. + + + +CAPULET’S COUSIN. + +’Tis more, ’tis more, his son is elder, sir; + +His son is thirty. + + + +CAPULET. + +Will you tell me that? + +His son was but a ward two years ago. + + + +ROMEO. + +What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand + +Of yonder knight? + + + +SERVANT. + +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 blessed my rude hand. + +Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! + +For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night. + + + +TYBALT. + +This by his voice, should be a Montague. + +Fetch me my rapier, boy. What, dares the slave + +Come hither, cover’d with an antic face, + +To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? + +Now by the stock and honour 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. + + + +CAPULET. + +Young Romeo, is it? + + + +TYBALT. + +’Tis he, that villain Romeo. + + + +CAPULET. + +Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, + +A bears him like a portly gentleman; + +And, to say truth, Verona brags of him + +To be a virtuous and well-govern’d youth. + +I would not for the wealth of all the 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. + + + +CAPULET. + +He shall be endur’d. + +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, + +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. + + + +TYBALT. + +Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting + +Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. + +I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall, + +Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +ROMEO. + +[_To Juliet._] 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. + + + +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. + + + +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. + + + +JULIET. + +Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake. + + + +ROMEO. + +Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take. + +Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg’d. + +[_Kissing her._] + + + +JULIET. + +Then have my lips the sin that they have took. + + + +ROMEO. + +Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg’d! + +Give me my sin again. + + + +JULIET. + +You kiss by the book. + + + +NURSE. + +Madam, your mother craves a word with you. + + + +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 nurs’d her daughter that you talk’d withal. + +I tell you, he that can lay hold of her + +Shall have the chinks. + + + +ROMEO. + +Is she a Capulet? + +O dear account! My life is my foe’s debt. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Away, be gone; 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. + + + + [_Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse._] + + + +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. If he be married, + +My grave is like to be my wedding bed. + + + +NURSE. + +His name is Romeo, and a Montague, + +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 loathed enemy. + + + +NURSE. + +What’s this? What’s this? + + + +JULIET. + +A rhyme I learn’d even now + +Of one I danc’d withal. + + + + [_One calls within, ‘Juliet’._] + + + +NURSE. + +Anon, anon! + +Come let’s away, the strangers all are gone. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + + + + + + + +ACT II + + + + + + Enter Chorus. + + + +CHORUS. + +Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie, + +And young affection gapes to be his heir; + +That fair for which love groan’d for and would die, + +With tender Juliet match’d, is now not fair. + +Now Romeo is belov’d, and loves again, + +Alike bewitched by the charm of looks; + +But to his foe suppos’d 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 beloved anywhere. + +But passion lends them power, time means, to meet, + +Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +SCENE I. An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden. + + + + Enter Romeo. + + + +ROMEO. + +Can I go forward when my heart is here? + +Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. + + + + [_He climbs the wall and leaps down within it._] + + + + Enter Benvolio and Mercutio. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Romeo! My cousin Romeo! Romeo! + + + +MERCUTIO. + +He is wise, + +And on my life hath stol’n him home to bed. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +He ran this way, and leap’d this orchard wall: + +Call, good Mercutio. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +Nay, I’ll conjure too. + +Romeo! Humours! Madman! Passion! Lover! + +Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh, + +Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; + +Cry but ‘Ah 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 lov’d 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 conjur’d it down; + +That were some spite. My invocation + +Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress’ name, + +I conjure only but to raise up him. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Come, he hath hid himself among these trees + +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 and thou a poperin 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. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE II. Capulet’s Garden. + + + + Enter Romeo. + + + +ROMEO. + +He jests at scars that never felt a wound. + + + + Juliet appears above at a window. + + + +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. + +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 eyes 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. + +She speaks. + +O speak again bright angel, for thou art + +As glorious to this night, being o’er my head, + +As is a winged messenger of heaven + +Unto the white-upturned wondering 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. + + + +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, nor any other part + +Belonging to a man. O be some other name. + +What’s in a name? That which we call a rose + +By any other name would smell as sweet; + +So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d, + +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 baptis’d; + +Henceforth I never will be Romeo. + + + +JULIET. + +What man art thou that, thus bescreen’d in night + +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. + + + +JULIET. + +My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words + +Of thy tongue’s utterance, yet I know the sound. + +Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague? + + + +ROMEO. + +Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike. + + + +JULIET. + +How cam’st 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. + + + +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. + + + +JULIET. + +If they do see thee, they will murder thee. + + + +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. + + + +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 prorogued, wanting of thy love. + + + +JULIET. + +By whose direction found’st thou out this place? + + + +ROMEO. + +By love, that first did prompt me to enquire; + +He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. + +I am no pilot; yet wert thou as far + +As that vast shore wash’d with the farthest sea, + +I 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 ’haviour light: + +But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true + +Than those that have more cunning to be strange. + +I should have been more strange, I must confess, + +But that thou overheard’st, ere I was ’ware, + +My true-love passion; therefore pardon me, + +And not impute this yielding to light love, + +Which the dark night hath so discovered. + + + +ROMEO. + +Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow, + +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. + + + +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. + + + +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 unadvis’d, 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. + + + +JULIET. + +I gave thee mine before thou didst request it; + +And yet I would it were to give again. + + + +ROMEO. + +Would’st 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. + +[_Nurse calls within._] + +Anon, good Nurse!—Sweet Montague be true. + +Stay but a little, I will come again. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +ROMEO. + +O blessed, blessed night. I am afeard, + +Being in night, all this is but a dream, + +Too flattering sweet to be substantial. + + + + Enter Juliet above. + + + +JULIET. + +Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed. + +If that thy bent of love be honourable, + +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,— + + + +NURSE. + +[_Within._] Madam. + + + +JULIET. + +By and by I come— + +To cease thy strife and leave me to my grief. + +Tomorrow will I send. + + + +ROMEO. + +So thrive my soul,— + + + +JULIET. + +A thousand times good night. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +ROMEO. + +A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. + +Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, + +But love from love, towards school with heavy looks. + + + + [_Retiring slowly._] + + + + Re-enter Juliet, above. + + + +JULIET. + +Hist! Romeo, hist! O for a falconer’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’s name. + + + +ROMEO. + +It is my soul that calls upon my name. + +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? + + + +ROMEO. + +By the hour of nine. + + + +JULIET. + +I will not fail. ’Tis twenty years till then. + +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, + +Remembering how I love thy company. + + + +ROMEO. + +And I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget, + +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 her hand, + +Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, + +And with a silk 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. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +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 Sire’s cell, + +His help to crave and my dear hap to tell. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +SCENE III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. + + + + Enter Friar Lawrence with a basket. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +The grey-ey’d morn smiles on the frowning night, + +Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; + +And fleckled darkness like a drunkard reels + +From forth day’s pathway, made by Titan’s fiery wheels + +Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye, + +The day to cheer, and night’s dank dew to dry, + +I must upfill this osier cage of ours + +With baleful weeds and precious-juiced 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, strain’d from that fair use, + +Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse. + +Virtue itself turns vice being misapplied, + +And vice sometime’s 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, slays all senses with the heart. + +Two such opposed 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 distemper’d 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 unbruised youth with unstuff’d brain + +Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign. + +Therefore thy earliness doth me assure + +Thou art uprous’d with some distemperature; + +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. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +That’s my good son. But where hast thou been 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, blessed 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. + + + +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 combin’d, save what thou must combine + +By holy marriage. When, and where, and how + +We met, we woo’d, and made exchange of vow, + +I’ll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, + +That thou consent to marry us today. + + + +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 wash’d 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 ring in mine ancient ears. + +Lo here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit + +Of an old tear that is not wash’d off yet. + +If ere thou wast thyself, and these woes thine, + +Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline, + +And art thou chang’d? Pronounce this sentence then, + +Women may fall, when there’s no strength in men. + + + +ROMEO. + +Thou chidd’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. + + + +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. + + + +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’ rancour to pure love. + + + +ROMEO. + +O let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE IV. A Street. + + + + Enter Benvolio and Mercutio. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +Where the devil should this Romeo be? 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. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet, 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. + + + +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? + + + +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. He rests his minim rest, one, two, and the third in + +your bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; + +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 phantasies; 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 but 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 grey 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? + + + +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. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +That’s as much as to say, such a case as yours constrains a man to bow + +in the hams. + + + +ROMEO. + +Meaning, to curtsy. + + + +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. + + + +ROMEO. + +O single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness! + + + +MERCUTIO. + +Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint. + + + +ROMEO. + +Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I’ll cry a match. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +Nay, if thy 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? + + + +ROMEO. + +Thou wast never with me for anything, when 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. + + + +ROMEO. + +And is it not then well served in to a sweet goose? + + + +MERCUTIO. + +O here’s a wit of cheveril, that stretches 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. + + + +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 by nature. For this drivelling 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. + + + +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. + + + + Enter Nurse and 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. + + + +NURSE. + +God ye good morrow, gentlemen. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +God ye good-den, fair gentlewoman. + + + +NURSE. + +Is it good-den? + + + +MERCUTIO. + +’Tis no less, I tell ye; for the bawdy hand of 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 for himself to mar. + + + +NURSE. + +By my troth, it is well said; for himself to mar, quoth a? 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. + + + +NURSE. + +You say well. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +Yea, is the worst well? Very well took, i’faith; wisely, wisely. + + + +NURSE. + +If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +She will endite 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. + +[_Sings._] + + 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. + + + + [_Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio._] + + + +NURSE. + +I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this 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. + + + +NURSE. + +And a speak anything against me, I’ll take him down, and a were lustier + +than he is, and twenty such Jacks. And 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.—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. + + + +NURSE. + +Now, afore God, I am so vexed that every part about me quivers. Scurvy + +knave. Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bid me + +enquire you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself. But first + +let me tell ye, if ye should lead her in a fool’s paradise, as they + +say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, 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,— + + + +NURSE. + +Good heart, and i’faith I will tell her as much. Lord, Lord, she will + +be a joyful woman. + + + +ROMEO. + +What wilt thou tell her, Nurse? Thou dost not mark me. + + + +NURSE. + +I will tell her, sir, that you do protest, which, as 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 shriv’d and married. Here is for thy pains. + + + +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. + + + +NURSE. + +Now God in heaven bless thee. Hark you, sir. + + + +ROMEO. + +What say’st thou, my dear Nurse? + + + +NURSE. + +Is your man secret? Did you ne’er hear say, + +Two may keep counsel, putting one away? + + + +ROMEO. + +I 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? + + + +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. + + + +ROMEO. + +Commend me to thy lady. + + + +NURSE. + +Ay, a thousand times. Peter! + + + + [_Exit Romeo._] + + + +PETER. + +Anon. + + + +NURSE. + +Before and apace. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE V. Capulet’s Garden. + + + + 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, + +Driving back shadows over lowering hills: + +Therefore do nimble-pinion’d 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’d 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. + + + + [_Exit Peter._] + + + +JULIET. + +Now, good sweet Nurse,—O Lord, why look’st thou sad? + +Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; + +If good, thou sham’st 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 had! + + + +JULIET. + +I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: + +Nay come, I pray thee speak; good, good Nurse, speak. + + + +NURSE. + +Jesu, what haste? Can you not stay a while? 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 + +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? + + + +JULIET. + +No, no. But all this did I know before. + +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,—O my back, my back! + +Beshrew your heart for sending me about + +To catch my death with jauncing up and down. + + + +JULIET. + +I’faith, I am sorry that thou art not well. + +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? + + + +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?’ + + + +NURSE. + +O God’s lady dear, + +Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow. + +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. + + + +JULIET. + +Hie to high fortune! Honest Nurse, farewell. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE VI. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. + + + + Enter Friar Lawrence and Romeo. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +So smile the heavens upon this holy act + +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. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +These violent delights have violent ends, + +And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, + +Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey + +Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, + +And in the taste confounds the appetite. + +Therefore love moderately: 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 heap’d like mine, and that thy skill be more + +To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath + +This neighbour air, and let rich music’s tongue + +Unfold the imagin’d 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. + + + +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. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + + + + + + + +ACT III + + + +SCENE I. A public Place. + + + + + + Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page and Servants. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +I pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire: + +The day is hot, the Capulets 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. + + + +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. + + + +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 an egg is full of meat, and yet thy + +head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling. Thou hast + +quarrelled 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 an old riband? And yet thou wilt + +tutor me from quarrelling! + + + +BENVOLIO. + +And 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. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +The fee simple! O simple! + + + + Enter Tybalt and others. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +By my head, here comes the Capulets. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +By my heel, I care not. + + + +TYBALT. + +Follow me close, for I will speak to them. + +Gentlemen, good-den: 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. + + + +TYBALT. + +You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, and you will give me + +occasion. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +Could you not take some occasion without giving? + + + +TYBALT. + +Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? And 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, + +And reason coldly of your grievances, + +Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +Men’s eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. + +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. + + + +TYBALT. + +Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford + +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 know’st me not. + + + +TYBALT. + +Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries + +That thou hast done me, therefore turn and draw. + + + +ROMEO. + +I do protest I never injur’d 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. + + + +MERCUTIO. + +O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! + +[_Draws._] Alla stoccata carries it away. + +Tybalt, you rat-catcher, 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 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. + +[_Drawing._] I am for you. + + + +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! + + + + [_Exeunt Tybalt with his Partizans._] + + + +MERCUTIO. + +I am hurt. + +A plague o’ both your 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. + + + + [_Exit Page._] + + + +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. + + + +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! + + + + [_Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio._] + + + +ROMEO. + +This gentleman, the Prince’s near ally, + +My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt + +In my behalf; my reputation stain’d + +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 soften’d valour’s steel. + + + + Re-enter Benvolio. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio’s dead, + +That gallant spirit hath aspir’d the clouds, + +Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. + + + +ROMEO. + +This day’s black fate on mo days doth depend; + +This but begins the woe others must end. + + + + Re-enter Tybalt. + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. + + + +ROMEO. + +Again in triumph, and Mercutio slain? + +Away to heaven respective lenity, + +And fire-ey’d fury be my conduct now! + +Now, Tybalt, take the ‘villain’ back again + +That late thou gav’st 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. + + + +TYBALT. + +Thou wretched boy, that didst consort him here, + +Shalt with him hence. + + + +ROMEO. + +This shall determine that. + + + + [_They fight; Tybalt falls._] + + + +BENVOLIO. + +Romeo, away, be gone! + +The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain. + +Stand not amaz’d. 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? + + + + [_Exit Romeo._] + + + + Enter Citizens. + + + +FIRST CITIZEN. + +Which way ran he that kill’d Mercutio? + +Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? + + + +BENVOLIO. + +There lies that Tybalt. + + + +FIRST CITIZEN. + +Up, sir, go with me. + +I charge thee in the Prince’s name obey. + + + + Enter Prince, attended; Montague, Capulet, their Wives and others. + + + +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. + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother’s child! + +O Prince! O husband! O, the blood is spill’d + +Of my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true, + +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 urg’d withal + +Your high displeasure. All this uttered + +With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow’d + +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 entertain’d 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. + + + +PRINCE. + +Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio. + +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. + + + +PRINCE. + +And for that offence + +Immediately we do exile him hence. + +I have an interest in your hate’s 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. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE II. A Room in Capulet’s House. + + + + Enter Juliet. + + + +JULIET. + +Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, + +Towards Phoebus’ lodging. Such a waggoner + +As Phaeton would whip you to the west + +And bring in cloudy night immediately. + +Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, + +That runaway’s eyes may wink, and Romeo + +Leap to these arms, untalk’d of and unseen. + +Lovers can see to do their amorous rites + +By their own beauties: or, if love be blind, + +It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, + +Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, + +And learn me how to lose a winning match, + +Play’d for a pair of stainless maidenhoods. + +Hood my unmann’d 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-brow’d 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 possess’d it; and though I am sold, + +Not yet enjoy’d. 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. + + + + Enter Nurse, with cords. + + + +Now, Nurse, what news? What hast thou there? + +The cords that Romeo bid thee fetch? + + + +NURSE. + +Ay, ay, the cords. + + + + [_Throws them down._] + + + +JULIET. + +Ay me, what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands? + + + +NURSE. + +Ah, well-a-day, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead! + +We are undone, lady, we are undone. + +Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s kill’d, he’s dead. + + + +JULIET. + +Can heaven be so envious? + + + +NURSE. + +Romeo can, + +Though heaven cannot. O Romeo, Romeo. + +Who ever would have thought it? Romeo! + + + +JULIET. + +What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus? + +This torture should be roar’d 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 make thee answer Ay. + +If he be slain, say Ay; or if not, No. + +Brief sounds determine of 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 bedaub’d in blood, + +All in gore-blood. I swounded 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. + + + +NURSE. + +O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had. + +O courteous Tybalt, honest gentleman! + +That ever I should live to see thee dead. + + + +JULIET. + +What storm is this that blows so contrary? + +Is Romeo slaughter’d 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 banished, + +Romeo that kill’d him, he is banished. + + + +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 flowering face! + +Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? + +Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical, + +Dove-feather’d raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! + +Despised substance of divinest show! + +Just opposite to what thou justly seem’st, + +A damned saint, an honourable 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 perjur’d, + +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. + +Blister’d be thy tongue + +For such a wish! He was not born to shame. + +Upon his brow shame is asham’d to sit; + +For ’tis a throne where honour may be crown’d + +Sole monarch of the universal earth. + +O, what a beast was I to chide at him! + + + +NURSE. + +Will you speak well of him that kill’d 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 kill’d 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 murder’d me. I would forget it fain, + +But O, it presses to my memory + +Like damned guilty deeds to sinners’ minds. + +Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished. + +That ‘banished,’ that one word ‘banished,’ + +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 rank’d with other griefs, + +Why follow’d not, when she said Tybalt’s dead, + +Thy father or thy mother, nay or both, + +Which modern lamentation might have mov’d? + +But with a rear-ward following Tybalt’s death, + +‘Romeo is banished’—to speak that word + +Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, + +All slain, all dead. Romeo is banished, + +There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, + +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. + + + +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 beguil’d, + +Both you and I; for Romeo is exil’d. + +He made you for a highway to my bed, + +But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. + +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 ye, 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. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE III. Friar Lawrence’s cell. + + + + Enter Friar Lawrence. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man. + +Affliction is enanmour’d of thy parts + +And thou art wedded to calamity. + + + + Enter Romeo. + + + +ROMEO. + +Father, what news? What is the Prince’s doom? + +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. + + + +ROMEO. + +What less than doomsday is the Prince’s doom? + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +A gentler judgment vanish’d from his lips, + +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. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +Hence from Verona art thou banished. + +Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. + + + +ROMEO. + +There is no world without Verona walls, + +But purgatory, torture, hell itself. + +Hence banished is banish’d from the world, + +And world’s exile is death. Then banished + +Is death misterm’d. Calling death banished, + +Thou cutt’st my head off with a golden axe, + +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 brush’d aside the law, + +And turn’d that black word death to banishment. + +This is dear mercy, and thou see’st it not. + + + +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 honourable 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 banished. + +This may flies do, when I from this must fly. + +They are free men but I am banished. + +And say’st thou yet that exile is not death? + +Hadst thou no poison mix’d, no sharp-ground knife, + +No sudden mean of death, though ne’er so mean, + +But banished to kill me? Banished? + +O Friar, the damned 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 profess’d, + +To mangle me with that word banished? + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +Thou fond mad man, hear me speak a little, + + + +ROMEO. + +O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +I’ll give thee armour to keep off that word, + +Adversity’s sweet milk, philosophy, + +To comfort thee, though thou art banished. + + + +ROMEO. + +Yet banished? Hang up philosophy. + +Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, + +Displant a town, reverse a Prince’s doom, + +It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +O, then I see that mad men 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 murdered, + +Doting like me, and like me banished, + +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. + + + + [_Knocking within._] + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +Arise; one knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyself. + + + +ROMEO. + +Not I, unless the breath of heartsick groans + +Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes. + + + + [_Knocking._] + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +Hark, how they knock!—Who’s there?—Romeo, arise, + +Thou wilt be taken.—Stay awhile.—Stand up. + + + + [_Knocking._] + + + +Run to my study.—By-and-by.—God’s will, + +What simpleness is this.—I come, I come. + + + + [_Knocking._] + + + +Who knocks so hard? Whence come you, what’s your will? + + + +NURSE. + +[_Within._] Let me come in, and you shall know my errand. + +I come from Lady Juliet. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +Welcome then. + + + + Enter Nurse. + + + +NURSE. + +O holy Friar, O, tell me, holy Friar, + +Where is my lady’s lord, where’s Romeo? + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. + + + +NURSE. + +O, he is even in my mistress’ case. + +Just in her case! O woeful sympathy! + +Piteous predicament. Even so lies she, + +Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering. + +Stand up, stand up; stand, and 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. + +Spakest thou of Juliet? How is it with her? + +Doth not she think me an old murderer, + +Now I have stain’d the childhood of our joy + +With blood remov’d but little from her own? + +Where is she? And how doth she? And what says + +My conceal’d lady to our cancell’d 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. + + + +ROMEO. + +As if that name, + +Shot from the deadly level of a gun, + +Did murder her, as that name’s cursed hand + +Murder’d 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. + + + + [_Drawing his sword._] + + + +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 amaz’d me. By my holy order, + +I thought thy disposition better temper’d. + +Hast thou slain Tybalt? Wilt thou slay thyself? + +And slay thy lady, that in thy life lives, + +By doing damned hate upon thyself? + +Why rail’st 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 sham’st 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 valour of a man; + +Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury, + +Killing that love which thou hast vow’d 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 dismember’d with thine own defence. + +What, rouse thee, man. Thy Juliet is alive, + +For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead. + +There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee, + +But thou slew’st Tybalt; there art thou happy. + +The law that threaten’d 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 misshaped and sullen wench, + +Thou putt’st up 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 stay’d here all the night + +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. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +ROMEO. + +How well my comfort is reviv’d by this. + + + +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 disguis’d 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. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE IV. A Room in Capulet’s House. + + + + Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet and Paris. + + + +CAPULET. + +Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily + +That we have had no time to move our daughter. + +Look you, she lov’d 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 tune to woo. + +Madam, good night. Commend me to your daughter. + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +I will, and know her mind early tomorrow; + +Tonight she’s mew’d up to her heaviness. + + + +CAPULET. + +Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender + +Of my child’s love. I think she will be rul’d + +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, + +A Thursday let it be; a 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. A Thursday be it then. + +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 very late that we + +May call it early by and by. Good night. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE V. An open Gallery to Juliet’s Chamber, overlooking the Garden. + + + + Enter Romeo and Juliet. + + + +JULIET. + +Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. + +It was the nightingale, and not the lark, + +That pierc’d the fearful hollow of thine ear; + +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. + + + +JULIET. + +Yond light is not daylight, I know it, I. + +It is some meteor that the sun exhales + +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 grey 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, be gone, 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 loathed toad change eyes. + +O, now I would they had chang’d voices too, + +Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, + +Hunting thee hence with hunt’s-up to the day. + +O now be gone, more light and light it grows. + + + +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. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +JULIET. + +Then, window, let day in, and let life out. + + + +ROMEO. + +Farewell, farewell, one kiss, and I’ll descend. + + + + [_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. + + + +ROMEO. + +Farewell! + +I will omit no opportunity + +That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. + + + +JULIET. + +O thinkest thou we shall ever meet again? + + + +ROMEO. + +I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve + +For sweet discourses in our time 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 look’st pale. + + + +ROMEO. + +And trust me, love, in my eye so do you. + +Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu. + + + + [_Exit below._] + + + +JULIET. + +O Fortune, Fortune! All men call thee fickle, + +If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him + +That is renown’d for faith? Be fickle, Fortune; + +For then, I hope thou wilt not keep him long + +But send him back. + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +[_Within._] Ho, daughter, are you up? + + + +JULIET. + +Who is’t that calls? Is it my lady mother? + +Is she not down so late, or up so early? + +What unaccustom’d cause procures her hither? + + + + Enter Lady Capulet. + + + +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? + +And 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. + + + +JULIET. + +Feeling so the loss, + +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 slaughter’d him. + + + +JULIET. + +What villain, madam? + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +That same villain Romeo. + + + +JULIET. + +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. + + + +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. + + + +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 banish’d runagate doth live, + +Shall give him such an unaccustom’d 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 vex’d. + +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 nam’d, and cannot come to him, + +To wreak the love I bore my cousin + +Upon his body that hath slaughter’d him. + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +Find thou the means, and I’ll find such a man. + +But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. + + + +JULIET. + +And joy comes well in such a needy time. + +What are they, I beseech your ladyship? + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child; + +One who to put thee from thy heaviness, + +Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy, + +That thou expects not, nor I look’d 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. + + + +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. + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +Here comes your father, tell him so yourself, + +And see how he will take it at your hands. + + + + Enter Capulet and Nurse. + + + +CAPULET. + +When the sun sets, the air 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 showering? 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 + +Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife? + +Have you deliver’d 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. + + + +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 blest, + +Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought + +So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? + + + +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. + + + +CAPULET. + +How now, how now, chopp’d 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! + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +Fie, fie! What, are you mad? + + + +JULIET. + +Good father, I beseech you on my knees, + +Hear me with patience but to speak a word. + + + +CAPULET. + +Hang thee young baggage, disobedient wretch! + +I tell thee what,—get thee to church a 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 blest + +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. + + + +CAPULET. + +And why, my lady wisdom? Hold your tongue, + +Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. + + + +NURSE. + +I speak no treason. + + + +CAPULET. + +O God ye good-en! + + + +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. + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +You are too hot. + + + +CAPULET. + +God’s bread, it makes me mad! + +Day, night, hour, ride, time, work, play, + +Alone, in company, still my care hath been + +To have her match’d, and having now provided + +A gentleman of noble parentage, + +Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly allied, + +Stuff’d, as they say, with honourable parts, + +Proportion’d 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, and 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. + +And you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend; + +And 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. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +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. + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +Talk not to me, for I’ll not speak a word. + +Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +JULIET. + +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 practise stratagems + +Upon so soft a subject as myself. + +What say’st 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, + +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. + +Speakest thou from thy heart? + + + +NURSE. + +And from my soul too, + +Or else beshrew them both. + + + +JULIET. + +Amen. + + + +NURSE. + +What? + + + +JULIET. + +Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. + +Go in, and tell my lady I am gone, + +Having displeas’d my father, to Lawrence’ cell, + +To make confession and to be absolv’d. + + + +NURSE. + +Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +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 prais’d him with above compare + +So many thousand times? Go, counsellor. + +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. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + + + + + + + +ACT IV + + + +SCENE I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. + + + + + + Enter Friar Lawrence and 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. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +You say you do not know the lady’s mind. + +Uneven is the course; I like it not. + + + +PARIS. + +Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death, + +And therefore have I little talk’d 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 slow’d.— + +Look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell. + + + + Enter Juliet. + + + +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 ye, 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. + + + +PARIS. + +Poor soul, thy face is much abus’d with tears. + + + +JULIET. + +The tears have got small victory by that; + +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. + + + +PARIS. + +Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander’d it. + + + +JULIET. + +It may be so, for it is not mine own. + +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. + + + +PARIS. + +God shield I should disturb devotion!— + +Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye, + +Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +JULIET. + +O shut the door, and when thou hast done so, + +Come weep with me, past hope, past cure, 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. + + + +JULIET. + +Tell me not, Friar, that thou hear’st 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 join’d my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands; + +And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo’s seal’d, + +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-experienc’d time, + +Give me some present counsel, or behold + +’Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife + +Shall play the empire, arbitrating that + +Which the commission of thy years and art + +Could to no issue of true honour bring. + +Be not so long to speak. I long to die, + +If what thou speak’st speak not of remedy. + + + +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 dar’st, I’ll give thee remedy. + + + +JULIET. + +O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, + +From off the battlements of yonder 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’er-cover’d 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 unstain’d 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 thy Nurse lie with thee in thy chamber. + +Take thou this vial, being then in bed, + +And this distilled liquor drink thou off, + +When presently through all thy veins shall run + +A cold and drowsy humour; for no pulse + +Shall keep his native progress, but surcease. + +No warmth, no breath shall testify thou livest, + +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 depriv’d of supple government, + +Shall stiff and stark and cold appear like death. + +And in this borrow’d 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, uncover’d, 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 valour in the acting it. + + + +JULIET. + +Give me, give me! O tell not me of fear! + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +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. + + + +JULIET. + +Love give me strength, and strength shall help afford. + +Farewell, dear father. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE II. Hall in Capulet’s House. + + + + Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse and Servants. + + + +CAPULET. + +So many guests invite as here are writ. + + + + [_Exit first Servant._] + + + +Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. + + + +SECOND SERVANT. + +You shall have none ill, sir; for I’ll try if they can lick their + +fingers. + + + +CAPULET. + +How canst thou try them so? + + + +SECOND SERVANT. + +Marry, sir, ’tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers; + +therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me. + + + +CAPULET. + +Go, begone. + + + + [_Exit second Servant._] + + + +We shall be much unfurnish’d 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-will’d 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? + + + +JULIET. + +Where I have learnt me to repent the sin + +Of disobedient opposition + +To you and your behests; and am enjoin’d + +By holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here, + +To beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you. + +Henceforward I am ever rul’d by you. + + + +CAPULET. + +Send for the County, go tell him of this. + +I’ll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning. + + + +JULIET. + +I met the youthful lord at Lawrence’ cell, + +And gave him what becomed 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. + +Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, + +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. + + + + [_Exeunt Juliet and Nurse._] + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +We shall be short in our provision, + +’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 him up + +Against tomorrow. My heart is wondrous light + +Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim’d. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE III. Juliet’s Chamber. + + + + 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 know’st, 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 cull’d such necessaries + +As are behoveful 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. + + + + [_Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse._] + + + +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. + + + + [_Laying down her dagger._] + + + +What if it be a poison, which the Friar + +Subtly hath minister’d to have me dead, + +Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour’d, + +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 pack’d, + +Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, + +Lies festering 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, + +Environed 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 desperate 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. + + + + [_Throws herself on the bed._] + + + +SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet’s House. + + + + 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 Capulet. + + + +CAPULET. + +Come, stir, stir, stir! The second cock hath crow’d, + +The curfew bell hath rung, ’tis three o’clock. + +Look to the bak’d 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. + + + +CAPULET. + +No, not a whit. What! I have watch’d ere now + +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. + + + + [_Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse._] + + + +CAPULET. + +A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood! + + + + Enter Servants, with spits, logs and baskets. + + + +Now, fellow, what’s there? + + + +FIRST SERVANT. + +Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what. + + + +CAPULET. + +Make haste, make haste. + + + + [_Exit First Servant._] + + + +—Sirrah, fetch drier logs. + +Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. + + + +SECOND SERVANT. + +I have a head, sir, that will find out logs + +And never trouble Peter for the matter. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +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. + + + + [_Play music._] + + + +Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, Nurse, I say! + + + + Re-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. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE V. Juliet’s Chamber; Juliet on the bed. + + + + Enter Nurse. + + + +NURSE. + +Mistress! What, mistress! Juliet! Fast, I warrant her, she. + +Why, lamb, why, lady, fie, you slug-abed! + +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, + +He’ll fright you up, i’faith. Will it not be? + +What, dress’d, and in your clothes, and down again? + +I must needs wake you. Lady! Lady! Lady! + +Alas, alas! Help, help! My lady’s dead! + +O, well-a-day 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. + + + + Enter Capulet. + + + +CAPULET. + +For shame, bring Juliet forth, her lord is come. + + + +NURSE. + +She’s dead, deceas’d, 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. + + + +NURSE. + +O lamentable day! + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +O woful time! + + + +CAPULET. + +Death, that hath ta’en her hence to make me wail, + +Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak. + + + + Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris with 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 bride. There she lies, + +Flower as she was, deflowered 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? + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful day. + +Most miserable hour that e’er time saw + +In lasting labour of his pilgrimage. + +But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, + +But one thing to rejoice and solace in, + +And cruel death hath catch’d 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. + + + +PARIS. + +Beguil’d, divorced, wronged, spited, slain. + +Most detestable death, by thee beguil’d, + +By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown. + +O love! O life! Not life, but love in death! + + + +CAPULET. + +Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr’d, kill’d. + +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 buried. + + + +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 advanc’d, + +And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc’d + +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 ordained 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; + +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 lower upon you for some ill; + +Move them no more by crossing their high will. + + + + [_Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris and Friar._] + + + +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. + + + +FIRST MUSICIAN. + +Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. + + + + [_Exit Nurse._] + + + + Enter Peter. + + + +PETER. + +Musicians, O, musicians, ‘Heart’s ease,’ ‘Heart’s ease’, O, and 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. + + + +FIRST MUSICIAN. + +Not a dump we, ’tis no time to play 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. + + + +FIRST MUSICIAN. + +Then will I give you the serving-creature. + + + +PETER. + +Then will I lay the serving-creature’s dagger on your pate. I will + +carry no crotchets. I’ll re you, I’ll fa you. Do you note me? + + + +FIRST MUSICIAN. + +And you re us and fa us, you note us. + + + +SECOND MUSICIAN. + +Pray you put up your dagger, and 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. + + ‘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. + + + +PETER. + +Prates. What say you, Hugh Rebeck? + + + +SECOND MUSICIAN. + +I say ‘silver sound’ because musicians 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. + + ‘Then music with her silver sound + + With speedy help doth lend redress.’ + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +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. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + + + + + + + +ACT V + + + +SCENE I. Mantua. A Street. + + + + + + Enter Romeo. + + + +ROMEO. + +If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, + +My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. + +My bosom’s lord sits lightly in his throne; + +And all this day an unaccustom’d 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 breath’d such life with kisses in my lips, + +That I reviv’d, and was an emperor. + +Ah me, how sweet is love itself possess’d, + +When but love’s shadows are so rich in joy. + + + + Enter Balthasar. + + + +News from Verona! How now, Balthasar? + +Dost thou not bring me letters from the Friar? + +How doth my lady? Is my father well? + +How fares 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 Capel’s monument, + +And her immortal part with angels lives. + +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 even so? Then I defy you, stars! + +Thou know’st 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. + + + +ROMEO. + +Tush, thou art deceiv’d. + +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. + + + + [_Exit Balthasar._] + + + +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 tatter’d weeds, with overwhelming brows, + +Culling of simples, meagre were his looks, + +Sharp misery had worn him to the bones; + +And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, + +An alligator stuff’d, 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 scatter’d, to make up a show. + +Noting this penury, to myself I said, + +And 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 discharg’d of breath + +As violently as hasty powder fir’d + +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. + + + +ROMEO. + +Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness, + +And fear’st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks, + +Need and oppression starveth in thine 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. + + + +APOTHECARY. + +Put this in any liquid thing you will + +And drink it off; and, if you had the strength + +Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight. + + + +ROMEO. + +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. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + +SCENE II. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. + + + + 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. + + + +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, + +Seal’d up the doors, and would not let us forth, + +So that my speed to Mantua there was stay’d. + + + +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. + + + +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. + + + +FRIAR JOHN. + +Brother, I’ll go and bring it thee. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +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, clos’d in a dead man’s tomb. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +SCENE III. A churchyard; in it a Monument belonging to the Capulets. + + + + Enter Paris, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch. + + + +PARIS. + +Give me thy torch, boy. Hence and stand aloof. + +Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. + +Under yond yew tree 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, + +But thou shalt hear it. Whistle then to me, + +As signal that thou hear’st 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. + + + + [_Retires._] + + + +PARIS. + +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 distill’d by moans. + +The obsequies that I for thee will keep, + +Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. + + + + [_The Page whistles._] + + + +The boy gives warning something doth approach. + +What cursed foot wanders this way tonight, + +To cross my obsequies and true love’s rite? + +What, with a torch! Muffle me, night, awhile. + + + + [_Retires._] + + + + Enter Romeo and Balthasar with a torch, mattock, &c. + + + +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 hear’st 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, be gone. + +But if thou jealous dost return to pry + +In what I further shall intend to do, + +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. + + + +BALTHASAR. + +For all this same, I’ll hide me hereabout. + +His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. + + + + [_Retires_] + + + +ROMEO. + +Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, + +Gorg’d with the dearest morsel of the earth, + +Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, + + + + [_Breaking open the door of the monument._] + + + +And in despite, I’ll cram thee with more food. + + + +PARIS. + +This is that banish’d haughty Montague + +That murder’d my love’s cousin,—with which grief, + +It is supposed, the fair creature died,— + +And here is come to do some villainous shame + +To the dead bodies. I will apprehend him. + + + + [_Advances._] + + + +Stop thy unhallow’d toil, vile Montague. + +Can vengeance be pursu’d further than death? + +Condemned 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 desperate man. + +Fly hence and leave me. Think upon these gone; + +Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth, + +Put not another sin upon my head + +By urging me to fury. O be gone. + +By heaven I love thee better than myself; + +For I come hither arm’d against myself. + +Stay not, be gone, live, and hereafter say, + +A madman’s mercy bid thee run away. + + + +PARIS. + +I do defy thy conjuration, + +And apprehend thee for a felon here. + + + +ROMEO. + +Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy! + + + + [_They fight._] + + + +PAGE. + +O lord, they fight! I will go call the watch. + + + + [_Exit._] + + + +PARIS. + +O, I am slain! [_Falls._] If thou be merciful, + +Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. + + + + [_Dies._] + + + +ROMEO. + +In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face. + +Mercutio’s kinsman, noble County Paris! + +What said my man, when my betossed 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, slaught’red 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 interr’d. + + + + [_Laying Paris in the monument._] + + + +How oft when men are at the point of death + +Have they been merry! Which their keepers call + +A lightning before death. O, how may I + +Call this a lightning? O my love, my wife, + +Death that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath, + +Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. + +Thou art not conquer’d. Beauty’s ensign yet + +Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, + +And death’s pale flag is not advanced there. + +Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? + +O, what more favour 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 abhorred 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, unsavoury guide. + +Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on + +The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark. + +Here’s to my love! [_Drinks._] O true apothecary! + +Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. + + + + [_Dies._] + + + + Enter, at the other end of the Churchyard, Friar Lawrence, with a + + lantern, crow, and spade. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +Saint Francis be my speed. How oft tonight + +Have my old feet stumbled at graves? Who’s there? + +Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead? + + + +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. + + + +BALTHASAR. + +It doth so, holy sir, and there’s my master, + +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. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +Stay then, I’ll go alone. Fear comes upon me. + +O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing. + + + +BALTHASAR. + +As I did sleep under this yew tree here, + +I dreamt my master and another fought, + +And that my master slew him. + + + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. + +Romeo! [_Advances._] + +Alack, alack, what blood is this which stains + +The stony entrance of this sepulchre? + +What mean these masterless and gory swords + +To lie discolour’d by this place of peace? + + + + [_Enters the monument._] + + + +Romeo! O, pale! Who else? What, Paris too? + +And steep’d in blood? Ah what an unkind hour + +Is guilty of this lamentable chance? + +The lady stirs. + + + + [_Juliet wakes and 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? + + + + [_Noise within._] + + + +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. + + + +JULIET. + +Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. + + + + [_Exit Friar Lawrence._] + + + +What’s here? A cup clos’d in my true love’s hand? + +Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end. + +O churl. Drink 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. + + + + [_Kisses him._] + + + +Thy lips are warm! + + + +FIRST WATCH. + +[_Within._] Lead, boy. Which way? + + + +JULIET. + +Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger. + + + + [_Snatching Romeo’s dagger._] + + + +This is thy sheath. [_stabs herself_] There rest, and let me die. + + + + [_Falls on Romeo’s body and dies._] + + + + Enter Watch with the Page of Paris. + + + +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. + + + + [_Exeunt some of the Watch._] + + + +Pitiful sight! Here lies the County slain, + +And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead, + +Who here hath lain this two days buried. + +Go tell the Prince; run to the Capulets. + +Raise up the Montagues, some others search. + + + + [_Exeunt others of the Watch._] + + + +We see the ground whereon these woes do lie, + +But the true ground of all these piteous woes + +We cannot without circumstance descry. + + + + Re-enter some of the Watch with Balthasar. + + + +SECOND WATCH. + +Here’s Romeo’s man. We found him in the churchyard. + + + +FIRST WATCH. + +Hold him in safety till the Prince come hither. + + + + Re-enter others of the Watch with Friar Lawrence. + + + +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 side. + + + +FIRST WATCH. + +A great suspicion. Stay the Friar too. + + + + Enter the Prince and Attendants. + + + +PRINCE. + +What misadventure is so early up, + +That calls our person from our morning’s rest? + + + + Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet and others. + + + +CAPULET. + +What should it be that they so shriek 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. + + + +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 kill’d. + + + +PRINCE. + +Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. + + + +FIRST WATCH. + +Here is a Friar, and slaughter’d Romeo’s man, + +With instruments upon them fit to open + +These dead men’s tombs. + + + +CAPULET. + +O heaven! 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-sheathed in my daughter’s bosom. + + + +LADY CAPULET. + +O me! This sight of death is as a bell + +That warns my old age to a sepulchre. + + + + Enter Montague and others. + + + +PRINCE. + +Come, Montague, for thou art early up, + +To see thy son and heir more early down. + + + +MONTAGUE. + +Alas, my liege, my wife is dead tonight. + +Grief of my son’s exile hath stopp’d her breath. + +What further woe conspires against mine age? + + + +PRINCE. + +Look, and thou shalt see. + + + +MONTAGUE. + +O thou untaught! What manners is in this, + +To press before thy father to a grave? + + + +PRINCE. + +Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, + +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 condemned and myself excus’d. + + + +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 + +Banish’d the new-made bridegroom from this city; + +For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin’d. + +You, to remove that siege of grief from her, + +Betroth’d, and would have married her perforce + +To County Paris. Then comes she to me, + +And with wild looks, bid me devise some means + +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 borrow’d grave, + +Being the time the potion’s force should cease. + +But he which bore my letter, Friar John, + +Was stay’d by accident; and yesternight + +Return’d my letter back. Then all alone + +At the prefixed 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 awaking, 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 ought in this + +Miscarried by my fault, let my old life + +Be sacrific’d, some hour before his time, + +Unto the rigour of severest law. + + + +PRINCE. + +We still have known thee for a holy man. + +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. + +This letter he early bid me give his father, + +And threaten’d 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 rais’d 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. + + + +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 punish’d. + + + +CAPULET. + +O brother Montague, give me thy hand. + +This is my daughter’s jointure, for no more + +Can I demand. + + + +MONTAGUE. + +But I can give thee more, + +For I will raise 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. + + + +CAPULET. + +As rich shall Romeo’s by his lady’s lie, + +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 pardon’d, and some punished, + +For never was a story of more woe + +Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. + + + + [_Exeunt._] + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/development/data_process.ipynb b/development/data_process.ipynb new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f7ca892 --- /dev/null +++ b/development/data_process.ipynb @@ -0,0 +1,6674 @@ +{ + "cells": [ + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 16, + "id": "66fc4b6b", + "metadata": {}, + "outputs": [], + "source": [ + "# Use conda to install packages (preferred method for Anaconda users)\n", + "# conda install -c conda-forge package_name\n", + "\n", + "# If the package is not available in conda, use pip with Anaconda's Python\n", + "# python -m pip install package_name" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "markdown", + "id": "24e2b300", + "metadata": {}, + "source": [ + "Part 1:" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 29, + "id": "9b99de61", + "metadata": {}, + "outputs": [ + { + "name": "stdout", + "output_type": "stream", + "text": [ + "The Project Gutenberg eBook of Romeo and Juliet\n", + " \n", + "This ebook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and\n", + "most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions\n", + "whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms\n", + "of the Project Gutenberg License included with this ebook or online\n", + "at www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States,\n", + "you will have to check the laws of the country where you are located\n", + "before using this eBook.\n", + "\n", + "Title: Romeo and Juliet\n", + "\n", + "Author: William Shakespeare\n", + "\n", + "Release date: November 1, 1998 [eBook #1513]\n", + " Most recently updated: September 18, 2025\n", + "\n", + "Language: English\n", + "\n", + "Credits: the PG Shakespeare Team, a team of about twenty Project Gutenberg volunteers\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ROMEO AND JULIET ***\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "THE TRAGEDY OF ROMEO AND JULIET\n", + "\n", + "by William Shakespeare\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "Contents\n", + "\n", + "THE PROLOGUE.\n", + "\n", + "ACT I\n", + "Scene I. A public place.\n", + "Scene II. A Street.\n", + "Scene III. Room in Capulet’s House.\n", + "Scene IV. A Street.\n", + "Scene V. A Hall in Capulet’s House.\n", + "\n", + "ACT II\n", + "CHORUS.\n", + "Scene I. An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden.\n", + "Scene II. Capulet’s Garden.\n", + "Scene III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n", + "Scene IV. A Street.\n", + "Scene V. Capulet’s Garden.\n", + "Scene VI. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n", + "\n", + "ACT III\n", + "Scene I. A public Place.\n", + "Scene II. A Room in Capulet’s House.\n", + "Scene III. Friar Lawrence’s cell.\n", + "Scene IV. A Room in Capulet’s House.\n", + "Scene V. An open Gallery to Juliet’s Chamber, overlooking the Garden.\n", + "\n", + "ACT IV\n", + "Scene I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n", + "Scene II. Hall in Capulet’s House.\n", + "Scene III. Juliet’s Chamber.\n", + "Scene IV. Hall in Capulet’s House.\n", + "Scene V. Juliet’s Chamber; Juliet on the bed.\n", + "\n", + "ACT V\n", + "Scene I. Mantua. A Street.\n", + "Scene II. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n", + "Scene III. A churchyard; in it a Monument belonging to the Capulets.\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "\n", + " Dramatis Personæ\n", + "\n", + "ESCALUS, Prince of Verona.\n", + "MERCUTIO, kinsman to the Prince, and friend to Romeo.\n", + "PARIS, a young Nobleman, kinsman to the Prince.\n", + "Page to Paris.\n", + "\n", + "MONTAGUE, head of a Veronese family at feud with the Capulets.\n", + "LADY MONTAGUE, wife to Montague.\n", + "ROMEO, son to Montague.\n", + "BENVOLIO, nephew to Montague, and friend to Romeo.\n", + "ABRAM, servant to Montague.\n", + "BALTHASAR, servant to Romeo.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET, head of a Veronese family at feud with the Montagues.\n", + "LADY CAPULET, wife to Capulet.\n", + "JULIET, daughter to Capulet.\n", + "TYBALT, nephew to Lady Capulet.\n", + "CAPULET’S COUSIN, an old man.\n", + "NURSE to Juliet.\n", + "PETER, servant to Juliet’s Nurse.\n", + "SAMPSON, servant to Capulet.\n", + "GREGORY, servant to Capulet.\n", + "Servants.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE, a Franciscan.\n", + "FRIAR JOHN, of the same Order.\n", + "An Apothecary.\n", + "CHORUS.\n", + "Three Musicians.\n", + "An Officer.\n", + "Citizens of Verona; several Men and Women, relations to both houses;\n", + "Maskers, Guards, Watchmen and Attendants.\n", + "\n", + "SCENE. During the greater part of the Play in Verona; once, in the\n", + "Fifth Act, at Mantua.\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "THE PROLOGUE\n", + "\n", + "\n", + " Enter Chorus.\n", + "\n", + "CHORUS.\n", + "Two households, both alike in dignity,\n", + "In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,\n", + "From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,\n", + "Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.\n", + "From forth the fatal loins of these two foes\n", + "A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;\n", + "Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows\n", + "Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.\n", + "The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love,\n", + "And the continuance of their parents’ rage,\n", + "Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove,\n", + "Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;\n", + "The which, if you with patient ears attend,\n", + "What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit._]\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "ACT I\n", + "\n", + "SCENE I. A public place.\n", + "\n", + "\n", + " Enter Sampson and Gregory armed with swords and bucklers.\n", + "\n", + "SAMPSON.\n", + "Gregory, on my word, we’ll not carry coals.\n", + "\n", + "GREGORY.\n", + "No, for then we should be colliers.\n", + "\n", + "SAMPSON.\n", + "I mean, if we be in choler, we’ll draw.\n", + "\n", + "GREGORY.\n", + "Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o’ the collar.\n", + "\n", + "SAMPSON.\n", + "I strike quickly, being moved.\n", + "\n", + "GREGORY.\n", + "But thou art not quickly moved to strike.\n", + "\n", + "SAMPSON.\n", + "A dog of the house of Montague moves me.\n", + "\n", + "GREGORY.\n", + "To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou\n", + "art moved, thou runn’st away.\n", + "\n", + "SAMPSON.\n", + "A dog of that house shall move me to stand.\n", + "I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague’s.\n", + "\n", + "GREGORY.\n", + "That shows thee a weak slave, for the weakest goes to the wall.\n", + "\n", + "SAMPSON.\n", + "True, and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to\n", + "the wall: therefore I will push Montague’s men from the wall, and\n", + "thrust his maids to the wall.\n", + "\n", + "GREGORY.\n", + "The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.\n", + "\n", + "SAMPSON.\n", + "’Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the\n", + "men I will be civil with the maids, I will cut off their heads.\n", + "\n", + "GREGORY.\n", + "The heads of the maids?\n", + "\n", + "SAMPSON.\n", + "Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense\n", + "thou wilt.\n", + "\n", + "GREGORY.\n", + "They must take it in sense that feel it.\n", + "\n", + "SAMPSON.\n", + "Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and ’tis known I am a\n", + "pretty piece of flesh.\n", + "\n", + "GREGORY.\n", + "’Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John.\n", + "Draw thy tool; here comes of the house of Montagues.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Abram and Balthasar.\n", + "\n", + "SAMPSON.\n", + "My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.\n", + "\n", + "GREGORY.\n", + "How? Turn thy back and run?\n", + "\n", + "SAMPSON.\n", + "Fear me not.\n", + "\n", + "GREGORY.\n", + "No, marry; I fear thee!\n", + "\n", + "SAMPSON.\n", + "Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.\n", + "\n", + "GREGORY.\n", + "I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list.\n", + "\n", + "SAMPSON.\n", + "Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them, which is disgrace to\n", + "them if they bear it.\n", + "\n", + "ABRAM.\n", + "Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?\n", + "\n", + "SAMPSON.\n", + "I do bite my thumb, sir.\n", + "\n", + "ABRAM.\n", + "Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?\n", + "\n", + "SAMPSON.\n", + "Is the law of our side if I say ay?\n", + "\n", + "GREGORY.\n", + "No.\n", + "\n", + "SAMPSON.\n", + "No sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir.\n", + "\n", + "GREGORY.\n", + "Do you quarrel, sir?\n", + "\n", + "ABRAM.\n", + "Quarrel, sir? No, sir.\n", + "\n", + "SAMPSON.\n", + "But if you do, sir, I am for you. I serve as good a man as you.\n", + "\n", + "ABRAM.\n", + "No better.\n", + "\n", + "SAMPSON.\n", + "Well, sir.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Benvolio.\n", + "\n", + "GREGORY.\n", + "Say better; here comes one of my master’s kinsmen.\n", + "\n", + "SAMPSON.\n", + "Yes, better, sir.\n", + "\n", + "ABRAM.\n", + "You lie.\n", + "\n", + "SAMPSON.\n", + "Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow.\n", + "\n", + " [_They fight._]\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Part, fools! put up your swords, you know not what you do.\n", + "\n", + " [_Beats down their swords._]\n", + "\n", + " Enter Tybalt.\n", + "\n", + "TYBALT.\n", + "What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?\n", + "Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "I do but keep the peace, put up thy sword,\n", + "Or manage it to part these men with me.\n", + "\n", + "TYBALT.\n", + "What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word\n", + "As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:\n", + "Have at thee, coward.\n", + "\n", + " [_They fight._]\n", + "\n", + " Enter three or four Citizens with clubs.\n", + "\n", + "FIRST CITIZEN.\n", + "Clubs, bills and partisans! Strike! Beat them down!\n", + "Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues!\n", + "\n", + " Enter Capulet in his gown, and Lady Capulet.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword?\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,\n", + "And flourishes his blade in spite of me.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Montague and his Lady Montague.\n", + "\n", + "MONTAGUE.\n", + "Thou villain Capulet! Hold me not, let me go.\n", + "\n", + "LADY MONTAGUE.\n", + "Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Prince Escalus, with Attendants.\n", + "\n", + "PRINCE.\n", + "Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,\n", + "Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,—\n", + "Will they not hear? What, ho! You men, you beasts,\n", + "That quench the fire of your pernicious rage\n", + "With purple fountains issuing from your veins,\n", + "On pain of torture, from those bloody hands\n", + "Throw your mistemper’d weapons to the ground\n", + "And hear the sentence of your moved prince.\n", + "Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,\n", + "By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,\n", + "Have thrice disturb’d the quiet of our streets,\n", + "And made Verona’s ancient citizens\n", + "Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,\n", + "To wield old partisans, in hands as old,\n", + "Canker’d with peace, to part your canker’d hate.\n", + "If ever you disturb our streets again,\n", + "Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.\n", + "For this time all the rest depart away:\n", + "You, Capulet, shall go along with me,\n", + "And Montague, come you this afternoon,\n", + "To know our farther pleasure in this case,\n", + "To old Free-town, our common judgement-place.\n", + "Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt Prince and Attendants; Capulet, Lady Capulet, Tybalt,\n", + " Citizens and Servants._]\n", + "\n", + "MONTAGUE.\n", + "Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?\n", + "Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Here were the servants of your adversary\n", + "And yours, close fighting ere I did approach.\n", + "I drew to part them, in the instant came\n", + "The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar’d,\n", + "Which, as he breath’d defiance to my ears,\n", + "He swung about his head, and cut the winds,\n", + "Who nothing hurt withal, hiss’d him in scorn.\n", + "While we were interchanging thrusts and blows\n", + "Came more and more, and fought on part and part,\n", + "Till the Prince came, who parted either part.\n", + "\n", + "LADY MONTAGUE.\n", + "O where is Romeo, saw you him today?\n", + "Right glad I am he was not at this fray.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Madam, an hour before the worshipp’d sun\n", + "Peer’d forth the golden window of the east,\n", + "A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad,\n", + "Where underneath the grove of sycamore\n", + "That westward rooteth from this city side,\n", + "So early walking did I see your son.\n", + "Towards him I made, but he was ware of me,\n", + "And stole into the covert of the wood.\n", + "I, measuring his affections by my own,\n", + "Which then most sought where most might not be found,\n", + "Being one too many by my weary self,\n", + "Pursu’d my humour, not pursuing his,\n", + "And gladly shunn’d who gladly fled from me.\n", + "\n", + "MONTAGUE.\n", + "Many a morning hath he there been seen,\n", + "With tears augmenting the fresh morning’s dew,\n", + "Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;\n", + "But all so soon as the all-cheering sun\n", + "Should in the farthest east begin to draw\n", + "The shady curtains from Aurora’s bed,\n", + "Away from light steals home my heavy son,\n", + "And private in his chamber pens himself,\n", + "Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out\n", + "And makes himself an artificial night.\n", + "Black and portentous must this humour prove,\n", + "Unless good counsel may the cause remove.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "My noble uncle, do you know the cause?\n", + "\n", + "MONTAGUE.\n", + "I neither know it nor can learn of him.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Have you importun’d him by any means?\n", + "\n", + "MONTAGUE.\n", + "Both by myself and many other friends;\n", + "But he, his own affections’ counsellor,\n", + "Is to himself—I will not say how true—\n", + "But to himself so secret and so close,\n", + "So far from sounding and discovery,\n", + "As is the bud bit with an envious worm\n", + "Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,\n", + "Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.\n", + "Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,\n", + "We would as willingly give cure as know.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Romeo.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "See, where he comes. So please you step aside;\n", + "I’ll know his grievance or be much denied.\n", + "\n", + "MONTAGUE.\n", + "I would thou wert so happy by thy stay\n", + "To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let’s away,\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt Montague and Lady Montague._]\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Good morrow, cousin.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Is the day so young?\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "But new struck nine.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Ay me, sad hours seem long.\n", + "Was that my father that went hence so fast?\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Not having that which, having, makes them short.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "In love?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Out.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Of love?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Out of her favour where I am in love.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Alas that love so gentle in his view,\n", + "Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Alas that love, whose view is muffled still,\n", + "Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!\n", + "Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?\n", + "Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.\n", + "Here’s much to do with hate, but more with love:\n", + "Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!\n", + "O anything, of nothing first create!\n", + "O heavy lightness! serious vanity!\n", + "Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!\n", + "Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!\n", + "Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!\n", + "This love feel I, that feel no love in this.\n", + "Dost thou not laugh?\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "No coz, I rather weep.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Good heart, at what?\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "At thy good heart’s oppression.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Why such is love’s transgression.\n", + "Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,\n", + "Which thou wilt propagate to have it prest\n", + "With more of thine. This love that thou hast shown\n", + "Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.\n", + "Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs;\n", + "Being purg’d, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;\n", + "Being vex’d, a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears:\n", + "What is it else? A madness most discreet,\n", + "A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.\n", + "Farewell, my coz.\n", + "\n", + " [_Going._]\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Soft! I will go along:\n", + "And if you leave me so, you do me wrong.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Tut! I have lost myself; I am not here.\n", + "This is not Romeo, he’s some other where.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Tell me in sadness who is that you love?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "What, shall I groan and tell thee?\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Groan! Why, no; but sadly tell me who.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Bid a sick man in sadness make his will,\n", + "A word ill urg’d to one that is so ill.\n", + "In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "I aim’d so near when I suppos’d you lov’d.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "A right good markman, and she’s fair I love.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Well, in that hit you miss: she’ll not be hit\n", + "With Cupid’s arrow, she hath Dian’s wit;\n", + "And in strong proof of chastity well arm’d,\n", + "From love’s weak childish bow she lives uncharm’d.\n", + "She will not stay the siege of loving terms\n", + "Nor bide th’encounter of assailing eyes,\n", + "Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:\n", + "O she’s rich in beauty, only poor\n", + "That when she dies, with beauty dies her store.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste;\n", + "For beauty starv’d with her severity,\n", + "Cuts beauty off from all posterity.\n", + "She is too fair, too wise; wisely too fair,\n", + "To merit bliss by making me despair.\n", + "She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow\n", + "Do I live dead, that live to tell it now.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Be rul’d by me, forget to think of her.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "O teach me how I should forget to think.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "By giving liberty unto thine eyes;\n", + "Examine other beauties.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "’Tis the way\n", + "To call hers, exquisite, in question more.\n", + "These happy masks that kiss fair ladies’ brows,\n", + "Being black, puts us in mind they hide the fair;\n", + "He that is strucken blind cannot forget\n", + "The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.\n", + "Show me a mistress that is passing fair,\n", + "What doth her beauty serve but as a note\n", + "Where I may read who pass’d that passing fair?\n", + "Farewell, thou canst not teach me to forget.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "I’ll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt._]\n", + "\n", + "SCENE II. A Street.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Capulet, Paris and Servant.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "But Montague is bound as well as I,\n", + "In penalty alike; and ’tis not hard, I think,\n", + "For men so old as we to keep the peace.\n", + "\n", + "PARIS.\n", + "Of honourable reckoning are you both,\n", + "And pity ’tis you liv’d at odds so long.\n", + "But now my lord, what say you to my suit?\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "But saying o’er what I have said before.\n", + "My child is yet a stranger in the world,\n", + "She hath not seen the change of fourteen years;\n", + "Let two more summers wither in their pride\n", + "Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.\n", + "\n", + "PARIS.\n", + "Younger than she are happy mothers made.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "And too soon marr’d are those so early made.\n", + "The earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she,\n", + "She is the hopeful lady of my earth:\n", + "But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,\n", + "My will to her consent is but a part;\n", + "And she agree, within her scope of choice\n", + "Lies my consent and fair according voice.\n", + "This night I hold an old accustom’d feast,\n", + "Whereto I have invited many a guest,\n", + "Such as I love, and you among the store,\n", + "One more, most welcome, makes my number more.\n", + "At my poor house look to behold this night\n", + "Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:\n", + "Such comfort as do lusty young men feel\n", + "When well apparell’d April on the heel\n", + "Of limping winter treads, even such delight\n", + "Among fresh female buds shall you this night\n", + "Inherit at my house. Hear all, all see,\n", + "And like her most whose merit most shall be:\n", + "Which, on more view of many, mine, being one,\n", + "May stand in number, though in reckoning none.\n", + "Come, go with me. Go, sirrah, trudge about\n", + "Through fair Verona; find those persons out\n", + "Whose names are written there, [_gives a paper_] and to them say,\n", + "My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt Capulet and Paris._]\n", + "\n", + "SERVANT.\n", + "Find them out whose names are written here! It is written that the\n", + "shoemaker should meddle with his yard and the tailor with his last, the\n", + "fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to\n", + "find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what\n", + "names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned. In good\n", + "time!\n", + "\n", + " Enter Benvolio and Romeo.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Tut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning,\n", + "One pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish;\n", + "Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;\n", + "One desperate grief cures with another’s languish:\n", + "Take thou some new infection to thy eye,\n", + "And the rank poison of the old will die.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Your plantain leaf is excellent for that.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "For what, I pray thee?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "For your broken shin.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Why, Romeo, art thou mad?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Not mad, but bound more than a madman is:\n", + "Shut up in prison, kept without my food,\n", + "Whipp’d and tormented and—God-den, good fellow.\n", + "\n", + "SERVANT.\n", + "God gi’ go-den. I pray, sir, can you read?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.\n", + "\n", + "SERVANT.\n", + "Perhaps you have learned it without book.\n", + "But I pray, can you read anything you see?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Ay, If I know the letters and the language.\n", + "\n", + "SERVANT.\n", + "Ye say honestly, rest you merry!\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Stay, fellow; I can read.\n", + "\n", + " [_He reads the letter._]\n", + "\n", + "_Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;\n", + "County Anselmo and his beauteous sisters;\n", + "The lady widow of Utruvio;\n", + "Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces;\n", + "Mercutio and his brother Valentine;\n", + "Mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daughters;\n", + "My fair niece Rosaline and Livia;\n", + "Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt;\n", + "Lucio and the lively Helena. _\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "A fair assembly. [_Gives back the paper_] Whither should they come?\n", + "\n", + "SERVANT.\n", + "Up.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Whither to supper?\n", + "\n", + "SERVANT.\n", + "To our house.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Whose house?\n", + "\n", + "SERVANT.\n", + "My master’s.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Indeed I should have ask’d you that before.\n", + "\n", + "SERVANT.\n", + "Now I’ll tell you without asking. My master is the great rich Capulet,\n", + "and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray come and crush a\n", + "cup of wine. Rest you merry.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit._]\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "At this same ancient feast of Capulet’s\n", + "Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov’st;\n", + "With all the admired beauties of Verona.\n", + "Go thither and with unattainted eye,\n", + "Compare her face with some that I shall show,\n", + "And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "When the devout religion of mine eye\n", + "Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fire;\n", + "And these who, often drown’d, could never die,\n", + "Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars.\n", + "One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun\n", + "Ne’er saw her match since first the world begun.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,\n", + "Herself pois’d with herself in either eye:\n", + "But in that crystal scales let there be weigh’d\n", + "Your lady’s love against some other maid\n", + "That I will show you shining at this feast,\n", + "And she shall scant show well that now shows best.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "I’ll go along, no such sight to be shown,\n", + "But to rejoice in splendour of my own.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt._]\n", + "\n", + "SCENE III. Room in Capulet’s House.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "Nurse, where’s my daughter? Call her forth to me.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,\n", + "I bade her come. What, lamb! What ladybird!\n", + "God forbid! Where’s this girl? What, Juliet!\n", + "\n", + " Enter Juliet.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "How now, who calls?\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Your mother.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Madam, I am here. What is your will?\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "This is the matter. Nurse, give leave awhile,\n", + "We must talk in secret. Nurse, come back again,\n", + "I have remember’d me, thou’s hear our counsel.\n", + "Thou knowest my daughter’s of a pretty age.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "She’s not fourteen.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "I’ll lay fourteen of my teeth,\n", + "And yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four,\n", + "She is not fourteen. How long is it now\n", + "To Lammas-tide?\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "A fortnight and odd days.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Even or odd, of all days in the year,\n", + "Come Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen.\n", + "Susan and she,—God rest all Christian souls!—\n", + "Were of an age. Well, Susan is with God;\n", + "She was too good for me. But as I said,\n", + "On Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen;\n", + "That shall she, marry; I remember it well.\n", + "’Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;\n", + "And she was wean’d,—I never shall forget it—,\n", + "Of all the days of the year, upon that day:\n", + "For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,\n", + "Sitting in the sun under the dovehouse wall;\n", + "My lord and you were then at Mantua:\n", + "Nay, I do bear a brain. But as I said,\n", + "When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple\n", + "Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,\n", + "To see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug!\n", + "Shake, quoth the dovehouse: ’twas no need, I trow,\n", + "To bid me trudge.\n", + "And since that time it is eleven years;\n", + "For then she could stand alone; nay, by th’rood\n", + "She could have run and waddled all about;\n", + "For even the day before she broke her brow,\n", + "And then my husband,—God be with his soul!\n", + "A was a merry man,—took up the child:\n", + "‘Yea,’ quoth he, ‘dost thou fall upon thy face?\n", + "Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;\n", + "Wilt thou not, Jule?’ and, by my holidame,\n", + "The pretty wretch left crying, and said ‘Ay’.\n", + "To see now how a jest shall come about.\n", + "I warrant, and I should live a thousand years,\n", + "I never should forget it. ‘Wilt thou not, Jule?’ quoth he;\n", + "And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said ‘Ay.’\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "Enough of this; I pray thee hold thy peace.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Yes, madam, yet I cannot choose but laugh,\n", + "To think it should leave crying, and say ‘Ay’;\n", + "And yet I warrant it had upon it brow\n", + "A bump as big as a young cockerel’s stone;\n", + "A perilous knock, and it cried bitterly.\n", + "‘Yea,’ quoth my husband, ‘fall’st upon thy face?\n", + "Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;\n", + "Wilt thou not, Jule?’ it stinted, and said ‘Ay’.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "And stint thou too, I pray thee, Nurse, say I.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace\n", + "Thou wast the prettiest babe that e’er I nurs’d:\n", + "And I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "Marry, that marry is the very theme\n", + "I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,\n", + "How stands your disposition to be married?\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "It is an honour that I dream not of.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "An honour! Were not I thine only nurse,\n", + "I would say thou hadst suck’d wisdom from thy teat.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "Well, think of marriage now: younger than you,\n", + "Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,\n", + "Are made already mothers. By my count\n", + "I was your mother much upon these years\n", + "That you are now a maid. Thus, then, in brief;\n", + "The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "A man, young lady! Lady, such a man\n", + "As all the world—why he’s a man of wax.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "Verona’s summer hath not such a flower.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Nay, he’s a flower, in faith a very flower.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "What say you, can you love the gentleman?\n", + "This night you shall behold him at our feast;\n", + "Read o’er the volume of young Paris’ face,\n", + "And find delight writ there with beauty’s pen.\n", + "Examine every married lineament,\n", + "And see how one another lends content;\n", + "And what obscur’d in this fair volume lies,\n", + "Find written in the margent of his eyes.\n", + "This precious book of love, this unbound lover,\n", + "To beautify him, only lacks a cover:\n", + "The fish lives in the sea; and ’tis much pride\n", + "For fair without the fair within to hide.\n", + "That book in many’s eyes doth share the glory,\n", + "That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;\n", + "So shall you share all that he doth possess,\n", + "By having him, making yourself no less.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "No less, nay bigger. Women grow by men.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "Speak briefly, can you like of Paris’ love?\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "I’ll look to like, if looking liking move:\n", + "But no more deep will I endart mine eye\n", + "Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.\n", + "\n", + " Enter a Servant.\n", + "\n", + "SERVANT.\n", + "Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady\n", + "asked for, the Nurse cursed in the pantry, and everything in extremity.\n", + "I must hence to wait, I beseech you follow straight.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "We follow thee.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit Servant._]\n", + "\n", + "Juliet, the County stays.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt._]\n", + "\n", + "SCENE IV. A Street.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six Maskers;\n", + " Torch-bearers and others.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?\n", + "Or shall we on without apology?\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "The date is out of such prolixity:\n", + "We’ll have no Cupid hoodwink’d with a scarf,\n", + "Bearing a Tartar’s painted bow of lath,\n", + "Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;\n", + "Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke\n", + "After the prompter, for our entrance:\n", + "But let them measure us by what they will,\n", + "We’ll measure them a measure, and be gone.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Give me a torch, I am not for this ambling;\n", + "Being but heavy I will bear the light.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Not I, believe me, you have dancing shoes,\n", + "With nimble soles, I have a soul of lead\n", + "So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "You are a lover, borrow Cupid’s wings,\n", + "And soar with them above a common bound.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "I am too sore enpierced with his shaft\n", + "To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,\n", + "I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe.\n", + "Under love’s heavy burden do I sink.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "And, to sink in it, should you burden love;\n", + "Too great oppression for a tender thing.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,\n", + "Too rude, too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "If love be rough with you, be rough with love;\n", + "Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.\n", + "Give me a case to put my visage in: [_Putting on a mask._]\n", + "A visor for a visor. What care I\n", + "What curious eye doth quote deformities?\n", + "Here are the beetle-brows shall blush for me.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in\n", + "But every man betake him to his legs.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart,\n", + "Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels;\n", + "For I am proverb’d with a grandsire phrase,\n", + "I’ll be a candle-holder and look on,\n", + "The game was ne’er so fair, and I am done.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Tut, dun’s the mouse, the constable’s own word:\n", + "If thou art dun, we’ll draw thee from the mire\n", + "Or save your reverence love, wherein thou stickest\n", + "Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Nay, that’s not so.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "I mean sir, in delay\n", + "We waste our lights in vain, light lights by day.\n", + "Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits\n", + "Five times in that ere once in our five wits.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "And we mean well in going to this mask;\n", + "But ’tis no wit to go.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Why, may one ask?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "I dreamt a dream tonight.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "And so did I.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Well what was yours?\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "That dreamers often lie.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.\n", + "She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes\n", + "In shape no bigger than an agate-stone\n", + "On the fore-finger of an alderman,\n", + "Drawn with a team of little atomies\n", + "Over men’s noses as they lie asleep:\n", + "Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners’ legs;\n", + "The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;\n", + "Her traces, of the smallest spider’s web;\n", + "The collars, of the moonshine’s watery beams;\n", + "Her whip of cricket’s bone; the lash, of film;\n", + "Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat,\n", + "Not half so big as a round little worm\n", + "Prick’d from the lazy finger of a maid:\n", + "Her chariot is an empty hazelnut,\n", + "Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,\n", + "Time out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers.\n", + "And in this state she gallops night by night\n", + "Through lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love;\n", + "O’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on curtsies straight;\n", + "O’er lawyers’ fingers, who straight dream on fees;\n", + "O’er ladies’ lips, who straight on kisses dream,\n", + "Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,\n", + "Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:\n", + "Sometime she gallops o’er a courtier’s nose,\n", + "And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;\n", + "And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig’s tail,\n", + "Tickling a parson’s nose as a lies asleep,\n", + "Then dreams he of another benefice:\n", + "Sometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck,\n", + "And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,\n", + "Of breaches, ambuscados, Spanish blades,\n", + "Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon\n", + "Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes;\n", + "And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two,\n", + "And sleeps again. This is that very Mab\n", + "That plats the manes of horses in the night;\n", + "And bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs,\n", + "Which, once untangled, much misfortune bodes:\n", + "This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,\n", + "That presses them, and learns them first to bear,\n", + "Making them women of good carriage:\n", + "This is she,—\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace,\n", + "Thou talk’st of nothing.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "True, I talk of dreams,\n", + "Which are the children of an idle brain,\n", + "Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,\n", + "Which is as thin of substance as the air,\n", + "And more inconstant than the wind, who woos\n", + "Even now the frozen bosom of the north,\n", + "And, being anger’d, puffs away from thence,\n", + "Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves:\n", + "Supper is done, and we shall come too late.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "I fear too early: for my mind misgives\n", + "Some consequence yet hanging in the stars,\n", + "Shall bitterly begin his fearful date\n", + "With this night’s revels; and expire the term\n", + "Of a despised life, clos’d in my breast\n", + "By some vile forfeit of untimely death.\n", + "But he that hath the steerage of my course\n", + "Direct my suit. On, lusty gentlemen!\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Strike, drum.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt._]\n", + "\n", + "SCENE V. A Hall in Capulet’s House.\n", + "\n", + " Musicians waiting. Enter Servants.\n", + "\n", + "FIRST SERVANT.\n", + "Where’s Potpan, that he helps not to take away?\n", + "He shift a trencher! He scrape a trencher!\n", + "\n", + "SECOND SERVANT.\n", + "When good manners shall lie all in one or two men’s hands, and they\n", + "unwash’d too, ’tis a foul thing.\n", + "\n", + "FIRST SERVANT.\n", + "Away with the join-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the\n", + "plate. Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and as thou loves me,\n", + "let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. Antony and Potpan!\n", + "\n", + "SECOND SERVANT.\n", + "Ay, boy, ready.\n", + "\n", + "FIRST SERVANT.\n", + "You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the\n", + "great chamber.\n", + "\n", + "SECOND SERVANT.\n", + "We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys. Be brisk awhile, and\n", + "the longer liver take all.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt._]\n", + "\n", + " Enter Capulet, &c. with the Guests and Gentlewomen to the Maskers.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Welcome, gentlemen, ladies that have their toes\n", + "Unplagu’d with corns will have a bout with you.\n", + "Ah my mistresses, which of you all\n", + "Will now deny to dance? She that makes dainty,\n", + "She I’ll swear hath corns. Am I come near ye now?\n", + "Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day\n", + "That I have worn a visor, and could tell\n", + "A whispering tale in a fair lady’s ear,\n", + "Such as would please; ’tis gone, ’tis gone, ’tis gone,\n", + "You are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians, play.\n", + "A hall, a hall, give room! And foot it, girls.\n", + "\n", + " [_Music plays, and they dance._]\n", + "\n", + "More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,\n", + "And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.\n", + "Ah sirrah, this unlook’d-for sport comes well.\n", + "Nay sit, nay sit, good cousin Capulet,\n", + "For you and I are past our dancing days;\n", + "How long is’t now since last yourself and I\n", + "Were in a mask?\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET’S COUSIN.\n", + "By’r Lady, thirty years.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "What, man, ’tis not so much, ’tis not so much:\n", + "’Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio,\n", + "Come Pentecost as quickly as it will,\n", + "Some five and twenty years; and then we mask’d.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET’S COUSIN.\n", + "’Tis more, ’tis more, his son is elder, sir;\n", + "His son is thirty.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Will you tell me that?\n", + "His son was but a ward two years ago.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand\n", + "Of yonder knight?\n", + "\n", + "SERVANT.\n", + "I know not, sir.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!\n", + "It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night\n", + "As a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear;\n", + "Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!\n", + "So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows\n", + "As yonder lady o’er her fellows shows.\n", + "The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,\n", + "And touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.\n", + "Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!\n", + "For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.\n", + "\n", + "TYBALT.\n", + "This by his voice, should be a Montague.\n", + "Fetch me my rapier, boy. What, dares the slave\n", + "Come hither, cover’d with an antic face,\n", + "To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?\n", + "Now by the stock and honour of my kin,\n", + "To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Why how now, kinsman!\n", + "Wherefore storm you so?\n", + "\n", + "TYBALT.\n", + "Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;\n", + "A villain that is hither come in spite,\n", + "To scorn at our solemnity this night.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Young Romeo, is it?\n", + "\n", + "TYBALT.\n", + "’Tis he, that villain Romeo.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone,\n", + "A bears him like a portly gentleman;\n", + "And, to say truth, Verona brags of him\n", + "To be a virtuous and well-govern’d youth.\n", + "I would not for the wealth of all the town\n", + "Here in my house do him disparagement.\n", + "Therefore be patient, take no note of him,\n", + "It is my will; the which if thou respect,\n", + "Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,\n", + "An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.\n", + "\n", + "TYBALT.\n", + "It fits when such a villain is a guest:\n", + "I’ll not endure him.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "He shall be endur’d.\n", + "What, goodman boy! I say he shall, go to;\n", + "Am I the master here, or you? Go to.\n", + "You’ll not endure him! God shall mend my soul,\n", + "You’ll make a mutiny among my guests!\n", + "You will set cock-a-hoop, you’ll be the man!\n", + "\n", + "TYBALT.\n", + "Why, uncle, ’tis a shame.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Go to, go to!\n", + "You are a saucy boy. Is’t so, indeed?\n", + "This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what.\n", + "You must contrary me! Marry, ’tis time.\n", + "Well said, my hearts!—You are a princox; go:\n", + "Be quiet, or—More light, more light!—For shame!\n", + "I’ll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts.\n", + "\n", + "TYBALT.\n", + "Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting\n", + "Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.\n", + "I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall,\n", + "Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit._]\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "[_To Juliet._] If I profane with my unworthiest hand\n", + "This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this,\n", + "My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand\n", + "To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,\n", + "Which mannerly devotion shows in this;\n", + "For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,\n", + "And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do:\n", + "They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take.\n", + "Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg’d.\n", + "[_Kissing her._]\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Then have my lips the sin that they have took.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg’d!\n", + "Give me my sin again.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "You kiss by the book.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Madam, your mother craves a word with you.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "What is her mother?\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Marry, bachelor,\n", + "Her mother is the lady of the house,\n", + "And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous.\n", + "I nurs’d her daughter that you talk’d withal.\n", + "I tell you, he that can lay hold of her\n", + "Shall have the chinks.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Is she a Capulet?\n", + "O dear account! My life is my foe’s debt.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Away, be gone; the sport is at the best.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone,\n", + "We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.\n", + "Is it e’en so? Why then, I thank you all;\n", + "I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.\n", + "More torches here! Come on then, let’s to bed.\n", + "Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late,\n", + "I’ll to my rest.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse._]\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Come hither, Nurse. What is yond gentleman?\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "The son and heir of old Tiberio.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "What’s he that now is going out of door?\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Marry, that I think be young Petruchio.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "What’s he that follows here, that would not dance?\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "I know not.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Go ask his name. If he be married,\n", + "My grave is like to be my wedding bed.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "His name is Romeo, and a Montague,\n", + "The only son of your great enemy.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "My only love sprung from my only hate!\n", + "Too early seen unknown, and known too late!\n", + "Prodigious birth of love it is to me,\n", + "That I must love a loathed enemy.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "What’s this? What’s this?\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "A rhyme I learn’d even now\n", + "Of one I danc’d withal.\n", + "\n", + " [_One calls within, ‘Juliet’._]\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Anon, anon!\n", + "Come let’s away, the strangers all are gone.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt._]\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "ACT II\n", + "\n", + "\n", + " Enter Chorus.\n", + "\n", + "CHORUS.\n", + "Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie,\n", + "And young affection gapes to be his heir;\n", + "That fair for which love groan’d for and would die,\n", + "With tender Juliet match’d, is now not fair.\n", + "Now Romeo is belov’d, and loves again,\n", + "Alike bewitched by the charm of looks;\n", + "But to his foe suppos’d he must complain,\n", + "And she steal love’s sweet bait from fearful hooks:\n", + "Being held a foe, he may not have access\n", + "To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;\n", + "And she as much in love, her means much less\n", + "To meet her new beloved anywhere.\n", + "But passion lends them power, time means, to meet,\n", + "Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit._]\n", + "\n", + "SCENE I. An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Romeo.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Can I go forward when my heart is here?\n", + "Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.\n", + "\n", + " [_He climbs the wall and leaps down within it._]\n", + "\n", + " Enter Benvolio and Mercutio.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Romeo! My cousin Romeo! Romeo!\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "He is wise,\n", + "And on my life hath stol’n him home to bed.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "He ran this way, and leap’d this orchard wall:\n", + "Call, good Mercutio.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Nay, I’ll conjure too.\n", + "Romeo! Humours! Madman! Passion! Lover!\n", + "Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh,\n", + "Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;\n", + "Cry but ‘Ah me!’ Pronounce but Love and dove;\n", + "Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,\n", + "One nickname for her purblind son and heir,\n", + "Young Abraham Cupid, he that shot so trim\n", + "When King Cophetua lov’d the beggar-maid.\n", + "He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;\n", + "The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.\n", + "I conjure thee by Rosaline’s bright eyes,\n", + "By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,\n", + "By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh,\n", + "And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,\n", + "That in thy likeness thou appear to us.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "This cannot anger him. ’Twould anger him\n", + "To raise a spirit in his mistress’ circle,\n", + "Of some strange nature, letting it there stand\n", + "Till she had laid it, and conjur’d it down;\n", + "That were some spite. My invocation\n", + "Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress’ name,\n", + "I conjure only but to raise up him.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Come, he hath hid himself among these trees\n", + "To be consorted with the humorous night.\n", + "Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.\n", + "Now will he sit under a medlar tree,\n", + "And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit\n", + "As maids call medlars when they laugh alone.\n", + "O Romeo, that she were, O that she were\n", + "An open-arse and thou a poperin pear!\n", + "Romeo, good night. I’ll to my truckle-bed.\n", + "This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep.\n", + "Come, shall we go?\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Go then; for ’tis in vain\n", + "To seek him here that means not to be found.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt._]\n", + "\n", + "SCENE II. Capulet’s Garden.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Romeo.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "He jests at scars that never felt a wound.\n", + "\n", + " Juliet appears above at a window.\n", + "\n", + "But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?\n", + "It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!\n", + "Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon,\n", + "Who is already sick and pale with grief,\n", + "That thou her maid art far more fair than she.\n", + "Be not her maid since she is envious;\n", + "Her vestal livery is but sick and green,\n", + "And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.\n", + "It is my lady, O it is my love!\n", + "O, that she knew she were!\n", + "She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?\n", + "Her eye discourses, I will answer it.\n", + "I am too bold, ’tis not to me she speaks.\n", + "Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,\n", + "Having some business, do entreat her eyes\n", + "To twinkle in their spheres till they return.\n", + "What if her eyes were there, they in her head?\n", + "The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,\n", + "As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven\n", + "Would through the airy region stream so bright\n", + "That birds would sing and think it were not night.\n", + "See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.\n", + "O that I were a glove upon that hand,\n", + "That I might touch that cheek.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Ay me.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "She speaks.\n", + "O speak again bright angel, for thou art\n", + "As glorious to this night, being o’er my head,\n", + "As is a winged messenger of heaven\n", + "Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes\n", + "Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him\n", + "When he bestrides the lazy-puffing clouds\n", + "And sails upon the bosom of the air.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?\n", + "Deny thy father and refuse thy name.\n", + "Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,\n", + "And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "[_Aside._] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "’Tis but thy name that is my enemy;\n", + "Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.\n", + "What’s Montague? It is nor hand nor foot,\n", + "Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part\n", + "Belonging to a man. O be some other name.\n", + "What’s in a name? That which we call a rose\n", + "By any other name would smell as sweet;\n", + "So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,\n", + "Retain that dear perfection which he owes\n", + "Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,\n", + "And for thy name, which is no part of thee,\n", + "Take all myself.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "I take thee at thy word.\n", + "Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptis’d;\n", + "Henceforth I never will be Romeo.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "What man art thou that, thus bescreen’d in night\n", + "So stumblest on my counsel?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "By a name\n", + "I know not how to tell thee who I am:\n", + "My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,\n", + "Because it is an enemy to thee.\n", + "Had I it written, I would tear the word.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words\n", + "Of thy tongue’s utterance, yet I know the sound.\n", + "Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "How cam’st thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?\n", + "The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,\n", + "And the place death, considering who thou art,\n", + "If any of my kinsmen find thee here.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls,\n", + "For stony limits cannot hold love out,\n", + "And what love can do, that dares love attempt:\n", + "Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "If they do see thee, they will murder thee.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye\n", + "Than twenty of their swords. Look thou but sweet,\n", + "And I am proof against their enmity.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "I would not for the world they saw thee here.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "I have night’s cloak to hide me from their eyes,\n", + "And but thou love me, let them find me here.\n", + "My life were better ended by their hate\n", + "Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "By whose direction found’st thou out this place?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "By love, that first did prompt me to enquire;\n", + "He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.\n", + "I am no pilot; yet wert thou as far\n", + "As that vast shore wash’d with the farthest sea,\n", + "I should adventure for such merchandise.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face,\n", + "Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek\n", + "For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.\n", + "Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny\n", + "What I have spoke; but farewell compliment.\n", + "Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say Ay,\n", + "And I will take thy word. Yet, if thou swear’st,\n", + "Thou mayst prove false. At lovers’ perjuries,\n", + "They say Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,\n", + "If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.\n", + "Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won,\n", + "I’ll frown and be perverse, and say thee nay,\n", + "So thou wilt woo. But else, not for the world.\n", + "In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;\n", + "And therefore thou mayst think my ’haviour light:\n", + "But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true\n", + "Than those that have more cunning to be strange.\n", + "I should have been more strange, I must confess,\n", + "But that thou overheard’st, ere I was ’ware,\n", + "My true-love passion; therefore pardon me,\n", + "And not impute this yielding to light love,\n", + "Which the dark night hath so discovered.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow,\n", + "That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops,—\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "O swear not by the moon, th’inconstant moon,\n", + "That monthly changes in her circled orb,\n", + "Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "What shall I swear by?\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Do not swear at all.\n", + "Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,\n", + "Which is the god of my idolatry,\n", + "And I’ll believe thee.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "If my heart’s dear love,—\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,\n", + "I have no joy of this contract tonight;\n", + "It is too rash, too unadvis’d, too sudden,\n", + "Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be\n", + "Ere one can say “It lightens.” Sweet, good night.\n", + "This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,\n", + "May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.\n", + "Good night, good night. As sweet repose and rest\n", + "Come to thy heart as that within my breast.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Th’exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "I gave thee mine before thou didst request it;\n", + "And yet I would it were to give again.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Would’st thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "But to be frank and give it thee again.\n", + "And yet I wish but for the thing I have;\n", + "My bounty is as boundless as the sea,\n", + "My love as deep; the more I give to thee,\n", + "The more I have, for both are infinite.\n", + "I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu.\n", + "[_Nurse calls within._]\n", + "Anon, good Nurse!—Sweet Montague be true.\n", + "Stay but a little, I will come again.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit._]\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "O blessed, blessed night. I am afeard,\n", + "Being in night, all this is but a dream,\n", + "Too flattering sweet to be substantial.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Juliet above.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.\n", + "If that thy bent of love be honourable,\n", + "Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow,\n", + "By one that I’ll procure to come to thee,\n", + "Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite,\n", + "And all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay\n", + "And follow thee my lord throughout the world.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "[_Within._] Madam.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "I come, anon.— But if thou meanest not well,\n", + "I do beseech thee,—\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "[_Within._] Madam.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "By and by I come—\n", + "To cease thy strife and leave me to my grief.\n", + "Tomorrow will I send.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "So thrive my soul,—\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "A thousand times good night.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit._]\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.\n", + "Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books,\n", + "But love from love, towards school with heavy looks.\n", + "\n", + " [_Retiring slowly._]\n", + "\n", + " Re-enter Juliet, above.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Hist! Romeo, hist! O for a falconer’s voice\n", + "To lure this tassel-gentle back again.\n", + "Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud,\n", + "Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,\n", + "And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine\n", + "With repetition of my Romeo’s name.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "It is my soul that calls upon my name.\n", + "How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night,\n", + "Like softest music to attending ears.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Romeo.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "My dear?\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "What o’clock tomorrow\n", + "Shall I send to thee?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "By the hour of nine.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "I will not fail. ’Tis twenty years till then.\n", + "I have forgot why I did call thee back.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Let me stand here till thou remember it.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,\n", + "Remembering how I love thy company.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "And I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget,\n", + "Forgetting any other home but this.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "’Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone,\n", + "And yet no farther than a wanton’s bird,\n", + "That lets it hop a little from her hand,\n", + "Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,\n", + "And with a silk thread plucks it back again,\n", + "So loving-jealous of his liberty.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "I would I were thy bird.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Sweet, so would I:\n", + "Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.\n", + "Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow\n", + "That I shall say good night till it be morrow.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit._]\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast.\n", + "Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.\n", + "Hence will I to my ghostly Sire’s cell,\n", + "His help to crave and my dear hap to tell.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit._]\n", + "\n", + "SCENE III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Friar Lawrence with a basket.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "The grey-ey’d morn smiles on the frowning night,\n", + "Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light;\n", + "And fleckled darkness like a drunkard reels\n", + "From forth day’s pathway, made by Titan’s fiery wheels\n", + "Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,\n", + "The day to cheer, and night’s dank dew to dry,\n", + "I must upfill this osier cage of ours\n", + "With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.\n", + "The earth that’s nature’s mother, is her tomb;\n", + "What is her burying grave, that is her womb:\n", + "And from her womb children of divers kind\n", + "We sucking on her natural bosom find.\n", + "Many for many virtues excellent,\n", + "None but for some, and yet all different.\n", + "O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies\n", + "In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities.\n", + "For naught so vile that on the earth doth live\n", + "But to the earth some special good doth give;\n", + "Nor aught so good but, strain’d from that fair use,\n", + "Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.\n", + "Virtue itself turns vice being misapplied,\n", + "And vice sometime’s by action dignified.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Romeo.\n", + "\n", + "Within the infant rind of this weak flower\n", + "Poison hath residence, and medicine power:\n", + "For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;\n", + "Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.\n", + "Two such opposed kings encamp them still\n", + "In man as well as herbs,—grace and rude will;\n", + "And where the worser is predominant,\n", + "Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Good morrow, father.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Benedicite!\n", + "What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?\n", + "Young son, it argues a distemper’d head\n", + "So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed.\n", + "Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye,\n", + "And where care lodges sleep will never lie;\n", + "But where unbruised youth with unstuff’d brain\n", + "Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.\n", + "Therefore thy earliness doth me assure\n", + "Thou art uprous’d with some distemperature;\n", + "Or if not so, then here I hit it right,\n", + "Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "God pardon sin. Wast thou with Rosaline?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "With Rosaline, my ghostly father? No.\n", + "I have forgot that name, and that name’s woe.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "That’s my good son. But where hast thou been then?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "I’ll tell thee ere thou ask it me again.\n", + "I have been feasting with mine enemy,\n", + "Where on a sudden one hath wounded me\n", + "That’s by me wounded. Both our remedies\n", + "Within thy help and holy physic lies.\n", + "I bear no hatred, blessed man; for lo,\n", + "My intercession likewise steads my foe.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;\n", + "Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Then plainly know my heart’s dear love is set\n", + "On the fair daughter of rich Capulet.\n", + "As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;\n", + "And all combin’d, save what thou must combine\n", + "By holy marriage. When, and where, and how\n", + "We met, we woo’d, and made exchange of vow,\n", + "I’ll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,\n", + "That thou consent to marry us today.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Holy Saint Francis! What a change is here!\n", + "Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear,\n", + "So soon forsaken? Young men’s love then lies\n", + "Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.\n", + "Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine\n", + "Hath wash’d thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!\n", + "How much salt water thrown away in waste,\n", + "To season love, that of it doth not taste.\n", + "The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,\n", + "Thy old groans yet ring in mine ancient ears.\n", + "Lo here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit\n", + "Of an old tear that is not wash’d off yet.\n", + "If ere thou wast thyself, and these woes thine,\n", + "Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline,\n", + "And art thou chang’d? Pronounce this sentence then,\n", + "Women may fall, when there’s no strength in men.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Thou chidd’st me oft for loving Rosaline.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "And bad’st me bury love.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Not in a grave\n", + "To lay one in, another out to have.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "I pray thee chide me not, her I love now\n", + "Doth grace for grace and love for love allow.\n", + "The other did not so.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "O, she knew well\n", + "Thy love did read by rote, that could not spell.\n", + "But come young waverer, come go with me,\n", + "In one respect I’ll thy assistant be;\n", + "For this alliance may so happy prove,\n", + "To turn your households’ rancour to pure love.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "O let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt._]\n", + "\n", + "SCENE IV. A Street.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Benvolio and Mercutio.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Where the devil should this Romeo be? Came he not home tonight?\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Not to his father’s; I spoke with his man.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Why, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline, torments him so\n", + "that he will sure run mad.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet, hath sent a letter to his father’s\n", + "house.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "A challenge, on my life.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Romeo will answer it.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Any man that can write may answer a letter.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Nay, he will answer the letter’s master, how he dares, being dared.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Alas poor Romeo, he is already dead, stabbed with a white wench’s black\n", + "eye; run through the ear with a love song, the very pin of his heart\n", + "cleft with the blind bow-boy’s butt-shaft. And is he a man to encounter\n", + "Tybalt?\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Why, what is Tybalt?\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "More than Prince of cats. O, he’s the courageous captain of\n", + "compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance,\n", + "and proportion. He rests his minim rest, one, two, and the third in\n", + "your bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist;\n", + "a gentleman of the very first house, of the first and second cause. Ah,\n", + "the immortal passado, the punto reverso, the hay.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "The what?\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "The pox of such antic lisping, affecting phantasies; these new tuners\n", + "of accent. By Jesu, a very good blade, a very tall man, a very good\n", + "whore. Why, is not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should\n", + "be thus afflicted with these strange flies, these fashion-mongers,\n", + "these pardon-me’s, who stand so much on the new form that they cannot\n", + "sit at ease on the old bench? O their bones, their bones!\n", + "\n", + " Enter Romeo.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo!\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Without his roe, like a dried herring. O flesh, flesh, how art thou\n", + "fishified! Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in. Laura, to\n", + "his lady, was but a kitchen wench,—marry, she had a better love to\n", + "berhyme her: Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gypsy; Helen and Hero hildings\n", + "and harlots; Thisbe a grey eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior\n", + "Romeo, bonjour! There’s a French salutation to your French slop. You\n", + "gave us the counterfeit fairly last night.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "The slip sir, the slip; can you not conceive?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great, and in such a case as\n", + "mine a man may strain courtesy.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "That’s as much as to say, such a case as yours constrains a man to bow\n", + "in the hams.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Meaning, to curtsy.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Thou hast most kindly hit it.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "A most courteous exposition.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Pink for flower.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Right.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Why, then is my pump well flowered.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Sure wit, follow me this jest now, till thou hast worn out thy pump,\n", + "that when the single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain after the\n", + "wearing, solely singular.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "O single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness!\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I’ll cry a match.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I am done. For thou hast\n", + "more of the wild-goose in one of thy wits, than I am sure, I have in my\n", + "whole five. Was I with you there for the goose?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Thou wast never with me for anything, when thou wast not there for the\n", + "goose.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Nay, good goose, bite not.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting, it is a most sharp sauce.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "And is it not then well served in to a sweet goose?\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "O here’s a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an inch narrow to an\n", + "ell broad.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "I stretch it out for that word broad, which added to the goose, proves\n", + "thee far and wide a broad goose.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? Now art thou\n", + "sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art thou what thou art, by art as\n", + "well as by nature. For this drivelling love is like a great natural,\n", + "that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Stop there, stop there.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short, for I was come to the\n", + "whole depth of my tale, and meant indeed to occupy the argument no\n", + "longer.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Nurse and Peter.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Here’s goodly gear!\n", + "A sail, a sail!\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Two, two; a shirt and a smock.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Peter!\n", + "\n", + "PETER.\n", + "Anon.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "My fan, Peter.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan’s the fairer face.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "God ye good morrow, gentlemen.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "God ye good-den, fair gentlewoman.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Is it good-den?\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "’Tis no less, I tell ye; for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the\n", + "prick of noon.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Out upon you! What a man are you?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to mar.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "By my troth, it is well said; for himself to mar, quoth a? Gentlemen,\n", + "can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "I can tell you: but young Romeo will be older when you have found him\n", + "than he was when you sought him. I am the youngest of that name, for\n", + "fault of a worse.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "You say well.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Yea, is the worst well? Very well took, i’faith; wisely, wisely.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "She will endite him to some supper.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho!\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "What hast thou found?\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie, that is something\n", + "stale and hoar ere it be spent.\n", + "[_Sings._]\n", + " An old hare hoar,\n", + " And an old hare hoar,\n", + " Is very good meat in Lent;\n", + " But a hare that is hoar\n", + " Is too much for a score\n", + " When it hoars ere it be spent.\n", + "Romeo, will you come to your father’s? We’ll to dinner thither.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "I will follow you.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, lady, lady.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio._]\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this that was so full of his\n", + "ropery?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "A gentleman, Nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak\n", + "more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "And a speak anything against me, I’ll take him down, and a were lustier\n", + "than he is, and twenty such Jacks. And if I cannot, I’ll find those\n", + "that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am none of\n", + "his skains-mates.—And thou must stand by too and suffer every knave to\n", + "use me at his pleasure!\n", + "\n", + "PETER.\n", + "I saw no man use you at his pleasure; if I had, my weapon should\n", + "quickly have been out. I warrant you, I dare draw as soon as another\n", + "man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Now, afore God, I am so vexed that every part about me quivers. Scurvy\n", + "knave. Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bid me\n", + "enquire you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself. But first\n", + "let me tell ye, if ye should lead her in a fool’s paradise, as they\n", + "say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they say; for the\n", + "gentlewoman is young. And therefore, if you should deal double with\n", + "her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and\n", + "very weak dealing.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto\n", + "thee,—\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Good heart, and i’faith I will tell her as much. Lord, Lord, she will\n", + "be a joyful woman.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "What wilt thou tell her, Nurse? Thou dost not mark me.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "I will tell her, sir, that you do protest, which, as I take it, is a\n", + "gentlemanlike offer.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Bid her devise\n", + "Some means to come to shrift this afternoon,\n", + "And there she shall at Friar Lawrence’ cell\n", + "Be shriv’d and married. Here is for thy pains.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "No truly, sir; not a penny.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Go to; I say you shall.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "This afternoon, sir? Well, she shall be there.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "And stay, good Nurse, behind the abbey wall.\n", + "Within this hour my man shall be with thee,\n", + "And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair,\n", + "Which to the high topgallant of my joy\n", + "Must be my convoy in the secret night.\n", + "Farewell, be trusty, and I’ll quit thy pains;\n", + "Farewell; commend me to thy mistress.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Now God in heaven bless thee. Hark you, sir.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "What say’st thou, my dear Nurse?\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Is your man secret? Did you ne’er hear say,\n", + "Two may keep counsel, putting one away?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "I warrant thee my man’s as true as steel.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Well, sir, my mistress is the sweetest lady. Lord, Lord! When ’twas a\n", + "little prating thing,—O, there is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that\n", + "would fain lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief see a\n", + "toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her sometimes, and tell her that\n", + "Paris is the properer man, but I’ll warrant you, when I say so, she\n", + "looks as pale as any clout in the versal world. Doth not rosemary and\n", + "Romeo begin both with a letter?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Ay, Nurse; what of that? Both with an R.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Ah, mocker! That’s the dog’s name. R is for the—no, I know it begins\n", + "with some other letter, and she hath the prettiest sententious of it,\n", + "of you and rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Commend me to thy lady.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Ay, a thousand times. Peter!\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit Romeo._]\n", + "\n", + "PETER.\n", + "Anon.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Before and apace.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt._]\n", + "\n", + "SCENE V. Capulet’s Garden.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Juliet.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "The clock struck nine when I did send the Nurse,\n", + "In half an hour she promised to return.\n", + "Perchance she cannot meet him. That’s not so.\n", + "O, she is lame. Love’s heralds should be thoughts,\n", + "Which ten times faster glides than the sun’s beams,\n", + "Driving back shadows over lowering hills:\n", + "Therefore do nimble-pinion’d doves draw love,\n", + "And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.\n", + "Now is the sun upon the highmost hill\n", + "Of this day’s journey, and from nine till twelve\n", + "Is three long hours, yet she is not come.\n", + "Had she affections and warm youthful blood,\n", + "She’d be as swift in motion as a ball;\n", + "My words would bandy her to my sweet love,\n", + "And his to me.\n", + "But old folks, many feign as they were dead;\n", + "Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Nurse and Peter.\n", + "\n", + "O God, she comes. O honey Nurse, what news?\n", + "Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Peter, stay at the gate.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit Peter._]\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Now, good sweet Nurse,—O Lord, why look’st thou sad?\n", + "Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;\n", + "If good, thou sham’st the music of sweet news\n", + "By playing it to me with so sour a face.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "I am aweary, give me leave awhile;\n", + "Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have I had!\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news:\n", + "Nay come, I pray thee speak; good, good Nurse, speak.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Jesu, what haste? Can you not stay a while? Do you not see that I am\n", + "out of breath?\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath\n", + "To say to me that thou art out of breath?\n", + "The excuse that thou dost make in this delay\n", + "Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.\n", + "Is thy news good or bad? Answer to that;\n", + "Say either, and I’ll stay the circumstance.\n", + "Let me be satisfied, is’t good or bad?\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to choose a man.\n", + "Romeo? No, not he. Though his face be better than any man’s, yet his\n", + "leg excels all men’s, and for a hand and a foot, and a body, though\n", + "they be not to be talked on, yet they are past compare. He is not the\n", + "flower of courtesy, but I’ll warrant him as gentle as a lamb. Go thy\n", + "ways, wench, serve God. What, have you dined at home?\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "No, no. But all this did I know before.\n", + "What says he of our marriage? What of that?\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Lord, how my head aches! What a head have I!\n", + "It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.\n", + "My back o’ t’other side,—O my back, my back!\n", + "Beshrew your heart for sending me about\n", + "To catch my death with jauncing up and down.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "I’faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.\n", + "Sweet, sweet, sweet Nurse, tell me, what says my love?\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Your love says like an honest gentleman,\n", + "And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome,\n", + "And I warrant a virtuous,—Where is your mother?\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Where is my mother? Why, she is within.\n", + "Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest.\n", + "‘Your love says, like an honest gentleman,\n", + "‘Where is your mother?’\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "O God’s lady dear,\n", + "Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow.\n", + "Is this the poultice for my aching bones?\n", + "Henceforward do your messages yourself.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Here’s such a coil. Come, what says Romeo?\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Have you got leave to go to shrift today?\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "I have.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Then hie you hence to Friar Lawrence’ cell;\n", + "There stays a husband to make you a wife.\n", + "Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,\n", + "They’ll be in scarlet straight at any news.\n", + "Hie you to church. I must another way,\n", + "To fetch a ladder by the which your love\n", + "Must climb a bird’s nest soon when it is dark.\n", + "I am the drudge, and toil in your delight;\n", + "But you shall bear the burden soon at night.\n", + "Go. I’ll to dinner; hie you to the cell.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Hie to high fortune! Honest Nurse, farewell.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt._]\n", + "\n", + "SCENE VI. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Friar Lawrence and Romeo.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "So smile the heavens upon this holy act\n", + "That after-hours with sorrow chide us not.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Amen, amen, but come what sorrow can,\n", + "It cannot countervail the exchange of joy\n", + "That one short minute gives me in her sight.\n", + "Do thou but close our hands with holy words,\n", + "Then love-devouring death do what he dare,\n", + "It is enough I may but call her mine.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "These violent delights have violent ends,\n", + "And in their triumph die; like fire and powder,\n", + "Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey\n", + "Is loathsome in his own deliciousness,\n", + "And in the taste confounds the appetite.\n", + "Therefore love moderately: long love doth so;\n", + "Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Juliet.\n", + "\n", + "Here comes the lady. O, so light a foot\n", + "Will ne’er wear out the everlasting flint.\n", + "A lover may bestride the gossamers\n", + "That idles in the wanton summer air\n", + "And yet not fall; so light is vanity.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Good even to my ghostly confessor.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "As much to him, else is his thanks too much.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy\n", + "Be heap’d like mine, and that thy skill be more\n", + "To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath\n", + "This neighbour air, and let rich music’s tongue\n", + "Unfold the imagin’d happiness that both\n", + "Receive in either by this dear encounter.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Conceit more rich in matter than in words,\n", + "Brags of his substance, not of ornament.\n", + "They are but beggars that can count their worth;\n", + "But my true love is grown to such excess,\n", + "I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Come, come with me, and we will make short work,\n", + "For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone\n", + "Till holy church incorporate two in one.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt._]\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "ACT III\n", + "\n", + "SCENE I. A public Place.\n", + "\n", + "\n", + " Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page and Servants.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "I pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire:\n", + "The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,\n", + "And if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl,\n", + "For now these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Thou art like one of these fellows that, when he enters the confines of\n", + "a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says ‘God send me no\n", + "need of thee!’ and by the operation of the second cup draws him on the\n", + "drawer, when indeed there is no need.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Am I like such a fellow?\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy; and as\n", + "soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "And what to?\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Nay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would\n", + "kill the other. Thou? Why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a\n", + "hair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel\n", + "with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou\n", + "hast hazel eyes. What eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?\n", + "Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy\n", + "head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling. Thou hast\n", + "quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath\n", + "wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall\n", + "out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with\n", + "another for tying his new shoes with an old riband? And yet thou wilt\n", + "tutor me from quarrelling!\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "And I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee\n", + "simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "The fee simple! O simple!\n", + "\n", + " Enter Tybalt and others.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "By my head, here comes the Capulets.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "By my heel, I care not.\n", + "\n", + "TYBALT.\n", + "Follow me close, for I will speak to them.\n", + "Gentlemen, good-den: a word with one of you.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something; make it a\n", + "word and a blow.\n", + "\n", + "TYBALT.\n", + "You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, and you will give me\n", + "occasion.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Could you not take some occasion without giving?\n", + "\n", + "TYBALT.\n", + "Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? And thou make minstrels of\n", + "us, look to hear nothing but discords. Here’s my fiddlestick, here’s\n", + "that shall make you dance. Zounds, consort!\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "We talk here in the public haunt of men.\n", + "Either withdraw unto some private place,\n", + "And reason coldly of your grievances,\n", + "Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Men’s eyes were made to look, and let them gaze.\n", + "I will not budge for no man’s pleasure, I.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Romeo.\n", + "\n", + "TYBALT.\n", + "Well, peace be with you, sir, here comes my man.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "But I’ll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery.\n", + "Marry, go before to field, he’ll be your follower;\n", + "Your worship in that sense may call him man.\n", + "\n", + "TYBALT.\n", + "Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford\n", + "No better term than this: Thou art a villain.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee\n", + "Doth much excuse the appertaining rage\n", + "To such a greeting. Villain am I none;\n", + "Therefore farewell; I see thou know’st me not.\n", + "\n", + "TYBALT.\n", + "Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries\n", + "That thou hast done me, therefore turn and draw.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "I do protest I never injur’d thee,\n", + "But love thee better than thou canst devise\n", + "Till thou shalt know the reason of my love.\n", + "And so good Capulet, which name I tender\n", + "As dearly as mine own, be satisfied.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!\n", + "[_Draws._] Alla stoccata carries it away.\n", + "Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?\n", + "\n", + "TYBALT.\n", + "What wouldst thou have with me?\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Good King of Cats, nothing but one of your nine lives; that I mean to\n", + "make bold withal, and, as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest\n", + "of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears?\n", + "Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.\n", + "\n", + "TYBALT.\n", + "[_Drawing._] I am for you.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Come, sir, your passado.\n", + "\n", + " [_They fight._]\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.\n", + "Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage,\n", + "Tybalt, Mercutio, the Prince expressly hath\n", + "Forbid this bandying in Verona streets.\n", + "Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt Tybalt with his Partizans._]\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "I am hurt.\n", + "A plague o’ both your houses. I am sped.\n", + "Is he gone, and hath nothing?\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "What, art thou hurt?\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, ’tis enough.\n", + "Where is my page? Go villain, fetch a surgeon.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit Page._]\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "No, ’tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but ’tis\n", + "enough, ’twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a\n", + "grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o’ both\n", + "your houses. Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to\n", + "death. A braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of\n", + "arithmetic!—Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your\n", + "arm.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "I thought all for the best.\n", + "\n", + "MERCUTIO.\n", + "Help me into some house, Benvolio,\n", + "Or I shall faint. A plague o’ both your houses.\n", + "They have made worms’ meat of me.\n", + "I have it, and soundly too. Your houses!\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio._]\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "This gentleman, the Prince’s near ally,\n", + "My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt\n", + "In my behalf; my reputation stain’d\n", + "With Tybalt’s slander,—Tybalt, that an hour\n", + "Hath been my cousin. O sweet Juliet,\n", + "Thy beauty hath made me effeminate\n", + "And in my temper soften’d valour’s steel.\n", + "\n", + " Re-enter Benvolio.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio’s dead,\n", + "That gallant spirit hath aspir’d the clouds,\n", + "Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "This day’s black fate on mo days doth depend;\n", + "This but begins the woe others must end.\n", + "\n", + " Re-enter Tybalt.\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Again in triumph, and Mercutio slain?\n", + "Away to heaven respective lenity,\n", + "And fire-ey’d fury be my conduct now!\n", + "Now, Tybalt, take the ‘villain’ back again\n", + "That late thou gav’st me, for Mercutio’s soul\n", + "Is but a little way above our heads,\n", + "Staying for thine to keep him company.\n", + "Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.\n", + "\n", + "TYBALT.\n", + "Thou wretched boy, that didst consort him here,\n", + "Shalt with him hence.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "This shall determine that.\n", + "\n", + " [_They fight; Tybalt falls._]\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Romeo, away, be gone!\n", + "The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.\n", + "Stand not amaz’d. The Prince will doom thee death\n", + "If thou art taken. Hence, be gone, away!\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "O, I am fortune’s fool!\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Why dost thou stay?\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit Romeo._]\n", + "\n", + " Enter Citizens.\n", + "\n", + "FIRST CITIZEN.\n", + "Which way ran he that kill’d Mercutio?\n", + "Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "There lies that Tybalt.\n", + "\n", + "FIRST CITIZEN.\n", + "Up, sir, go with me.\n", + "I charge thee in the Prince’s name obey.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Prince, attended; Montague, Capulet, their Wives and others.\n", + "\n", + "PRINCE.\n", + "Where are the vile beginners of this fray?\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "O noble Prince, I can discover all\n", + "The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl.\n", + "There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,\n", + "That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother’s child!\n", + "O Prince! O husband! O, the blood is spill’d\n", + "Of my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,\n", + "For blood of ours shed blood of Montague.\n", + "O cousin, cousin.\n", + "\n", + "PRINCE.\n", + "Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?\n", + "\n", + "BENVOLIO.\n", + "Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo’s hand did slay;\n", + "Romeo, that spoke him fair, bid him bethink\n", + "How nice the quarrel was, and urg’d withal\n", + "Your high displeasure. All this uttered\n", + "With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow’d\n", + "Could not take truce with the unruly spleen\n", + "Of Tybalt, deaf to peace, but that he tilts\n", + "With piercing steel at bold Mercutio’s breast,\n", + "Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point,\n", + "And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats\n", + "Cold death aside, and with the other sends\n", + "It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity\n", + "Retorts it. Romeo he cries aloud,\n", + "‘Hold, friends! Friends, part!’ and swifter than his tongue,\n", + "His agile arm beats down their fatal points,\n", + "And ’twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm\n", + "An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life\n", + "Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled.\n", + "But by and by comes back to Romeo,\n", + "Who had but newly entertain’d revenge,\n", + "And to’t they go like lightning; for, ere I\n", + "Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain;\n", + "And as he fell did Romeo turn and fly.\n", + "This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "He is a kinsman to the Montague.\n", + "Affection makes him false, he speaks not true.\n", + "Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,\n", + "And all those twenty could but kill one life.\n", + "I beg for justice, which thou, Prince, must give;\n", + "Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.\n", + "\n", + "PRINCE.\n", + "Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio.\n", + "Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?\n", + "\n", + "MONTAGUE.\n", + "Not Romeo, Prince, he was Mercutio’s friend;\n", + "His fault concludes but what the law should end,\n", + "The life of Tybalt.\n", + "\n", + "PRINCE.\n", + "And for that offence\n", + "Immediately we do exile him hence.\n", + "I have an interest in your hate’s proceeding,\n", + "My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding.\n", + "But I’ll amerce you with so strong a fine\n", + "That you shall all repent the loss of mine.\n", + "I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;\n", + "Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses.\n", + "Therefore use none. Let Romeo hence in haste,\n", + "Else, when he is found, that hour is his last.\n", + "Bear hence this body, and attend our will.\n", + "Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt._]\n", + "\n", + "SCENE II. A Room in Capulet’s House.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Juliet.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,\n", + "Towards Phoebus’ lodging. Such a waggoner\n", + "As Phaeton would whip you to the west\n", + "And bring in cloudy night immediately.\n", + "Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,\n", + "That runaway’s eyes may wink, and Romeo\n", + "Leap to these arms, untalk’d of and unseen.\n", + "Lovers can see to do their amorous rites\n", + "By their own beauties: or, if love be blind,\n", + "It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,\n", + "Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,\n", + "And learn me how to lose a winning match,\n", + "Play’d for a pair of stainless maidenhoods.\n", + "Hood my unmann’d blood, bating in my cheeks,\n", + "With thy black mantle, till strange love, grow bold,\n", + "Think true love acted simple modesty.\n", + "Come, night, come Romeo; come, thou day in night;\n", + "For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night\n", + "Whiter than new snow upon a raven’s back.\n", + "Come gentle night, come loving black-brow’d night,\n", + "Give me my Romeo, and when I shall die,\n", + "Take him and cut him out in little stars,\n", + "And he will make the face of heaven so fine\n", + "That all the world will be in love with night,\n", + "And pay no worship to the garish sun.\n", + "O, I have bought the mansion of a love,\n", + "But not possess’d it; and though I am sold,\n", + "Not yet enjoy’d. So tedious is this day\n", + "As is the night before some festival\n", + "To an impatient child that hath new robes\n", + "And may not wear them. O, here comes my Nurse,\n", + "And she brings news, and every tongue that speaks\n", + "But Romeo’s name speaks heavenly eloquence.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Nurse, with cords.\n", + "\n", + "Now, Nurse, what news? What hast thou there?\n", + "The cords that Romeo bid thee fetch?\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Ay, ay, the cords.\n", + "\n", + " [_Throws them down._]\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Ay me, what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands?\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Ah, well-a-day, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead!\n", + "We are undone, lady, we are undone.\n", + "Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s kill’d, he’s dead.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Can heaven be so envious?\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Romeo can,\n", + "Though heaven cannot. O Romeo, Romeo.\n", + "Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?\n", + "This torture should be roar’d in dismal hell.\n", + "Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but Ay,\n", + "And that bare vowel I shall poison more\n", + "Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice.\n", + "I am not I if there be such an I;\n", + "Or those eyes shut that make thee answer Ay.\n", + "If he be slain, say Ay; or if not, No.\n", + "Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,\n", + "God save the mark!—here on his manly breast.\n", + "A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;\n", + "Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub’d in blood,\n", + "All in gore-blood. I swounded at the sight.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "O, break, my heart. Poor bankrout, break at once.\n", + "To prison, eyes; ne’er look on liberty.\n", + "Vile earth to earth resign; end motion here,\n", + "And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had.\n", + "O courteous Tybalt, honest gentleman!\n", + "That ever I should live to see thee dead.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "What storm is this that blows so contrary?\n", + "Is Romeo slaughter’d and is Tybalt dead?\n", + "My dearest cousin, and my dearer lord?\n", + "Then dreadful trumpet sound the general doom,\n", + "For who is living, if those two are gone?\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished,\n", + "Romeo that kill’d him, he is banished.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "O God! Did Romeo’s hand shed Tybalt’s blood?\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "It did, it did; alas the day, it did.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!\n", + "Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?\n", + "Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical,\n", + "Dove-feather’d raven, wolvish-ravening lamb!\n", + "Despised substance of divinest show!\n", + "Just opposite to what thou justly seem’st,\n", + "A damned saint, an honourable villain!\n", + "O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell\n", + "When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend\n", + "In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?\n", + "Was ever book containing such vile matter\n", + "So fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell\n", + "In such a gorgeous palace.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "There’s no trust,\n", + "No faith, no honesty in men. All perjur’d,\n", + "All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.\n", + "Ah, where’s my man? Give me some aqua vitae.\n", + "These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.\n", + "Shame come to Romeo.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Blister’d be thy tongue\n", + "For such a wish! He was not born to shame.\n", + "Upon his brow shame is asham’d to sit;\n", + "For ’tis a throne where honour may be crown’d\n", + "Sole monarch of the universal earth.\n", + "O, what a beast was I to chide at him!\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Will you speak well of him that kill’d your cousin?\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?\n", + "Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,\n", + "When I thy three-hours’ wife have mangled it?\n", + "But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?\n", + "That villain cousin would have kill’d my husband.\n", + "Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring,\n", + "Your tributary drops belong to woe,\n", + "Which you mistaking offer up to joy.\n", + "My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain,\n", + "And Tybalt’s dead, that would have slain my husband.\n", + "All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?\n", + "Some word there was, worser than Tybalt’s death,\n", + "That murder’d me. I would forget it fain,\n", + "But O, it presses to my memory\n", + "Like damned guilty deeds to sinners’ minds.\n", + "Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished.\n", + "That ‘banished,’ that one word ‘banished,’\n", + "Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt’s death\n", + "Was woe enough, if it had ended there.\n", + "Or if sour woe delights in fellowship,\n", + "And needly will be rank’d with other griefs,\n", + "Why follow’d not, when she said Tybalt’s dead,\n", + "Thy father or thy mother, nay or both,\n", + "Which modern lamentation might have mov’d?\n", + "But with a rear-ward following Tybalt’s death,\n", + "‘Romeo is banished’—to speak that word\n", + "Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,\n", + "All slain, all dead. Romeo is banished,\n", + "There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,\n", + "In that word’s death, no words can that woe sound.\n", + "Where is my father and my mother, Nurse?\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Weeping and wailing over Tybalt’s corse.\n", + "Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Wash they his wounds with tears. Mine shall be spent,\n", + "When theirs are dry, for Romeo’s banishment.\n", + "Take up those cords. Poor ropes, you are beguil’d,\n", + "Both you and I; for Romeo is exil’d.\n", + "He made you for a highway to my bed,\n", + "But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.\n", + "Come cords, come Nurse, I’ll to my wedding bed,\n", + "And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Hie to your chamber. I’ll find Romeo\n", + "To comfort you. I wot well where he is.\n", + "Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night.\n", + "I’ll to him, he is hid at Lawrence’ cell.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "O find him, give this ring to my true knight,\n", + "And bid him come to take his last farewell.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt._]\n", + "\n", + "SCENE III. Friar Lawrence’s cell.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Friar Lawrence.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man.\n", + "Affliction is enanmour’d of thy parts\n", + "And thou art wedded to calamity.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Romeo.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Father, what news? What is the Prince’s doom?\n", + "What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,\n", + "That I yet know not?\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Too familiar\n", + "Is my dear son with such sour company.\n", + "I bring thee tidings of the Prince’s doom.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "What less than doomsday is the Prince’s doom?\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "A gentler judgment vanish’d from his lips,\n", + "Not body’s death, but body’s banishment.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say death;\n", + "For exile hath more terror in his look,\n", + "Much more than death. Do not say banishment.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Hence from Verona art thou banished.\n", + "Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "There is no world without Verona walls,\n", + "But purgatory, torture, hell itself.\n", + "Hence banished is banish’d from the world,\n", + "And world’s exile is death. Then banished\n", + "Is death misterm’d. Calling death banished,\n", + "Thou cutt’st my head off with a golden axe,\n", + "And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "O deadly sin, O rude unthankfulness!\n", + "Thy fault our law calls death, but the kind Prince,\n", + "Taking thy part, hath brush’d aside the law,\n", + "And turn’d that black word death to banishment.\n", + "This is dear mercy, and thou see’st it not.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "’Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here\n", + "Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog,\n", + "And little mouse, every unworthy thing,\n", + "Live here in heaven and may look on her,\n", + "But Romeo may not. More validity,\n", + "More honourable state, more courtship lives\n", + "In carrion flies than Romeo. They may seize\n", + "On the white wonder of dear Juliet’s hand,\n", + "And steal immortal blessing from her lips,\n", + "Who, even in pure and vestal modesty\n", + "Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.\n", + "But Romeo may not, he is banished.\n", + "This may flies do, when I from this must fly.\n", + "They are free men but I am banished.\n", + "And say’st thou yet that exile is not death?\n", + "Hadst thou no poison mix’d, no sharp-ground knife,\n", + "No sudden mean of death, though ne’er so mean,\n", + "But banished to kill me? Banished?\n", + "O Friar, the damned use that word in hell.\n", + "Howling attends it. How hast thou the heart,\n", + "Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,\n", + "A sin-absolver, and my friend profess’d,\n", + "To mangle me with that word banished?\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Thou fond mad man, hear me speak a little,\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "I’ll give thee armour to keep off that word,\n", + "Adversity’s sweet milk, philosophy,\n", + "To comfort thee, though thou art banished.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Yet banished? Hang up philosophy.\n", + "Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,\n", + "Displant a town, reverse a Prince’s doom,\n", + "It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "O, then I see that mad men have no ears.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel.\n", + "Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,\n", + "An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,\n", + "Doting like me, and like me banished,\n", + "Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,\n", + "And fall upon the ground as I do now,\n", + "Taking the measure of an unmade grave.\n", + "\n", + " [_Knocking within._]\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Arise; one knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyself.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Not I, unless the breath of heartsick groans\n", + "Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes.\n", + "\n", + " [_Knocking._]\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Hark, how they knock!—Who’s there?—Romeo, arise,\n", + "Thou wilt be taken.—Stay awhile.—Stand up.\n", + "\n", + " [_Knocking._]\n", + "\n", + "Run to my study.—By-and-by.—God’s will,\n", + "What simpleness is this.—I come, I come.\n", + "\n", + " [_Knocking._]\n", + "\n", + "Who knocks so hard? Whence come you, what’s your will?\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "[_Within._] Let me come in, and you shall know my errand.\n", + "I come from Lady Juliet.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Welcome then.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Nurse.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "O holy Friar, O, tell me, holy Friar,\n", + "Where is my lady’s lord, where’s Romeo?\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "O, he is even in my mistress’ case.\n", + "Just in her case! O woeful sympathy!\n", + "Piteous predicament. Even so lies she,\n", + "Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.\n", + "Stand up, stand up; stand, and you be a man.\n", + "For Juliet’s sake, for her sake, rise and stand.\n", + "Why should you fall into so deep an O?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Nurse.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Ah sir, ah sir, death’s the end of all.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Spakest thou of Juliet? How is it with her?\n", + "Doth not she think me an old murderer,\n", + "Now I have stain’d the childhood of our joy\n", + "With blood remov’d but little from her own?\n", + "Where is she? And how doth she? And what says\n", + "My conceal’d lady to our cancell’d love?\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;\n", + "And now falls on her bed, and then starts up,\n", + "And Tybalt calls, and then on Romeo cries,\n", + "And then down falls again.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "As if that name,\n", + "Shot from the deadly level of a gun,\n", + "Did murder her, as that name’s cursed hand\n", + "Murder’d her kinsman. O, tell me, Friar, tell me,\n", + "In what vile part of this anatomy\n", + "Doth my name lodge? Tell me, that I may sack\n", + "The hateful mansion.\n", + "\n", + " [_Drawing his sword._]\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Hold thy desperate hand.\n", + "Art thou a man? Thy form cries out thou art.\n", + "Thy tears are womanish, thy wild acts denote\n", + "The unreasonable fury of a beast.\n", + "Unseemly woman in a seeming man,\n", + "And ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!\n", + "Thou hast amaz’d me. By my holy order,\n", + "I thought thy disposition better temper’d.\n", + "Hast thou slain Tybalt? Wilt thou slay thyself?\n", + "And slay thy lady, that in thy life lives,\n", + "By doing damned hate upon thyself?\n", + "Why rail’st thou on thy birth, the heaven and earth?\n", + "Since birth, and heaven and earth, all three do meet\n", + "In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose.\n", + "Fie, fie, thou sham’st thy shape, thy love, thy wit,\n", + "Which, like a usurer, abound’st in all,\n", + "And usest none in that true use indeed\n", + "Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit.\n", + "Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,\n", + "Digressing from the valour of a man;\n", + "Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury,\n", + "Killing that love which thou hast vow’d to cherish;\n", + "Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,\n", + "Misshapen in the conduct of them both,\n", + "Like powder in a skilless soldier’s flask,\n", + "Is set afire by thine own ignorance,\n", + "And thou dismember’d with thine own defence.\n", + "What, rouse thee, man. Thy Juliet is alive,\n", + "For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead.\n", + "There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee,\n", + "But thou slew’st Tybalt; there art thou happy.\n", + "The law that threaten’d death becomes thy friend,\n", + "And turns it to exile; there art thou happy.\n", + "A pack of blessings light upon thy back;\n", + "Happiness courts thee in her best array;\n", + "But like a misshaped and sullen wench,\n", + "Thou putt’st up thy Fortune and thy love.\n", + "Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.\n", + "Go, get thee to thy love as was decreed,\n", + "Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her.\n", + "But look thou stay not till the watch be set,\n", + "For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;\n", + "Where thou shalt live till we can find a time\n", + "To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,\n", + "Beg pardon of the Prince, and call thee back\n", + "With twenty hundred thousand times more joy\n", + "Than thou went’st forth in lamentation.\n", + "Go before, Nurse. Commend me to thy lady,\n", + "And bid her hasten all the house to bed,\n", + "Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto.\n", + "Romeo is coming.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "O Lord, I could have stay’d here all the night\n", + "To hear good counsel. O, what learning is!\n", + "My lord, I’ll tell my lady you will come.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Here sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir.\n", + "Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit._]\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "How well my comfort is reviv’d by this.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Go hence, good night, and here stands all your state:\n", + "Either be gone before the watch be set,\n", + "Or by the break of day disguis’d from hence.\n", + "Sojourn in Mantua. I’ll find out your man,\n", + "And he shall signify from time to time\n", + "Every good hap to you that chances here.\n", + "Give me thy hand; ’tis late; farewell; good night.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "But that a joy past joy calls out on me,\n", + "It were a grief so brief to part with thee.\n", + "Farewell.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt._]\n", + "\n", + "SCENE IV. A Room in Capulet’s House.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet and Paris.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily\n", + "That we have had no time to move our daughter.\n", + "Look you, she lov’d her kinsman Tybalt dearly,\n", + "And so did I. Well, we were born to die.\n", + "’Tis very late; she’ll not come down tonight.\n", + "I promise you, but for your company,\n", + "I would have been abed an hour ago.\n", + "\n", + "PARIS.\n", + "These times of woe afford no tune to woo.\n", + "Madam, good night. Commend me to your daughter.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "I will, and know her mind early tomorrow;\n", + "Tonight she’s mew’d up to her heaviness.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender\n", + "Of my child’s love. I think she will be rul’d\n", + "In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not.\n", + "Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed,\n", + "Acquaint her here of my son Paris’ love,\n", + "And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next,\n", + "But, soft, what day is this?\n", + "\n", + "PARIS.\n", + "Monday, my lord.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Monday! Ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon,\n", + "A Thursday let it be; a Thursday, tell her,\n", + "She shall be married to this noble earl.\n", + "Will you be ready? Do you like this haste?\n", + "We’ll keep no great ado,—a friend or two,\n", + "For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,\n", + "It may be thought we held him carelessly,\n", + "Being our kinsman, if we revel much.\n", + "Therefore we’ll have some half a dozen friends,\n", + "And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?\n", + "\n", + "PARIS.\n", + "My lord, I would that Thursday were tomorrow.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Well, get you gone. A Thursday be it then.\n", + "Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,\n", + "Prepare her, wife, against this wedding day.\n", + "Farewell, my lord.—Light to my chamber, ho!\n", + "Afore me, it is so very very late that we\n", + "May call it early by and by. Good night.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt._]\n", + "\n", + "SCENE V. An open Gallery to Juliet’s Chamber, overlooking the Garden.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Romeo and Juliet.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.\n", + "It was the nightingale, and not the lark,\n", + "That pierc’d the fearful hollow of thine ear;\n", + "Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree.\n", + "Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "It was the lark, the herald of the morn,\n", + "No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks\n", + "Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east.\n", + "Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day\n", + "Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.\n", + "I must be gone and live, or stay and die.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Yond light is not daylight, I know it, I.\n", + "It is some meteor that the sun exhales\n", + "To be to thee this night a torchbearer\n", + "And light thee on thy way to Mantua.\n", + "Therefore stay yet, thou need’st not to be gone.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death,\n", + "I am content, so thou wilt have it so.\n", + "I’ll say yon grey is not the morning’s eye,\n", + "’Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia’s brow.\n", + "Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat\n", + "The vaulty heaven so high above our heads.\n", + "I have more care to stay than will to go.\n", + "Come, death, and welcome. Juliet wills it so.\n", + "How is’t, my soul? Let’s talk. It is not day.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "It is, it is! Hie hence, be gone, away.\n", + "It is the lark that sings so out of tune,\n", + "Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.\n", + "Some say the lark makes sweet division;\n", + "This doth not so, for she divideth us.\n", + "Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes.\n", + "O, now I would they had chang’d voices too,\n", + "Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,\n", + "Hunting thee hence with hunt’s-up to the day.\n", + "O now be gone, more light and light it grows.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "More light and light, more dark and dark our woes.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Nurse.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Madam.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Nurse?\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Your lady mother is coming to your chamber.\n", + "The day is broke, be wary, look about.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit._]\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Then, window, let day in, and let life out.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Farewell, farewell, one kiss, and I’ll descend.\n", + "\n", + " [_Descends._]\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Art thou gone so? Love, lord, ay husband, friend,\n", + "I must hear from thee every day in the hour,\n", + "For in a minute there are many days.\n", + "O, by this count I shall be much in years\n", + "Ere I again behold my Romeo.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Farewell!\n", + "I will omit no opportunity\n", + "That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "O thinkest thou we shall ever meet again?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve\n", + "For sweet discourses in our time to come.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "O God! I have an ill-divining soul!\n", + "Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low,\n", + "As one dead in the bottom of a tomb.\n", + "Either my eyesight fails, or thou look’st pale.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "And trust me, love, in my eye so do you.\n", + "Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit below._]\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "O Fortune, Fortune! All men call thee fickle,\n", + "If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him\n", + "That is renown’d for faith? Be fickle, Fortune;\n", + "For then, I hope thou wilt not keep him long\n", + "But send him back.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "[_Within._] Ho, daughter, are you up?\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Who is’t that calls? Is it my lady mother?\n", + "Is she not down so late, or up so early?\n", + "What unaccustom’d cause procures her hither?\n", + "\n", + " Enter Lady Capulet.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "Why, how now, Juliet?\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Madam, I am not well.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "Evermore weeping for your cousin’s death?\n", + "What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?\n", + "And if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live.\n", + "Therefore have done: some grief shows much of love,\n", + "But much of grief shows still some want of wit.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend\n", + "Which you weep for.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Feeling so the loss,\n", + "I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "Well, girl, thou weep’st not so much for his death\n", + "As that the villain lives which slaughter’d him.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "What villain, madam?\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "That same villain Romeo.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Villain and he be many miles asunder.\n", + "God pardon him. I do, with all my heart.\n", + "And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "That is because the traitor murderer lives.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Ay madam, from the reach of these my hands.\n", + "Would none but I might venge my cousin’s death.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not.\n", + "Then weep no more. I’ll send to one in Mantua,\n", + "Where that same banish’d runagate doth live,\n", + "Shall give him such an unaccustom’d dram\n", + "That he shall soon keep Tybalt company:\n", + "And then I hope thou wilt be satisfied.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Indeed I never shall be satisfied\n", + "With Romeo till I behold him—dead—\n", + "Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex’d.\n", + "Madam, if you could find out but a man\n", + "To bear a poison, I would temper it,\n", + "That Romeo should upon receipt thereof,\n", + "Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors\n", + "To hear him nam’d, and cannot come to him,\n", + "To wreak the love I bore my cousin\n", + "Upon his body that hath slaughter’d him.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "Find thou the means, and I’ll find such a man.\n", + "But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "And joy comes well in such a needy time.\n", + "What are they, I beseech your ladyship?\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;\n", + "One who to put thee from thy heaviness,\n", + "Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,\n", + "That thou expects not, nor I look’d not for.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Madam, in happy time, what day is that?\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn\n", + "The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,\n", + "The County Paris, at Saint Peter’s Church,\n", + "Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Now by Saint Peter’s Church, and Peter too,\n", + "He shall not make me there a joyful bride.\n", + "I wonder at this haste, that I must wed\n", + "Ere he that should be husband comes to woo.\n", + "I pray you tell my lord and father, madam,\n", + "I will not marry yet; and when I do, I swear\n", + "It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,\n", + "Rather than Paris. These are news indeed.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "Here comes your father, tell him so yourself,\n", + "And see how he will take it at your hands.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Capulet and Nurse.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;\n", + "But for the sunset of my brother’s son\n", + "It rains downright.\n", + "How now? A conduit, girl? What, still in tears?\n", + "Evermore showering? In one little body\n", + "Thou counterfeits a bark, a sea, a wind.\n", + "For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,\n", + "Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,\n", + "Sailing in this salt flood, the winds, thy sighs,\n", + "Who raging with thy tears and they with them,\n", + "Without a sudden calm will overset\n", + "Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife?\n", + "Have you deliver’d to her our decree?\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.\n", + "I would the fool were married to her grave.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Soft. Take me with you, take me with you, wife.\n", + "How, will she none? Doth she not give us thanks?\n", + "Is she not proud? Doth she not count her blest,\n", + "Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought\n", + "So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Not proud you have, but thankful that you have.\n", + "Proud can I never be of what I hate;\n", + "But thankful even for hate that is meant love.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "How now, how now, chopp’d logic? What is this?\n", + "Proud, and, I thank you, and I thank you not;\n", + "And yet not proud. Mistress minion you,\n", + "Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,\n", + "But fettle your fine joints ’gainst Thursday next\n", + "To go with Paris to Saint Peter’s Church,\n", + "Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.\n", + "Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out, you baggage!\n", + "You tallow-face!\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "Fie, fie! What, are you mad?\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Good father, I beseech you on my knees,\n", + "Hear me with patience but to speak a word.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Hang thee young baggage, disobedient wretch!\n", + "I tell thee what,—get thee to church a Thursday,\n", + "Or never after look me in the face.\n", + "Speak not, reply not, do not answer me.\n", + "My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest\n", + "That God had lent us but this only child;\n", + "But now I see this one is one too much,\n", + "And that we have a curse in having her.\n", + "Out on her, hilding.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "God in heaven bless her.\n", + "You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "And why, my lady wisdom? Hold your tongue,\n", + "Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "I speak no treason.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "O God ye good-en!\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "May not one speak?\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Peace, you mumbling fool!\n", + "Utter your gravity o’er a gossip’s bowl,\n", + "For here we need it not.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "You are too hot.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "God’s bread, it makes me mad!\n", + "Day, night, hour, ride, time, work, play,\n", + "Alone, in company, still my care hath been\n", + "To have her match’d, and having now provided\n", + "A gentleman of noble parentage,\n", + "Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly allied,\n", + "Stuff’d, as they say, with honourable parts,\n", + "Proportion’d as one’s thought would wish a man,\n", + "And then to have a wretched puling fool,\n", + "A whining mammet, in her fortune’s tender,\n", + "To answer, ‘I’ll not wed, I cannot love,\n", + "I am too young, I pray you pardon me.’\n", + "But, and you will not wed, I’ll pardon you.\n", + "Graze where you will, you shall not house with me.\n", + "Look to’t, think on’t, I do not use to jest.\n", + "Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise.\n", + "And you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend;\n", + "And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,\n", + "For by my soul, I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee,\n", + "Nor what is mine shall never do thee good.\n", + "Trust to’t, bethink you, I’ll not be forsworn.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit._]\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,\n", + "That sees into the bottom of my grief?\n", + "O sweet my mother, cast me not away,\n", + "Delay this marriage for a month, a week,\n", + "Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed\n", + "In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "Talk not to me, for I’ll not speak a word.\n", + "Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit._]\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "O God! O Nurse, how shall this be prevented?\n", + "My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven.\n", + "How shall that faith return again to earth,\n", + "Unless that husband send it me from heaven\n", + "By leaving earth? Comfort me, counsel me.\n", + "Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems\n", + "Upon so soft a subject as myself.\n", + "What say’st thou? Hast thou not a word of joy?\n", + "Some comfort, Nurse.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Faith, here it is.\n", + "Romeo is banished; and all the world to nothing\n", + "That he dares ne’er come back to challenge you.\n", + "Or if he do, it needs must be by stealth.\n", + "Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,\n", + "I think it best you married with the County.\n", + "O, he’s a lovely gentleman.\n", + "Romeo’s a dishclout to him. An eagle, madam,\n", + "Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye\n", + "As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,\n", + "I think you are happy in this second match,\n", + "For it excels your first: or if it did not,\n", + "Your first is dead, or ’twere as good he were,\n", + "As living here and you no use of him.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Speakest thou from thy heart?\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "And from my soul too,\n", + "Or else beshrew them both.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Amen.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "What?\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.\n", + "Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,\n", + "Having displeas’d my father, to Lawrence’ cell,\n", + "To make confession and to be absolv’d.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit._]\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!\n", + "Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,\n", + "Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue\n", + "Which she hath prais’d him with above compare\n", + "So many thousand times? Go, counsellor.\n", + "Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.\n", + "I’ll to the Friar to know his remedy.\n", + "If all else fail, myself have power to die.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit._]\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "ACT IV\n", + "\n", + "SCENE I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n", + "\n", + "\n", + " Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "On Thursday, sir? The time is very short.\n", + "\n", + "PARIS.\n", + "My father Capulet will have it so;\n", + "And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "You say you do not know the lady’s mind.\n", + "Uneven is the course; I like it not.\n", + "\n", + "PARIS.\n", + "Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death,\n", + "And therefore have I little talk’d of love;\n", + "For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.\n", + "Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous\n", + "That she do give her sorrow so much sway;\n", + "And in his wisdom, hastes our marriage,\n", + "To stop the inundation of her tears,\n", + "Which, too much minded by herself alone,\n", + "May be put from her by society.\n", + "Now do you know the reason of this haste.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "[_Aside._] I would I knew not why it should be slow’d.—\n", + "Look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Juliet.\n", + "\n", + "PARIS.\n", + "Happily met, my lady and my wife!\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.\n", + "\n", + "PARIS.\n", + "That may be, must be, love, on Thursday next.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "What must be shall be.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "That’s a certain text.\n", + "\n", + "PARIS.\n", + "Come you to make confession to this father?\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "To answer that, I should confess to you.\n", + "\n", + "PARIS.\n", + "Do not deny to him that you love me.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "I will confess to you that I love him.\n", + "\n", + "PARIS.\n", + "So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "If I do so, it will be of more price,\n", + "Being spoke behind your back than to your face.\n", + "\n", + "PARIS.\n", + "Poor soul, thy face is much abus’d with tears.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "The tears have got small victory by that;\n", + "For it was bad enough before their spite.\n", + "\n", + "PARIS.\n", + "Thou wrong’st it more than tears with that report.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "That is no slander, sir, which is a truth,\n", + "And what I spake, I spake it to my face.\n", + "\n", + "PARIS.\n", + "Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander’d it.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "It may be so, for it is not mine own.\n", + "Are you at leisure, holy father, now,\n", + "Or shall I come to you at evening mass?\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.—\n", + "My lord, we must entreat the time alone.\n", + "\n", + "PARIS.\n", + "God shield I should disturb devotion!—\n", + "Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye,\n", + "Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit._]\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "O shut the door, and when thou hast done so,\n", + "Come weep with me, past hope, past cure, past help!\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "O Juliet, I already know thy grief;\n", + "It strains me past the compass of my wits.\n", + "I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,\n", + "On Thursday next be married to this County.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Tell me not, Friar, that thou hear’st of this,\n", + "Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it.\n", + "If in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,\n", + "Do thou but call my resolution wise,\n", + "And with this knife I’ll help it presently.\n", + "God join’d my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands;\n", + "And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo’s seal’d,\n", + "Shall be the label to another deed,\n", + "Or my true heart with treacherous revolt\n", + "Turn to another, this shall slay them both.\n", + "Therefore, out of thy long-experienc’d time,\n", + "Give me some present counsel, or behold\n", + "’Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife\n", + "Shall play the empire, arbitrating that\n", + "Which the commission of thy years and art\n", + "Could to no issue of true honour bring.\n", + "Be not so long to speak. I long to die,\n", + "If what thou speak’st speak not of remedy.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Hold, daughter. I do spy a kind of hope,\n", + "Which craves as desperate an execution\n", + "As that is desperate which we would prevent.\n", + "If, rather than to marry County Paris\n", + "Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,\n", + "Then is it likely thou wilt undertake\n", + "A thing like death to chide away this shame,\n", + "That cop’st with death himself to scape from it.\n", + "And if thou dar’st, I’ll give thee remedy.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,\n", + "From off the battlements of yonder tower,\n", + "Or walk in thievish ways, or bid me lurk\n", + "Where serpents are. Chain me with roaring bears;\n", + "Or hide me nightly in a charnel-house,\n", + "O’er-cover’d quite with dead men’s rattling bones,\n", + "With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls.\n", + "Or bid me go into a new-made grave,\n", + "And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;\n", + "Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble,\n", + "And I will do it without fear or doubt,\n", + "To live an unstain’d wife to my sweet love.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Hold then. Go home, be merry, give consent\n", + "To marry Paris. Wednesday is tomorrow;\n", + "Tomorrow night look that thou lie alone,\n", + "Let not thy Nurse lie with thee in thy chamber.\n", + "Take thou this vial, being then in bed,\n", + "And this distilled liquor drink thou off,\n", + "When presently through all thy veins shall run\n", + "A cold and drowsy humour; for no pulse\n", + "Shall keep his native progress, but surcease.\n", + "No warmth, no breath shall testify thou livest,\n", + "The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade\n", + "To paly ashes; thy eyes’ windows fall,\n", + "Like death when he shuts up the day of life.\n", + "Each part depriv’d of supple government,\n", + "Shall stiff and stark and cold appear like death.\n", + "And in this borrow’d likeness of shrunk death\n", + "Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,\n", + "And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.\n", + "Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes\n", + "To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead.\n", + "Then as the manner of our country is,\n", + "In thy best robes, uncover’d, on the bier,\n", + "Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault\n", + "Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.\n", + "In the meantime, against thou shalt awake,\n", + "Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,\n", + "And hither shall he come, and he and I\n", + "Will watch thy waking, and that very night\n", + "Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.\n", + "And this shall free thee from this present shame,\n", + "If no inconstant toy nor womanish fear\n", + "Abate thy valour in the acting it.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Give me, give me! O tell not me of fear!\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous\n", + "In this resolve. I’ll send a friar with speed\n", + "To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Love give me strength, and strength shall help afford.\n", + "Farewell, dear father.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt._]\n", + "\n", + "SCENE II. Hall in Capulet’s House.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse and Servants.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "So many guests invite as here are writ.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit first Servant._]\n", + "\n", + "Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.\n", + "\n", + "SECOND SERVANT.\n", + "You shall have none ill, sir; for I’ll try if they can lick their\n", + "fingers.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "How canst thou try them so?\n", + "\n", + "SECOND SERVANT.\n", + "Marry, sir, ’tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers;\n", + "therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Go, begone.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit second Servant._]\n", + "\n", + "We shall be much unfurnish’d for this time.\n", + "What, is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence?\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Ay, forsooth.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Well, he may chance to do some good on her.\n", + "A peevish self-will’d harlotry it is.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Juliet.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "See where she comes from shrift with merry look.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "How now, my headstrong. Where have you been gadding?\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Where I have learnt me to repent the sin\n", + "Of disobedient opposition\n", + "To you and your behests; and am enjoin’d\n", + "By holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here,\n", + "To beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you.\n", + "Henceforward I am ever rul’d by you.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Send for the County, go tell him of this.\n", + "I’ll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "I met the youthful lord at Lawrence’ cell,\n", + "And gave him what becomed love I might,\n", + "Not stepping o’er the bounds of modesty.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Why, I am glad on’t. This is well. Stand up.\n", + "This is as’t should be. Let me see the County.\n", + "Ay, marry. Go, I say, and fetch him hither.\n", + "Now afore God, this reverend holy Friar,\n", + "All our whole city is much bound to him.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,\n", + "To help me sort such needful ornaments\n", + "As you think fit to furnish me tomorrow?\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "No, not till Thursday. There is time enough.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Go, Nurse, go with her. We’ll to church tomorrow.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt Juliet and Nurse._]\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "We shall be short in our provision,\n", + "’Tis now near night.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Tush, I will stir about,\n", + "And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife.\n", + "Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her.\n", + "I’ll not to bed tonight, let me alone.\n", + "I’ll play the housewife for this once.—What, ho!—\n", + "They are all forth: well, I will walk myself\n", + "To County Paris, to prepare him up\n", + "Against tomorrow. My heart is wondrous light\n", + "Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim’d.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt._]\n", + "\n", + "SCENE III. Juliet’s Chamber.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Juliet and Nurse.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Ay, those attires are best. But, gentle Nurse,\n", + "I pray thee leave me to myself tonight;\n", + "For I have need of many orisons\n", + "To move the heavens to smile upon my state,\n", + "Which, well thou know’st, is cross and full of sin.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Lady Capulet.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "What, are you busy, ho? Need you my help?\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "No, madam; we have cull’d such necessaries\n", + "As are behoveful for our state tomorrow.\n", + "So please you, let me now be left alone,\n", + "And let the nurse this night sit up with you,\n", + "For I am sure you have your hands full all\n", + "In this so sudden business.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "Good night.\n", + "Get thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse._]\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Farewell. God knows when we shall meet again.\n", + "I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins\n", + "That almost freezes up the heat of life.\n", + "I’ll call them back again to comfort me.\n", + "Nurse!—What should she do here?\n", + "My dismal scene I needs must act alone.\n", + "Come, vial.\n", + "What if this mixture do not work at all?\n", + "Shall I be married then tomorrow morning?\n", + "No, No! This shall forbid it. Lie thou there.\n", + "\n", + " [_Laying down her dagger._]\n", + "\n", + "What if it be a poison, which the Friar\n", + "Subtly hath minister’d to have me dead,\n", + "Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour’d,\n", + "Because he married me before to Romeo?\n", + "I fear it is. And yet methinks it should not,\n", + "For he hath still been tried a holy man.\n", + "How if, when I am laid into the tomb,\n", + "I wake before the time that Romeo\n", + "Come to redeem me? There’s a fearful point!\n", + "Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,\n", + "To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,\n", + "And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?\n", + "Or, if I live, is it not very like,\n", + "The horrible conceit of death and night,\n", + "Together with the terror of the place,\n", + "As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,\n", + "Where for this many hundred years the bones\n", + "Of all my buried ancestors are pack’d,\n", + "Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,\n", + "Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,\n", + "At some hours in the night spirits resort—\n", + "Alack, alack, is it not like that I,\n", + "So early waking, what with loathsome smells,\n", + "And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth,\n", + "That living mortals, hearing them, run mad.\n", + "O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,\n", + "Environed with all these hideous fears,\n", + "And madly play with my forefathers’ joints?\n", + "And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?\n", + "And, in this rage, with some great kinsman’s bone,\n", + "As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?\n", + "O look, methinks I see my cousin’s ghost\n", + "Seeking out Romeo that did spit his body\n", + "Upon a rapier’s point. Stay, Tybalt, stay!\n", + "Romeo, Romeo, Romeo, here’s drink! I drink to thee.\n", + "\n", + " [_Throws herself on the bed._]\n", + "\n", + "SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet’s House.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "Hold, take these keys and fetch more spices, Nurse.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Capulet.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Come, stir, stir, stir! The second cock hath crow’d,\n", + "The curfew bell hath rung, ’tis three o’clock.\n", + "Look to the bak’d meats, good Angelica;\n", + "Spare not for cost.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Go, you cot-quean, go,\n", + "Get you to bed; faith, you’ll be sick tomorrow\n", + "For this night’s watching.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "No, not a whit. What! I have watch’d ere now\n", + "All night for lesser cause, and ne’er been sick.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;\n", + "But I will watch you from such watching now.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse._]\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood!\n", + "\n", + " Enter Servants, with spits, logs and baskets.\n", + "\n", + "Now, fellow, what’s there?\n", + "\n", + "FIRST SERVANT.\n", + "Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Make haste, make haste.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit First Servant._]\n", + "\n", + "—Sirrah, fetch drier logs.\n", + "Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.\n", + "\n", + "SECOND SERVANT.\n", + "I have a head, sir, that will find out logs\n", + "And never trouble Peter for the matter.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit._]\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Mass and well said; a merry whoreson, ha.\n", + "Thou shalt be loggerhead.—Good faith, ’tis day.\n", + "The County will be here with music straight,\n", + "For so he said he would. I hear him near.\n", + "\n", + " [_Play music._]\n", + "\n", + "Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, Nurse, I say!\n", + "\n", + " Re-enter Nurse.\n", + "\n", + "Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up.\n", + "I’ll go and chat with Paris. Hie, make haste,\n", + "Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already.\n", + "Make haste I say.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt._]\n", + "\n", + "SCENE V. Juliet’s Chamber; Juliet on the bed.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Nurse.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Mistress! What, mistress! Juliet! Fast, I warrant her, she.\n", + "Why, lamb, why, lady, fie, you slug-abed!\n", + "Why, love, I say! Madam! Sweetheart! Why, bride!\n", + "What, not a word? You take your pennyworths now.\n", + "Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,\n", + "The County Paris hath set up his rest\n", + "That you shall rest but little. God forgive me!\n", + "Marry and amen. How sound is she asleep!\n", + "I needs must wake her. Madam, madam, madam!\n", + "Ay, let the County take you in your bed,\n", + "He’ll fright you up, i’faith. Will it not be?\n", + "What, dress’d, and in your clothes, and down again?\n", + "I must needs wake you. Lady! Lady! Lady!\n", + "Alas, alas! Help, help! My lady’s dead!\n", + "O, well-a-day that ever I was born.\n", + "Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! My lady!\n", + "\n", + " Enter Lady Capulet.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "What noise is here?\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "O lamentable day!\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "What is the matter?\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Look, look! O heavy day!\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "O me, O me! My child, my only life.\n", + "Revive, look up, or I will die with thee.\n", + "Help, help! Call help.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Capulet.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "For shame, bring Juliet forth, her lord is come.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "She’s dead, deceas’d, she’s dead; alack the day!\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "Alack the day, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead!\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Ha! Let me see her. Out alas! She’s cold,\n", + "Her blood is settled and her joints are stiff.\n", + "Life and these lips have long been separated.\n", + "Death lies on her like an untimely frost\n", + "Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "O lamentable day!\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "O woful time!\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Death, that hath ta’en her hence to make me wail,\n", + "Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris with Musicians.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Come, is the bride ready to go to church?\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Ready to go, but never to return.\n", + "O son, the night before thy wedding day\n", + "Hath death lain with thy bride. There she lies,\n", + "Flower as she was, deflowered by him.\n", + "Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir;\n", + "My daughter he hath wedded. I will die\n", + "And leave him all; life, living, all is death’s.\n", + "\n", + "PARIS.\n", + "Have I thought long to see this morning’s face,\n", + "And doth it give me such a sight as this?\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful day.\n", + "Most miserable hour that e’er time saw\n", + "In lasting labour of his pilgrimage.\n", + "But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,\n", + "But one thing to rejoice and solace in,\n", + "And cruel death hath catch’d it from my sight.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day.\n", + "Most lamentable day, most woeful day\n", + "That ever, ever, I did yet behold!\n", + "O day, O day, O day, O hateful day.\n", + "Never was seen so black a day as this.\n", + "O woeful day, O woeful day.\n", + "\n", + "PARIS.\n", + "Beguil’d, divorced, wronged, spited, slain.\n", + "Most detestable death, by thee beguil’d,\n", + "By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown.\n", + "O love! O life! Not life, but love in death!\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr’d, kill’d.\n", + "Uncomfortable time, why cam’st thou now\n", + "To murder, murder our solemnity?\n", + "O child! O child! My soul, and not my child,\n", + "Dead art thou. Alack, my child is dead,\n", + "And with my child my joys are buried.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Peace, ho, for shame. Confusion’s cure lives not\n", + "In these confusions. Heaven and yourself\n", + "Had part in this fair maid, now heaven hath all,\n", + "And all the better is it for the maid.\n", + "Your part in her you could not keep from death,\n", + "But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.\n", + "The most you sought was her promotion,\n", + "For ’twas your heaven she should be advanc’d,\n", + "And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc’d\n", + "Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?\n", + "O, in this love, you love your child so ill\n", + "That you run mad, seeing that she is well.\n", + "She’s not well married that lives married long,\n", + "But she’s best married that dies married young.\n", + "Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary\n", + "On this fair corse, and, as the custom is,\n", + "And in her best array bear her to church;\n", + "For though fond nature bids us all lament,\n", + "Yet nature’s tears are reason’s merriment.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "All things that we ordained festival\n", + "Turn from their office to black funeral:\n", + "Our instruments to melancholy bells,\n", + "Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast;\n", + "Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change;\n", + "Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,\n", + "And all things change them to the contrary.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Sir, go you in, and, madam, go with him,\n", + "And go, Sir Paris, everyone prepare\n", + "To follow this fair corse unto her grave.\n", + "The heavens do lower upon you for some ill;\n", + "Move them no more by crossing their high will.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris and Friar._]\n", + "\n", + "FIRST MUSICIAN.\n", + "Faith, we may put up our pipes and be gone.\n", + "\n", + "NURSE.\n", + "Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up,\n", + "For well you know this is a pitiful case.\n", + "\n", + "FIRST MUSICIAN.\n", + "Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit Nurse._]\n", + "\n", + " Enter Peter.\n", + "\n", + "PETER.\n", + "Musicians, O, musicians, ‘Heart’s ease,’ ‘Heart’s ease’, O, and you\n", + "will have me live, play ‘Heart’s ease.’\n", + "\n", + "FIRST MUSICIAN.\n", + "Why ‘Heart’s ease’?\n", + "\n", + "PETER.\n", + "O musicians, because my heart itself plays ‘My heart is full’. O play\n", + "me some merry dump to comfort me.\n", + "\n", + "FIRST MUSICIAN.\n", + "Not a dump we, ’tis no time to play now.\n", + "\n", + "PETER.\n", + "You will not then?\n", + "\n", + "FIRST MUSICIAN.\n", + "No.\n", + "\n", + "PETER.\n", + "I will then give it you soundly.\n", + "\n", + "FIRST MUSICIAN.\n", + "What will you give us?\n", + "\n", + "PETER.\n", + "No money, on my faith, but the gleek! I will give you the minstrel.\n", + "\n", + "FIRST MUSICIAN.\n", + "Then will I give you the serving-creature.\n", + "\n", + "PETER.\n", + "Then will I lay the serving-creature’s dagger on your pate. I will\n", + "carry no crotchets. I’ll re you, I’ll fa you. Do you note me?\n", + "\n", + "FIRST MUSICIAN.\n", + "And you re us and fa us, you note us.\n", + "\n", + "SECOND MUSICIAN.\n", + "Pray you put up your dagger, and put out your wit.\n", + "\n", + "PETER.\n", + "Then have at you with my wit. I will dry-beat you with an iron wit, and\n", + "put up my iron dagger. Answer me like men.\n", + " ‘When griping griefs the heart doth wound,\n", + " And doleful dumps the mind oppress,\n", + " Then music with her silver sound’—\n", + "Why ‘silver sound’? Why ‘music with her silver sound’? What say you,\n", + "Simon Catling?\n", + "\n", + "FIRST MUSICIAN.\n", + "Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.\n", + "\n", + "PETER.\n", + "Prates. What say you, Hugh Rebeck?\n", + "\n", + "SECOND MUSICIAN.\n", + "I say ‘silver sound’ because musicians sound for silver.\n", + "\n", + "PETER.\n", + "Prates too! What say you, James Soundpost?\n", + "\n", + "THIRD MUSICIAN.\n", + "Faith, I know not what to say.\n", + "\n", + "PETER.\n", + "O, I cry you mercy, you are the singer. I will say for you. It is\n", + "‘music with her silver sound’ because musicians have no gold for\n", + "sounding.\n", + " ‘Then music with her silver sound\n", + " With speedy help doth lend redress.’\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit._]\n", + "\n", + "FIRST MUSICIAN.\n", + "What a pestilent knave is this same!\n", + "\n", + "SECOND MUSICIAN.\n", + "Hang him, Jack. Come, we’ll in here, tarry for the mourners, and stay\n", + "dinner.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt._]\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "ACT V\n", + "\n", + "SCENE I. Mantua. A Street.\n", + "\n", + "\n", + " Enter Romeo.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep,\n", + "My dreams presage some joyful news at hand.\n", + "My bosom’s lord sits lightly in his throne;\n", + "And all this day an unaccustom’d spirit\n", + "Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.\n", + "I dreamt my lady came and found me dead,—\n", + "Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think!—\n", + "And breath’d such life with kisses in my lips,\n", + "That I reviv’d, and was an emperor.\n", + "Ah me, how sweet is love itself possess’d,\n", + "When but love’s shadows are so rich in joy.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Balthasar.\n", + "\n", + "News from Verona! How now, Balthasar?\n", + "Dost thou not bring me letters from the Friar?\n", + "How doth my lady? Is my father well?\n", + "How fares my Juliet? That I ask again;\n", + "For nothing can be ill if she be well.\n", + "\n", + "BALTHASAR.\n", + "Then she is well, and nothing can be ill.\n", + "Her body sleeps in Capel’s monument,\n", + "And her immortal part with angels lives.\n", + "I saw her laid low in her kindred’s vault,\n", + "And presently took post to tell it you.\n", + "O pardon me for bringing these ill news,\n", + "Since you did leave it for my office, sir.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Is it even so? Then I defy you, stars!\n", + "Thou know’st my lodging. Get me ink and paper,\n", + "And hire post-horses. I will hence tonight.\n", + "\n", + "BALTHASAR.\n", + "I do beseech you sir, have patience.\n", + "Your looks are pale and wild, and do import\n", + "Some misadventure.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Tush, thou art deceiv’d.\n", + "Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do.\n", + "Hast thou no letters to me from the Friar?\n", + "\n", + "BALTHASAR.\n", + "No, my good lord.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "No matter. Get thee gone,\n", + "And hire those horses. I’ll be with thee straight.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit Balthasar._]\n", + "\n", + "Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight.\n", + "Let’s see for means. O mischief thou art swift\n", + "To enter in the thoughts of desperate men.\n", + "I do remember an apothecary,—\n", + "And hereabouts he dwells,—which late I noted\n", + "In tatter’d weeds, with overwhelming brows,\n", + "Culling of simples, meagre were his looks,\n", + "Sharp misery had worn him to the bones;\n", + "And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,\n", + "An alligator stuff’d, and other skins\n", + "Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves\n", + "A beggarly account of empty boxes,\n", + "Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,\n", + "Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses\n", + "Were thinly scatter’d, to make up a show.\n", + "Noting this penury, to myself I said,\n", + "And if a man did need a poison now,\n", + "Whose sale is present death in Mantua,\n", + "Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.\n", + "O, this same thought did but forerun my need,\n", + "And this same needy man must sell it me.\n", + "As I remember, this should be the house.\n", + "Being holiday, the beggar’s shop is shut.\n", + "What, ho! Apothecary!\n", + "\n", + " Enter Apothecary.\n", + "\n", + "APOTHECARY.\n", + "Who calls so loud?\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor.\n", + "Hold, there is forty ducats. Let me have\n", + "A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear\n", + "As will disperse itself through all the veins,\n", + "That the life-weary taker may fall dead,\n", + "And that the trunk may be discharg’d of breath\n", + "As violently as hasty powder fir’d\n", + "Doth hurry from the fatal cannon’s womb.\n", + "\n", + "APOTHECARY.\n", + "Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua’s law\n", + "Is death to any he that utters them.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,\n", + "And fear’st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks,\n", + "Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,\n", + "Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back.\n", + "The world is not thy friend, nor the world’s law;\n", + "The world affords no law to make thee rich;\n", + "Then be not poor, but break it and take this.\n", + "\n", + "APOTHECARY.\n", + "My poverty, but not my will consents.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.\n", + "\n", + "APOTHECARY.\n", + "Put this in any liquid thing you will\n", + "And drink it off; and, if you had the strength\n", + "Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "There is thy gold, worse poison to men’s souls,\n", + "Doing more murder in this loathsome world\n", + "Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.\n", + "I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.\n", + "Farewell, buy food, and get thyself in flesh.\n", + "Come, cordial and not poison, go with me\n", + "To Juliet’s grave, for there must I use thee.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt._]\n", + "\n", + "SCENE II. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Friar John.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR JOHN.\n", + "Holy Franciscan Friar! Brother, ho!\n", + "\n", + " Enter Friar Lawrence.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "This same should be the voice of Friar John.\n", + "Welcome from Mantua. What says Romeo?\n", + "Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR JOHN.\n", + "Going to find a barefoot brother out,\n", + "One of our order, to associate me,\n", + "Here in this city visiting the sick,\n", + "And finding him, the searchers of the town,\n", + "Suspecting that we both were in a house\n", + "Where the infectious pestilence did reign,\n", + "Seal’d up the doors, and would not let us forth,\n", + "So that my speed to Mantua there was stay’d.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Who bare my letter then to Romeo?\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR JOHN.\n", + "I could not send it,—here it is again,—\n", + "Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,\n", + "So fearful were they of infection.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Unhappy fortune! By my brotherhood,\n", + "The letter was not nice, but full of charge,\n", + "Of dear import, and the neglecting it\n", + "May do much danger. Friar John, go hence,\n", + "Get me an iron crow and bring it straight\n", + "Unto my cell.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR JOHN.\n", + "Brother, I’ll go and bring it thee.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit._]\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Now must I to the monument alone.\n", + "Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake.\n", + "She will beshrew me much that Romeo\n", + "Hath had no notice of these accidents;\n", + "But I will write again to Mantua,\n", + "And keep her at my cell till Romeo come.\n", + "Poor living corse, clos’d in a dead man’s tomb.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit._]\n", + "\n", + "SCENE III. A churchyard; in it a Monument belonging to the Capulets.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Paris, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch.\n", + "\n", + "PARIS.\n", + "Give me thy torch, boy. Hence and stand aloof.\n", + "Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.\n", + "Under yond yew tree lay thee all along,\n", + "Holding thy ear close to the hollow ground;\n", + "So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,\n", + "Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,\n", + "But thou shalt hear it. Whistle then to me,\n", + "As signal that thou hear’st something approach.\n", + "Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.\n", + "\n", + "PAGE.\n", + "[_Aside._] I am almost afraid to stand alone\n", + "Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.\n", + "\n", + " [_Retires._]\n", + "\n", + "PARIS.\n", + "Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew.\n", + "O woe, thy canopy is dust and stones,\n", + "Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,\n", + "Or wanting that, with tears distill’d by moans.\n", + "The obsequies that I for thee will keep,\n", + "Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.\n", + "\n", + " [_The Page whistles._]\n", + "\n", + "The boy gives warning something doth approach.\n", + "What cursed foot wanders this way tonight,\n", + "To cross my obsequies and true love’s rite?\n", + "What, with a torch! Muffle me, night, awhile.\n", + "\n", + " [_Retires._]\n", + "\n", + " Enter Romeo and Balthasar with a torch, mattock, &c.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.\n", + "Hold, take this letter; early in the morning\n", + "See thou deliver it to my lord and father.\n", + "Give me the light; upon thy life I charge thee,\n", + "Whate’er thou hear’st or seest, stand all aloof\n", + "And do not interrupt me in my course.\n", + "Why I descend into this bed of death\n", + "Is partly to behold my lady’s face,\n", + "But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger\n", + "A precious ring, a ring that I must use\n", + "In dear employment. Therefore hence, be gone.\n", + "But if thou jealous dost return to pry\n", + "In what I further shall intend to do,\n", + "By heaven I will tear thee joint by joint,\n", + "And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs.\n", + "The time and my intents are savage-wild;\n", + "More fierce and more inexorable far\n", + "Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.\n", + "\n", + "BALTHASAR.\n", + "I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that.\n", + "Live, and be prosperous, and farewell, good fellow.\n", + "\n", + "BALTHASAR.\n", + "For all this same, I’ll hide me hereabout.\n", + "His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.\n", + "\n", + " [_Retires_]\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,\n", + "Gorg’d with the dearest morsel of the earth,\n", + "Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,\n", + "\n", + " [_Breaking open the door of the monument._]\n", + "\n", + "And in despite, I’ll cram thee with more food.\n", + "\n", + "PARIS.\n", + "This is that banish’d haughty Montague\n", + "That murder’d my love’s cousin,—with which grief,\n", + "It is supposed, the fair creature died,—\n", + "And here is come to do some villainous shame\n", + "To the dead bodies. I will apprehend him.\n", + "\n", + " [_Advances._]\n", + "\n", + "Stop thy unhallow’d toil, vile Montague.\n", + "Can vengeance be pursu’d further than death?\n", + "Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee.\n", + "Obey, and go with me, for thou must die.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "I must indeed; and therefore came I hither.\n", + "Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man.\n", + "Fly hence and leave me. Think upon these gone;\n", + "Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,\n", + "Put not another sin upon my head\n", + "By urging me to fury. O be gone.\n", + "By heaven I love thee better than myself;\n", + "For I come hither arm’d against myself.\n", + "Stay not, be gone, live, and hereafter say,\n", + "A madman’s mercy bid thee run away.\n", + "\n", + "PARIS.\n", + "I do defy thy conjuration,\n", + "And apprehend thee for a felon here.\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy!\n", + "\n", + " [_They fight._]\n", + "\n", + "PAGE.\n", + "O lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit._]\n", + "\n", + "PARIS.\n", + "O, I am slain! [_Falls._] If thou be merciful,\n", + "Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.\n", + "\n", + " [_Dies._]\n", + "\n", + "ROMEO.\n", + "In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.\n", + "Mercutio’s kinsman, noble County Paris!\n", + "What said my man, when my betossed soul\n", + "Did not attend him as we rode? I think\n", + "He told me Paris should have married Juliet.\n", + "Said he not so? Or did I dream it so?\n", + "Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,\n", + "To think it was so? O, give me thy hand,\n", + "One writ with me in sour misfortune’s book.\n", + "I’ll bury thee in a triumphant grave.\n", + "A grave? O no, a lantern, slaught’red youth,\n", + "For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes\n", + "This vault a feasting presence full of light.\n", + "Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr’d.\n", + "\n", + " [_Laying Paris in the monument._]\n", + "\n", + "How oft when men are at the point of death\n", + "Have they been merry! Which their keepers call\n", + "A lightning before death. O, how may I\n", + "Call this a lightning? O my love, my wife,\n", + "Death that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath,\n", + "Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.\n", + "Thou art not conquer’d. Beauty’s ensign yet\n", + "Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,\n", + "And death’s pale flag is not advanced there.\n", + "Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?\n", + "O, what more favour can I do to thee\n", + "Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain\n", + "To sunder his that was thine enemy?\n", + "Forgive me, cousin. Ah, dear Juliet,\n", + "Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe\n", + "That unsubstantial death is amorous;\n", + "And that the lean abhorred monster keeps\n", + "Thee here in dark to be his paramour?\n", + "For fear of that I still will stay with thee,\n", + "And never from this palace of dim night\n", + "Depart again. Here, here will I remain\n", + "With worms that are thy chambermaids. O, here\n", + "Will I set up my everlasting rest;\n", + "And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars\n", + "From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last.\n", + "Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, O you\n", + "The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss\n", + "A dateless bargain to engrossing death.\n", + "Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide.\n", + "Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on\n", + "The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark.\n", + "Here’s to my love! [_Drinks._] O true apothecary!\n", + "Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.\n", + "\n", + " [_Dies._]\n", + "\n", + " Enter, at the other end of the Churchyard, Friar Lawrence, with a\n", + " lantern, crow, and spade.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Saint Francis be my speed. How oft tonight\n", + "Have my old feet stumbled at graves? Who’s there?\n", + "Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead?\n", + "\n", + "BALTHASAR.\n", + "Here’s one, a friend, and one that knows you well.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Bliss be upon you. Tell me, good my friend,\n", + "What torch is yond that vainly lends his light\n", + "To grubs and eyeless skulls? As I discern,\n", + "It burneth in the Capels’ monument.\n", + "\n", + "BALTHASAR.\n", + "It doth so, holy sir, and there’s my master,\n", + "One that you love.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Who is it?\n", + "\n", + "BALTHASAR.\n", + "Romeo.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "How long hath he been there?\n", + "\n", + "BALTHASAR.\n", + "Full half an hour.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Go with me to the vault.\n", + "\n", + "BALTHASAR.\n", + "I dare not, sir;\n", + "My master knows not but I am gone hence,\n", + "And fearfully did menace me with death\n", + "If I did stay to look on his intents.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Stay then, I’ll go alone. Fear comes upon me.\n", + "O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.\n", + "\n", + "BALTHASAR.\n", + "As I did sleep under this yew tree here,\n", + "I dreamt my master and another fought,\n", + "And that my master slew him.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "Romeo! [_Advances._]\n", + "Alack, alack, what blood is this which stains\n", + "The stony entrance of this sepulchre?\n", + "What mean these masterless and gory swords\n", + "To lie discolour’d by this place of peace?\n", + "\n", + " [_Enters the monument._]\n", + "\n", + "Romeo! O, pale! Who else? What, Paris too?\n", + "And steep’d in blood? Ah what an unkind hour\n", + "Is guilty of this lamentable chance?\n", + "The lady stirs.\n", + "\n", + " [_Juliet wakes and stirs._]\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "O comfortable Friar, where is my lord?\n", + "I do remember well where I should be,\n", + "And there I am. Where is my Romeo?\n", + "\n", + " [_Noise within._]\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest\n", + "Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep.\n", + "A greater power than we can contradict\n", + "Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.\n", + "Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;\n", + "And Paris too. Come, I’ll dispose of thee\n", + "Among a sisterhood of holy nuns.\n", + "Stay not to question, for the watch is coming.\n", + "Come, go, good Juliet. I dare no longer stay.\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exit Friar Lawrence._]\n", + "\n", + "What’s here? A cup clos’d in my true love’s hand?\n", + "Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.\n", + "O churl. Drink all, and left no friendly drop\n", + "To help me after? I will kiss thy lips.\n", + "Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,\n", + "To make me die with a restorative.\n", + "\n", + " [_Kisses him._]\n", + "\n", + "Thy lips are warm!\n", + "\n", + "FIRST WATCH.\n", + "[_Within._] Lead, boy. Which way?\n", + "\n", + "JULIET.\n", + "Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger.\n", + "\n", + " [_Snatching Romeo’s dagger._]\n", + "\n", + "This is thy sheath. [_stabs herself_] There rest, and let me die.\n", + "\n", + " [_Falls on Romeo’s body and dies._]\n", + "\n", + " Enter Watch with the Page of Paris.\n", + "\n", + "PAGE.\n", + "This is the place. There, where the torch doth burn.\n", + "\n", + "FIRST WATCH.\n", + "The ground is bloody. Search about the churchyard.\n", + "Go, some of you, whoe’er you find attach.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt some of the Watch._]\n", + "\n", + "Pitiful sight! Here lies the County slain,\n", + "And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,\n", + "Who here hath lain this two days buried.\n", + "Go tell the Prince; run to the Capulets.\n", + "Raise up the Montagues, some others search.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt others of the Watch._]\n", + "\n", + "We see the ground whereon these woes do lie,\n", + "But the true ground of all these piteous woes\n", + "We cannot without circumstance descry.\n", + "\n", + " Re-enter some of the Watch with Balthasar.\n", + "\n", + "SECOND WATCH.\n", + "Here’s Romeo’s man. We found him in the churchyard.\n", + "\n", + "FIRST WATCH.\n", + "Hold him in safety till the Prince come hither.\n", + "\n", + " Re-enter others of the Watch with Friar Lawrence.\n", + "\n", + "THIRD WATCH. Here is a Friar that trembles, sighs, and weeps.\n", + "We took this mattock and this spade from him\n", + "As he was coming from this churchyard side.\n", + "\n", + "FIRST WATCH.\n", + "A great suspicion. Stay the Friar too.\n", + "\n", + " Enter the Prince and Attendants.\n", + "\n", + "PRINCE.\n", + "What misadventure is so early up,\n", + "That calls our person from our morning’s rest?\n", + "\n", + " Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet and others.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "What should it be that they so shriek abroad?\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "O the people in the street cry Romeo,\n", + "Some Juliet, and some Paris, and all run\n", + "With open outcry toward our monument.\n", + "\n", + "PRINCE.\n", + "What fear is this which startles in our ears?\n", + "\n", + "FIRST WATCH.\n", + "Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain,\n", + "And Romeo dead, and Juliet, dead before,\n", + "Warm and new kill’d.\n", + "\n", + "PRINCE.\n", + "Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.\n", + "\n", + "FIRST WATCH.\n", + "Here is a Friar, and slaughter’d Romeo’s man,\n", + "With instruments upon them fit to open\n", + "These dead men’s tombs.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "O heaven! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!\n", + "This dagger hath mista’en, for lo, his house\n", + "Is empty on the back of Montague,\n", + "And it mis-sheathed in my daughter’s bosom.\n", + "\n", + "LADY CAPULET.\n", + "O me! This sight of death is as a bell\n", + "That warns my old age to a sepulchre.\n", + "\n", + " Enter Montague and others.\n", + "\n", + "PRINCE.\n", + "Come, Montague, for thou art early up,\n", + "To see thy son and heir more early down.\n", + "\n", + "MONTAGUE.\n", + "Alas, my liege, my wife is dead tonight.\n", + "Grief of my son’s exile hath stopp’d her breath.\n", + "What further woe conspires against mine age?\n", + "\n", + "PRINCE.\n", + "Look, and thou shalt see.\n", + "\n", + "MONTAGUE.\n", + "O thou untaught! What manners is in this,\n", + "To press before thy father to a grave?\n", + "\n", + "PRINCE.\n", + "Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,\n", + "Till we can clear these ambiguities,\n", + "And know their spring, their head, their true descent,\n", + "And then will I be general of your woes,\n", + "And lead you even to death. Meantime forbear,\n", + "And let mischance be slave to patience.\n", + "Bring forth the parties of suspicion.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "I am the greatest, able to do least,\n", + "Yet most suspected, as the time and place\n", + "Doth make against me, of this direful murder.\n", + "And here I stand, both to impeach and purge\n", + "Myself condemned and myself excus’d.\n", + "\n", + "PRINCE.\n", + "Then say at once what thou dost know in this.\n", + "\n", + "FRIAR LAWRENCE.\n", + "I will be brief, for my short date of breath\n", + "Is not so long as is a tedious tale.\n", + "Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet,\n", + "And she, there dead, that Romeo’s faithful wife.\n", + "I married them; and their stol’n marriage day\n", + "Was Tybalt’s doomsday, whose untimely death\n", + "Banish’d the new-made bridegroom from this city;\n", + "For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin’d.\n", + "You, to remove that siege of grief from her,\n", + "Betroth’d, and would have married her perforce\n", + "To County Paris. Then comes she to me,\n", + "And with wild looks, bid me devise some means\n", + "To rid her from this second marriage,\n", + "Or in my cell there would she kill herself.\n", + "Then gave I her, so tutored by my art,\n", + "A sleeping potion, which so took effect\n", + "As I intended, for it wrought on her\n", + "The form of death. Meantime I writ to Romeo\n", + "That he should hither come as this dire night\n", + "To help to take her from her borrow’d grave,\n", + "Being the time the potion’s force should cease.\n", + "But he which bore my letter, Friar John,\n", + "Was stay’d by accident; and yesternight\n", + "Return’d my letter back. Then all alone\n", + "At the prefixed hour of her waking\n", + "Came I to take her from her kindred’s vault,\n", + "Meaning to keep her closely at my cell\n", + "Till I conveniently could send to Romeo.\n", + "But when I came, some minute ere the time\n", + "Of her awaking, here untimely lay\n", + "The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.\n", + "She wakes; and I entreated her come forth\n", + "And bear this work of heaven with patience.\n", + "But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;\n", + "And she, too desperate, would not go with me,\n", + "But, as it seems, did violence on herself.\n", + "All this I know; and to the marriage\n", + "Her Nurse is privy. And if ought in this\n", + "Miscarried by my fault, let my old life\n", + "Be sacrific’d, some hour before his time,\n", + "Unto the rigour of severest law.\n", + "\n", + "PRINCE.\n", + "We still have known thee for a holy man.\n", + "Where’s Romeo’s man? What can he say to this?\n", + "\n", + "BALTHASAR.\n", + "I brought my master news of Juliet’s death,\n", + "And then in post he came from Mantua\n", + "To this same place, to this same monument.\n", + "This letter he early bid me give his father,\n", + "And threaten’d me with death, going in the vault,\n", + "If I departed not, and left him there.\n", + "\n", + "PRINCE.\n", + "Give me the letter, I will look on it.\n", + "Where is the County’s Page that rais’d the watch?\n", + "Sirrah, what made your master in this place?\n", + "\n", + "PAGE.\n", + "He came with flowers to strew his lady’s grave,\n", + "And bid me stand aloof, and so I did.\n", + "Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb,\n", + "And by and by my master drew on him,\n", + "And then I ran away to call the watch.\n", + "\n", + "PRINCE.\n", + "This letter doth make good the Friar’s words,\n", + "Their course of love, the tidings of her death.\n", + "And here he writes that he did buy a poison\n", + "Of a poor ’pothecary, and therewithal\n", + "Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.\n", + "Where be these enemies? Capulet, Montague,\n", + "See what a scourge is laid upon your hate,\n", + "That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love!\n", + "And I, for winking at your discords too,\n", + "Have lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punish’d.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "O brother Montague, give me thy hand.\n", + "This is my daughter’s jointure, for no more\n", + "Can I demand.\n", + "\n", + "MONTAGUE.\n", + "But I can give thee more,\n", + "For I will raise her statue in pure gold,\n", + "That whiles Verona by that name is known,\n", + "There shall no figure at such rate be set\n", + "As that of true and faithful Juliet.\n", + "\n", + "CAPULET.\n", + "As rich shall Romeo’s by his lady’s lie,\n", + "Poor sacrifices of our enmity.\n", + "\n", + "PRINCE.\n", + "A glooming peace this morning with it brings;\n", + "The sun for sorrow will not show his head.\n", + "Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things.\n", + "Some shall be pardon’d, and some punished,\n", + "For never was a story of more woe\n", + "Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.\n", + "\n", + " [_Exeunt._]\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ROMEO AND JULIET ***\n", + "\n", + "\n", + " \n", + "\n", + "Updated editions will replace the previous one—the old editions will\n", + "be renamed.\n", + "\n", + "Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright\n", + "law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works,\n", + "so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United\n", + "States without permission and without paying copyright\n", + "royalties. 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\"at\", \"one\", \"have\", \"this\", \"from\", \n", + " \"or\", \"had\", \"by\", \"not\", \"but\", \"what\", \"all\", \"were\", \"we\", \"her\", \"can\", \"an\"]\n", + " \n", + " with open( filename, 'r', encoding='utf-8', errors='ignore') as f:\n", + " text = f.read()\n", + "\n", + " lines = text.split('\\n')\n", + " new_lines= []\n", + "\n", + " for line in lines: \n", + " if line.strip() == \"\":\n", + " new_lines.append(\"\")\n", + " continue\n", + "\n", + " words = line.split()\n", + " new_words = []\n", + "\n", + " for word in words: \n", + " if word.lower() not in stopwords:\n", + " new_words.append(word)\n", + "\n", + " cleaned_line = ' '.join(new_words)\n", + " new_lines.append(cleaned_line)\n", + "\n", + " cleaned_text = '\\n'.join(new_lines)\n", + "\n", + " with open(filename, 'w', encoding= 'utf-8') as f: \n", + " f.write(cleaned_text)\n", + "\n", + "remove_stopwords('final_cleaned.txt')" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 32, + "id": "4253beae", + "metadata": {}, + "outputs": [ + { + "name": "stdout", + "output_type": "stream", + "text": [ + "the : 688\n", + "tragedy : 1\n", + "romeo : 298\n", + "and : 733\n", + "juliet : 178\n" + ] + } + ], + "source": [ + "#Word Frequency Analysis \n", + "\n", + "filename = 'final_cleaned.txt'\n", + "\n", + "def word_frequency_analysis(filename):\n", + " word_counter = {}\n", + " with open (filename, 'r', encoding='utf-8', errors='ignore') as f: \n", + " for line in f:\n", + " words = line.split()\n", + " for word in words: \n", + " if word not in word_counter: \n", + " word_counter[word] =1\n", + " else: \n", + " word_counter [word] += 1\n", + "\n", + " #This will give an example of how the dictionary looks like for the book \n", + " for i, (word, count) in enumerate(word_counter.items()): \n", + " if i == 5:\n", + " break \n", + " print(word, ':', count)\n", + "\n", + "word_frequency_analysis(filename)" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 33, + "id": "3da0bbfd", + "metadata": {}, + "outputs": [ + { + "name": "stdout", + "output_type": "stream", + "text": [ + "\n", + "Top 10 most common words:\n", + "\n", + "and : 733\n", + "the : 688\n", + "my : 355\n", + "romeo : 298\n", + "thou : 277\n", + "me : 263\n", + "juliet : 178\n", + "thy : 170\n", + "o : 149\n", + "will : 148\n", + "\n", + " Text Summary Statistics:\n", + "\n", + "Total words: 19309\n", + "Unique words: 3819\n", + "Average word length: 4.76\n", + "Average sentence length (in words): 0\n", + "Vocabulary richness: 0.198\n" + ] + } + ], + "source": [ + "# Computing Summary Statistics \n", + "\n", + "filename = 'final_cleaned.txt'\n", + "\n", + "def text_summary_statistics(filename):\n", + "\n", + " word_counter = {}\n", + " total_words = 0\n", + " total_sentences = 0\n", + " total_characters = 0\n", + "\n", + "\n", + " with open (filename, 'r', encoding='utf-8', errors='ignore') as f: \n", + " for line in f:\n", + " sentences = line.split('.')\n", + " total_sentences += len(sentences)-1\n", + " words = line.split()\n", + "\n", + " for word in words: \n", + " total_words += 1\n", + " total_characters += len(word)\n", + "\n", + " for word in words:\n", + " if word not in word_counter: \n", + " word_counter[word] =1\n", + " else: \n", + " word_counter [word] += 1\n", + "\n", + " # This is going to display the ten most common words\n", + " print(\"\\nTop 10 most common words:\\n\")\n", + " for word, count in sorted(word_counter.items(), key=lambda x: x[1], reverse=True)[:10]:\n", + " #used help of a VA for this code, the use of key-lambda helps python to count the value of each word and recerse=True to sort through the values and rank them from highest to lowest \n", + " print(word, ':', count)\n", + " \n", + " #Used VA to determine what was the best way to calculate the statistical analysis (like word length, document length etc.), and used the following equation to calculate the averages for this part and provide a statistical analysis \n", + " unique_words = len(word_counter)\n", + " avg_word_length = total_characters / total_words if total_words > 0 else 0\n", + " avg_sentence_length = total_words / total_sentences if total_sentences > 0 else 0\n", + " vocab_richness = unique_words / total_words if total_words > 0 else 0\n", + "\n", + " print(\"\\n Text Summary Statistics:\\n\")\n", + " print(\"Total words:\", total_words)\n", + " print(\"Unique words:\", unique_words)\n", + " print(\"Average word length:\", round(avg_word_length, 2))\n", + " print(\"Average sentence length (in words):\", round(avg_sentence_length, 2))\n", + " print(\"Vocabulary richness:\", round(vocab_richness, 3))\n", + "\n", + "text_summary_statistics('final_cleaned.txt')\n" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 34, + "id": "e7d9512c", + "metadata": {}, + "outputs": [ + { + "data": { + "image/png": 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So I will use two techniques, one with the file I currently have and the second after completing part 3." + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 35, + "id": "5b7ebfcd", + "metadata": {}, + "outputs": [ + { + "name": "stderr", + "output_type": "stream", + "text": [ + "[nltk_data] Downloading package vader_lexicon to\n", + "[nltk_data] C:\\Users\\ngaige1\\AppData\\Roaming\\nltk_data...\n", + "[nltk_data] Package vader_lexicon is already up-to-date!\n" + ] + }, + { + "name": "stdout", + "output_type": "stream", + "text": [ + " SENTIMENT ANALYSIS RESULTS \n", + "Negative: 0.137\n", + "Neutral: 0.7\n", + "Positive: 0.163\n", + "Overall Compound Score: 1.0\n", + "\n", + "→ The overall sentiment of the text is Positive.\n" + ] + } + ], + "source": [ + "# NLP with NLTK to run a sentiment analysis based on word usage patterns. \n", + "\n", + "import nltk\n", + "from nltk.sentiment import SentimentIntensityAnalyzer\n", + "nltk.download('vader_lexicon')\n", + "\n", + "\n", + "def sentiment_analysis(filename):\n", + " with open (filename, 'r', encoding='utf-8', errors='ignore') as f: \n", + " text = f.read()\n", + " sia = SentimentIntensityAnalyzer()\n", + " sentiment_words = sia.polarity_scores(text)\n", + "\n", + " print(\" SENTIMENT ANALYSIS RESULTS \")\n", + " print(f\"Negative: {sentiment_words['neg']}\")\n", + " print(f\"Neutral: {sentiment_words['neu']}\")\n", + " print(f\"Positive: {sentiment_words['pos']}\")\n", + " print(f\"Overall Compound Score: {sentiment_words['compound']}\")\n", + "\n", + " if sentiment_words['compound'] > 0:\n", + " print(\"\\n→ The overall sentiment of the text is Positive.\")\n", + " elif sentiment_words['compound'] < 0:\n", + " print(\"\\n→ The overall sentiment of the text is Negative.\")\n", + " else:\n", + " print(\"\\n→ The overall sentiment of the text is Neutral.\")\n", + "sentiment_analysis('final_cleaned.txt')\n", + "\n", + "\n" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "markdown", + "id": "cc01d05f", + "metadata": {}, + "source": [ + "Part 3: Learning with AI - Dictionary of Old English to New English " + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 36, + "id": "af72f237", + "metadata": {}, + "outputs": [ + { + "name": "stdout", + "output_type": "stream", + "text": [ + "abhor → disdain\n", + "absolute → perfect\n", + "addiction → proneness\n", + "balk → dispute\n", + "brave → handsome\n", + "character → letter\n", + "coil → distress\n", + "couch → sleep\n", + "cunning → clever\n", + "delation → accusation\n", + "deserving → merit\n", + "draw → near\n", + "egal → equal\n", + "emboss → kill\n", + "expedience → quickness\n", + "fancy → desire\n", + "fear → frighten\n", + "front → object\n", + "gast → scared\n", + "grave → bury\n", + "heavy → sad\n", + "honest → pure\n", + "inherit → given\n", + "judicious → fair\n", + "knap → strike\n", + "knave → servant\n", + "land → yard\n", + "lapsed → shocked\n", + "mad → crazy\n", + "mate → confuse\n", + "note → list\n", + "o'er wrought → overcome\n", + "ought → promised\n", + "painful → difficult\n", + "pall → wrapup\n", + "particoat → colorful\n", + "perpend → consider\n", + "quaint → beautiful\n", + "quake → tremble\n", + "quicken → lifen\n", + "rapture → ecstasy\n", + "ravin → destroy\n", + "respect → forethought\n", + "retire → retreat\n", + "shrift → admit\n", + "simular → counterfeit\n", + "still → always\n", + "subscription → acquiescence\n", + "take → enthrall\n", + "tax → blame\n", + "testy → worrisome\n", + "trigon → triangle\n", + "undergo → take on\n", + "unpregnant → idiotic\n", + "vile → disgusting\n", + "vindictive → vengeful\n", + "want → lack\n", + "wherefore → why\n", + "yare → prepared\n", + "young → recent\n", + "zany → idiotic\n", + "thou → you\n", + "art → are\n", + "thy → your\n", + "thee → you\n", + "thine → yours\n", + "ye → you\n", + "hast → have\n", + "hath → has\n", + "dost → do\n", + "doth → does\n", + "wilt → will\n", + "wouldst → would\n", + "shouldst → should\n", + "couldst → could\n", + "shalt → shall\n", + "mayst → may\n", + "mightst → might\n", + "canst → can\n", + "wast → were\n", + "wert → were\n", + "whence → from where\n", + "hence → from here\n", + "thither → to there\n", + "hither → to here\n", + "ere → before\n", + "nay → no\n", + "aye → yes\n", + "oft → often\n", + "naught → nothing\n", + "o’er → over\n", + "e’en → even\n", + "’tis → it is\n", + "’twas → it was\n", + "thou’rt → you are\n", + "hark → listen\n", + "prithee → please\n", + "anon → soon\n", + "fie → shame\n", + "marry → indeed\n", + "betwixt → between\n", + "oftentimes → often\n", + "forsooth → truly\n", + "methinks → i think\n", + "methought → i thought\n", + "yonder → over there\n", + "whither → where (to)\n", + "goest → go\n", + "comest → come\n", + "sayest → say\n", + "speakest → speak\n", + "lovest → love\n", + "thinkest → think\n", + "knowest → know\n", + "seest → see\n", + "call’st → call\n", + "mak’st → make\n" + ] + }, + { + "data": { + "text/plain": [ + "{'abhor': 'disdain',\n", + " 'absolute': 'perfect',\n", + " 'addiction': 'proneness',\n", + " 'balk': 'dispute',\n", + " 'brave': 'handsome',\n", + " 'character': 'letter',\n", + " 'coil': 'distress',\n", + " 'couch': 'sleep',\n", + " 'cunning': 'clever',\n", + " 'delation': 'accusation',\n", + " 'deserving': 'merit',\n", + " 'draw': 'near',\n", + " 'egal': 'equal',\n", + " 'emboss': 'kill',\n", + " 'expedience': 'quickness',\n", + " 'fancy': 'desire',\n", + " 'fear': 'frighten',\n", + " 'front': 'object',\n", + " 'gast': 'scared',\n", + " 'grave': 'bury',\n", + " 'heavy': 'sad',\n", + " 'honest': 'pure',\n", + " 'inherit': 'given',\n", + " 'judicious': 'fair',\n", + " 'knap': 'strike',\n", + " 'knave': 'servant',\n", + " 'land': 'yard',\n", + " 'lapsed': 'shocked',\n", + " 'mad': 'crazy',\n", + " 'mate': 'confuse',\n", + " 'note': 'list',\n", + " \"o'er wrought\": 'overcome',\n", + " 'ought': 'promised',\n", + " 'painful': 'difficult',\n", + " 'pall': 'wrapup',\n", + " 'particoat': 'colorful',\n", + " 'perpend': 'consider',\n", + " 'quaint': 'beautiful',\n", + " 'quake': 'tremble',\n", + " 'quicken': 'lifen',\n", + " 'rapture': 'ecstasy',\n", + " 'ravin': 'destroy',\n", + " 'respect': 'forethought',\n", + " 'retire': 'retreat',\n", + " 'shrift': 'admit',\n", + " 'simular': 'counterfeit',\n", + " 'still': 'always',\n", + " 'subscription': 'acquiescence',\n", + " 'take': 'enthrall',\n", + " 'tax': 'blame',\n", + " 'testy': 'worrisome',\n", + " 'trigon': 'triangle',\n", + " 'undergo': 'take on',\n", + " 'unpregnant': 'idiotic',\n", + " 'vile': 'disgusting',\n", + " 'vindictive': 'vengeful',\n", + " 'want': 'lack',\n", + " 'wherefore': 'why',\n", + " 'yare': 'prepared',\n", + " 'young': 'recent',\n", + " 'zany': 'idiotic',\n", + " 'thou': 'you',\n", + " 'art': 'are',\n", + " 'thy': 'your',\n", + " 'thee': 'you',\n", + " 'thine': 'yours',\n", + " 'ye': 'you',\n", + " 'hast': 'have',\n", + " 'hath': 'has',\n", + " 'dost': 'do',\n", + " 'doth': 'does',\n", + " 'wilt': 'will',\n", + " 'wouldst': 'would',\n", + " 'shouldst': 'should',\n", + " 'couldst': 'could',\n", + " 'shalt': 'shall',\n", + " 'mayst': 'may',\n", + " 'mightst': 'might',\n", + " 'canst': 'can',\n", + " 'wast': 'were',\n", + " 'wert': 'were',\n", + " 'whence': 'from where',\n", + " 'hence': 'from here',\n", + " 'thither': 'to there',\n", + " 'hither': 'to here',\n", + " 'ere': 'before',\n", + " 'nay': 'no',\n", + " 'aye': 'yes',\n", + " 'oft': 'often',\n", + " 'naught': 'nothing',\n", + " 'o’er': 'over',\n", + " 'e’en': 'even',\n", + " '’tis': 'it is',\n", + " '’twas': 'it was',\n", + " 'thou’rt': 'you are',\n", + " 'hark': 'listen',\n", + " 'prithee': 'please',\n", + " 'anon': 'soon',\n", + " 'fie': 'shame',\n", + " 'marry': 'indeed',\n", + " 'betwixt': 'between',\n", + " 'oftentimes': 'often',\n", + " 'forsooth': 'truly',\n", + " 'methinks': 'i think',\n", + " 'methought': 'i thought',\n", + " 'yonder': 'over there',\n", + " 'whither': 'where (to)',\n", + " 'goest': 'go',\n", + " 'comest': 'come',\n", + " 'sayest': 'say',\n", + " 'speakest': 'speak',\n", + " 'lovest': 'love',\n", + " 'thinkest': 'think',\n", + " 'knowest': 'know',\n", + " 'seest': 'see',\n", + " 'call’st': 'call',\n", + " 'mak’st': 'make'}" + ] + }, + "execution_count": 36, + "metadata": {}, + "output_type": "execute_result" + } + ], + "source": [ + "# 1. Converting the Dictionary.txt to a python dictionary \n", + "import string\n", + "\n", + "def create_dictionary(filename):\n", + " dict_conversion ={}\n", + "\n", + " with open(filename, 'r', encoding= 'utf-8', errors = 'ignore') as f: \n", + " for line in f: \n", + "\n", + " line = line.strip().lower()\n", + "\n", + " parts = line.strip().split('-')\n", + " if len(parts) == 2:\n", + " old_word = parts[0].strip().lower()\n", + " new_word = parts[1].strip().lower()\n", + " dict_conversion[old_word]= new_word\n", + "\n", + " for old_word, new_word in dict_conversion.items():\n", + " print(old_word, '→', new_word)\n", + "\n", + " return dict_conversion\n", + "\n", + "create_dictionary('Dictionary.txt')" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 37, + "id": "f11acdd9", + "metadata": {}, + "outputs": [], + "source": [ + "# 2. Translaton function to change the old english word to the new english word through the new python dictionary created in the previous function\n", + "\n", + "def translate_words(word, dictionary):\n", + " cleaned = word.strip(string.punctuation).lower()\n", + " if cleaned in dictionary: \n", + " new_word = dictionary [cleaned]\n", + " return word.replace(cleaned, new_word)\n", + " else: \n", + " return word" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 38, + "id": "bdbe4e98", + "metadata": {}, + "outputs": [ + { + "name": "stdout", + "output_type": "stream", + "text": [ + "abhor → disdain\n", + "absolute → perfect\n", + "addiction → proneness\n", + "balk → dispute\n", + "brave → handsome\n", + "character → letter\n", + "coil → distress\n", + "couch → sleep\n", + "cunning → clever\n", + "delation → accusation\n", + "deserving → merit\n", + "draw → near\n", + "egal → equal\n", + "emboss → kill\n", + "expedience → quickness\n", + "fancy → desire\n", + "fear → frighten\n", + "front → object\n", + "gast → scared\n", + "grave → bury\n", + "heavy → sad\n", + "honest → pure\n", + "inherit → given\n", + "judicious → fair\n", + "knap → strike\n", + "knave → servant\n", + "land → yard\n", + "lapsed → shocked\n", + "mad → crazy\n", + "mate → confuse\n", + "note → list\n", + "o'er wrought → overcome\n", + "ought → promised\n", + "painful → difficult\n", + "pall → wrapup\n", + "particoat → colorful\n", + "perpend → consider\n", + "quaint → beautiful\n", + "quake → tremble\n", + "quicken → lifen\n", + "rapture → ecstasy\n", + "ravin → destroy\n", + "respect → forethought\n", + "retire → retreat\n", + "shrift → admit\n", + "simular → counterfeit\n", + "still → always\n", + "subscription → acquiescence\n", + "take → enthrall\n", + "tax → blame\n", + "testy → worrisome\n", + "trigon → triangle\n", + "undergo → take on\n", + "unpregnant → idiotic\n", + "vile → disgusting\n", + "vindictive → vengeful\n", + "want → lack\n", + "wherefore → why\n", + "yare → prepared\n", + "young → recent\n", + "zany → idiotic\n", + "thou → you\n", + "art → are\n", + "thy → your\n", + "thee → you\n", + "thine → yours\n", + "ye → you\n", + "hast → have\n", + "hath → has\n", + "dost → do\n", + "doth → does\n", + "wilt → will\n", + "wouldst → would\n", + "shouldst → should\n", + "couldst → could\n", + "shalt → shall\n", + "mayst → may\n", + "mightst → might\n", + "canst → can\n", + "wast → were\n", + "wert → were\n", + "whence → from where\n", + "hence → from here\n", + "thither → to there\n", + "hither → to here\n", + "ere → before\n", + "nay → no\n", + "aye → yes\n", + "oft → often\n", + "naught → nothing\n", + "o’er → over\n", + "e’en → even\n", + "’tis → it is\n", + "’twas → it was\n", + "thou’rt → you are\n", + "hark → listen\n", + "prithee → please\n", + "anon → soon\n", + "fie → shame\n", + "marry → indeed\n", + "betwixt → between\n", + "oftentimes → often\n", + "forsooth → truly\n", + "methinks → i think\n", + "methought → i thought\n", + "yonder → over there\n", + "whither → where (to)\n", + "goest → go\n", + "comest → come\n", + "sayest → say\n", + "speakest → speak\n", + "lovest → love\n", + "thinkest → think\n", + "knowest → know\n", + "seest → see\n", + "call’st → call\n", + "mak’st → make\n", + "Tanslation saved to: translated_text.txt\n" + ] + } + ], + "source": [ + "#3. Translating all of the old english word in the cleaned text version to an updated text vesion using modern english\n", + "\n", + "def translate_text_file(input_file, output_file, dictionary):\n", + " with open (input_file, 'r', encoding = 'utf-8', errors = 'ignore') as f:\n", + " lines = f.readlines()\n", + "\n", + " line_translation = []\n", + " for line in lines: \n", + " words = line.split()\n", + " new_words = []\n", + " for word in words: \n", + " new_words.append(translate_words(word, dictionary))\n", + " translated_line= ' '.join(new_words)\n", + " line_translation.append(translated_line)\n", + "\n", + " with open(output_file, 'w', encoding= 'utf-8', errors='ignore') as f: \n", + " for line in line_translation: \n", + " f.write (line + '\\n')\n", + " \n", + "\n", + " print ('Tanslation saved to: ', output_file)\n", + "\n", + "dictionary = create_dictionary('Dictionary.txt')\n", + "translate_text_file('final_cleaned.txt', 'translated_text.txt', dictionary)" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "markdown", + "id": "24388dff", + "metadata": {}, + "source": [ + "Second Optional Technique " + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "code", + "execution_count": 39, + "id": "c8f66b09", + "metadata": {}, + "outputs": [ + { + "name": "stdout", + "output_type": "stream", + "text": [ + " TEXT SIMILARITY ANALYSIS \n", + "Basic Ratio: 98\n", + "Partial Ratio: 98\n", + "Token Sort Ratio: 96\n", + "Token Set Ratio: 99\n", + "\n", + "→ The two texts are very similar.\n" + ] + } + ], + "source": [ + "#Text similarity between the old english text file and the new modern english text file \n", + "\n", + "from thefuzz import fuzz\n", + "\n", + "def text_similarity(file1, file2, sample_size=10000):\n", + " with open(file1, 'r', encoding='utf-8', errors='ignore') as f1: \n", + " text1 = f1.read(sample_size)\n", + " \n", + " with open(file2, 'r', encoding='utf-8', errors='ignore') as f2: \n", + " text2 = f2.read(sample_size)\n", + "\n", + " ratio = fuzz.ratio(text1, text2)\n", + " partial = fuzz.partial_ratio(text1, text2)\n", + " token_sort = fuzz.token_sort_ratio(text1, text2)\n", + " token_set = fuzz.token_set_ratio(text1, text2)\n", + "\n", + " print(\" TEXT SIMILARITY ANALYSIS \")\n", + " print(f\"Basic Ratio: {ratio}\")\n", + " print(f\"Partial Ratio: {partial}\")\n", + " print(f\"Token Sort Ratio: {token_sort}\")\n", + " print(f\"Token Set Ratio: {token_set}\")\n", + "\n", + " \n", + " if ratio > 90:\n", + " print(\"\\n→ The two texts are very similar.\")\n", + " elif ratio > 70:\n", + " print(\"\\n→ The texts share many similarities but have noticeable differences.\")\n", + " else:\n", + " print(\"\\n→ The texts are quite different from each other.\")\n", + "\n", + "text_similarity('final_cleaned.txt', 'translated_text.txt', sample_size=10000)" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "markdown", + "id": "538c689d", + "metadata": {}, + "source": [ + "Part 4: Project Write Up and Reflection " + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "markdown", + "id": "96416ad4", + "metadata": {}, + "source": [ + "Project Overview" + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "markdown", + "id": "c66f6acb", + "metadata": {}, + "source": [ + "Implementation " + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "markdown", + "id": "7aa1574a", + "metadata": {}, + "source": [ + "Results " + ] + }, + { + "cell_type": "markdown", + "id": "60f7e506", + "metadata": {}, + "source": [ + "Reflection " + ] + } + ], + "metadata": { + "kernelspec": { + "display_name": "base", + "language": "python", + "name": "python3" + }, + "language_info": { + "codemirror_mode": { + "name": "ipython", + "version": 3 + }, + "file_extension": ".py", + "mimetype": "text/x-python", + "name": "python", + "nbconvert_exporter": "python", + "pygments_lexer": "ipython3", + "version": "3.13.5" + } + }, + "nbformat": 4, + "nbformat_minor": 5 +} diff --git a/development/final_cleaned.txt b/development/final_cleaned.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0752c08 --- /dev/null +++ b/development/final_cleaned.txt @@ -0,0 +1,10546 @@ + + + + + + + + + +the tragedy romeo and juliet + + + +william shakespeare + + + + + + + + + +contents + + + +the prologue + + + +act + +scene public place + +scene ii street + +scene iii room capulet’s house + +scene iv street + +scene v hall capulet’s house + + + +act ii + +chorus + +scene open place adjoining capulet’s garden + +scene ii capulet’s garden + +scene iii friar lawrence’s cell + +scene iv street + +scene v capulet’s garden + +scene vi friar lawrence’s cell + + + +act iii + +scene public place + +scene ii room capulet’s house + +scene iii friar lawrence’s cell + +scene iv room capulet’s house + +scene v open gallery juliet’s chamber overlooking the garden + + + +act iv + +scene friar lawrence’s cell + +scene ii hall capulet’s house + +scene iii juliet’s chamber + +scene iv hall capulet’s house + +scene v juliet’s chamber juliet the bed + + + +act v + +scene mantua street + +scene ii friar lawrence’s cell + +scene iii churchyard monument belonging the capulets + + + + + + + + + +dramatis personæ 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+draw thy tool here comes the house montagues + + + +enter abram and balthasar + + + +sampson + +my naked weapon out quarrel will back thee + + + +gregory + +how turn thy back and run + + + +sampson + +fear me + + + +gregory + +no marry fear thee + + + +sampson + +let us take the law our sides let them begin + + + +gregory + +will frown pass and let them take list + + + +sampson + +nay dare will bite my thumb them which disgrace + +them if bear + + + +abram + +do bite your thumb us sir + + + +sampson + +do bite my thumb sir + + + +abram + +do bite your thumb us sir + + + +sampson + +the law our side if say ay + + + +gregory + +no + + + +sampson + +no sir do bite my thumb sir bite my thumb sir + + + +gregory + +do quarrel sir + + + +abram + +quarrel sir no sir + + + +sampson + +if do sir am serve good man + + + +abram + +no better + + + +sampson + +well sir + + + +enter benvolio + + + +gregory + +say better here comes my master’s kinsmen + + + +sampson + +yes better sir + + + +abram + 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and wellgovern’d youth + +would the wealth the town + +here my house do him disparagement + +therefore patient take no note him + +my will the which if thou respect + +show fair presence and put off these frowns + +illbeseeming semblance feast + + + +tybalt + +fits when such villain guest + +i’ll endure him + + + +capulet + +shall endur’d + +goodman boy say shall go + +am the master here go + +you’ll endure him god shall mend my soul + +you’ll make mutiny among my guests + +will set cockahoop you’ll the man + + + +tybalt + +why uncle ’tis shame + + + +capulet + +go go + +are saucy boy is’t so indeed + +trick may chance scathe know + +must contrary me marry ’tis time + +well said my hearts—you are princox go + +quiet or—more light more light—for shame + +i’ll make quiet cheerly my hearts + + + +tybalt + +patience perforce wilful choler meeting + +makes my flesh tremble their different greeting + +will withdraw intrusion shall + +now seeming sweet convert bitter gall + + + +exit + + + 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wash’d the farthest sea + +should adventure such merchandise + + + +juliet + +thou knowest the mask night my face + +else would maiden blush bepaint my cheek + +which thou hast heard me speak tonight + +fain would dwell form fain fain deny + +spoke farewell compliment + +dost thou love me know thou wilt say ay + +and will take thy word yet if thou swear’st + +thou mayst prove false lovers’ perjuries + +say jove laughs o gentle romeo + +if thou dost love pronounce faithfully + +if thou thinkest am too quickly won + +i’ll frown and perverse and say thee nay + +so thou wilt woo else the world + +truth fair montague am too fond + +and therefore thou mayst think my ’haviour light + +trust me gentleman i’ll prove more true + +than those more cunning strange + +should been more strange must confess + +thou overheard’st ere ’ware + +my truelove passion therefore pardon me + +and impute yielding light love + +which the dark night hath so discovered + + + +romeo + +lady yonder blessed moon vow + +tips silver these fruittree tops— + + + +juliet + +o swear the moon th’inconstant moon + +monthly changes circled orb + +lest thy love prove likewise variable + + + +romeo + +shall swear + + + +juliet + +do swear + +if thou wilt swear thy gracious self + +which the god my idolatry + +and i’ll believe thee + + + +romeo + +if my heart’s dear love— + + + +juliet + +well do swear although joy thee + +no joy contract tonight + +too rash too unadvis’d too sudden + +too like the lightning which doth cease + +ere say “it lightens” sweet good night + +bud love summer’s ripening breath + +may prove beauteous flower when next meet + +good night good night sweet repose and rest + +come thy heart within my breast + + + +romeo + +o wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied + + + +juliet + +satisfaction canst thou tonight + + + +romeo + +th’exchange thy love’s faithful vow mine + + + +juliet + +gave thee mine before thou didst request + +and yet would give again + + + +romeo + +would’st thou withdraw 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+and i’ll still stay thee still forget + +forgetting any other home + + + +juliet + +’tis almost morning would thee gone + +and yet no farther than wanton’s bird + +lets hop little hand + +like poor prisoner twisted gyves + +and silk thread plucks back again + +so lovingjealous liberty + + + +romeo + +would thy bird + + + +juliet + +sweet so would + +yet should kill thee much cherishing + +good night good night parting such sweet sorrow + +shall say good night till morrow + + + +exit + + + +romeo + +sleep dwell upon thine eyes peace thy breast + +would sleep and peace so sweet rest + +hence will my ghostly sire’s cell + +help crave and my dear hap tell + + + +exit + + + +scene iii friar lawrence’s cell + + + +enter friar lawrence basket + + + +friar lawrence + +the greyey’d morn smiles the frowning night + +chequering the eastern clouds streaks light + +and fleckled darkness like drunkard reels + +forth day’s pathway made titan’s fiery wheels + +now ere the sun advance burning eye + +the day cheer and night’s dank dew dry + +must upfill osier cage ours + +baleful weeds and preciousjuiced flowers + +the earth that’s nature’s mother tomb + +burying grave womb + +and womb children divers kind + +sucking natural bosom find + +many many virtues excellent + +none some and yet different + +o mickle the powerful grace lies + +plants herbs stones and their true qualities + +naught so vile the earth doth live + +the earth some special good doth give + +nor aught so good strain’d fair use + +revolts true birth stumbling abuse + +virtue itself turns vice being misapplied + +and vice sometime’s action dignified + + + +enter romeo + + + +within the infant rind weak flower + +poison hath residence and medicine power + +being smelt part cheers each part + +being tasted slays senses the heart + +two such opposed kings encamp them still + +man well herbs—grace and rude will + +and where the worser predominant + +full soon the canker death eats up plant + + + +romeo + +good morrow father + + + +friar lawrence + +benedicite + +early tongue so sweet saluteth me + +young son argues distemper’d head + +so soon bid good morrow thy bed + +care keeps watch every old man’s eye + +and where care lodges sleep will never lie + +where unbruised youth unstuff’d brain + +doth couch limbs there golden sleep doth reign + +therefore thy earliness doth me assure + +thou art uprous’d some distemperature + +if so then here hit right + +our romeo hath been bed tonight + + + +romeo + +last true the sweeter rest mine + + + +friar lawrence + +god pardon sin wast thou rosaline + + + +romeo + +rosaline my ghostly father no + +forgot name and name’s woe + + + +friar lawrence + +that’s my good son where hast thou been then + + + +romeo + +i’ll tell thee ere thou ask me again + +been feasting mine enemy + +where sudden hath wounded me + +that’s me wounded both our remedies + +within thy help and holy physic lies + +bear no hatred blessed man lo + +my intercession likewise steads my foe + + + +friar lawrence + +plain good son and homely thy drift + +riddling confession finds riddling shrift + + + +romeo + +then plainly know my heart’s dear love set + +the fair daughter rich capulet + +mine hers so hers set mine + +and combin’d save thou must combine + +holy marriage when and where and how + +met woo’d and made exchange vow + +i’ll tell thee pass pray + +thou consent marry us today + + + +friar lawrence + +holy saint francis change here + +rosaline thou didst love so dear + +so soon forsaken young men’s love then lies + +truly their hearts their eyes + +jesu maria deal brine + +hath wash’d thy sallow cheeks rosaline + +how much salt water thrown away waste + +season love doth taste + +the sun yet thy sighs heaven clears + +thy old groans yet ring mine ancient ears + +lo here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit + +old tear wash’d off yet + +if ere thou wast thyself and these woes thine + +thou and these woes rosaline + +and art thou chang’d pronounce sentence then + +women 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father’s + +house + + + +mercutio + +challenge my life + + + +benvolio + +romeo will answer + + + +mercutio + +any man write may answer letter + + + +benvolio + +nay will answer the letter’s master how dares being dared + + + +mercutio + +alas poor romeo already dead stabbed white wench’s black + +eye run through the ear love song the very pin heart + +cleft the blind bowboy’s buttshaft and man encounter + +tybalt + + + +benvolio + +why tybalt + + + +mercutio + +more than prince cats o he’s the courageous captain + +compliments fights sing pricksong keeps time distance + +and proportion rests minim rest two and the third + +your bosom the very butcher silk button duellist duellist + +gentleman the very first house the first and second cause ah + +the immortal passado the punto reverso the hay + + + +benvolio + +the + + + +mercutio + +the pox such antic lisping affecting phantasies these new tuners + +accent jesu very good blade very tall man very good + +whore why lamentable thing grandsire should + +thus afflicted these strange flies these fashionmongers + +these pardonme’s who stand so much the new form cannot + +sit ease the old bench o their bones their bones + + + +enter romeo + + + +benvolio + +here comes romeo here comes romeo + + + +mercutio + +without roe like dried herring o flesh flesh how art thou + +fishified now the numbers petrarch flowed laura + +lady kitchen wench—marry she better love + +berhyme dido dowdy cleopatra gypsy helen and hero hildings + +and harlots thisbe grey eye so the purpose signior + +romeo bonjour there’s french salutation your french slop + +gave us the counterfeit fairly last night + + + +romeo + +good morrow both counterfeit did give + + + +mercutio + +the slip sir the slip conceive + + + +romeo + +pardon good mercutio my business great and such case + +mine man may strain courtesy + + + +mercutio + +that’s much say such case yours constrains man bow + +the hams + + + +romeo + +meaning curtsy + + + +mercutio + +thou hast most kindly hit + + + +romeo + +most courteous exposition + + + +mercutio + +nay am the very pink courtesy + + + +romeo + +pink flower + + + +mercutio + +right + + + +romeo + +why then my pump well flowered + + + +mercutio + +sure wit follow me jest now till thou hast worn out thy pump + +when the single sole worn the jest may remain after the + +wearing solely singular + + + +romeo + +o singlesoled jest solely singular the singleness + + + +mercutio + +come between us good benvolio my wits faint + + + +romeo + +swits and spurs swits and spurs i’ll cry match + + + +mercutio + +nay if thy wits run the wildgoose chase am done thou hast + +more the wildgoose thy wits than am sure my + +whole five there the goose + + + +romeo + +thou wast never me anything when thou wast there the + +goose + + + +mercutio + +will bite thee the ear jest + + + +romeo + +nay good goose bite + + + +mercutio + +thy wit very bitter sweeting most sharp sauce + + + +romeo + +and then well served sweet goose + + + 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+mercutio + +god ye goodden fair gentlewoman + + + +nurse + +goodden + + + +mercutio + +’tis no less tell ye the bawdy hand the dial now upon the + +prick noon + + + +nurse + +out upon man are + + + +romeo + +gentlewoman god hath made himself mar + + + +nurse + +my troth well said himself mar quoth gentlemen + +any tell me where may find the young romeo + + + +romeo + +tell young romeo will older when found him + +than when sought him am the youngest name + +fault worse + + + +nurse + +say well + + + +mercutio + +yea the worst well very well took i’faith wisely wisely + + + +nurse + +if sir desire some confidence + + + +benvolio + +she will endite him some supper + + + +mercutio + +bawd bawd bawd so ho + + + +romeo + +hast thou found + + + +mercutio + +no hare sir unless hare sir lenten pie something + +stale and hoar ere spent + +sings + +old hare hoar + +and old hare hoar + +very good meat lent + +hare hoar + +too much score + +when hoars ere spent + +romeo will come your father’s we’ll dinner thither + + + +romeo + +will follow + + + +mercutio + +farewell ancient lady farewell lady lady lady + + + +exeunt mercutio and benvolio + + + +nurse + +pray sir saucy merchant so full + +ropery + + + +romeo + +gentleman nurse loves hear himself talk and will speak + +more minute than will stand month + + + +nurse + +and speak anything against me i’ll take him down and lustier + +than and twenty such jacks and if cannot i’ll find those + +shall scurvy knave am none flirtgills am none + +skainsmates—and thou must stand too and suffer every knave + +use me pleasure + + + +peter + +saw no man use pleasure if my weapon should + +quickly been out warrant dare draw soon another + +man if see occasion good quarrel and the law my side + + + +nurse + +now afore god am so vexed every part about me quivers scurvy + +knave pray sir word and told my young lady bid me + +enquire out she bade me say will keep myself first + +let me tell ye if ye should lead fool’s paradise + +say very 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+ +nurse + +now god heaven bless thee hark sir + + + +romeo + +say’st thou my dear nurse + + + +nurse + +your man secret did ne’er hear say + +two may keep counsel putting away + + + +romeo + +warrant thee my man’s true steel + + + +nurse + +well sir my mistress the sweetest lady lord lord when ’twas + +little prating thing—o there nobleman town paris + +would fain lay knife aboard she good soul lief see + +toad very toad see him anger sometimes and tell + +paris the properer man i’ll warrant when say so she + +looks pale any clout the versal world doth rosemary and + +romeo begin both letter + + + +romeo + +ay nurse both r + + + +nurse + +ah mocker that’s the dog’s name r the—no know begins + +some other letter and she hath the prettiest sententious + +and rosemary would do good hear + + + +romeo + +commend me thy lady + + + +nurse + +ay thousand times peter + + + +exit romeo + + + +peter + +anon + + + +nurse + +before and apace + + + +exeunt + + + +scene v capulet’s garden + + + +enter juliet + + + +juliet + +the clock struck nine when did send the nurse + +half hour she promised return + +perchance she cannot meet him that’s so + +o she lame love’s heralds should thoughts + +which ten times faster glides than the sun’s beams + +driving back shadows over lowering hills + +therefore do nimblepinion’d doves draw love + +and therefore hath the windswift cupid wings + +now the sun upon the highmost hill + +day’s journey and nine till twelve + +three long hours yet she come + +she affections and warm youthful blood + +she’d swift motion ball + +my words would bandy my sweet love + +and me + +old folks many feign dead + +unwieldy slow heavy and pale lead + + + +enter nurse and peter + + + +o god she comes o honey nurse news + +hast thou met him send thy man away + + + +nurse + +peter stay the gate + + + +exit peter + + + +juliet + +now good sweet nurse—o lord why look’st thou sad + +though news sad yet tell them merrily + +if good thou sham’st the music sweet news + +playing me so sour face + + + +nurse + +am aweary give me leave awhile + +fie how my bones ache jaunt + + + +juliet + +would thou hadst my bones and thy news + +nay come pray thee speak good good nurse speak + + + +nurse + +jesu haste stay while do see am + +out breath + + + +juliet + +how art thou out breath when thou hast breath + +say me thou art out breath + +the excuse thou dost make delay + +longer than the tale thou dost excuse + +thy news good bad answer + +say either and i’ll stay the circumstance + +let me satisfied is’t good bad + + + +nurse + +well made simple choice know how choose man + +romeo no though face better than any man’s yet + +leg excels men’s and hand and foot and body though + +talked yet are past compare the + +flower courtesy i’ll warrant him gentle lamb go thy + +ways wench serve god dined home + + + +juliet + +no no did know before + +says our marriage + + + +nurse + +lord how my head aches head + +beats would fall twenty pieces + +my back o’ t’other side—o my back my back + +beshrew your heart sending me about + +catch my death jauncing up and down + + + +juliet + +i’faith am sorry thou art well + +sweet sweet sweet nurse tell me says my love + + + +nurse + +your love says like honest gentleman + +and courteous and kind and handsome + +and warrant virtuous—where your mother + + + +juliet + +where my mother why she within + +where should she how oddly thou repliest + +‘your love says like honest gentleman + +‘where your mother’ + + + +nurse + +o god’s lady dear + +are so hot marry come up trow + +the poultice my aching bones + +henceforward do your messages yourself + + + +juliet + +here’s such coil come says romeo + + + +nurse + +got leave go shrift today + + + +juliet + + + + + +nurse + +then hie hence friar lawrence’ cell + +there stays husband make wife + +now comes the wanton blood up your cheeks + +they’ll scarlet straight any news + +hie church must another way + +fetch ladder the which your love + +must climb bird’s nest soon when dark + +am the drudge and toil your delight + +shall bear the burden soon night + +go i’ll dinner hie the cell + + + +juliet + +hie high fortune honest nurse farewell + + + +exeunt + + + +scene vi friar lawrence’s cell + + + +enter friar lawrence and romeo + + + +friar lawrence + +so smile the heavens upon holy act + +afterhours sorrow chide us + + + +romeo + +amen amen come sorrow + +cannot countervail the exchange joy + +short minute gives me sight + +do thou close our hands holy words + +then lovedevouring death do dare + +enough may call mine + + + +friar lawrence + +these violent delights violent ends + +and their triumph die like fire and powder + +which kiss consume the sweetest honey + +loathsome own deliciousness + +and the taste confounds the appetite + +therefore love moderately long love doth so + +too swift arrives tardy too slow + + + +enter juliet + + + +here comes the lady o so light foot + +will ne’er wear out the everlasting flint + +lover may bestride the gossamers + +idles the wanton summer air + +and yet fall so light vanity + + + +juliet + +good even my ghostly confessor + + + +friar lawrence + +romeo shall thank thee daughter us both + + + +juliet + +much him else thanks too much + + + +romeo + +ah juliet if the measure thy joy + +heap’d like mine and thy skill more + +blazon then sweeten thy breath + +neighbour air and let rich music’s tongue + +unfold the imagin’d happiness both + +receive either dear encounter + + + +juliet + +conceit more rich matter than words + +brags substance ornament + +are beggars count their worth + +my true love grown such excess + +cannot sum up sum half my wealth + + + +friar lawrence + +come come me and will make short work + +your leaves shall stay alone + +till holy church incorporate two + + + +exeunt + + + + + + + + + +act iii + + + +scene public place + + + + + +enter mercutio benvolio page and servants + + + +benvolio + +pray thee good mercutio let’s retire + +the day hot the capulets abroad + +and if meet shall scape brawl + +now these hot days the mad blood stirring + + + +mercutio + +thou art like these fellows when enters the confines + +tavern claps me sword upon the table and says ‘god send me no + +need thee’ and the operation the second cup draws him the + +drawer when indeed there no need + + + +benvolio + +am like such fellow + + + +mercutio + +come come thou art hot jack thy mood any italy and + +soon moved moody and soon moody moved + + + +benvolio + +and + + + +mercutio + +nay there two such should none shortly would + +kill the other thou why thou wilt quarrel man hath + +hair more hair less beard than thou hast thou wilt quarrel + +man cracking nuts having no other reason because thou + +hast hazel eyes eye such eye would spy out such quarrel + +thy head full quarrels egg full meat and yet thy + +head hath been beaten addle egg quarrelling thou hast + +quarrelled man coughing the street because hath + +wakened thy dog hath lain asleep the sun didst thou fall + +out tailor wearing new doublet before easter + +another tying new shoes old riband and yet thou wilt + +tutor me quarrelling + + + +benvolio + +and so apt quarrel thou art any man should buy the fee + +simple my life hour and quarter + + + +mercutio + +the fee simple o simple + + + +enter tybalt and others + + + +benvolio + +my head here comes the capulets + + + +mercutio + +my heel care + + + +tybalt + +follow me close will speak them + +gentlemen goodden word + + + +mercutio + +and word us couple something make + +word and blow + + + +tybalt + +shall find me apt enough sir and will give me + +occasion + + + +mercutio + +could take some occasion without giving + + + +tybalt + +mercutio thou consortest romeo + + + +mercutio + +consort dost thou make us minstrels and thou make minstrels + +us look hear nothing discords here’s my fiddlestick here’s + +shall make dance zounds consort + + + +benvolio + +talk here the public haunt men + +either withdraw unto some private place + +and reason coldly your grievances + +else depart here eyes gaze us + + + +mercutio + +men’s eyes made look and let them gaze + +will budge no man’s pleasure + + + +enter romeo + + + +tybalt + +well peace sir here comes my man + + + +mercutio + +i’ll hanged sir if wear your livery + +marry go before field he’ll your follower + +your worship sense may call him man + + + +tybalt + +romeo the love bear thee afford + +no better term than thou art villain + + + +romeo + +tybalt the reason love thee + +doth much excuse the appertaining rage + +such greeting villain am none + +therefore farewell see thou know’st me + + + +tybalt + +boy shall excuse the injuries + +thou hast done me therefore turn and draw + + + +romeo + +do protest never injur’d thee + +love thee better than thou canst devise + +till thou shalt know the reason my love + +and so good capulet which name tender + +dearly mine own satisfied + + + +mercutio + +o calm dishonourable vile submission + +draws alla stoccata carries away + +tybalt ratcatcher will walk + + + +tybalt + +wouldst thou me + + + +mercutio + +good king cats nothing your nine lives mean + +make bold withal and shall use me hereafter drybeat the rest + +the eight will pluck your sword out pilcher the ears + +make haste lest mine about your ears ere out + + + +tybalt + +drawing am + + + +romeo + +gentle mercutio put thy rapier up + + + +mercutio + +come sir your passado + + + +fight + + + +romeo + +draw benvolio beat down their weapons + +gentlemen shame forbear outrage + +tybalt mercutio the prince expressly hath + +forbid bandying verona streets + +hold tybalt good mercutio + + + +exeunt tybalt partizans + + + +mercutio + +am hurt + +plague o’ both your houses am sped + +gone and hath nothing + + + +benvolio + +art thou hurt + + + +mercutio + +ay ay scratch scratch marry ’tis enough + +where my page go villain fetch surgeon + + + +exit page + + + +romeo + +courage man the hurt cannot much + + + +mercutio + +no ’tis so deep well nor so wide church door ’tis + +enough ’twill serve ask me tomorrow and shall find me + +grave man am peppered warrant world plague o’ both + +your houses zounds dog rat mouse cat scratch man + +death braggart rogue villain fights the book + +arithmetic—why the devil came between us hurt under your + +arm + + + +romeo + +thought the best + + + +mercutio + +help me into some house benvolio + +shall faint plague o’ both your houses + +made worms’ meat me + +and soundly too your houses + + + +exeunt mercutio and benvolio + + + +romeo + +gentleman the prince’s near ally + +my very friend hath got mortal hurt + +my behalf my reputation stain’d + +tybalt’s slander—tybalt hour + +hath been my cousin o sweet juliet + +thy beauty hath made me effeminate + +and my temper soften’d valour’s steel + + + +reenter benvolio + + + +benvolio + +o romeo romeo brave mercutio’s dead + +gallant spirit hath aspir’d the clouds + +which too untimely here did scorn the earth + + + +romeo + +day’s black fate mo days doth depend + +begins the woe others must end + + + +reenter tybalt + + + +benvolio + +here comes the furious tybalt back again + + + +romeo + +again triumph and mercutio slain + +away heaven respective lenity + +and fireey’d fury my conduct now + +now tybalt take the ‘villain’ back again + +late thou gav’st me mercutio’s soul + +little way above our heads + +staying thine keep him company + +either thou both must go him + + + +tybalt + +thou wretched boy didst consort him here + +shalt him hence + + + +romeo + +shall determine + + + +fight tybalt falls + + + +benvolio + +romeo away gone + +the citizens are up and tybalt slain + +stand amaz’d the prince will doom thee death + +if thou art taken hence gone away + + + +romeo + +o am fortune’s fool + + + +benvolio + +why dost thou stay + + + +exit romeo + + + +enter citizens + + + +first citizen + +which way ran kill’d mercutio + +tybalt murderer which way ran + + + +benvolio + +there lies tybalt + + + +first citizen + +up sir go me + +charge thee the prince’s name obey + + + +enter prince attended montague capulet their wives and others + + + +prince + +where are the vile beginners fray + + + +benvolio + +o noble prince discover + +the unlucky manage fatal brawl + +there lies the man slain young romeo + +slew thy kinsman brave mercutio + + + +lady capulet + +tybalt my cousin o my brother’s child + +o prince o husband o the blood spill’d + +my dear kinsman prince thou art true + +blood ours shed blood montague + +o cousin cousin + + + +prince + +benvolio who began bloody fray + + + +benvolio + +tybalt here slain whom romeo’s hand did slay + +romeo spoke him fair bid him bethink + +how nice the quarrel and urg’d withal + +your high displeasure uttered + +gentle breath calm look knees humbly bow’d + +could take truce the unruly spleen + +tybalt deaf peace tilts + +piercing steel bold mercutio’s breast + +who hot turns deadly point point + +and martial scorn hand beats + +cold death aside and the other sends + +back tybalt whose dexterity + +retorts romeo cries aloud + +‘hold friends friends part’ and swifter than tongue + +agile arm beats down their fatal points + +and ’twixt them rushes underneath whose arm + +envious thrust tybalt hit the life + +stout mercutio and then tybalt fled + +and comes back romeo + +who newly entertain’d revenge + +and to’t go like lightning ere + +could draw part them stout tybalt slain + +and fell did romeo turn and fly + +the truth let benvolio die + + + +lady capulet + +kinsman the montague + +affection makes him false speaks true + +some twenty them fought black strife + +and those twenty could kill life + +beg justice which thou prince must give + +romeo slew tybalt romeo must live + + + +prince + +romeo slew him slew mercutio + +who now the price dear blood doth owe + + + +montague + +romeo prince mercutio’s friend + +fault concludes the law should end + +the life tybalt + + + +prince + +and offence + +immediately do exile him hence + +interest your hate’s proceeding + +my blood your rude brawls doth lie ableeding + +i’ll amerce so strong fine + +shall repent the loss mine + +will deaf pleading and excuses + +nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses + +therefore use none let romeo hence haste + +else when found hour last + +bear hence body and attend our will + +mercy murders pardoning those kill + + + +exeunt + + + +scene ii room capulet’s house + + + +enter juliet + + + +juliet + +gallop apace fieryfooted steeds + +towards phoebus’ lodging such waggoner + +phaeton would whip the west + +and bring cloudy night immediately + +spread thy close curtain loveperforming night + +runaway’s eyes may wink and romeo + +leap these arms untalk’d and unseen + +lovers see do their amorous rites + +their own beauties if love blind + +best agrees night come civil night + +thou sobersuited matron black + +and learn me how lose winning match + +play’d pair stainless maidenhoods + +hood my unmann’d blood bating my cheeks + +thy black mantle till strange love grow bold + +think true love acted simple modesty + +come night come romeo come thou day night + +thou wilt lie upon the wings night + +whiter than new snow upon raven’s back + +come gentle night come loving blackbrow’d night + +give me my romeo and when shall die + +take him and cut him out little stars + +and will make the face heaven so fine + +the world will love night + +and pay no worship the garish sun + +o bought the mansion love + +possess’d and though am sold + +yet enjoy’d so tedious day + +the night before some festival + +impatient child hath new robes + +and may wear them o here comes my nurse + +and she brings news and every tongue speaks + +romeo’s name speaks heavenly eloquence + + + +enter nurse cords + + + +now nurse news hast thou there + +the cords romeo bid thee fetch + + + +nurse + +ay ay the cords + + + +throws them down + + + +juliet + +ay me news why dost thou wring thy hands + + + +nurse + +ah welladay he’s dead he’s dead he’s dead + +are undone lady are undone + +alack the day he’s gone he’s kill’d he’s dead + + + +juliet + +heaven so envious + + + +nurse + +romeo + +though heaven cannot o romeo romeo + +who ever would thought romeo + + + +juliet + +devil art thou dost torment me thus + +torture should roar’d dismal hell + +hath romeo slain himself say thou ay + +and bare vowel shall poison more + +than the deathdarting eye cockatrice + +am if there such + +those eyes shut make thee answer ay + +if slain say ay if no + +brief sounds determine my weal woe + + + +nurse + +saw the wound saw mine eyes + +god save the mark—here manly breast + +piteous corse bloody piteous corse + +pale pale ashes bedaub’d blood + +goreblood swounded the sight + + + +juliet + +o break my heart poor bankrout break once + +prison eyes ne’er look liberty + +vile earth earth resign end motion here + +and thou and romeo press heavy bier + + + +nurse + +o tybalt tybalt the best friend + +o courteous tybalt honest gentleman + +ever should live see thee dead + + + +juliet + +storm blows so contrary + +romeo slaughter’d and tybalt dead + +my dearest cousin and my dearer lord + +then dreadful trumpet sound the general doom + +who living if those two are gone + + + +nurse + +tybalt gone and romeo banished + +romeo kill’d him banished + + + +juliet + +o god did romeo’s hand shed tybalt’s blood + + + +nurse + +did did alas the day did + + + +juliet + +o serpent heart hid flowering face + +did ever dragon keep so fair cave + +beautiful tyrant fiend angelical + +dovefeather’d raven wolvishravening lamb + +despised substance divinest show + +just opposite thou justly seem’st + +damned saint honourable villain + +o nature hadst thou do hell + +when thou didst bower the spirit fiend + +mortal paradise such sweet flesh + +ever book containing such vile matter + +so fairly bound o deceit should dwell + +such gorgeous palace + + + +nurse + +there’s no trust + +no faith no honesty men perjur’d + +forsworn naught dissemblers + +ah where’s my man give me some aqua vitae + +these griefs these woes these sorrows make me old + +shame come romeo + + + +juliet + +blister’d thy tongue + +such wish born shame + +upon brow shame asham’d sit + +’tis throne where honour may crown’d + +sole monarch the universal earth + +o beast chide him + + + +nurse + +will speak well him kill’d your cousin + + + +juliet + +shall speak ill him my husband + +ah poor my lord tongue shall smooth thy name + +when thy threehours’ wife mangled + +wherefore villain didst thou kill my cousin + +villain cousin would kill’d my husband + +back foolish tears back your native spring + +your tributary drops belong woe + +which mistaking offer up joy + +my husband lives tybalt would slain + +and tybalt’s dead would slain my husband + +comfort wherefore weep then + +some word there worser than tybalt’s death + +murder’d me would forget fain + +o presses my memory + +like damned guilty deeds sinners’ minds + +tybalt dead and romeo banished + +‘banished’ word ‘banished’ + +hath slain ten thousand tybalts tybalt’s death + +woe enough if ended there + +if sour woe delights fellowship + +and needly will rank’d other griefs + +why follow’d when she said tybalt’s dead + +thy father thy mother nay both + +which modern lamentation might mov’d + +rearward following tybalt’s death + +‘romeo banished’—to speak word + +father mother tybalt romeo juliet + +slain dead romeo banished + +there no end no limit measure bound + +word’s death no words woe sound + +where my father and my mother nurse + + + +nurse + +weeping and wailing over tybalt’s corse + +will go them will bring thither + + + +juliet + +wash wounds tears mine shall spent + +when theirs are dry romeo’s banishment + +take up those cords poor ropes are beguil’d + +both and romeo exil’d + +made highway my bed + +maid die maidenwidowed + +come cords come nurse i’ll my wedding bed + +and death romeo take my maidenhead + + + +nurse + +hie your chamber i’ll find romeo + +comfort wot well where + +hark ye your romeo will here night + +i’ll him hid lawrence’ cell + + + +juliet + +o find him give ring my true knight + +and bid him come take last farewell + + + +exeunt + + + +scene iii friar lawrence’s cell + + + +enter friar lawrence + + + +friar lawrence + +romeo come forth come forth thou fearful man + +affliction enanmour’d thy parts + +and thou art wedded calamity + + + +enter romeo + + + +romeo + +father news the prince’s doom + +sorrow craves acquaintance my hand + +yet know + + + +friar lawrence + +too familiar + +my dear son such sour company + +bring thee tidings the prince’s doom + + + +romeo + +less than doomsday the prince’s doom + + + +friar lawrence + +gentler judgment vanish’d lips + +body’s death body’s banishment + + + +romeo + +ha banishment merciful say death + +exile hath more terror look + +much more than death do say banishment + + + +friar lawrence + +hence verona art thou banished + +patient the world broad and wide + + + +romeo + +there no world without verona walls + +purgatory torture hell itself + +hence banished banish’d the world + +and world’s exile death then banished + +death misterm’d calling death banished + +thou cutt’st my head off golden axe + +and smilest upon the stroke murders me + + + +friar lawrence + +o deadly sin o rude unthankfulness + +thy fault our law calls death the kind prince + +taking thy part hath brush’d aside the law + +and turn’d black word death banishment + +dear mercy and thou see’st + + + +romeo + +’tis torture and mercy heaven here + +where juliet lives and every cat and dog + +and little mouse every unworthy thing + +live here heaven and may look + +romeo may more validity + +more honourable state more courtship lives + +carrion flies than romeo may seize + +the white wonder dear juliet’s hand + +and steal immortal blessing lips + +who even pure and vestal modesty + +still blush thinking their own kisses sin + +romeo may banished + +may flies do when must fly + +are free men am banished + +and say’st thou yet exile death + +hadst thou no poison mix’d no sharpground knife + +no sudden mean death though ne’er so mean + +banished kill me banished + +o friar the damned use word hell + +howling attends how hast thou the heart + +being divine ghostly confessor + +sinabsolver and my friend profess’d + +mangle me word banished + + + +friar lawrence + +thou fond mad man hear me speak little + + + +romeo + +o thou wilt speak again banishment + + + +friar lawrence + +i’ll give thee armour keep off word + +adversity’s sweet milk philosophy + +comfort thee though thou art banished + + + +romeo + +yet banished hang up philosophy + +unless philosophy make juliet + +displant town reverse prince’s doom + +helps prevails talk no more + + + +friar lawrence + +o then see mad men no ears + + + +romeo + +how should when wise men no eyes + + + +friar lawrence + +let me dispute thee thy estate + + + +romeo + +thou canst speak thou dost feel + +wert thou young juliet thy love + +hour married tybalt murdered + +doting like me and like me banished + +then mightst thou speak then mightst thou tear thy hair + +and fall upon the ground do now + +taking the measure unmade grave + + + +knocking within + + + +friar lawrence + +arise knocks good romeo hide thyself + + + +romeo + +unless the breath heartsick groans + +mistlike infold me the search eyes + + + +knocking + + + +friar lawrence + +hark how knock—who’s there—romeo arise + +thou wilt taken—stay awhile—stand up + + + +knocking + + + +run my study—byandby—god’s will + +simpleness this—i come come + + + +knocking + + + +who knocks so hard whence come what’s your will + + + +nurse + +within let me come and shall know my errand + +come lady juliet + + + +friar lawrence + +welcome then + + + +enter nurse + + + +nurse + +o holy friar o tell me holy friar + +where my lady’s lord where’s romeo + + + +friar lawrence + +there the ground own tears made drunk + + + +nurse + +o even my mistress’ case + +just case o woeful sympathy + +piteous predicament even so lies she + +blubbering and weeping weeping and blubbering + +stand up stand up stand and man + +juliet’s sake sake rise and stand + +why should fall into so deep o + + + +romeo + +nurse + + + +nurse + +ah sir ah sir death’s the end + + + +romeo + +spakest thou juliet how + +doth she think me old murderer + +now stain’d the childhood our joy + +blood remov’d little own + +where she and how doth she and says + +my conceal’d lady our cancell’d love + + + +nurse + +o she says nothing sir weeps and weeps + +and now falls bed and then starts up + +and tybalt calls and then romeo cries + +and then down falls again + + + +romeo + +if name + +shot the deadly level gun + +did murder name’s cursed hand + +murder’d kinsman o tell me friar tell me + +vile part anatomy + +doth my name lodge tell me may sack + +the hateful mansion + + + +drawing sword + + + +friar lawrence + +hold thy desperate hand + +art thou man thy form cries out thou art + +thy tears are womanish thy wild acts denote + +the unreasonable fury beast + +unseemly woman seeming man + +and illbeseeming beast seeming both + +thou hast amaz’d me my holy order + +thought thy disposition better temper’d + +hast thou slain tybalt wilt thou slay thyself + +and slay thy lady thy life lives + +doing damned hate upon thyself + +why rail’st thou thy birth the heaven and earth + +since birth and heaven and earth three do meet + +thee once which thou once wouldst lose + +fie fie thou sham’st thy shape thy love thy wit + +which like usurer abound’st + +and usest none true use indeed + +which should bedeck thy shape thy love thy wit + +thy noble shape form wax + +digressing the valour man + +thy dear love sworn hollow perjury + +killing love which thou hast vow’d cherish + +thy wit ornament shape and love + +misshapen the conduct them both + +like powder skilless soldier’s flask + +set afire thine own ignorance + +and thou dismember’d thine own defence + +rouse thee man thy juliet alive + +whose dear sake thou wast lately dead + +there art thou happy tybalt would kill thee + +thou slew’st tybalt there art thou happy + +the law threaten’d death becomes thy friend + +and turns exile there art thou happy + +pack blessings light upon thy back + +happiness courts thee best array + +like misshaped and sullen wench + +thou putt’st up thy fortune and thy love + +take heed take heed such die miserable + +go get thee thy love decreed + +ascend chamber hence and comfort + +look thou stay till the watch set + +then thou canst pass mantua + +where thou shalt live till find time + +blaze your marriage reconcile your friends + +beg pardon the prince and call thee back + +twenty hundred thousand times more joy + +than thou went’st forth lamentation + +go before nurse commend me thy lady + +and bid hasten the house bed + +which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto + +romeo coming + + + +nurse + +o lord could stay’d here the night + +hear good counsel o learning + +my lord i’ll tell my lady will come + + + +romeo + +do so and bid my sweet prepare chide + + + +nurse + +here sir ring she bid me give sir + +hie make haste grows very late + + + +exit + + + +romeo + +how well my comfort reviv’d + + + +friar lawrence + +go hence good night and here stands your state + +either gone before the watch set + +the break day disguis’d hence + +sojourn mantua i’ll find out your man + +and shall signify time time + +every good hap chances here + +give me thy hand ’tis late farewell good night + + + +romeo + +joy past joy calls out me + +grief so brief part thee + +farewell + + + +exeunt + + + +scene iv room capulet’s house + + + +enter capulet lady capulet and paris + + + +capulet + +things fallen out sir so unluckily + +no time move our daughter + +look she lov’d kinsman tybalt dearly + +and so did well born die + +’tis very late she’ll come down tonight + +promise your company + +would been abed hour ago + + + +paris + +these times woe afford no tune woo + +madam good night commend me your daughter + + + +lady capulet + +will and know mind early tomorrow + +tonight she’s mew’d up heaviness + + + +capulet + +sir paris will make desperate tender + +my child’s love think she will rul’d + +respects me nay more doubt + +wife go ere go bed + +acquaint here my son paris’ love + +and bid mark me wednesday next + +soft day + + + +paris + +monday my lord + + + +capulet + +monday ha ha well wednesday too soon + +thursday let thursday tell + +she shall married noble earl + +will ready do like haste + +we’ll keep no great ado—a friend two + +hark tybalt being slain so late + +may thought held him carelessly + +being our kinsman if revel much + +therefore we’ll some half dozen friends + +and there end say thursday + + + +paris + +my lord would thursday tomorrow + + + +capulet + +well get gone thursday then + +go juliet ere go bed + +prepare wife against wedding day + +farewell my lord—light my chamber ho + +afore me so very very late + +may call early and good night + + + +exeunt + + + +scene v open gallery juliet’s chamber overlooking the garden + + + +enter romeo and juliet + + + +juliet + +wilt thou gone yet near day + +the nightingale and the lark + +pierc’d the fearful hollow thine ear + +nightly she sings yond pomegranate tree + +believe me love the nightingale + + + +romeo + +the lark the herald the morn + +no nightingale look love envious streaks + +do lace the severing clouds yonder east + +night’s candles are burnt out and jocund day + +stands tiptoe the misty mountain tops + +must gone and live stay and die + + + +juliet + +yond light daylight know + +some meteor the sun exhales + +thee night torchbearer + +and light thee thy way mantua + +therefore stay yet thou need’st gone + + + +romeo + +let me ta’en let me put death + +am content so thou wilt so + +i’ll say yon grey the morning’s eye + +’tis the pale reflex cynthia’s brow + +nor the lark whose notes do beat + +the vaulty heaven so high above our heads + +more care stay than will go + +come death and welcome juliet wills so + +how is’t my soul let’s talk day + + + +juliet + +hie hence gone away + +the lark sings so out tune + +straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps + +some say the lark makes sweet division + +doth so she divideth us + +some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes + +o now would chang’d voices too + +since arm arm voice doth us affray + +hunting thee hence hunt’sup the day + +o now gone more light and light grows + + + +romeo + +more light and light more dark and dark our woes + + + +enter nurse + + + +nurse + +madam + + + +juliet + +nurse + + + +nurse + +your lady mother coming your chamber + +the day broke wary look about + + + +exit + + + +juliet + +then window let day and let life out + + + +romeo + +farewell farewell kiss and i’ll descend + + + +descends + + + +juliet + +art thou gone so love lord ay husband friend + +must hear thee every day the hour + +minute there are many days + +o count shall much years + +ere again behold my romeo + + + +romeo + +farewell + +will omit no opportunity + +may convey my greetings love thee + + + +juliet + +o thinkest thou shall ever meet again + + + +romeo + +doubt and these woes shall serve + +sweet discourses our time come + + + +juliet + +o god illdivining soul + +methinks see thee now thou art so low + +dead the bottom tomb + +either my eyesight fails thou look’st pale + + + +romeo + +and trust me love my eye so do + +dry sorrow drinks our blood adieu adieu + + + +exit below + + + +juliet + +o fortune fortune men call thee fickle + +if thou art fickle dost thou him + +renown’d faith fickle fortune + +then hope thou wilt keep him long + +send him back + + + +lady capulet + +within ho daughter are up + + + +juliet + +who is’t calls my lady mother + +she down so late up so early + +unaccustom’d cause procures hither + + + +enter lady capulet + + + +lady capulet + +why how now juliet + + + +juliet + +madam am well + + + +lady capulet + +evermore weeping your cousin’s death + +wilt thou wash him grave tears + +and if thou couldst thou couldst make him live + +therefore done some grief shows much love + +much grief shows still some want wit + + + +juliet + +yet let me weep such feeling loss + + + +lady capulet + +so shall feel the loss the friend + +which weep + + + +juliet + +feeling so the loss + +cannot choose ever weep the friend + + + +lady capulet + +well girl thou weep’st so much death + +the villain lives which slaughter’d him + + + +juliet + +villain madam + + + +lady capulet + +same villain romeo + + + +juliet + +villain and many miles asunder + +god pardon him do my heart + +and yet no man like doth grieve my heart + + + +lady capulet + +because the traitor murderer lives + + + +juliet + +ay madam the reach these my hands + +would none might venge my cousin’s death + + + +lady capulet + +will vengeance fear thou + +then weep no more i’ll send mantua + +where same banish’d runagate doth live + +shall give him such unaccustom’d dram + +shall soon keep tybalt company + +and then hope thou wilt satisfied + + + +juliet + +indeed never shall satisfied + +romeo till behold him—dead— + +my poor heart so kinsman vex’d + +madam if could find out man + +bear poison would temper + +romeo should upon receipt thereof + +soon sleep quiet o how my heart abhors + +hear him nam’d and cannot come him + +wreak the love bore my cousin + +upon body hath slaughter’d him + + + +lady capulet + +find thou the means and i’ll find such man + +now i’ll tell thee joyful tidings girl + + + +juliet + +and joy comes well such needy time + +are beseech your ladyship + + + +lady capulet + +well well thou hast careful father child + +who put thee thy heaviness + +hath sorted out sudden day joy + +thou expects nor look’d + + + +juliet + +madam happy time day + + + +lady capulet + +marry my child early next thursday morn + +the gallant young and noble gentleman + +the county paris saint peter’s church + +shall happily make thee there joyful bride + + + +juliet + +now saint peter’s church and peter too + +shall make me there joyful bride + +wonder haste must wed + +ere should husband comes woo + +pray tell my lord and father madam + +will marry yet and when do swear + +shall romeo whom know hate + +rather than paris these are news indeed + + + +lady capulet + +here comes your father tell him so yourself + +and see how will take your hands + + + +enter capulet and nurse + + + +capulet + +when the sun sets the air doth drizzle dew + +the sunset my brother’s son + +rains downright + +how now conduit girl still tears + +evermore showering little body + +thou counterfeits bark sea wind + +still thy eyes which may call the sea + +do ebb and flow tears the bark thy body + +sailing salt flood the winds thy sighs + +who raging thy tears and them + +without sudden calm will overset + +thy tempesttossed body how now wife + +deliver’d our decree + + + +lady capulet + +ay sir she will none she gives thanks + +would the fool married grave + + + +capulet + +soft take me take me wife + +how will she none doth she give us thanks + +she proud doth she count blest + +unworthy she wrought + +so worthy gentleman bridegroom + + + +juliet + +proud thankful + +proud never hate + +thankful even hate meant love + + + +capulet + +how now how now chopp’d logic + +proud and thank and thank + +and yet proud mistress minion + +thank me no thankings nor proud me no prouds + +fettle your fine joints ’gainst thursday next + +go paris saint peter’s church + +will drag thee hurdle thither + +out greensickness carrion out baggage + +tallowface + + + +lady capulet + +fie fie are mad + + + +juliet + +good father beseech my knees + +hear me patience speak word + + + +capulet + +hang thee young baggage disobedient wretch + +tell thee what—get thee church thursday + +never after look me the face + +speak reply do answer me + +my fingers itch wife scarce thought us blest + +god lent us only child + +now see too much + +and curse having + +out hilding + + + +nurse + +god heaven bless + +are blame my lord rate so + + + +capulet + +and why my lady wisdom hold your tongue + +good prudence smatter your gossips go + + + +nurse + +speak no treason + + + +capulet + +o god ye gooden + + + +nurse + +may speak + + + +capulet + +peace mumbling fool + +utter your gravity o’er gossip’s bowl + +here need + + + +lady capulet + +are too hot + + + +capulet + +god’s bread makes me mad + +day night hour ride time work play + +alone company still my care hath been + +match’d and having now provided + +gentleman noble parentage + +fair demesnes youthful and nobly allied + +stuff’d say honourable parts + +proportion’d one’s thought would wish man + +and then wretched puling fool + +whining mammet fortune’s tender + +answer ‘i’ll wed cannot love + +am too young pray pardon me’ + +and will wed i’ll pardon + +graze where will shall house me + +look to’t think on’t do use jest + +thursday near lay hand heart advise + +and mine i’ll give my friend + +and hang beg starve die the streets + +my soul i’ll ne’er acknowledge thee + +nor mine shall never do thee good + +trust to’t bethink i’ll forsworn + + + +exit + + + +juliet + +there no pity sitting the clouds + +sees into the bottom my grief + +o sweet my mother cast me away + +delay marriage month week + +if do make the bridal bed + +dim monument where tybalt lies + + + +lady capulet + +talk me i’ll speak word + +do thou wilt done thee + + + +exit + + + +juliet + +o god o nurse how shall prevented + +my husband earth my faith heaven + +how shall faith return again earth + +unless husband send me heaven + +leaving earth comfort me counsel me + +alack alack heaven should practise stratagems + +upon so soft subject myself + +say’st thou hast thou word joy + +some comfort nurse + + + +nurse + +faith here + +romeo banished and the world nothing + +dares ne’er come back challenge + +if do needs must stealth + +then since the case so stands now doth + +think best married the county + +o he’s lovely gentleman + +romeo’s dishclout him eagle madam + +hath so green so quick so fair eye + +paris hath beshrew my very heart + +think are happy second match + +excels your first if did + +your first dead ’twere good + +living here and no use him + + + +juliet + +speakest thou thy heart + + + +nurse + +and my soul too + +else beshrew them both + + + +juliet + +amen + + + +nurse + + + + + +juliet + +well thou hast comforted me marvellous much + +go and tell my lady am gone + +having displeas’d my father lawrence’ cell + +make confession and absolv’d + + + +nurse + +marry will and wisely done + + + +exit + + + +juliet + +ancient damnation o most wicked fiend + +more sin wish me thus forsworn + +dispraise my lord same tongue + +which she hath prais’d him above compare + +so many thousand times go counsellor + +thou and my bosom henceforth shall twain + +i’ll the friar know remedy + +if else fail myself power die + + + +exit + + + + + + + + + +act iv + + + +scene friar lawrence’s cell + + + + + +enter friar lawrence and paris + + + +friar lawrence + +thursday sir the time very short + + + +paris + +my father capulet will so + +and am nothing slow slack haste + + + +friar lawrence + +say do know the lady’s mind + +uneven the course like + + + +paris + +immoderately she weeps tybalt’s death + +and therefore little talk’d love + +venus smiles house tears + +now sir father counts dangerous + +she do give sorrow so much sway + +and wisdom hastes our marriage + +stop the inundation tears + +which too much minded herself alone + +may put society + +now do know the reason haste + + + +friar lawrence + +aside would knew why should slow’d— + +look sir here comes the lady toward my cell + + + +enter juliet + + + +paris + +happily met my lady and my wife + + + +juliet + +may sir when may wife + + + +paris + +may must love thursday next + + + +juliet + +must shall + + + +friar lawrence + +that’s certain text + + + +paris + +come make confession father + + + +juliet + +answer should confess + + + +paris + +do deny him love me + + + +juliet + +will confess love him + + + +paris + +so will ye am sure love me + + + +juliet + +if do so will more price + +being spoke behind your back than your face + + + +paris + +poor soul thy face much abus’d tears + + + +juliet + +the tears got small victory + +bad enough before their spite + + + +paris + +thou wrong’st more than tears report + + + +juliet + +no slander sir which truth + +and spake spake my face + + + +paris + +thy face mine and thou hast slander’d + + + +juliet + +may so mine own + +are leisure holy father now + +shall come evening mass + + + +friar lawrence + +my leisure serves me pensive daughter now— + +my lord must entreat the time alone + + + +paris + +god shield should disturb devotion— + +juliet thursday early will rouse ye + +till then adieu and keep holy kiss + + + +exit + + + +juliet + +o shut the door and when thou hast done so + +come weep me past hope past cure past help + + + +friar lawrence + +o juliet already know thy grief + +strains me past the compass my wits + +hear thou must and nothing may prorogue + +thursday next married county + + + +juliet + +tell me friar thou hear’st + +unless thou tell me how may prevent + +if thy wisdom thou canst give no help + +do thou call my resolution wise + +and knife i’ll help presently + +god join’d my heart and romeo’s thou our hands + +and ere hand thee romeo’s seal’d + +shall the label another deed + +my true heart treacherous revolt + +turn another shall slay them both + +therefore out thy longexperienc’d time + +give me some present counsel behold + +’twixt my extremes and me bloody knife + +shall play the empire arbitrating + +which the commission thy years and art + +could no issue true honour bring + +so long speak long die + +if thou speak’st speak remedy + + + +friar lawrence + +hold daughter do spy kind hope + +which craves desperate execution + +desperate which would prevent + +if rather than marry county paris + +thou hast the strength will slay thyself + +then likely thou wilt undertake + +thing like death chide away shame + +cop’st death himself scape + +and if thou dar’st i’ll give thee remedy + + + +juliet + +o bid me leap rather than marry paris + +off the battlements yonder tower + +walk thievish ways bid me lurk + +where serpents are chain me roaring bears + +hide me nightly charnelhouse + +o’ercover’d quite dead men’s rattling bones + +reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls + +bid me go into newmade grave + +and hide me dead man shroud + +things hear them told made me tremble + +and will do without fear doubt + +live unstain’d wife my sweet love + + + +friar lawrence + +hold then go home merry give consent + +marry paris wednesday tomorrow + +tomorrow night look thou lie alone + +let thy nurse lie thee thy chamber + +take thou vial being then bed + +and distilled liquor drink thou off + +when presently through thy veins shall run + +cold and drowsy humour no pulse + +shall keep native progress surcease + +no warmth no breath shall testify thou livest + +the roses thy lips and cheeks shall fade + +paly ashes thy eyes’ windows fall + +like death when shuts up the day life + +each part depriv’d supple government + +shall stiff and stark and cold appear like death + +and borrow’d likeness shrunk death + +thou shalt continue two and forty hours + +and then awake pleasant sleep + +now when the bridegroom the morning comes + +rouse thee thy bed there art thou dead + +then the manner our country + +thy best robes uncover’d the bier + +thou shalt borne same ancient vault + +where the kindred the capulets lie + +the meantime against thou shalt awake + +shall romeo my letters know our drift + +and hither shall come and and + +will watch thy waking and very night + +shall romeo bear thee hence mantua + +and shall free thee present shame + +if no inconstant toy nor womanish fear + +abate thy valour the acting + + + +juliet + +give me give me o tell me fear + + + +friar lawrence + +hold get gone strong and prosperous + +resolve i’ll send friar speed + +mantua my letters thy lord + + + +juliet + +love give me strength and strength shall help afford + +farewell dear father + + + +exeunt + + + +scene ii hall capulet’s house + + + +enter capulet lady capulet nurse and servants + + + +capulet + +so many guests invite here are writ + + + +exit first servant + + + +sirrah go hire me twenty cunning cooks + + + +second servant + +shall none ill sir i’ll try if lick their + +fingers + + + +capulet + +how canst thou try them so + + + +second servant + +marry sir ’tis ill cook cannot lick own fingers + +therefore cannot lick fingers goes me + + + +capulet + +go begone + + + +exit second servant + + + +shall much unfurnish’d time + +my daughter gone friar lawrence + + + +nurse + +ay forsooth + + + +capulet + +well may chance do some good + +peevish selfwill’d harlotry + + + +enter juliet + + + +nurse + +see where she comes shrift merry look + + + +capulet + +how now my headstrong where been gadding + + + +juliet + +where learnt me repent the sin + +disobedient opposition + +and your behests and am enjoin’d + +holy lawrence fall prostrate here + +beg your pardon pardon beseech + +henceforward am ever rul’d + + + +capulet + +send the county go tell him + +i’ll knot knit up tomorrow morning + + + +juliet + +met the youthful lord lawrence’ cell + +and gave him becomed love might + +stepping o’er the bounds modesty + + + +capulet + +why am glad on’t well stand up + +as’t should let me see the county + +ay marry go say and fetch him hither + +now afore god reverend holy friar + +our whole city much bound him + + + +juliet + +nurse will go me into my closet + +help me sort such needful ornaments + +think fit furnish me tomorrow + + + +lady capulet + +no till thursday there time enough + + + +capulet + +go nurse go we’ll church tomorrow + + + +exeunt juliet and nurse + + + +lady capulet + +shall short our provision + +’tis now near night + + + +capulet + +tush will stir about + +and things shall well warrant thee wife + +go thou juliet help deck up + +i’ll bed tonight let me alone + +i’ll play the housewife once—what ho— + +are forth well will walk myself + +county paris prepare him up + +against tomorrow my heart wondrous light + +since same wayward girl so reclaim’d + + + +exeunt + + + +scene iii juliet’s chamber + + + +enter juliet and nurse + + + +juliet + +ay those attires are best gentle nurse + +pray thee leave me myself tonight + +need many orisons + +move the heavens smile upon my state + +which well thou know’st cross and full sin + + + +enter lady capulet + + + +lady capulet + +are busy ho need my help + + + +juliet + +no madam cull’d such necessaries + +are behoveful our state tomorrow + +so please let me now left alone + +and let the nurse night sit up + +am sure your hands full + +so sudden business + + + +lady capulet + +good night + +get thee bed and rest thou hast need + + + +exeunt lady capulet and nurse + + + +juliet + +farewell god knows when shall meet again + +faint cold fear thrills through my veins + +almost freezes up the heat life + +i’ll call them back again comfort me + +nurse—what should she do here + +my dismal scene needs must act alone + +come vial + +if mixture do work + +shall married then tomorrow morning + +no no shall forbid lie thou there + + + +laying down dagger + + + +if poison which the friar + +subtly hath minister’d me dead + +lest marriage should dishonour’d + +because married me before romeo + +fear and yet methinks should + +hath still been tried holy man + +how if when am laid into the tomb + +wake before the time romeo + +come redeem me there’s fearful point + +shall then stifled the vault + +whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes + +and there die strangled ere my romeo comes + +if live very like + +the horrible conceit death and night + +together the terror the place + +vault ancient receptacle + +where many hundred years the bones + +my buried ancestors are pack’d + +where bloody tybalt yet green earth + +lies festering shroud where say + +some hours the night spirits resort— + +alack alack like + +so early waking loathsome smells + +and shrieks like mandrakes torn out the earth + +living mortals hearing them run mad + +o if wake shall distraught + +environed these hideous fears + +and madly play my forefathers’ joints + +and pluck the mangled tybalt shroud + +and rage some great kinsman’s bone + +club dash out my desperate brains + +o look methinks see my cousin’s ghost + +seeking out romeo did spit body + +upon rapier’s point stay tybalt stay + +romeo romeo romeo here’s drink drink thee + + + +throws herself the bed + + + +scene iv hall capulet’s house + + + +enter lady capulet and nurse + + + +lady capulet + +hold take these keys and fetch more spices nurse + + + +nurse + +call dates and quinces the pastry + + + +enter capulet + + + +capulet + +come stir stir stir the second cock hath crow’d + +the curfew bell hath rung ’tis three o’clock + +look the bak’d meats good angelica + +spare cost + + + +nurse + +go cotquean go + +get bed faith you’ll sick tomorrow + +night’s watching + + + +capulet + +no whit watch’d ere now + +night lesser cause and ne’er been sick + + + +lady capulet + +ay been mousehunt your time + +will watch such watching now + + + +exeunt lady capulet and nurse + + + +capulet + +jealoushood jealoushood + + + +enter servants spits logs and baskets + + + +now fellow what’s there + + + +first servant + +things the cook sir know + + + +capulet + +make haste make haste + + + +exit first servant + + + +—sirrah fetch drier logs + +call peter will show thee where are + + + +second servant + +head sir will find out logs + +and never trouble peter the matter + + + +exit + + + +capulet + +mass and well said merry whoreson ha + +thou shalt loggerhead—good faith ’tis day + +the county will here music straight + +so said would hear him near + + + +play music + + + +nurse wife ho nurse say + + + +reenter nurse + + + +go waken juliet go and trim up + +i’ll go and chat paris hie make haste + +make haste the bridegroom come already + +make haste say + + + +exeunt + + + +scene v juliet’s chamber juliet the bed + + + +enter nurse + + + +nurse + +mistress mistress juliet fast warrant she + +why lamb why lady fie slugabed + +why love say madam sweetheart why bride + +word take your pennyworths now + +sleep week the next night warrant + +the county paris hath set up rest + +shall rest little god forgive me + +marry and amen how sound she asleep + +needs must wake madam madam madam + +ay let the county take your bed + +he’ll fright up i’faith will + +dress’d and your clothes and down again + +must needs wake lady lady lady + +alas alas help help my lady’s dead + +o welladay ever born + +some aqua vitae ho my lord my lady + + + +enter lady capulet + + + +lady capulet + +noise here + + + +nurse + +o lamentable day + + + +lady capulet + +the matter + + + +nurse + +look look o heavy day + + + +lady capulet + +o me o me my child my only life + +revive look up will die thee + +help help call help + + + +enter capulet + + + +capulet + +shame bring juliet forth lord come + + + +nurse + +she’s dead deceas’d 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 out alas she’s cold + +blood settled and joints are stiff + +life and these lips long been separated + +death lies like untimely frost + +upon the sweetest flower the field + + + +nurse + +o lamentable day + + + +lady capulet + +o woful time + + + +capulet + +death hath ta’en hence make me wail + +ties up my tongue and will let me speak + + + +enter friar lawrence and paris musicians + + + +friar lawrence + +come the bride ready go church + + + +capulet + +ready go never return + +o son the night before thy wedding day + +hath death lain thy bride there she lies + +flower she deflowered him + +death my soninlaw death my heir + +my daughter hath wedded will die + +and leave him life living death’s + + + +paris + +thought long see morning’s face + +and doth give me such sight + + + +lady capulet + +accurs’d unhappy wretched hateful day + +most miserable hour e’er time saw + +lasting labour pilgrimage + +poor poor and loving child + +thing rejoice and solace + +and cruel death hath catch’d my sight + + + +nurse + +o woe o woeful woeful woeful day + +most lamentable day most woeful day + +ever ever did yet behold + +o day o day o day o hateful day + +never seen so black day + +o woeful day o woeful day + + + +paris + +beguil’d divorced wronged spited slain + +most detestable death thee beguil’d + +cruel cruel thee quite overthrown + +o love o life life love death + + + +capulet + +despis’d distressed hated martyr’d kill’d + +uncomfortable time why cam’st thou now + +murder murder our solemnity + +o child o child my soul and my child + +dead art thou alack my child dead + +and my child my joys are buried + + + +friar lawrence + +peace ho shame confusion’s cure lives + +these confusions heaven and yourself + +part fair maid now heaven hath + +and the better the maid + +your part could keep death + +heaven keeps part eternal life + +the most sought promotion + +’twas your heaven she should advanc’d + +and weep ye now seeing she advanc’d + +above the clouds high heaven itself + +o love love your child so ill + +run mad seeing she well + +she’s well married lives married long + +she’s best married dies married young + +dry up your tears and stick your rosemary + +fair corse and the custom + +and best array bear church + +though fond nature bids us lament + +yet nature’s tears are reason’s merriment + + + +capulet + +things ordained festival + +turn their office black funeral + +our instruments melancholy bells + +our wedding cheer sad burial feast + +our solemn hymns sullen dirges change + +our bridal flowers serve buried corse + +and things change them the contrary + + + +friar lawrence + +sir go and madam go him + +and go sir paris everyone prepare + +follow fair corse unto grave + +the heavens do lower upon some ill + +move them no more crossing their high will + + + +exeunt capulet lady capulet paris and friar + + + +first musician + +faith may put up our pipes and gone + + + +nurse + +honest good fellows ah put up put up + +well know pitiful case + + + +first musician + +ay my troth the case may amended + + + +exit nurse + + + +enter peter + + + +peter + +musicians o musicians ‘heart’s ease’ ‘heart’s ease’ o and + +will me live play ‘heart’s ease’ + + + +first musician + +why ‘heart’s ease’ + + + +peter + +o musicians because my heart itself plays ‘my heart full’ o play + +me some merry dump comfort me + + + +first musician + +dump ’tis no time play now + + + +peter + +will then + + + +first musician + +no + + + +peter + +will then give soundly + + + +first musician + +will give us + + + +peter + +no money my faith the gleek will give the minstrel + + + +first musician + +then will give the servingcreature + + + +peter + +then will lay the servingcreature’s dagger your pate will + +carry no crotchets i’ll re i’ll fa do note me + + + +first musician + +and re us and fa us note us + + + +second musician + +pray put up your dagger and put out your wit + + + +peter + +then my wit will drybeat iron wit and + +put up my iron dagger answer me like men + +‘when griping griefs the heart doth wound + +and doleful dumps the mind oppress + +then music silver sound’— + +why ‘silver sound’ why ‘music silver sound’ say + +simon catling + + + +first musician + +marry sir because silver hath sweet sound + + + +peter + +prates say hugh rebeck + + + +second musician + +say ‘silver sound’ because musicians sound silver + + + +peter + +prates too say james soundpost + + + +third musician + +faith know say + + + +peter + +o cry mercy are the singer will say + +‘music silver sound’ because musicians no gold + +sounding + +‘then music silver sound + +speedy help doth lend redress’ + + + +exit + + + +first musician + +pestilent knave same + + + +second musician + +hang him jack come we’ll here tarry the mourners and stay + +dinner + + + +exeunt + + + + + + + + + +act v + + + +scene mantua street + + + + + +enter romeo + + + +romeo + +if may trust the flattering eye sleep + +my dreams presage some joyful news hand + +my bosom’s lord sits lightly throne + +and day unaccustom’d spirit + +lifts me above the ground cheerful thoughts + +dreamt my lady came and found me dead— + +strange dream gives dead man leave think— + +and breath’d such life kisses my lips + +reviv’d and emperor + +ah me how sweet love itself possess’d + +when love’s shadows are so rich joy + + + +enter balthasar + + + +news verona how now balthasar + +dost thou bring me letters the friar + +how doth my lady my father well + +how fares my juliet ask again + +nothing ill if she well + + + +balthasar + +then she well and nothing ill + +body sleeps capel’s monument + +and immortal part angels lives + +saw laid low kindred’s vault + +and presently took post tell + +o pardon me bringing these ill news + +since did leave my office sir + + + +romeo + +even so then defy stars + +thou know’st my lodging get me ink and paper + +and hire posthorses will hence tonight + + + +balthasar + +do beseech sir patience + +your looks are pale and wild and do import + +some misadventure + + + +romeo + +tush thou art deceiv’d + +leave me and do the thing bid thee do + +hast thou no letters me the friar + + + +balthasar + +no my good lord + + + +romeo + +no matter get thee gone + +and hire those horses i’ll thee straight + + + +exit balthasar + + + +well juliet will lie thee tonight + +let’s see means o mischief thou art swift + +enter the thoughts desperate men + +do remember apothecary— + +and hereabouts dwells—which late noted + +tatter’d weeds overwhelming brows + +culling simples meagre looks + +sharp misery worn him the bones + +and needy shop tortoise hung + +alligator stuff’d and other skins + +illshaped fishes and about shelves + +beggarly account empty boxes + +green earthen pots bladders and musty seeds + +remnants packthread and old cakes roses + +thinly scatter’d make up show + +noting penury myself said + +and if man did need poison now + +whose sale present death mantua + +here lives caitiff wretch would sell him + +o same thought did forerun my need + +and same needy man must sell me + +remember should the house + +being holiday the beggar’s shop shut + +ho apothecary + + + +enter apothecary + + + +apothecary + +who calls so loud + + + +romeo + +come hither man see thou art poor + +hold there forty ducats let me + +dram poison such soonspeeding gear + +will disperse itself through the veins + +the lifeweary taker may fall dead + +and the trunk may discharg’d breath + +violently hasty powder fir’d + +doth hurry the fatal cannon’s womb + + + +apothecary + +such mortal drugs mantua’s law + +death any utters them + + + +romeo + +art thou so bare and full wretchedness + +and fear’st die famine thy cheeks + +need and oppression starveth thine eyes + +contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back + +the world thy friend nor the world’s law + +the world affords no law make thee rich + +then poor break and take + + + +apothecary + +my poverty my will consents + + + +romeo + +pay thy poverty and thy will + + + +apothecary + +put any liquid thing will + +and drink off and if the strength + +twenty men would despatch straight + + + +romeo + +there thy gold worse poison men’s souls + +doing more murder loathsome world + +than these poor compounds thou mayst sell + +sell thee poison thou hast sold me none + +farewell buy food and get thyself flesh + +come cordial and poison go me + +juliet’s grave there must use thee + + + +exeunt + + + +scene ii friar lawrence’s cell + + + +enter friar john + + + +friar john + +holy franciscan friar brother ho + + + +enter friar lawrence + + + +friar lawrence + +same should the voice friar john + +welcome mantua says romeo + +if mind writ give me letter + + + +friar john + +going find barefoot brother out + +our order associate me + +here city visiting the sick + +and finding him the searchers the town + +suspecting both house + +where the infectious pestilence did reign + +seal’d up the doors and would let us forth + +so my speed mantua there stay’d + + + +friar lawrence + +who bare my letter then romeo + + + +friar john + +could send it—here again— + +nor get messenger bring thee + +so fearful infection + + + +friar lawrence + +unhappy fortune my brotherhood + +the letter nice full charge + +dear import and the neglecting + +may do much danger friar john go hence + +get me iron crow and bring straight + +unto my cell + + + +friar john + +brother i’ll go and bring thee + + + +exit + + + +friar lawrence + +now must the monument alone + +within three hours will fair juliet wake + +she will beshrew me much romeo + +hath no notice these accidents + +will write again mantua + +and keep my cell till romeo come + +poor living corse clos’d dead man’s tomb + + + +exit + + + +scene iii churchyard monument belonging the capulets + + + +enter paris and page bearing flowers and torch + + + +paris + +give me thy torch boy hence and stand aloof + +yet put out would seen + +under yond yew tree lay thee along + +holding thy ear close the hollow ground + +so shall no foot upon the churchyard tread + +being loose unfirm digging up graves + +thou shalt hear whistle then me + +signal thou hear’st something approach + +give me those flowers do bid thee go + + + +page + +aside am almost afraid stand alone + +here the churchyard yet will adventure + + + +retires + + + +paris + +sweet flower flowers thy bridal bed strew + +o woe thy canopy dust and stones + +which sweet water nightly will dew + +wanting tears distill’d moans + +the obsequies thee will keep + +nightly shall strew thy grave and weep + + + +the page whistles + + + +the boy gives warning something doth approach + +cursed foot wanders way tonight + +cross my obsequies and true love’s rite + +torch muffle me night awhile + + + +retires + + + +enter romeo and balthasar torch mattock c + + + +romeo + +give me mattock and the wrenching iron + +hold take letter early the morning + +see thou deliver my lord and father + +give me the light upon thy life charge thee + +whate’er thou hear’st seest stand aloof + +and do interrupt me my course + +why descend into bed death + +partly behold my lady’s face + +chiefly take thence dead finger + +precious ring ring must use + +dear employment therefore hence gone + +if thou jealous dost return pry + +further shall intend do + +heaven will tear thee joint joint + +and strew hungry churchyard thy limbs + +the time and my intents are savagewild + +more fierce and more inexorable far + +than empty tigers the roaring sea + + + +balthasar + +will gone sir and trouble + + + +romeo + +so shalt thou show me friendship take thou + +live and prosperous and farewell good fellow + + + +balthasar + +same i’ll hide me hereabout + +looks fear and intents doubt + + + +retires + + + +romeo + +thou detestable maw thou womb death + +gorg’d the dearest morsel the earth + +thus enforce thy rotten jaws open + + + +breaking open the door the monument + + + +and despite i’ll cram thee more food + + + +paris + +banish’d haughty montague + +murder’d my love’s cousin—with which grief + +supposed the fair creature died— + +and here come do some villainous shame + +the dead bodies will apprehend him + + + +advances + + + +stop thy unhallow’d toil vile montague + +vengeance pursu’d further than death + +condemned villain do apprehend thee + +obey and go me thou must die + + + +romeo + +must indeed and therefore came hither + +good gentle youth tempt desperate man + +fly hence and leave me think upon these gone + +let them affright thee beseech thee youth + +put another sin upon my head + +urging me fury o gone + +heaven love thee better than myself + +come hither arm’d against myself + +stay gone live and hereafter say + +madman’s mercy bid thee run away + + + +paris + +do defy thy conjuration + +and apprehend thee felon here + + + +romeo + +wilt thou provoke me then thee boy + + + +fight + + + +page + +o lord fight will go call the watch + + + +exit + + + +paris + +o am slain falls if thou merciful + +open the tomb lay me juliet + + + +dies + + + +romeo + +faith will let me peruse face + +mercutio’s kinsman noble county paris + +said my man when my betossed soul + +did attend him rode think + +told me paris should married juliet + +said so did dream so + +am mad hearing him talk juliet + +think so o give me thy hand + +writ me sour misfortune’s book + +i’ll bury thee triumphant grave + +grave o no lantern slaught’red youth + +here lies juliet and beauty makes + +vault feasting presence full light + +death lie thou there dead man interr’d + + + +laying paris the monument + + + +how oft when men are the point death + +been merry which their keepers call + +lightning before death o how may + +call lightning o my love my wife + +death hath suck’d the honey thy breath + +hath no power yet upon thy beauty + +thou art conquer’d beauty’s ensign yet + +crimson thy lips and thy cheeks + +and death’s pale flag advanced there + +tybalt liest thou there thy bloody sheet + +o more favour do thee + +than hand cut thy youth twain + +sunder thine enemy + +forgive me cousin ah dear juliet + +why art thou yet so fair shall believe + +unsubstantial death amorous + +and the lean abhorred monster keeps + +thee here dark paramour + +fear still will stay thee + +and never palace dim night + +depart again here here will remain + +worms are thy chambermaids o here + +will set up my everlasting rest + +and shake the yoke inauspicious stars + +worldwearied flesh eyes look your last + +arms take your last embrace and lips o + +the doors breath seal righteous kiss + +dateless bargain engrossing death + +come bitter conduct come unsavoury guide + +thou desperate pilot now once run + +the dashing rocks thy seasick weary bark + +here’s my love drinks o true apothecary + +thy drugs are quick thus kiss die + + + +dies + + + +enter the other end the churchyard friar lawrence + +lantern crow and spade + + + +friar lawrence + +saint francis my speed how oft tonight + +my old feet stumbled graves who’s there + +who consorts so late the dead + + + +balthasar + +here’s friend and knows well + + + +friar lawrence + +bliss upon tell me good my friend + +torch yond vainly lends light + +grubs and eyeless skulls discern + +burneth the capels’ monument + + + +balthasar + +doth so holy sir and there’s my master + +love + + + +friar lawrence + +who + + + +balthasar + +romeo + + + +friar lawrence + +how long hath been there + + + +balthasar + +full half hour + + + +friar lawrence + +go me the vault + + + +balthasar + +dare sir + +my master knows am gone hence + +and fearfully did menace me death + +if did stay look intents + + + +friar lawrence + +stay then i’ll go alone fear comes upon me + +o much fear some ill unlucky thing + + + +balthasar + +did sleep under yew tree here + +dreamt my master and another fought + +and my master slew him + + + +friar lawrence + +romeo advances + +alack alack blood which stains + +the stony entrance sepulchre + +mean these masterless and gory swords + +lie discolour’d place peace + + + +enters the monument + + + +romeo o pale who else paris too + +and steep’d blood ah unkind hour + +guilty lamentable chance + +the lady stirs + + + +juliet wakes and stirs + + + +juliet + +o comfortable friar where my lord + +do remember well where should + +and there am where my romeo + + + +noise within + + + +friar lawrence + +hear some noise lady come nest + +death contagion and unnatural sleep + +greater power than contradict + +hath thwarted our intents come come away + +thy husband thy bosom there lies dead + +and paris too come i’ll dispose thee + +among sisterhood holy nuns + +stay question the watch coming + +come go good juliet dare no longer stay + + + +juliet + +go get thee hence will away + + + +exit friar lawrence + + + +what’s here cup clos’d my true love’s hand + +poison see hath been timeless end + +o churl drink and left no friendly drop + +help me after will kiss thy lips + +haply some poison yet doth hang them + +make me die restorative + + + +kisses him + + + +thy lips are warm + + + +first watch + +within lead boy which way + + + +juliet + +yea noise then i’ll brief o happy dagger + + + +snatching romeo’s dagger + + + +thy sheath stabs herself there rest and let me die + + + +falls romeo’s body and dies + + + +enter watch the page paris + + + +page + +the place there where the torch doth burn + + + +first watch + +the ground bloody search about the churchyard + +go some whoe’er find attach + + + +exeunt some the watch + + + +pitiful sight here lies the county slain + +and juliet bleeding warm and newly dead + +who here hath lain two days buried + +go tell the prince run the capulets + +raise up the montagues some others search + + + +exeunt others the watch + + + +see the ground whereon these woes do lie + +the true ground these piteous woes + +cannot without circumstance descry + + + +reenter some the watch balthasar + + + +second watch + +here’s romeo’s man found him the churchyard + + + +first watch + +hold him safety till the prince come hither + + + +reenter others the watch friar lawrence + + + +third watch here friar trembles sighs and weeps + +took mattock and spade him + +coming churchyard side + + + +first watch + +great suspicion stay the friar too + + + +enter the prince and attendants + + + +prince + +misadventure so early up + +calls our person our morning’s rest + + + +enter capulet lady capulet and others + + + +capulet + +should so shriek abroad + + + +lady capulet + +o the people the street cry romeo + +some juliet and some paris and run + +open outcry toward our monument + + + +prince + +fear which startles our ears + + + +first watch + +sovereign here lies the county paris slain + +and romeo dead and juliet dead before + +warm and new kill’d + + + +prince + +search seek and know how foul murder comes + + + +first watch + +here friar and slaughter’d romeo’s man + +instruments upon them fit open + +these dead men’s tombs + + + +capulet + +o heaven o wife look how our daughter bleeds + +dagger hath mista’en lo house + +empty the back montague + +and missheathed my daughter’s bosom + + + +lady capulet + +o me sight death bell + +warns my old age sepulchre + + + +enter montague and others + + + +prince + +come montague thou art early up + +see thy son and heir more early down + + + +montague + +alas my liege my wife dead tonight + +grief my son’s exile hath stopp’d breath + +further woe conspires against mine age + + + +prince + +look and thou shalt see + + + +montague + +o thou untaught manners + +press before thy father grave + + + +prince + +seal up the mouth outrage while + +till clear these ambiguities + +and know their spring their head their true descent + +and then will general your woes + +and lead even death meantime forbear + +and let mischance slave patience + +bring forth the parties suspicion + + + +friar lawrence + +am the greatest able do least + +yet most suspected the time and place + +doth make against me direful murder + +and here stand both impeach and purge + +myself condemned and myself excus’d + + + +prince + +then say once thou dost know + + + +friar lawrence + +will brief my short date breath + +so long tedious tale + +romeo there dead husband juliet + +and she there dead romeo’s faithful wife + +married them and their stol’n marriage day + +tybalt’s doomsday whose untimely death + +banish’d the newmade bridegroom city + +whom and tybalt juliet pin’d + +remove siege grief + +betroth’d and would married perforce + +county paris then comes she me + +and wild looks bid me devise some means + +rid second marriage + +my cell there would she kill herself + +then gave so tutored my art + +sleeping potion which so took effect + +intended wrought + +the form death meantime writ romeo + +should hither come dire night + +help take borrow’d grave + +being the time the potion’s force should cease + +which bore my letter friar john + +stay’d accident and yesternight + +return’d my letter back then alone + +the prefixed hour waking + +came take kindred’s vault + +meaning keep closely my cell + +till conveniently could send romeo + +when came some minute ere the time + +awaking here untimely lay + +the noble paris and true romeo dead + +she wakes and entreated come forth + +and bear work heaven patience + +then noise did scare me the tomb + +and she too desperate would go me + +seems did violence herself + +know and the marriage + +nurse privy and if ought + +miscarried my fault let my old life + +sacrific’d some hour before time + +unto the rigour severest law + + + +prince + +still known thee holy man + +where’s romeo’s man say + + + +balthasar + +brought my master news juliet’s death + +and then post came mantua + +same place same monument + +letter early bid me give father + +and threaten’d me death going the vault + +if departed and left him there + + + +prince + +give me the letter will look + +where the county’s page rais’d the watch + +sirrah made your master place + + + +page + +came flowers strew lady’s grave + +and bid me stand aloof and so did + +anon comes light ope the tomb + +and and my master drew him + +and then ran away call the watch + + + +prince + +letter doth make good the friar’s words + +their course love the tidings death + +and here writes did buy poison + +poor ’pothecary and therewithal + +came vault die and lie juliet + +where these enemies capulet montague + +see scourge laid upon your hate + +heaven finds means kill your joys love + +and winking your discords too + +lost brace kinsmen are punish’d + + + +capulet + +o brother montague give me thy hand + +my daughter’s jointure no more + +demand + + + +montague + +give thee more + +will raise statue pure gold + +whiles verona name known + +there shall no figure such rate set + +true and faithful juliet + + + +capulet + +rich shall romeo’s lady’s lie + +poor sacrifices our enmity + + + +prince + +glooming peace morning brings + +the sun sorrow will show head + +go hence more talk these sad things + +some shall pardon’d and some punished + +never story more woe + +than juliet and romeo + + + +exeunt + + + + + + + + diff --git a/development/pg1513.txt b/development/pg1513.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3a2ce63 --- /dev/null +++ b/development/pg1513.txt @@ -0,0 +1,5647 @@ +The Project Gutenberg eBook of Romeo and Juliet + +This ebook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and +most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions +whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms +of the Project Gutenberg License included with this ebook or online +at www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, +you will have to check the laws of the country where you are located +before using this eBook. + +Title: Romeo and Juliet + +Author: William Shakespeare + +Release date: November 1, 1998 [eBook #1513] + Most recently updated: September 18, 2025 + +Language: English + +Credits: the PG Shakespeare Team, a team of about twenty Project Gutenberg volunteers + + +*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ROMEO AND JULIET *** + + + + +THE TRAGEDY OF ROMEO AND JULIET + +by William Shakespeare + + + + +Contents + +THE PROLOGUE. + +ACT I +Scene I. A public place. +Scene II. A Street. +Scene III. Room in Capulet’s House. +Scene IV. A Street. +Scene V. A Hall in Capulet’s House. + +ACT II +CHORUS. +Scene I. An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden. +Scene II. Capulet’s Garden. +Scene III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. +Scene IV. A Street. +Scene V. Capulet’s Garden. +Scene VI. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. + +ACT III +Scene I. A public Place. +Scene II. A Room in Capulet’s House. +Scene III. Friar Lawrence’s cell. +Scene IV. A Room in Capulet’s House. +Scene V. An open Gallery to Juliet’s Chamber, overlooking the Garden. + +ACT IV +Scene I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. +Scene II. Hall in Capulet’s House. +Scene III. Juliet’s Chamber. +Scene IV. Hall in Capulet’s House. +Scene V. Juliet’s Chamber; Juliet on the bed. + +ACT V +Scene I. Mantua. A Street. +Scene II. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. +Scene III. A churchyard; in it a Monument belonging to the Capulets. + + + + + Dramatis Personæ + +ESCALUS, Prince of Verona. +MERCUTIO, kinsman to the Prince, and friend to Romeo. +PARIS, a young Nobleman, kinsman to the Prince. +Page to Paris. + +MONTAGUE, head of a Veronese family at feud with the Capulets. +LADY MONTAGUE, wife to Montague. +ROMEO, son to Montague. +BENVOLIO, nephew to Montague, and friend to Romeo. +ABRAM, servant to Montague. +BALTHASAR, servant to Romeo. + +CAPULET, head of a Veronese family at feud with the Montagues. +LADY CAPULET, wife to Capulet. +JULIET, daughter to Capulet. +TYBALT, nephew to Lady Capulet. +CAPULET’S COUSIN, an old man. +NURSE to Juliet. +PETER, servant to Juliet’s Nurse. +SAMPSON, servant to Capulet. +GREGORY, servant to Capulet. +Servants. + +FRIAR LAWRENCE, a Franciscan. +FRIAR JOHN, of the same Order. +An Apothecary. +CHORUS. +Three Musicians. +An Officer. +Citizens of Verona; several Men and Women, relations to both houses; +Maskers, Guards, Watchmen and Attendants. + +SCENE. During the greater part of the Play in Verona; once, in the +Fifth Act, at Mantua. + + + + +THE PROLOGUE + + + Enter Chorus. + +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-cross’d lovers take their life; +Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows +Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife. +The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love, +And the continuance of their parents’ rage, +Which, but their children’s end, nought 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. + + [_Exit._] + + + + +ACT I + +SCENE I. A public place. + + + Enter Sampson and Gregory armed with swords and bucklers. + +SAMPSON. +Gregory, on my word, we’ll not carry coals. + +GREGORY. +No, for then we should be colliers. + +SAMPSON. +I mean, if we be in choler, we’ll draw. + +GREGORY. +Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o’ the 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. + +SAMPSON. +A dog of that house shall move me to stand. +I 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. + +SAMPSON. +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. + +GREGORY. +The quarrel is between our masters and us 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. + +GREGORY. +The heads of the maids? + +SAMPSON. +Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; 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. + +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. + + Enter Abram and Balthasar. + +SAMPSON. +My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back 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. + +GREGORY. +I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list. + +SAMPSON. +Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them, which is disgrace to +them if they bear it. + +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. +Is the law of our side if I say ay? + +GREGORY. +No. + +SAMPSON. +No sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, 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. + +ABRAM. +No better. + +SAMPSON. +Well, sir. + + Enter Benvolio. + +GREGORY. +Say better; here comes one of my master’s kinsmen. + +SAMPSON. +Yes, better, sir. + +ABRAM. +You lie. + +SAMPSON. +Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow. + + [_They fight._] + +BENVOLIO. +Part, fools! put up your swords, you know not what you do. + + [_Beats down their swords._] + + Enter Tybalt. + +TYBALT. +What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? +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. + +TYBALT. +What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word +As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: +Have at thee, coward. + + [_They fight._] + + Enter three or four Citizens with clubs. + +FIRST CITIZEN. +Clubs, bills and partisans! Strike! Beat them down! +Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues! + + Enter Capulet in his gown, and Lady Capulet. + +CAPULET. +What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho! + +LADY CAPULET. +A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword? + +CAPULET. +My sword, I say! Old Montague is come, +And flourishes his blade in spite of me. + + Enter Montague and his Lady Montague. + +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 Attendants. + +PRINCE. +Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, +Profaners of this neighbour-stained 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 mistemper’d weapons to the ground +And hear the sentence of your moved prince. +Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, +By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, +Have thrice disturb’d 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, +Canker’d with peace, to part your canker’d 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 judgement-place. +Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. + + [_Exeunt Prince and Attendants; Capulet, Lady Capulet, Tybalt, + Citizens and Servants._] + +MONTAGUE. +Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? +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 prepar’d, +Which, as he breath’d defiance to my ears, +He swung about his head, and cut the winds, +Who nothing hurt withal, hiss’d 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. + +BENVOLIO. +Madam, an hour before the worshipp’d sun +Peer’d forth the golden window of the east, +A troubled mind drave 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, +Pursu’d my humour, not pursuing his, +And gladly shunn’d 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; +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 humour 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 importun’d him by any means? + +MONTAGUE. +Both by myself and many other friends; +But he, his own affections’ counsellor, +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 sun. +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. + +MONTAGUE. +I would thou wert so happy by thy stay +To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let’s away, + + [_Exeunt Montague and Lady Montague._] + +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? + +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 favour where I am in love. + +BENVOLIO. +Alas that love so gentle in his view, +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? + +BENVOLIO. +No coz, I rather weep. + +ROMEO. +Good heart, at what? + +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 prest +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 purg’d, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes; +Being vex’d, a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears: +What is it else? A madness most discreet, +A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. +Farewell, my coz. + + [_Going._] + +BENVOLIO. +Soft! I will go along: +And 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. + +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. +Bid a sick man in sadness make his will, +A word ill urg’d to one that is so ill. +In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. + +BENVOLIO. +I aim’d so near when I suppos’d you lov’d. + +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 arm’d, +From love’s weak childish bow she lives uncharm’d. +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’s 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 starv’d 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 rul’d 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. + +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 pass’d that passing fair? +Farewell, thou canst not teach me to forget. + +BENVOLIO. +I’ll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. + + [_Exeunt._] + +SCENE II. A Street. + + Enter Capulet, Paris and Servant. + +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. + +PARIS. +Of honourable reckoning are you both, +And pity ’tis you liv’d 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. + +PARIS. +Younger than she are happy mothers made. + +CAPULET. +And too soon marr’d are those so early made. +The earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she, +She is 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 agree, within her scope of choice +Lies my consent and fair according voice. +This night I hold an old accustom’d 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 apparell’d April on the heel +Of limping winter treads, even such delight +Among fresh female 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 reckoning none. +Come, go with me. Go, sirrah, trudge about +Through fair Verona; find those persons out +Whose names are written there, [_gives a paper_] and to them say, +My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. + + [_Exeunt Capulet and Paris._] + +SERVANT. +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! + + Enter Benvolio and Romeo. + +BENVOLIO. +Tut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning, +One pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish; +Turn giddy, and be holp 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: +Shut up in prison, kept without my food, +Whipp’d and tormented and—God-den, good fellow. + +SERVANT. +God gi’ go-den. I pray, sir, can you read? + +ROMEO. +Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. + +SERVANT. +Perhaps you have learned it without book. +But I pray, can you read anything you see? + +ROMEO. +Ay, If I know the letters and the language. + +SERVANT. +Ye say honestly, rest you merry! + +ROMEO. +Stay, fellow; I can read. + + [_He reads the letter._] + +_Signior Martino and his wife and daughters; +County Anselmo and his beauteous sisters; +The lady widow of Utruvio; +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. [_Gives back the paper_] Whither should they come? + +SERVANT. +Up. + +ROMEO. +Whither to supper? + +SERVANT. +To our house. + +ROMEO. +Whose house? + +SERVANT. +My master’s. + +ROMEO. +Indeed I should have ask’d you that before. + +SERVANT. +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. + + [_Exit._] + +BENVOLIO. +At this same ancient feast of Capulet’s +Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov’st; +With all the admired 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 drown’d, 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 pois’d with herself in either eye: +But in that crystal scales let there be weigh’d +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 shows best. + +ROMEO. +I’ll go along, no such sight to be shown, +But to rejoice in splendour of my own. + + [_Exeunt._] + +SCENE III. Room in Capulet’s House. + + 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! + + Enter Juliet. + +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 remember’d 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 is not fourteen. How long is it now +To Lammas-tide? + +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 wean’d,—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, +To bid me trudge. +And since that time it is eleven years; +For then she could stand alone; 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! +A 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 holidame, +The pretty wretch left crying, and said ‘Ay’. +To see now how a jest shall come about. +I warrant, and 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 it brow +A bump as big as a young cockerel’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 nurs’d: +And I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish. + +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? + +JULIET. +It is an honour that I dream not of. + +NURSE. +An honour! Were not I thine only nurse, +I would say thou hadst suck’d 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. + +NURSE. +A man, young lady! Lady, such a man +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 obscur’d 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 +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. + + Enter a Servant. + +SERVANT. +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. + +LADY CAPULET. +We follow thee. + + [_Exit Servant._] + +Juliet, the County stays. + +NURSE. +Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days. + + [_Exeunt._] + +SCENE IV. A Street. + + Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six Maskers; + Torch-bearers and others. + +ROMEO. +What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? +Or shall we on without apology? + +BENVOLIO. +The date is out of such prolixity: +We’ll have no Cupid hoodwink’d with a scarf, +Bearing a Tartar’s painted bow of lath, +Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper; +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. + +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. + +MERCUTIO. +You are a lover, borrow Cupid’s wings, +And soar with them above a common bound. + +ROMEO. +I am too sore enpierced 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. + +MERCUTIO. +And, to sink in it, should you burden love; +Too great oppression for a tender thing. + +ROMEO. +Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, +Too rude, too boisterous; 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: [_Putting on a mask._] +A visor for a visor. What care I +What curious eye doth quote deformities? +Here are the beetle-brows shall blush for me. + +BENVOLIO. +Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in +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 proverb’d 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. + +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. + +ROMEO. +And we mean well in going to this mask; +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. +She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes +In shape no bigger than an agate-stone +On the fore-finger of an alderman, +Drawn with a team of little atomies +Over men’s noses as they lie asleep: +Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners’ legs; +The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers; +Her traces, of the smallest spider’s web; +The collars, of the moonshine’s watery beams; +Her whip of cricket’s bone; the lash, of film; +Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat, +Not half so big as a round little worm +Prick’d 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; +O’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on curtsies 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 a lies asleep, +Then dreams he of another benefice: +Sometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck, +And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, +Of breaches, ambuscados, 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; +And bakes the elf-locks 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. + +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 anger’d, 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. + +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 despised life, clos’d in my breast +By some vile forfeit of untimely death. +But he that hath the steerage of my course +Direct my suit. On, lusty gentlemen! + +BENVOLIO. +Strike, drum. + + [_Exeunt._] + +SCENE V. A Hall in Capulet’s House. + + Musicians waiting. Enter Servants. + +FIRST SERVANT. +Where’s Potpan, that he helps not to take away? +He shift a trencher! He scrape a trencher! + +SECOND SERVANT. +When good manners shall lie all in one or two men’s hands, and they +unwash’d too, ’tis a foul thing. + +FIRST SERVANT. +Away with the join-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. Antony and Potpan! + +SECOND SERVANT. +Ay, boy, ready. + +FIRST SERVANT. +You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the +great chamber. + +SECOND SERVANT. +We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys. Be brisk awhile, and +the longer liver take all. + + [_Exeunt._] + + Enter Capulet, &c. with the Guests and Gentlewomen to the Maskers. + +CAPULET. +Welcome, gentlemen, ladies that have their toes +Unplagu’d with corns will have 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 ye 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, +You are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians, play. +A hall, a hall, give room! And foot it, girls. + + [_Music plays, and they dance._] + +More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up, +And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot. +Ah sirrah, this unlook’d-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 mask’d. + +CAPULET’S COUSIN. +’Tis more, ’tis more, his son is elder, sir; +His son is thirty. + +CAPULET. +Will you tell me that? +His son was but a ward two years ago. + +ROMEO. +What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand +Of yonder knight? + +SERVANT. +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 blessed my rude hand. +Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! +For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night. + +TYBALT. +This by his voice, should be a Montague. +Fetch me my rapier, boy. What, dares the slave +Come hither, cover’d with an antic face, +To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? +Now by the stock and honour 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. + +CAPULET. +Young Romeo, is it? + +TYBALT. +’Tis he, that villain Romeo. + +CAPULET. +Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, +A bears him like a portly gentleman; +And, to say truth, Verona brags of him +To be a virtuous and well-govern’d youth. +I would not for the wealth of all the 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. + +CAPULET. +He shall be endur’d. +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, +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. + +TYBALT. +Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting +Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. +I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall, +Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. + + [_Exit._] + +ROMEO. +[_To Juliet._] 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. + +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. + +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. + +JULIET. +Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake. + +ROMEO. +Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take. +Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg’d. +[_Kissing her._] + +JULIET. +Then have my lips the sin that they have took. + +ROMEO. +Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg’d! +Give me my sin again. + +JULIET. +You kiss by the book. + +NURSE. +Madam, your mother craves a word with you. + +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 nurs’d her daughter that you talk’d withal. +I tell you, he that can lay hold of her +Shall have the chinks. + +ROMEO. +Is she a Capulet? +O dear account! My life is my foe’s debt. + +BENVOLIO. +Away, be gone; 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. + + [_Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse._] + +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. If he be married, +My grave is like to be my wedding bed. + +NURSE. +His name is Romeo, and a Montague, +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 loathed enemy. + +NURSE. +What’s this? What’s this? + +JULIET. +A rhyme I learn’d even now +Of one I danc’d withal. + + [_One calls within, ‘Juliet’._] + +NURSE. +Anon, anon! +Come let’s away, the strangers all are gone. + + [_Exeunt._] + + + + +ACT II + + + Enter Chorus. + +CHORUS. +Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie, +And young affection gapes to be his heir; +That fair for which love groan’d for and would die, +With tender Juliet match’d, is now not fair. +Now Romeo is belov’d, and loves again, +Alike bewitched by the charm of looks; +But to his foe suppos’d 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 beloved anywhere. +But passion lends them power, time means, to meet, +Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. + + [_Exit._] + +SCENE I. An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden. + + Enter Romeo. + +ROMEO. +Can I go forward when my heart is here? +Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. + + [_He climbs the wall and leaps down within it._] + + Enter Benvolio and Mercutio. + +BENVOLIO. +Romeo! My cousin Romeo! Romeo! + +MERCUTIO. +He is wise, +And on my life hath stol’n him home to bed. + +BENVOLIO. +He ran this way, and leap’d this orchard wall: +Call, good Mercutio. + +MERCUTIO. +Nay, I’ll conjure too. +Romeo! Humours! Madman! Passion! Lover! +Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh, +Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; +Cry but ‘Ah 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 lov’d 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 conjur’d it down; +That were some spite. My invocation +Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress’ name, +I conjure only but to raise up him. + +BENVOLIO. +Come, he hath hid himself among these trees +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 and thou a poperin 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. + + [_Exeunt._] + +SCENE II. Capulet’s Garden. + + Enter Romeo. + +ROMEO. +He jests at scars that never felt a wound. + + Juliet appears above at a window. + +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. +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 eyes 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. +She speaks. +O speak again bright angel, for thou art +As glorious to this night, being o’er my head, +As is a winged messenger of heaven +Unto the white-upturned wondering 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. + +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, nor any other part +Belonging to a man. O be some other name. +What’s in a name? That which we call a rose +By any other name would smell as sweet; +So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d, +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 baptis’d; +Henceforth I never will be Romeo. + +JULIET. +What man art thou that, thus bescreen’d in night +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. + +JULIET. +My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words +Of thy tongue’s utterance, yet I know the sound. +Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague? + +ROMEO. +Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike. + +JULIET. +How cam’st 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. + +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. + +JULIET. +If they do see thee, they will murder thee. + +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. + +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 prorogued, wanting of thy love. + +JULIET. +By whose direction found’st thou out this place? + +ROMEO. +By love, that first did prompt me to enquire; +He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. +I am no pilot; yet wert thou as far +As that vast shore wash’d with the farthest sea, +I 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 ’haviour light: +But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true +Than those that have more cunning to be strange. +I should have been more strange, I must confess, +But that thou overheard’st, ere I was ’ware, +My true-love passion; therefore pardon me, +And not impute this yielding to light love, +Which the dark night hath so discovered. + +ROMEO. +Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow, +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. + +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. + +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 unadvis’d, 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. + +JULIET. +I gave thee mine before thou didst request it; +And yet I would it were to give again. + +ROMEO. +Would’st 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. +[_Nurse calls within._] +Anon, good Nurse!—Sweet Montague be true. +Stay but a little, I will come again. + + [_Exit._] + +ROMEO. +O blessed, blessed night. I am afeard, +Being in night, all this is but a dream, +Too flattering sweet to be substantial. + + Enter Juliet above. + +JULIET. +Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed. +If that thy bent of love be honourable, +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,— + +NURSE. +[_Within._] Madam. + +JULIET. +By and by I come— +To cease thy strife and leave me to my grief. +Tomorrow will I send. + +ROMEO. +So thrive my soul,— + +JULIET. +A thousand times good night. + + [_Exit._] + +ROMEO. +A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. +Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, +But love from love, towards school with heavy looks. + + [_Retiring slowly._] + + Re-enter Juliet, above. + +JULIET. +Hist! Romeo, hist! O for a falconer’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’s name. + +ROMEO. +It is my soul that calls upon my name. +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? + +ROMEO. +By the hour of nine. + +JULIET. +I will not fail. ’Tis twenty years till then. +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, +Remembering how I love thy company. + +ROMEO. +And I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget, +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 her hand, +Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, +And with a silk 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. + + [_Exit._] + +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 Sire’s cell, +His help to crave and my dear hap to tell. + + [_Exit._] + +SCENE III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. + + Enter Friar Lawrence with a basket. + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. +The grey-ey’d morn smiles on the frowning night, +Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; +And fleckled darkness like a drunkard reels +From forth day’s pathway, made by Titan’s fiery wheels +Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye, +The day to cheer, and night’s dank dew to dry, +I must upfill this osier cage of ours +With baleful weeds and precious-juiced 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, strain’d from that fair use, +Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse. +Virtue itself turns vice being misapplied, +And vice sometime’s 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, slays all senses with the heart. +Two such opposed 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 distemper’d 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 unbruised youth with unstuff’d brain +Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign. +Therefore thy earliness doth me assure +Thou art uprous’d with some distemperature; +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. + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. +That’s my good son. But where hast thou been 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, blessed 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. + +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 combin’d, save what thou must combine +By holy marriage. When, and where, and how +We met, we woo’d, and made exchange of vow, +I’ll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, +That thou consent to marry us today. + +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 wash’d 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 ring in mine ancient ears. +Lo here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit +Of an old tear that is not wash’d off yet. +If ere thou wast thyself, and these woes thine, +Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline, +And art thou chang’d? Pronounce this sentence then, +Women may fall, when there’s no strength in men. + +ROMEO. +Thou chidd’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. + +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. + +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’ rancour to pure love. + +ROMEO. +O let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. +Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. + + [_Exeunt._] + +SCENE IV. A Street. + + Enter Benvolio and Mercutio. + +MERCUTIO. +Where the devil should this Romeo be? 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. + +BENVOLIO. +Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet, 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. + +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? + +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. He rests his minim rest, one, two, and the third in +your bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; +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 phantasies; 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 but 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 grey 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? + +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. + +MERCUTIO. +That’s as much as to say, such a case as yours constrains a man to bow +in the hams. + +ROMEO. +Meaning, to curtsy. + +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. + +ROMEO. +O single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness! + +MERCUTIO. +Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint. + +ROMEO. +Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I’ll cry a match. + +MERCUTIO. +Nay, if thy 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? + +ROMEO. +Thou wast never with me for anything, when 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. + +ROMEO. +And is it not then well served in to a sweet goose? + +MERCUTIO. +O here’s a wit of cheveril, that stretches 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. + +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 by nature. For this drivelling 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. + +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. + + Enter Nurse and 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. + +NURSE. +God ye good morrow, gentlemen. + +MERCUTIO. +God ye good-den, fair gentlewoman. + +NURSE. +Is it good-den? + +MERCUTIO. +’Tis no less, I tell ye; for the bawdy hand of 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 for himself to mar. + +NURSE. +By my troth, it is well said; for himself to mar, quoth a? 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. + +NURSE. +You say well. + +MERCUTIO. +Yea, is the worst well? Very well took, i’faith; wisely, wisely. + +NURSE. +If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you. + +BENVOLIO. +She will endite 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. +[_Sings._] + 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. + + [_Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio._] + +NURSE. +I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this 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. + +NURSE. +And a speak anything against me, I’ll take him down, and a were lustier +than he is, and twenty such Jacks. And 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.—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. + +NURSE. +Now, afore God, I am so vexed that every part about me quivers. Scurvy +knave. Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bid me +enquire you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself. But first +let me tell ye, if ye should lead her in a fool’s paradise, as they +say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, 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,— + +NURSE. +Good heart, and i’faith I will tell her as much. Lord, Lord, she will +be a joyful woman. + +ROMEO. +What wilt thou tell her, Nurse? Thou dost not mark me. + +NURSE. +I will tell her, sir, that you do protest, which, as 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 shriv’d and married. Here is for thy pains. + +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. + +NURSE. +Now God in heaven bless thee. Hark you, sir. + +ROMEO. +What say’st thou, my dear Nurse? + +NURSE. +Is your man secret? Did you ne’er hear say, +Two may keep counsel, putting one away? + +ROMEO. +I 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? + +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. + +ROMEO. +Commend me to thy lady. + +NURSE. +Ay, a thousand times. Peter! + + [_Exit Romeo._] + +PETER. +Anon. + +NURSE. +Before and apace. + + [_Exeunt._] + +SCENE V. Capulet’s Garden. + + 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, +Driving back shadows over lowering hills: +Therefore do nimble-pinion’d 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’d 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. + + [_Exit Peter._] + +JULIET. +Now, good sweet Nurse,—O Lord, why look’st thou sad? +Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; +If good, thou sham’st 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 had! + +JULIET. +I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: +Nay come, I pray thee speak; good, good Nurse, speak. + +NURSE. +Jesu, what haste? Can you not stay a while? 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 +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? + +JULIET. +No, no. But all this did I know before. +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,—O my back, my back! +Beshrew your heart for sending me about +To catch my death with jauncing up and down. + +JULIET. +I’faith, I am sorry that thou art not well. +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? + +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?’ + +NURSE. +O God’s lady dear, +Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow. +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. + +JULIET. +Hie to high fortune! Honest Nurse, farewell. + + [_Exeunt._] + +SCENE VI. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. + + Enter Friar Lawrence and Romeo. + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. +So smile the heavens upon this holy act +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. + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. +These violent delights have violent ends, +And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, +Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey +Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, +And in the taste confounds the appetite. +Therefore love moderately: 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 heap’d like mine, and that thy skill be more +To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath +This neighbour air, and let rich music’s tongue +Unfold the imagin’d 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. + +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. + + [_Exeunt._] + + + + +ACT III + +SCENE I. A public Place. + + + Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page and Servants. + +BENVOLIO. +I pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire: +The day is hot, the Capulets 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. + +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. + +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 an egg is full of meat, and yet thy +head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling. Thou hast +quarrelled 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 an old riband? And yet thou wilt +tutor me from quarrelling! + +BENVOLIO. +And 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. + +MERCUTIO. +The fee simple! O simple! + + Enter Tybalt and others. + +BENVOLIO. +By my head, here comes the Capulets. + +MERCUTIO. +By my heel, I care not. + +TYBALT. +Follow me close, for I will speak to them. +Gentlemen, good-den: 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. + +TYBALT. +You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, and you will give me +occasion. + +MERCUTIO. +Could you not take some occasion without giving? + +TYBALT. +Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo. + +MERCUTIO. +Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? And 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, +And reason coldly of your grievances, +Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. + +MERCUTIO. +Men’s eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. +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. + +TYBALT. +Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford +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 know’st me not. + +TYBALT. +Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries +That thou hast done me, therefore turn and draw. + +ROMEO. +I do protest I never injur’d 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. + +MERCUTIO. +O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! +[_Draws._] Alla stoccata carries it away. +Tybalt, you rat-catcher, 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 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. +[_Drawing._] I am for you. + +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! + + [_Exeunt Tybalt with his Partizans._] + +MERCUTIO. +I am hurt. +A plague o’ both your 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. + + [_Exit Page._] + +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. + +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! + + [_Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio._] + +ROMEO. +This gentleman, the Prince’s near ally, +My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt +In my behalf; my reputation stain’d +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 soften’d valour’s steel. + + Re-enter Benvolio. + +BENVOLIO. +O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio’s dead, +That gallant spirit hath aspir’d the clouds, +Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. + +ROMEO. +This day’s black fate on mo days doth depend; +This but begins the woe others must end. + + Re-enter Tybalt. + +BENVOLIO. +Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. + +ROMEO. +Again in triumph, and Mercutio slain? +Away to heaven respective lenity, +And fire-ey’d fury be my conduct now! +Now, Tybalt, take the ‘villain’ back again +That late thou gav’st 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. + +TYBALT. +Thou wretched boy, that didst consort him here, +Shalt with him hence. + +ROMEO. +This shall determine that. + + [_They fight; Tybalt falls._] + +BENVOLIO. +Romeo, away, be gone! +The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain. +Stand not amaz’d. 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? + + [_Exit Romeo._] + + Enter Citizens. + +FIRST CITIZEN. +Which way ran he that kill’d Mercutio? +Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? + +BENVOLIO. +There lies that Tybalt. + +FIRST CITIZEN. +Up, sir, go with me. +I charge thee in the Prince’s name obey. + + Enter Prince, attended; Montague, Capulet, their Wives and others. + +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. + +LADY CAPULET. +Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother’s child! +O Prince! O husband! O, the blood is spill’d +Of my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true, +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 urg’d withal +Your high displeasure. All this uttered +With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow’d +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 entertain’d 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. + +PRINCE. +Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio. +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. + +PRINCE. +And for that offence +Immediately we do exile him hence. +I have an interest in your hate’s 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. + + [_Exeunt._] + +SCENE II. A Room in Capulet’s House. + + Enter Juliet. + +JULIET. +Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, +Towards Phoebus’ lodging. Such a waggoner +As Phaeton would whip you to the west +And bring in cloudy night immediately. +Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, +That runaway’s eyes may wink, and Romeo +Leap to these arms, untalk’d of and unseen. +Lovers can see to do their amorous rites +By their own beauties: or, if love be blind, +It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, +Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, +And learn me how to lose a winning match, +Play’d for a pair of stainless maidenhoods. +Hood my unmann’d 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-brow’d 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 possess’d it; and though I am sold, +Not yet enjoy’d. 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. + + Enter Nurse, with cords. + +Now, Nurse, what news? What hast thou there? +The cords that Romeo bid thee fetch? + +NURSE. +Ay, ay, the cords. + + [_Throws them down._] + +JULIET. +Ay me, what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands? + +NURSE. +Ah, well-a-day, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead! +We are undone, lady, we are undone. +Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s kill’d, he’s dead. + +JULIET. +Can heaven be so envious? + +NURSE. +Romeo can, +Though heaven cannot. O Romeo, Romeo. +Who ever would have thought it? Romeo! + +JULIET. +What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus? +This torture should be roar’d 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 make thee answer Ay. +If he be slain, say Ay; or if not, No. +Brief sounds determine of 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 bedaub’d in blood, +All in gore-blood. I swounded 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. + +NURSE. +O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had. +O courteous Tybalt, honest gentleman! +That ever I should live to see thee dead. + +JULIET. +What storm is this that blows so contrary? +Is Romeo slaughter’d 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 banished, +Romeo that kill’d him, he is banished. + +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 flowering face! +Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? +Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical, +Dove-feather’d raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! +Despised substance of divinest show! +Just opposite to what thou justly seem’st, +A damned saint, an honourable 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 perjur’d, +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. +Blister’d be thy tongue +For such a wish! He was not born to shame. +Upon his brow shame is asham’d to sit; +For ’tis a throne where honour may be crown’d +Sole monarch of the universal earth. +O, what a beast was I to chide at him! + +NURSE. +Will you speak well of him that kill’d 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 kill’d 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 murder’d me. I would forget it fain, +But O, it presses to my memory +Like damned guilty deeds to sinners’ minds. +Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished. +That ‘banished,’ that one word ‘banished,’ +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 rank’d with other griefs, +Why follow’d not, when she said Tybalt’s dead, +Thy father or thy mother, nay or both, +Which modern lamentation might have mov’d? +But with a rear-ward following Tybalt’s death, +‘Romeo is banished’—to speak that word +Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, +All slain, all dead. Romeo is banished, +There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, +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. + +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 beguil’d, +Both you and I; for Romeo is exil’d. +He made you for a highway to my bed, +But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. +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 ye, 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. + + [_Exeunt._] + +SCENE III. Friar Lawrence’s cell. + + Enter Friar Lawrence. + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. +Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man. +Affliction is enanmour’d of thy parts +And thou art wedded to calamity. + + Enter Romeo. + +ROMEO. +Father, what news? What is the Prince’s doom? +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. + +ROMEO. +What less than doomsday is the Prince’s doom? + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. +A gentler judgment vanish’d from his lips, +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. + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. +Hence from Verona art thou banished. +Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. + +ROMEO. +There is no world without Verona walls, +But purgatory, torture, hell itself. +Hence banished is banish’d from the world, +And world’s exile is death. Then banished +Is death misterm’d. Calling death banished, +Thou cutt’st my head off with a golden axe, +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 brush’d aside the law, +And turn’d that black word death to banishment. +This is dear mercy, and thou see’st it not. + +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 honourable 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 banished. +This may flies do, when I from this must fly. +They are free men but I am banished. +And say’st thou yet that exile is not death? +Hadst thou no poison mix’d, no sharp-ground knife, +No sudden mean of death, though ne’er so mean, +But banished to kill me? Banished? +O Friar, the damned 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 profess’d, +To mangle me with that word banished? + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. +Thou fond mad man, hear me speak a little, + +ROMEO. +O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. +I’ll give thee armour to keep off that word, +Adversity’s sweet milk, philosophy, +To comfort thee, though thou art banished. + +ROMEO. +Yet banished? Hang up philosophy. +Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, +Displant a town, reverse a Prince’s doom, +It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more. + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. +O, then I see that mad men 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 murdered, +Doting like me, and like me banished, +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. + + [_Knocking within._] + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. +Arise; one knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyself. + +ROMEO. +Not I, unless the breath of heartsick groans +Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes. + + [_Knocking._] + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. +Hark, how they knock!—Who’s there?—Romeo, arise, +Thou wilt be taken.—Stay awhile.—Stand up. + + [_Knocking._] + +Run to my study.—By-and-by.—God’s will, +What simpleness is this.—I come, I come. + + [_Knocking._] + +Who knocks so hard? Whence come you, what’s your will? + +NURSE. +[_Within._] Let me come in, and you shall know my errand. +I come from Lady Juliet. + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. +Welcome then. + + Enter Nurse. + +NURSE. +O holy Friar, O, tell me, holy Friar, +Where is my lady’s lord, where’s Romeo? + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. +There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. + +NURSE. +O, he is even in my mistress’ case. +Just in her case! O woeful sympathy! +Piteous predicament. Even so lies she, +Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering. +Stand up, stand up; stand, and 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. +Spakest thou of Juliet? How is it with her? +Doth not she think me an old murderer, +Now I have stain’d the childhood of our joy +With blood remov’d but little from her own? +Where is she? And how doth she? And what says +My conceal’d lady to our cancell’d 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. + +ROMEO. +As if that name, +Shot from the deadly level of a gun, +Did murder her, as that name’s cursed hand +Murder’d 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. + + [_Drawing his sword._] + +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 amaz’d me. By my holy order, +I thought thy disposition better temper’d. +Hast thou slain Tybalt? Wilt thou slay thyself? +And slay thy lady, that in thy life lives, +By doing damned hate upon thyself? +Why rail’st 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 sham’st 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 valour of a man; +Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury, +Killing that love which thou hast vow’d 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 dismember’d with thine own defence. +What, rouse thee, man. Thy Juliet is alive, +For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead. +There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee, +But thou slew’st Tybalt; there art thou happy. +The law that threaten’d 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 misshaped and sullen wench, +Thou putt’st up 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 stay’d here all the night +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. + + [_Exit._] + +ROMEO. +How well my comfort is reviv’d by this. + +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 disguis’d 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. + + [_Exeunt._] + +SCENE IV. A Room in Capulet’s House. + + Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet and Paris. + +CAPULET. +Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily +That we have had no time to move our daughter. +Look you, she lov’d 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 tune to woo. +Madam, good night. Commend me to your daughter. + +LADY CAPULET. +I will, and know her mind early tomorrow; +Tonight she’s mew’d up to her heaviness. + +CAPULET. +Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender +Of my child’s love. I think she will be rul’d +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, +A Thursday let it be; a 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. A Thursday be it then. +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 very late that we +May call it early by and by. Good night. + + [_Exeunt._] + +SCENE V. An open Gallery to Juliet’s Chamber, overlooking the Garden. + + Enter Romeo and Juliet. + +JULIET. +Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. +It was the nightingale, and not the lark, +That pierc’d the fearful hollow of thine ear; +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. + +JULIET. +Yond light is not daylight, I know it, I. +It is some meteor that the sun exhales +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 grey 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, be gone, 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 loathed toad change eyes. +O, now I would they had chang’d voices too, +Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, +Hunting thee hence with hunt’s-up to the day. +O now be gone, more light and light it grows. + +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. + + [_Exit._] + +JULIET. +Then, window, let day in, and let life out. + +ROMEO. +Farewell, farewell, one kiss, and I’ll descend. + + [_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. + +ROMEO. +Farewell! +I will omit no opportunity +That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. + +JULIET. +O thinkest thou we shall ever meet again? + +ROMEO. +I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve +For sweet discourses in our time 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 look’st pale. + +ROMEO. +And trust me, love, in my eye so do you. +Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu. + + [_Exit below._] + +JULIET. +O Fortune, Fortune! All men call thee fickle, +If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him +That is renown’d for faith? Be fickle, Fortune; +For then, I hope thou wilt not keep him long +But send him back. + +LADY CAPULET. +[_Within._] Ho, daughter, are you up? + +JULIET. +Who is’t that calls? Is it my lady mother? +Is she not down so late, or up so early? +What unaccustom’d cause procures her hither? + + Enter Lady Capulet. + +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? +And 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. + +JULIET. +Feeling so the loss, +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 slaughter’d him. + +JULIET. +What villain, madam? + +LADY CAPULET. +That same villain Romeo. + +JULIET. +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. + +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. + +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 banish’d runagate doth live, +Shall give him such an unaccustom’d 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 vex’d. +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 nam’d, and cannot come to him, +To wreak the love I bore my cousin +Upon his body that hath slaughter’d him. + +LADY CAPULET. +Find thou the means, and I’ll find such a man. +But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. + +JULIET. +And joy comes well in such a needy time. +What are they, I beseech your ladyship? + +LADY CAPULET. +Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child; +One who to put thee from thy heaviness, +Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy, +That thou expects not, nor I look’d 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. + +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. + +LADY CAPULET. +Here comes your father, tell him so yourself, +And see how he will take it at your hands. + + Enter Capulet and Nurse. + +CAPULET. +When the sun sets, the air 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 showering? 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 +Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife? +Have you deliver’d 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. + +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 blest, +Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought +So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? + +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. + +CAPULET. +How now, how now, chopp’d 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! + +LADY CAPULET. +Fie, fie! What, are you mad? + +JULIET. +Good father, I beseech you on my knees, +Hear me with patience but to speak a word. + +CAPULET. +Hang thee young baggage, disobedient wretch! +I tell thee what,—get thee to church a 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 blest +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. + +CAPULET. +And why, my lady wisdom? Hold your tongue, +Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. + +NURSE. +I speak no treason. + +CAPULET. +O God ye good-en! + +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. + +LADY CAPULET. +You are too hot. + +CAPULET. +God’s bread, it makes me mad! +Day, night, hour, ride, time, work, play, +Alone, in company, still my care hath been +To have her match’d, and having now provided +A gentleman of noble parentage, +Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly allied, +Stuff’d, as they say, with honourable parts, +Proportion’d 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, and 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. +And you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend; +And 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. + + [_Exit._] + +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. + +LADY CAPULET. +Talk not to me, for I’ll not speak a word. +Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. + + [_Exit._] + +JULIET. +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 practise stratagems +Upon so soft a subject as myself. +What say’st 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, +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. +Speakest thou from thy heart? + +NURSE. +And from my soul too, +Or else beshrew them both. + +JULIET. +Amen. + +NURSE. +What? + +JULIET. +Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. +Go in, and tell my lady I am gone, +Having displeas’d my father, to Lawrence’ cell, +To make confession and to be absolv’d. + +NURSE. +Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. + + [_Exit._] + +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 prais’d him with above compare +So many thousand times? Go, counsellor. +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. + + [_Exit._] + + + + +ACT IV + +SCENE I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. + + + Enter Friar Lawrence and 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. + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. +You say you do not know the lady’s mind. +Uneven is the course; I like it not. + +PARIS. +Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death, +And therefore have I little talk’d 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 slow’d.— +Look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell. + + Enter Juliet. + +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 ye, 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. + +PARIS. +Poor soul, thy face is much abus’d with tears. + +JULIET. +The tears have got small victory by that; +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. + +PARIS. +Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander’d it. + +JULIET. +It may be so, for it is not mine own. +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. + +PARIS. +God shield I should disturb devotion!— +Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye, +Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss. + + [_Exit._] + +JULIET. +O shut the door, and when thou hast done so, +Come weep with me, past hope, past cure, 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. + +JULIET. +Tell me not, Friar, that thou hear’st 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 join’d my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands; +And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo’s seal’d, +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-experienc’d time, +Give me some present counsel, or behold +’Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife +Shall play the empire, arbitrating that +Which the commission of thy years and art +Could to no issue of true honour bring. +Be not so long to speak. I long to die, +If what thou speak’st speak not of remedy. + +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 dar’st, I’ll give thee remedy. + +JULIET. +O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, +From off the battlements of yonder 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’er-cover’d 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 unstain’d 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 thy Nurse lie with thee in thy chamber. +Take thou this vial, being then in bed, +And this distilled liquor drink thou off, +When presently through all thy veins shall run +A cold and drowsy humour; for no pulse +Shall keep his native progress, but surcease. +No warmth, no breath shall testify thou livest, +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 depriv’d of supple government, +Shall stiff and stark and cold appear like death. +And in this borrow’d 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, uncover’d, 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 valour in the acting it. + +JULIET. +Give me, give me! O tell not me of fear! + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. +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. + +JULIET. +Love give me strength, and strength shall help afford. +Farewell, dear father. + + [_Exeunt._] + +SCENE II. Hall in Capulet’s House. + + Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse and Servants. + +CAPULET. +So many guests invite as here are writ. + + [_Exit first Servant._] + +Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. + +SECOND SERVANT. +You shall have none ill, sir; for I’ll try if they can lick their +fingers. + +CAPULET. +How canst thou try them so? + +SECOND SERVANT. +Marry, sir, ’tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers; +therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me. + +CAPULET. +Go, begone. + + [_Exit second Servant._] + +We shall be much unfurnish’d 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-will’d 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? + +JULIET. +Where I have learnt me to repent the sin +Of disobedient opposition +To you and your behests; and am enjoin’d +By holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here, +To beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you. +Henceforward I am ever rul’d by you. + +CAPULET. +Send for the County, go tell him of this. +I’ll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning. + +JULIET. +I met the youthful lord at Lawrence’ cell, +And gave him what becomed 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. +Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, +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. + + [_Exeunt Juliet and Nurse._] + +LADY CAPULET. +We shall be short in our provision, +’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 him up +Against tomorrow. My heart is wondrous light +Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim’d. + + [_Exeunt._] + +SCENE III. Juliet’s Chamber. + + 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 know’st, 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 cull’d such necessaries +As are behoveful 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. + + [_Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse._] + +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. + + [_Laying down her dagger._] + +What if it be a poison, which the Friar +Subtly hath minister’d to have me dead, +Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour’d, +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 pack’d, +Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, +Lies festering 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, +Environed 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 desperate 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. + + [_Throws herself on the bed._] + +SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet’s House. + + 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 Capulet. + +CAPULET. +Come, stir, stir, stir! The second cock hath crow’d, +The curfew bell hath rung, ’tis three o’clock. +Look to the bak’d 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. + +CAPULET. +No, not a whit. What! I have watch’d ere now +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. + + [_Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse._] + +CAPULET. +A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood! + + Enter Servants, with spits, logs and baskets. + +Now, fellow, what’s there? + +FIRST SERVANT. +Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what. + +CAPULET. +Make haste, make haste. + + [_Exit First Servant._] + +—Sirrah, fetch drier logs. +Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. + +SECOND SERVANT. +I have a head, sir, that will find out logs +And never trouble Peter for the matter. + + [_Exit._] + +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. + + [_Play music._] + +Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, Nurse, I say! + + Re-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. + + [_Exeunt._] + +SCENE V. Juliet’s Chamber; Juliet on the bed. + + Enter Nurse. + +NURSE. +Mistress! What, mistress! Juliet! Fast, I warrant her, she. +Why, lamb, why, lady, fie, you slug-abed! +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, +He’ll fright you up, i’faith. Will it not be? +What, dress’d, and in your clothes, and down again? +I must needs wake you. Lady! Lady! Lady! +Alas, alas! Help, help! My lady’s dead! +O, well-a-day 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. + + Enter Capulet. + +CAPULET. +For shame, bring Juliet forth, her lord is come. + +NURSE. +She’s dead, deceas’d, 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. + +NURSE. +O lamentable day! + +LADY CAPULET. +O woful time! + +CAPULET. +Death, that hath ta’en her hence to make me wail, +Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak. + + Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris with 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 bride. There she lies, +Flower as she was, deflowered 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? + +LADY CAPULET. +Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful day. +Most miserable hour that e’er time saw +In lasting labour of his pilgrimage. +But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, +But one thing to rejoice and solace in, +And cruel death hath catch’d 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. + +PARIS. +Beguil’d, divorced, wronged, spited, slain. +Most detestable death, by thee beguil’d, +By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown. +O love! O life! Not life, but love in death! + +CAPULET. +Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr’d, kill’d. +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 buried. + +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 advanc’d, +And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc’d +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 ordained 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; +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 lower upon you for some ill; +Move them no more by crossing their high will. + + [_Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris and Friar._] + +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. + +FIRST MUSICIAN. +Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. + + [_Exit Nurse._] + + Enter Peter. + +PETER. +Musicians, O, musicians, ‘Heart’s ease,’ ‘Heart’s ease’, O, and 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. + +FIRST MUSICIAN. +Not a dump we, ’tis no time to play 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. + +FIRST MUSICIAN. +Then will I give you the serving-creature. + +PETER. +Then will I lay the serving-creature’s dagger on your pate. I will +carry no crotchets. I’ll re you, I’ll fa you. Do you note me? + +FIRST MUSICIAN. +And you re us and fa us, you note us. + +SECOND MUSICIAN. +Pray you put up your dagger, and 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. + ‘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. + +PETER. +Prates. What say you, Hugh Rebeck? + +SECOND MUSICIAN. +I say ‘silver sound’ because musicians 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. + ‘Then music with her silver sound + With speedy help doth lend redress.’ + + [_Exit._] + +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. + + [_Exeunt._] + + + + +ACT V + +SCENE I. Mantua. A Street. + + + Enter Romeo. + +ROMEO. +If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, +My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. +My bosom’s lord sits lightly in his throne; +And all this day an unaccustom’d 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 breath’d such life with kisses in my lips, +That I reviv’d, and was an emperor. +Ah me, how sweet is love itself possess’d, +When but love’s shadows are so rich in joy. + + Enter Balthasar. + +News from Verona! How now, Balthasar? +Dost thou not bring me letters from the Friar? +How doth my lady? Is my father well? +How fares 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 Capel’s monument, +And her immortal part with angels lives. +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 even so? Then I defy you, stars! +Thou know’st 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. + +ROMEO. +Tush, thou art deceiv’d. +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. + + [_Exit Balthasar._] + +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 tatter’d weeds, with overwhelming brows, +Culling of simples, meagre were his looks, +Sharp misery had worn him to the bones; +And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, +An alligator stuff’d, 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 scatter’d, to make up a show. +Noting this penury, to myself I said, +And 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 discharg’d of breath +As violently as hasty powder fir’d +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. + +ROMEO. +Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness, +And fear’st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks, +Need and oppression starveth in thine 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. + +APOTHECARY. +Put this in any liquid thing you will +And drink it off; and, if you had the strength +Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight. + +ROMEO. +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. + + [_Exeunt._] + +SCENE II. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. + + 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. + +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, +Seal’d up the doors, and would not let us forth, +So that my speed to Mantua there was stay’d. + +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. + +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. + +FRIAR JOHN. +Brother, I’ll go and bring it thee. + + [_Exit._] + +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, clos’d in a dead man’s tomb. + + [_Exit._] + +SCENE III. A churchyard; in it a Monument belonging to the Capulets. + + Enter Paris, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch. + +PARIS. +Give me thy torch, boy. Hence and stand aloof. +Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. +Under yond yew tree 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, +But thou shalt hear it. Whistle then to me, +As signal that thou hear’st 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. + + [_Retires._] + +PARIS. +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 distill’d by moans. +The obsequies that I for thee will keep, +Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. + + [_The Page whistles._] + +The boy gives warning something doth approach. +What cursed foot wanders this way tonight, +To cross my obsequies and true love’s rite? +What, with a torch! Muffle me, night, awhile. + + [_Retires._] + + Enter Romeo and Balthasar with a torch, mattock, &c. + +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 hear’st 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, be gone. +But if thou jealous dost return to pry +In what I further shall intend to do, +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. + +BALTHASAR. +For all this same, I’ll hide me hereabout. +His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. + + [_Retires_] + +ROMEO. +Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, +Gorg’d with the dearest morsel of the earth, +Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, + + [_Breaking open the door of the monument._] + +And in despite, I’ll cram thee with more food. + +PARIS. +This is that banish’d haughty Montague +That murder’d my love’s cousin,—with which grief, +It is supposed, the fair creature died,— +And here is come to do some villainous shame +To the dead bodies. I will apprehend him. + + [_Advances._] + +Stop thy unhallow’d toil, vile Montague. +Can vengeance be pursu’d further than death? +Condemned 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 desperate man. +Fly hence and leave me. Think upon these gone; +Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth, +Put not another sin upon my head +By urging me to fury. O be gone. +By heaven I love thee better than myself; +For I come hither arm’d against myself. +Stay not, be gone, live, and hereafter say, +A madman’s mercy bid thee run away. + +PARIS. +I do defy thy conjuration, +And apprehend thee for a felon here. + +ROMEO. +Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy! + + [_They fight._] + +PAGE. +O lord, they fight! I will go call the watch. + + [_Exit._] + +PARIS. +O, I am slain! [_Falls._] If thou be merciful, +Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. + + [_Dies._] + +ROMEO. +In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face. +Mercutio’s kinsman, noble County Paris! +What said my man, when my betossed 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, slaught’red 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 interr’d. + + [_Laying Paris in the monument._] + +How oft when men are at the point of death +Have they been merry! Which their keepers call +A lightning before death. O, how may I +Call this a lightning? O my love, my wife, +Death that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath, +Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. +Thou art not conquer’d. Beauty’s ensign yet +Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, +And death’s pale flag is not advanced there. +Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? +O, what more favour 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 abhorred 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, unsavoury guide. +Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on +The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark. +Here’s to my love! [_Drinks._] O true apothecary! +Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. + + [_Dies._] + + Enter, at the other end of the Churchyard, Friar Lawrence, with a + lantern, crow, and spade. + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. +Saint Francis be my speed. How oft tonight +Have my old feet stumbled at graves? Who’s there? +Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead? + +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. + +BALTHASAR. +It doth so, holy sir, and there’s my master, +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. + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. +Stay then, I’ll go alone. Fear comes upon me. +O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing. + +BALTHASAR. +As I did sleep under this yew tree here, +I dreamt my master and another fought, +And that my master slew him. + +FRIAR LAWRENCE. +Romeo! [_Advances._] +Alack, alack, what blood is this which stains +The stony entrance of this sepulchre? +What mean these masterless and gory swords +To lie discolour’d by this place of peace? + + [_Enters the monument._] + +Romeo! O, pale! Who else? What, Paris too? +And steep’d in blood? Ah what an unkind hour +Is guilty of this lamentable chance? +The lady stirs. + + [_Juliet wakes and 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? + + [_Noise within._] + +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. + +JULIET. +Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. + + [_Exit Friar Lawrence._] + +What’s here? A cup clos’d in my true love’s hand? +Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end. +O churl. Drink 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. + + [_Kisses him._] + +Thy lips are warm! + +FIRST WATCH. +[_Within._] Lead, boy. Which way? + +JULIET. +Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger. + + [_Snatching Romeo’s dagger._] + +This is thy sheath. [_stabs herself_] There rest, and let me die. + + [_Falls on Romeo’s body and dies._] + + Enter Watch with the Page of Paris. + +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. + + [_Exeunt some of the Watch._] + +Pitiful sight! Here lies the County slain, +And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead, +Who here hath lain this two days buried. +Go tell the Prince; run to the Capulets. +Raise up the Montagues, some others search. + + [_Exeunt others of the Watch._] + +We see the ground whereon these woes do lie, +But the true ground of all these piteous woes +We cannot without circumstance descry. + + Re-enter some of the Watch with Balthasar. + +SECOND WATCH. +Here’s Romeo’s man. We found him in the churchyard. + +FIRST WATCH. +Hold him in safety till the Prince come hither. + + Re-enter others of the Watch with Friar Lawrence. + +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 side. + +FIRST WATCH. +A great suspicion. Stay the Friar too. + + Enter the Prince and Attendants. + +PRINCE. +What misadventure is so early up, +That calls our person from our morning’s rest? + + Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet and others. + +CAPULET. +What should it be that they so shriek 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. + +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 kill’d. + +PRINCE. +Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. + +FIRST WATCH. +Here is a Friar, and slaughter’d Romeo’s man, +With instruments upon them fit to open +These dead men’s tombs. + +CAPULET. +O heaven! 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-sheathed in my daughter’s bosom. + +LADY CAPULET. +O me! This sight of death is as a bell +That warns my old age to a sepulchre. + + Enter Montague and others. + +PRINCE. +Come, Montague, for thou art early up, +To see thy son and heir more early down. + +MONTAGUE. +Alas, my liege, my wife is dead tonight. +Grief of my son’s exile hath stopp’d her breath. +What further woe conspires against mine age? + +PRINCE. +Look, and thou shalt see. + +MONTAGUE. +O thou untaught! What manners is in this, +To press before thy father to a grave? + +PRINCE. +Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, +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 condemned and myself excus’d. + +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 +Banish’d the new-made bridegroom from this city; +For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin’d. +You, to remove that siege of grief from her, +Betroth’d, and would have married her perforce +To County Paris. Then comes she to me, +And with wild looks, bid me devise some means +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 borrow’d grave, +Being the time the potion’s force should cease. +But he which bore my letter, Friar John, +Was stay’d by accident; and yesternight +Return’d my letter back. Then all alone +At the prefixed 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 awaking, 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 ought in this +Miscarried by my fault, let my old life +Be sacrific’d, some hour before his time, +Unto the rigour of severest law. + +PRINCE. +We still have known thee for a holy man. +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. +This letter he early bid me give his father, +And threaten’d 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 rais’d 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. + +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 punish’d. + +CAPULET. +O brother Montague, give me thy hand. +This is my daughter’s jointure, for no more +Can I demand. + +MONTAGUE. +But I can give thee more, +For I will raise 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. + +CAPULET. +As rich shall Romeo’s by his lady’s lie, +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 pardon’d, and some punished, +For never was a story of more woe +Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. + + [_Exeunt._] + + + + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ROMEO AND JULIET *** + + + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one—the old editions will +be renamed. + +Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright +law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, +so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United +States without permission and without paying copyright +royalties. 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garden + +scene iii friar lawrence’s cell + +scene iv street + +scene v capulet’s garden + +scene vi friar lawrence’s cell + + + +act iii + +scene public place + +scene ii room capulet’s house + +scene iii friar lawrence’s cell + +scene iv room capulet’s house + +scene v open gallery juliet’s chamber overlooking the garden + + + +act iv + +scene friar lawrence’s cell + +scene ii hall capulet’s house + +scene iii juliet’s chamber + +scene iv hall capulet’s house + +scene v juliet’s chamber juliet the bed + + + +act v + +scene mantua street + +scene ii friar lawrence’s cell + +scene iii churchyard monument belonging the capulets + + + + + + + + + +dramatis personæ + + + +escalus prince verona + +mercutio kinsman the prince and friend romeo + +paris recent nobleman kinsman the prince + +page paris + + + +montague head veronese family feud the capulets + +lady montague wife montague + +romeo son montague + +benvolio nephew montague and friend romeo + +abram servant montague + +balthasar servant romeo + + + +capulet head veronese family feud the montagues + +lady capulet wife capulet + +juliet daughter capulet + +tybalt nephew lady capulet + +capulet’s cousin old man + +nurse juliet + +peter servant juliet’s nurse + +sampson servant capulet + +gregory servant capulet + +servants + + + +friar lawrence franciscan + +friar john the same order + +apothecary + +chorus + +three musicians + +officer + +citizens verona several men and women relations both houses + +maskers guards watchmen and attendants + + + +scene during the greater part the play verona once the + +fifth act mantua + + + + + + + + + +the prologue + + + + + +enter chorus + + + +chorus + +two households both alike dignity + +fair verona where lay our scene + +ancient grudge break new mutiny + +where civil blood makes civil hands unclean + +forth the fatal loins these two foes + +pair starcross’d lovers enthrall their life + +whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows + +does their death bury their parents’ strife + +the fearful passage their deathmark’d love + +and the continuance their parents’ rage + +which their children’s end nought could remove + +now the two hours’ traffic our stage + +the which if patient ears attend + +here shall miss our toil shall strive mend + + + +exit + + + + + + + + + +act + + + +scene public place + + + + + +enter sampson and gregory armed swords and bucklers + + + +sampson + +gregory my word we’ll carry coals + + + +gregory + +no then should colliers + + + +sampson + +mean if choler we’ll near + + + +gregory + +ay while live near your neck out o’ the collar + + + +sampson + +strike quickly being moved + + + +gregory + +you are quickly moved strike + + + +sampson + +dog the house montague moves me + + + +gregory + +move stir and valiant stand therefore if you + +are moved you runn’st away + + + +sampson + +dog house shall move me stand + +will enthrall the wall any man maid montague’s + + + +gregory + +shows you weak slave the weakest goes the wall + + + +sampson + +true and therefore women being the weaker vessels are ever thrust + +the wall therefore will push montague’s men the wall and + +thrust maids the wall + + + +gregory + +the quarrel between our masters and us their men + + + +sampson + +it is will show myself tyrant when fought the + +men will civil the maids will cut off their heads + + + +gregory + +the heads the maids + + + +sampson + +ay the heads the maids their maidenheads enthrall sense + +you will + + + +gregory + +must enthrall sense feel + + + +sampson + +me shall feel while am able stand and it is known am + +pretty piece flesh + + + +gregory + +it is well you are fish if you hadst you hadst been poor john + +near your tool here comes the house montagues + + + +enter abram and balthasar + + + +sampson + +my naked weapon out quarrel will back you + + + +gregory + +how turn your back and run + + + +sampson + +frighten me + + + +gregory + +no indeed frighten you + + + +sampson + +let us enthrall the law our sides let them begin + + + +gregory + +will frown pass and let them enthrall list + + + +sampson + +no dare will bite my thumb them which disgrace + +them if bear + + + +abram + +do bite your thumb us sir + + + +sampson + +do bite my thumb sir + + + +abram + +do bite your thumb us sir + + + +sampson + +the law our side if say ay + + + +gregory + +no + + + +sampson + +no sir do bite my thumb sir bite my thumb sir + + + +gregory + +do quarrel sir + + + +abram + +quarrel sir no sir + + + +sampson + +if do sir am serve good man + + + +abram + +no better + + + +sampson + +well sir + + + +enter benvolio + + + +gregory + +say better here comes my master’s kinsmen + + + +sampson + +yes better sir + + + +abram + +lie + + + +sampson + +near if men gregory remember your washing blow + + + +fight + + + +benvolio + +part fools put up your swords know do + + + +beats down their swords + + + +enter tybalt + + + +tybalt + +are you drawn among these heartless hinds + +turn you benvolio look upon your death + + + +benvolio + +do keep the peace put up your sword + +manage part these men me + + + +tybalt + +drawn and talk peace hate the word + +hate hell montagues and you + +you coward + + + +fight + + + +enter three four citizens clubs + + + +first citizen + +clubs bills and partisans strike beat them down + +down the capulets down the montagues + + + +enter capulet gown and lady capulet + + + +capulet + +noise give me my long sword ho + + + +lady capulet + +crutch crutch why call sword + + + +capulet + +my sword say old montague come + +and flourishes blade spite me + + + +enter montague and lady montague + + + +montague + +you villain capulet hold me let me go + + + +lady montague + +you shall stir foot seek foe + + + +enter prince escalus attendants + + + +prince + +rebellious subjects enemies peace + +profaners neighbourstained steel— + +will hear ho men beasts + +quench the fire your pernicious rage + +purple fountains issuing your veins + +pain torture those bloody hands + +throw your mistemper’d weapons the ground + +and hear the sentence your moved prince + +three civil brawls bred airy word + +you old capulet and montague + +thrice disturb’d the quiet our streets + +and made verona’s ancient citizens + +cast their bury beseeming ornaments + +wield old partisans hands old + +canker’d peace part your canker’d hate + +if ever disturb our streets again + +your lives shall pay the forfeit the peace + +time the rest depart away + +capulet shall go along me + +and montague come afternoon + +know our farther pleasure case + +old freetown our common judgementplace + +once more pain death men depart + + + +exeunt prince and attendants capulet lady capulet tybalt + +citizens and servants + + + +montague + +who set ancient quarrel new abroach + +speak nephew when began + + + +benvolio + +here the servants your adversary + +and yours close fighting before did approach + +drew part them the instant came + +the fiery tybalt sword prepar’d + +which breath’d defiance my ears + +swung about head and cut the winds + +who nothing hurt withal hiss’d him scorn + +while interchanging thrusts and blows + +came more and more and fought part and part + +till the prince came who parted either part + + + +lady montague + +o where romeo saw him today + +right glad am fray + + + +benvolio + +madam hour before the worshipp’d sun + +peer’d forth the golden window the east + +troubled mind drave me walk abroad + +where underneath the grove sycamore + +westward rooteth city side + +so early walking did see your son + +towards him made ware me + +and stole into the covert the wood + +measuring affections my own + +which then most sought where most might found + +being too many my weary self + +pursu’d my humour pursuing + +and gladly shunn’d who gladly fled me + + + +montague + +many morning has there been seen + +tears augmenting the fresh morning’s dew + +adding clouds more clouds deep sighs + +so soon the allcheering sun + +should the farthest east begin near + +the shady curtains aurora’s bed + +away light steals home my sad son + +and private chamber pens himself + +shuts up windows locks fair daylight out + +and makes himself artificial night + +black and portentous must humour prove + +unless good counsel may the cause remove + + + +benvolio + +my noble uncle do know the cause + + + +montague + +neither know nor learn him + + + +benvolio + +importun’d him any means + + + +montague + +both myself and many other friends + +own affections’ counsellor + +himself—i will say how true— + +himself so secret and so close + +so far sounding and discovery + +the bud bit envious worm + +before spread sweet leaves the air + +dedicate beauty the sun + +could learn from where sorrows grow + +would willingly give cure know + + + +enter romeo + + + +benvolio + +see where comes so please step aside + +i’ll know grievance much denied + + + +montague + +would you were so happy your stay + +hear true admit come madam let’s away + + + +exeunt montague and lady montague + + + +benvolio + +good morrow cousin + + + +romeo + +the day so recent + + + +benvolio + +new struck nine + + + +romeo + +ay me sad hours seem long + +my father went from here so fast + + + +benvolio + +sadness lengthens romeo’s hours + + + +romeo + +having which having makes them short + + + +benvolio + +love + + + +romeo + +out + + + +benvolio + +love + + + +romeo + +out favour where am love + + + +benvolio + +alas love so gentle view + +should so tyrannous and rough proof + + + +romeo + +alas love whose view muffled always + +should without eyes see pathways will + +where shall dine o me fray here + +yet tell me heard + +here’s much do hate more love + +why then o brawling love o loving hate + +o anything nothing first create + +o sad lightness serious vanity + +misshapen chaos wellseeming forms + +feather lead bright smoke cold fire sick health + +stillwaking sleep + +love feel feel no love + +do you laugh + + + +benvolio + +no coz rather weep + + + +romeo + +good heart + + + +benvolio + +your good heart’s oppression + + + +romeo + +why such love’s transgression + +griefs mine own lie sad my breast + +which you will propagate prest + +more yours love you have shown + +does add more grief too much mine own + +love smoke made the fume sighs + +being purg’d fire sparkling lovers’ eyes + +being vex’d sea nourish’d lovers’ tears + +else madness most discreet + +choking gall and preserving sweet + +farewell my coz + + + +going + + + +benvolio + +soft will go along + +and if leave me so do me wrong + + + +romeo + +tut lost myself am here + +romeo he’s some other where + + + +benvolio + +tell me sadness who love + + + +romeo + +shall groan and tell you + + + +benvolio + +groan why no sadly tell me who + + + +romeo + +bid sick man sadness make will + +word ill urg’d so ill + +sadness cousin do love woman + + + +benvolio + +aim’d so near when suppos’d lov’d + + + +romeo + +right good markman and she’s fair love + + + +benvolio + +right fair mark fair coz soonest hit + + + +romeo + +well hit miss she’ll hit + +cupid’s arrow she has dian’s wit + +and strong proof chastity well arm’d + +love’s weak childish bow she lives uncharm’d + +she will stay the siege loving terms + +nor bide th’encounter assailing eyes + +nor ope lap saintseducing gold + +o she’s rich beauty only poor + +when she dies beauty dies store + + + +benvolio + +then she has sworn she will always live chaste + + + +romeo + +she has and sparing makes huge waste + +beauty starv’d severity + +cuts beauty off posterity + +she too fair too wise wisely too fair + +merit bliss making me despair + +she has forsworn love and vow + +do live dead live tell now + + + +benvolio + +rul’d me forget think + + + +romeo + +o teach me how should forget think + + + +benvolio + +giving liberty unto yours eyes + +examine other beauties + + + +romeo + +it is the way + +call hers exquisite question more + +these happy masks kiss fair ladies’ brows + +being black puts us mind hide the fair + +strucken blind cannot forget + +the precious treasure eyesight lost + +show me mistress passing fair + +does beauty serve list + +where may read who pass’d passing fair + +farewell you can teach me forget + + + +benvolio + +i’ll pay doctrine else die debt + + + +exeunt + + + +scene ii street + + + +enter capulet paris and servant + + + +capulet + +montague bound well + +penalty alike and it is hard think + +men so old keep the peace + + + +paris + +honourable reckoning are both + +and pity it is liv’d odds so long + +now my lord say my suit + + + +capulet + +saying over said before + +my child yet stranger the world + +she has seen the change fourteen years + +let two more summers wither their pride + +before may think ripe bride + + + +paris + +younger than she are happy mothers made + + + +capulet + +and too soon marr’d are those so early made + +the earth has swallowed my hopes she + +she the hopeful lady my earth + +woo gentle paris get heart + +my will consent part + +and she agree within scope choice + +lies my consent and fair according voice + +night hold old accustom’d feast + +whereto invited many guest + +such love and among the store + +more most welcome makes my number more + +my poor house look behold night + +earthtreading stars make dark heaven light + +such comfort do lusty recent men feel + +when well apparell’d april the heel + +limping winter treads even such delight + +among fresh female buds shall night + +given my house hear see + +and like most whose merit most shall + +which more view many mine being + +may stand number though reckoning none + +come go me go sirrah trudge about + +through fair verona find those persons out + +whose names are written there gives paper and them say + +my house and welcome their pleasure stay + + + +exeunt capulet and paris + + + +servant + +find them out whose names are written here written the + +shoemaker should meddle yard and the tailor last the + +fisher pencil and the painter nets am sent + +find those persons whose names are here writ and never find + +names the writing person has here writ must the learned good + +time + + + +enter benvolio and romeo + + + +benvolio + +tut man fire burns out another’s burning + +pain lessen’d another’s anguish + +turn giddy and holp backward turning + +desperate grief cures another’s languish + +enthrall you some new infection your eye + +and the rank poison the old will die + + + +romeo + +your plantain leaf excellent + + + +benvolio + +pray you + + + +romeo + +your broken shin + + + +benvolio + +why romeo are you crazy + + + +romeo + +crazy bound more than madman + +shut up prison kept without my food + +whipp’d and tormented and—godden good fellow + + + +servant + +god gi’ goden pray sir read + + + +romeo + +ay mine own fortune my misery + + + +servant + +perhaps learned without book + +pray read anything see + + + +romeo + +ay if know the letters and the language + + + +servant + +you say honestly rest merry + + + +romeo + +stay fellow read + + + +reads the letter + + + +signior martino and wife and daughters + +county anselmo and beauteous sisters + +the lady widow utruvio + +signior placentio and lovely nieces + +mercutio and brother valentine + +mine uncle capulet wife and daughters + +my fair niece rosaline and livia + +signior valentio and cousin tybalt + +lucio and the lively helena + + + + + +fair assembly gives back the paper where (to) should come + + + +servant + +up + + + +romeo + +where (to) supper + + + +servant + +our house + + + +romeo + +whose house + + + +servant + +my master’s + + + +romeo + +indeed should ask’d before + + + +servant + +now i’ll tell without asking my master the great rich capulet + +and if the house montagues pray come and crush + +cup wine rest merry + + + +exit + + + +benvolio + +same ancient feast capulet’s + +sups the fair rosaline whom you so lov’st + +the admired beauties verona + +go to there and unattainted eye + +compare face some shall show + +and will make you think your swan crow + + + +romeo + +when the devout religion mine eye + +maintains such falsehood then turn tears fire + +and these who often drown’d could never die + +transparent heretics burnt liars + +fairer than my love the allseeing sun + +ne’er saw match since first the world begun + + + +benvolio + +tut saw fair none else being + +herself pois’d herself either eye + +crystal scales let there weigh’d + +your lady’s love against some other maid + +will show shining feast + +and she shall scant show well now shows best + + + +romeo + +i’ll go along no such sight shown + +rejoice splendour my own + + + +exeunt + + + +scene iii room capulet’s house + + + +enter lady capulet and nurse + + + +lady capulet + +nurse where’s my daughter call forth me + + + +nurse + +now my maidenhead twelve year old + +bade come lamb ladybird + +god forbid where’s girl juliet + + + +enter juliet + + + +juliet + +how now who calls + + + +nurse + +your mother + + + +juliet + +madam am here your will + + + +lady capulet + +the 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+through lovers’ brains and then dream love + +over courtiers’ knees dream curtsies straight + +over lawyers’ fingers who straight dream fees + +over ladies’ lips who straight kisses dream + +which often the angry mab blisters plagues + +because their breaths sweetmeats tainted are + +sometime she gallops over courtier’s nose + +and then dreams smelling out suit + +and sometime comes she tithepig’s tail + +tickling parson’s nose lies asleep + +then dreams another benefice + +sometime she driveth over soldier’s neck + +and then dreams cutting foreign throats + +breaches ambuscados spanish blades + +healths five fathom deep and then soon + +drums ear which starts and wakes + +and being thus frighted swears prayer two + +and sleeps again very mab + +plats the manes horses the night + +and bakes the elflocks foul sluttish hairs + +which once untangled much misfortune bodes + +the hag when maids lie their backs + +presses them and learns them first bear + +making them women good carriage + 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hall give room and foot girls + + + +music plays and dance + + + +more light knaves and turn the tables up + +and quench the fire the room grown too hot + +ah sirrah unlook’dfor sport comes well + +no sit no sit good cousin capulet + +and are past our dancing days + +how long is’t now since last yourself and + +mask + + + +capulet’s cousin + +by’r lady thirty years + + + +capulet + +man it is so much it is so much + +it is since the nuptial lucentio + +come pentecost quickly will + +some five and twenty years and then mask’d + + + +capulet’s cousin + +it is more it is more son elder sir + +son thirty + + + +capulet + +will tell me + +son ward two years ago + + + +romeo + +lady which does enrich the hand + +over there knight + + + +servant + +know sir + + + +romeo + +o she does teach the torches burn bright + +seems she hangs upon the cheek night + +rich jewel ethiop’s ear + +beauty too rich use earth too dear + +so shows snowy dove trooping crows + +over there lady over fellows shows + +the measure done i’ll watch place stand + +and touching hers make blessed my rude hand + +did my heart love till now forswear sight + +ne’er saw true beauty till night + + + +tybalt + +voice should montague + +fetch me my rapier boy dares the slave + +come to here cover’d antic face + +fleer and scorn our solemnity + +now the stock and honour my kin + +strike him dead hold sin + + + +capulet + +why how now kinsman + +why storm so + + + +tybalt + +uncle montague our foe + +villain to here come spite + +scorn our solemnity night + + + +capulet + +recent romeo + + + +tybalt + +it is villain romeo + + + +capulet + +content you gentle coz let him alone + +bears him like portly gentleman + +and say truth verona brags him + +virtuous and wellgovern’d youth + +would the wealth the town + +here my house do him disparagement + +therefore patient enthrall no list him + +my will the which if you forethought + +show fair presence and put off these frowns + +illbeseeming semblance feast + + + 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+do you love me know you will say ay + +and will enthrall your word yet if you swear’st + +you may prove false lovers’ perjuries + +say jove laughs o gentle romeo + +if you do love pronounce faithfully + +if you think am too quickly won + +i’ll frown and perverse and say you no + +so you will woo else the world + +truth fair montague am too fond + +and therefore you may think my ’haviour light + +trust me gentleman i’ll prove more true + +than those more clever strange + +should been more strange must confess + +you overheard’st before ’ware + +my truelove passion therefore pardon me + +and impute yielding light love + +which the dark night has so discovered + + + +romeo + +lady over there blessed moon vow + +tips silver these fruittree tops— + + + +juliet + +o swear the moon th’inconstant moon + +monthly changes circled orb + +lest your love prove likewise variable + + + +romeo + +shall swear + + + +juliet + +do swear + +if you will swear your gracious self + +which the god my 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+stay little will come again + + + +exit + + + +romeo + +o blessed blessed night am afeard + +being night dream + +too flattering sweet substantial + + + +enter juliet above + + + +juliet + +three words dear romeo and good night indeed + +if your bent love honourable + +your purpose marriage send me word tomorrow + +i’ll procure come you + +where and time you will perform the rite + +and my fortunes your foot i’ll lay + +and follow you my lord throughout the world + + + +nurse + +within madam + + + +juliet + +come anon— if you meanest well + +do beseech thee— + + + +nurse + +within madam + + + +juliet + +and come— + +cease your strife and leave me my grief + +tomorrow will send + + + +romeo + +so thrive my soul— + + + +juliet + +thousand times good night + + + +exit + + + +romeo + +thousand times the worse lack your light + +love goes toward love schoolboys their books + +love love towards school sad looks + + + +retiring slowly + + + +reenter juliet above + + + +juliet + +hist romeo 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+none some and yet different + +o mickle the powerful grace lies + +plants herbs stones and their true qualities + +nothing so disgusting the earth does live + +the earth some special good does give + +nor aught so good strain’d fair use + +revolts true birth stumbling abuse + +virtue itself turns vice being misapplied + +and vice sometime’s action dignified + + + +enter romeo + + + +within the infant rind weak flower + +poison has residence and medicine power + +being smelt part cheers each part + +being tasted slays senses the heart + +two such opposed kings encamp them always + +man well herbs—grace and rude will + +and where the worser predominant + +full soon the canker death eats up plant + + + +romeo + +good morrow father + + + +friar lawrence + +benedicite + +early tongue so sweet saluteth me + +recent son argues distemper’d head + +so soon bid good morrow your bed + +care keeps watch every old man’s eye + +and where care lodges sleep will never lie + +where unbruised youth unstuff’d brain + +does sleep limbs there golden sleep does reign + +therefore your earliness does me assure + +you are uprous’d some distemperature + +if so then here hit right + +our romeo has been bed tonight + + + +romeo + +last true the sweeter rest mine + + + +friar lawrence + +god pardon sin were you rosaline + + + +romeo + +rosaline my ghostly father no + +forgot name and name’s woe + + + +friar lawrence + +that’s my good son where have you been then + + + +romeo + +i’ll tell you before you ask me again + +been feasting mine enemy + +where sudden has wounded me + +that’s me wounded both our remedies + +within your help and holy physic lies + +bear no hatred blessed man lo + +my intercession likewise steads my foe + + + +friar lawrence + +plain good son and homely your drift + +riddling confession finds riddling admit + + + +romeo + +then plainly know my heart’s dear love set + +the fair daughter rich capulet + +mine hers so hers set mine + +and combin’d save you must combine + +holy marriage when and where and how + +met woo’d and made exchange vow + +i’ll tell you pass pray + +you consent indeed us today + + + +friar lawrence + +holy saint francis change here + +rosaline you didst love so dear + +so soon forsaken recent men’s love then lies + +truly their hearts their eyes + +jesu maria deal brine + +has wash’d your sallow cheeks rosaline + +how much salt water thrown away waste + +season love does taste + +the sun yet your sighs heaven clears + +your old groans yet ring mine ancient ears + +lo here upon your cheek the stain does sit + +old tear wash’d off yet + +if before you were thyself and these woes yours + +you and these woes rosaline + +and are you chang’d pronounce sentence then + +women may fall when there’s no strength men + + + +romeo + +you chidd’st me often loving rosaline + + + +friar lawrence + +doting loving pupil mine + + + +romeo + +and bad’st me bury love + + + +friar lawrence + +bury + +lay another out + + + +romeo + +pray you chide me love now + +does grace grace and love love allow + +the other did so + + + +friar lawrence + +o she knew well + +your love did read rote could spell + +come recent waverer come go me + +forethought i’ll your assistant + +alliance may so happy prove + +turn your households’ rancour pure love + + + +romeo + +o let us from here stand sudden haste + + + +friar lawrence + +wisely and slow stumble run fast + + + +exeunt + + + +scene iv street + + + +enter benvolio and mercutio + + + +mercutio + +where the devil should romeo came home tonight + + + +benvolio + +father’s spoke man + + + +mercutio + +why same pale hardhearted wench rosaline torments him so + +will sure run crazy + + + +benvolio + +tybalt the kinsman old capulet has sent letter father’s + +house + + + +mercutio + +challenge my life + + + +benvolio + +romeo will answer + + + +mercutio + +any man write may answer letter + + + +benvolio + +no will answer the letter’s master how dares being dared + + + +mercutio + +alas poor romeo already dead stabbed white wench’s black + +eye run through the ear love song the very pin heart + +cleft the blind bowboy’s buttshaft and man encounter + +tybalt + + + +benvolio + +why tybalt + + + +mercutio + +more than prince cats o he’s the courageous captain + +compliments fights sing pricksong keeps time distance + +and proportion rests minim rest two and the third + +your bosom the very butcher silk button duellist duellist + +gentleman the very first house the first and second cause ah + +the immortal passado the punto reverso the hay + + + +benvolio + +the + + + +mercutio + +the pox such antic lisping affecting phantasies these new tuners + +accent jesu very good blade very tall man very good + +whore why lamentable thing grandsire should + +thus afflicted these strange flies these fashionmongers + +these pardonme’s who stand so much the new form cannot + +sit ease the old bench o their bones their bones + + + +enter romeo + + + +benvolio + +here comes romeo here comes romeo + + + +mercutio + +without roe like dried herring o flesh flesh how are you + +fishified now the numbers petrarch flowed laura + +lady kitchen wench—marry she better love + +berhyme dido dowdy cleopatra gypsy helen and hero hildings + +and harlots thisbe grey eye so the purpose signior + +romeo bonjour there’s french salutation your french slop + +gave us the counterfeit fairly last night + + + +romeo + +good morrow both counterfeit did give + + + +mercutio + +the slip sir the slip conceive + + + +romeo + +pardon good mercutio my business great and such case + +mine man may strain courtesy + + + +mercutio + +that’s much say such case yours constrains man bow + +the hams + + + +romeo + +meaning curtsy + + + +mercutio + +you have most kindly hit + + + +romeo + +most courteous exposition + + + +mercutio + +no am the very pink courtesy + + + +romeo + +pink flower + + + +mercutio + +right + + + +romeo + +why then my pump well flowered + + + +mercutio + +sure wit follow me jest now till you have worn out your pump + +when the single sole worn the jest may remain after the + +wearing solely singular + + + +romeo + +o singlesoled jest solely singular the singleness + + + +mercutio + +come between us good benvolio my wits faint + + + +romeo + +swits and spurs swits and spurs i’ll cry match + + + +mercutio + +no if your wits run the wildgoose chase am done you have + +more the wildgoose your wits than am sure my + +whole five there the goose + + + +romeo + +you were never me anything when you were there the + +goose + + + +mercutio + +will bite you the ear jest + + + +romeo + +no good goose bite + + + +mercutio + +your wit very bitter sweeting most sharp sauce + + + +romeo + +and then well served sweet goose + + + +mercutio + +o here’s wit cheveril stretches inch narrow + +ell broad + + + +romeo + +stretch out word broad which added the goose proves + +you far and wide broad goose + + + +mercutio + +why better now than groaning love now are you + +sociable now are you romeo now are you you are are + +well nature drivelling love like great natural + +runs lolling up and down hide bauble hole + + + +benvolio + +stop there stop there + + + +mercutio + +you desirest me stop my tale against the hair + + + +benvolio + +you would else made your tale large + + + +mercutio + +o you are deceived would made short come the + +whole depth my tale and meant indeed occupy the argument no + +longer + + + +enter nurse and peter + + + +romeo + +here’s goodly gear + +sail sail + + + +mercutio + +two two shirt and smock + + + +nurse + +peter + + + +peter + +soon + + + +nurse + +my fan peter + + + +mercutio + +good peter hide face fan’s the fairer face + + + +nurse + +god you good morrow gentlemen + + + +mercutio + +god you goodden fair gentlewoman + + + +nurse + +goodden + + + +mercutio + +it is no less tell you the bawdy hand the dial now upon the + +prick noon + + + +nurse + +out upon man are + + + +romeo + +gentlewoman god has made himself mar + + + +nurse + +my troth well said himself mar quoth gentlemen + +any tell me where may find the recent romeo + + + +romeo + +tell recent romeo will older when found him + +than when sought him am the youngest name + +fault worse + + + +nurse + +say well + + + +mercutio + +yea the worst well very well took i’faith wisely wisely + + + +nurse + +if sir desire some confidence + + + +benvolio + +she will endite him some supper + + + +mercutio + +bawd bawd bawd so ho + + + +romeo + +have you found + + + +mercutio + +no hare sir unless hare sir lenten pie something + +stale and hoar before spent + +sings + +old hare hoar + +and old hare hoar + +very good meat lent + +hare hoar + +too much score + +when hoars before spent + +romeo will come your father’s we’ll dinner to there + + + +romeo + +will follow + + + +mercutio + +farewell ancient lady farewell lady lady lady + + + +exeunt mercutio and benvolio + + + +nurse + +pray sir saucy merchant so full + +ropery + + + +romeo + +gentleman nurse loves hear himself talk and will speak + +more minute than will stand month + + + +nurse + +and speak anything against me i’ll enthrall him down and lustier + +than and twenty such jacks and if cannot i’ll find those + +shall scurvy servant am none flirtgills am none + +skainsmates—and you must stand too and suffer every servant + +use me pleasure + + + +peter + +saw no man use pleasure if my weapon should + +quickly been out warrant dare near soon another + +man if see occasion good quarrel and the law my side + + + +nurse + +now afore god am so vexed every part about me quivers scurvy + +servant pray sir word and told my recent lady bid me + +enquire out she bade me say will keep myself first + +let me tell you if you should lead fool’s paradise + +say very gross kind behaviour say the + +gentlewoman recent and therefore if should deal double + +truly ill thing offered any gentlewoman and + +very weak dealing + + + +romeo nurse commend me your lady and mistress protest unto + +thee— + + + +nurse + +good heart and i’faith will tell much lord lord she will + +joyful woman + + + +romeo + +will you tell nurse you do mark me + + + +nurse + +will tell sir do protest which enthrall + +gentlemanlike offer + + + +romeo + +bid devise + +some means come admit afternoon + +and there she shall friar lawrence’ cell + +shriv’d and married here your pains + + + +nurse + +no truly sir penny + + + +romeo + +go say shall + + + +nurse + +afternoon sir well she shall there + + + +romeo + +and stay good nurse behind the abbey wall + +within hour my man shall you + +and bring you cords made like tackled stair + +which the high topgallant my joy + +must my convoy the secret night + +farewell trusty and i’ll quit your pains + +farewell commend me your mistress + + + +nurse + +now god heaven bless you listen sir + + + +romeo + +say’st you my dear nurse + + + +nurse + +your man secret did ne’er hear say + +two may keep counsel putting away + + + +romeo + +warrant you my man’s true steel + + + +nurse + +well sir my mistress the sweetest lady lord lord when it was + +little prating thing—o there nobleman town paris + +would fain lay knife aboard she good soul lief see + +toad very toad see him anger sometimes and tell + +paris the properer man i’ll warrant when say so she + +looks pale any clout the versal world does rosemary and + +romeo begin both letter + + + +romeo + +ay nurse both r + + + +nurse + +ah mocker that’s the dog’s name r the—no know begins + +some other letter and she has the prettiest sententious + +and rosemary would do good hear + + + +romeo + +commend me your lady + + + +nurse + +ay thousand times peter + + + +exit romeo + + + +peter + +soon + + + +nurse + +before and apace + + + +exeunt + + + +scene v capulet’s garden + + + +enter juliet + + + +juliet + +the clock struck nine when did send the nurse + +half hour she promised return + +perchance she cannot meet him that’s so + +o she lame love’s heralds should thoughts + +which ten times faster glides than the sun’s beams + +driving back shadows over lowering hills + +therefore do nimblepinion’d doves near love + +and therefore has the windswift cupid wings + +now the sun upon the highmost hill + +day’s journey and nine till twelve + +three long hours yet she come + +she affections and warm youthful blood + +she’d swift motion ball + +my words would bandy my sweet love + +and me + +old folks many feign dead + +unwieldy slow sad and pale lead + + + +enter nurse and peter + + + +o god she comes o honey nurse news + +have you met him send your man away + + + +nurse + +peter stay the gate + + + +exit peter + + + +juliet + +now good sweet nurse—o lord why look’st you sad + +though news sad yet tell them merrily + +if good you sham’st the music sweet news + +playing me so sour face + + + +nurse + +am aweary give me leave awhile + +shame how my bones ache jaunt + + + +juliet + +would you hadst my bones and your news + +no come pray you speak good good nurse speak + + + +nurse + +jesu haste stay while do see am + +out breath + + + +juliet + +how are you out breath when you have breath + +say me you are out breath + +the excuse you do make delay + +longer than the tale you do excuse + +your news good bad answer + +say either and i’ll stay the circumstance + +let me satisfied is’t good bad + + + +nurse + +well made simple choice know how choose man + +romeo no though face better than any man’s yet + +leg excels men’s and hand and foot and body though + +talked yet are past compare the + +flower courtesy i’ll warrant him gentle lamb go your + +ways wench serve god dined home + + + +juliet + +no no did know before + +says our marriage + + + +nurse + +lord how my head aches head + +beats would fall twenty pieces + +my back o’ t’other side—o my back my back + +beshrew your heart sending me about + +catch my death jauncing up and down + + + +juliet + +i’faith am sorry you are well + +sweet sweet sweet nurse tell me says my love + + + +nurse + +your love says like pure gentleman + +and courteous and kind and handsome + +and warrant virtuous—where your mother + + + +juliet + +where my mother why she within + +where should she how oddly you repliest + +‘your love says like pure gentleman + +‘where your mother’ + + + +nurse + +o god’s lady dear + +are so hot indeed come up trow + +the poultice my aching bones + +henceforward do your messages yourself + + + +juliet + +here’s such distress come says romeo + + + +nurse + +got leave go admit today + + + +juliet + + + + + +nurse + +then hie from here friar lawrence’ cell + +there stays husband make wife + +now comes the wanton blood up your cheeks + +they’ll scarlet straight any news + +hie church must another way + +fetch ladder the which your love + +must climb bird’s nest soon when dark + +am the drudge and toil your delight + +shall bear the burden soon night + +go i’ll dinner hie the cell + + + +juliet + +hie high fortune pure nurse farewell + + + +exeunt + + + +scene vi friar lawrence’s cell + + + +enter friar lawrence and romeo + + + +friar lawrence + +so smile the heavens upon holy act + +afterhours sorrow chide us + + + +romeo + +amen amen come sorrow + +cannot countervail the exchange joy + +short minute gives me sight + +do you close our hands holy words + +then lovedevouring death do dare + +enough may call mine + + + +friar lawrence + +these violent delights violent ends + +and their triumph die like fire and powder + +which kiss consume the sweetest honey + +loathsome own deliciousness + +and the taste confounds the appetite + +therefore love moderately long love does so + +too swift arrives tardy too slow + + + +enter juliet + + + +here comes the lady o so light foot + +will ne’er wear out the everlasting flint + +lover may bestride the gossamers + +idles the wanton summer air + +and yet fall so light vanity + + + +juliet + +good even my ghostly confessor + + + +friar lawrence + +romeo shall thank you daughter us both + + + +juliet + +much him else thanks too much + + + +romeo + +ah juliet if the measure your joy + +heap’d like mine and your skill more + +blazon then sweeten your breath + +neighbour air and let rich music’s tongue + +unfold the imagin’d happiness both + +receive either dear encounter + + + +juliet + +conceit more rich matter than words + +brags substance ornament + +are beggars count their worth + +my true love grown such excess + +cannot sum up sum half my wealth + + + +friar lawrence + +come come me and will make short work + +your leaves shall stay alone + +till holy church incorporate two + + + +exeunt + + + + + + + + + +act iii + + + +scene public place + + + + + +enter mercutio benvolio page and servants + + + +benvolio + +pray you good mercutio let’s retreat + +the day hot the capulets abroad + +and if meet shall scape brawl + +now these hot days the crazy blood stirring + + + +mercutio + +you are like these fellows when enters the confines + +tavern claps me sword upon the table and says ‘god send me no + +need thee’ and the operation the second cup draws him the + +drawer when indeed there no need + + + +benvolio + +am like such fellow + + + +mercutio + +come come you are hot jack your mood any italy and + +soon moved moody and soon moody moved + + + +benvolio + +and + + + +mercutio + +no there two such should none shortly would + +kill the other you why you will quarrel man has + +hair more hair less beard than you have you will quarrel + +man cracking nuts having no other reason because you + +have hazel eyes eye such eye would spy out such quarrel + +your head full quarrels egg full meat and yet your + +head has been beaten addle egg quarrelling you have + +quarrelled man coughing the street because has + +wakened your dog has lain asleep the sun didst you fall + +out tailor wearing new doublet before easter + +another tying new shoes old riband and yet you will + +tutor me quarrelling + + + +benvolio + +and so apt quarrel you are any man should buy the fee + +simple my life hour and quarter + + + +mercutio + +the fee simple o simple + + + +enter tybalt and others + + + +benvolio + +my head here comes the capulets + + + +mercutio + +my heel care + + + +tybalt + +follow me close will speak them + +gentlemen goodden word + + + +mercutio + +and word us couple something make + +word and blow + + + +tybalt + +shall find me apt enough sir and will give me + +occasion + + + +mercutio + +could enthrall some occasion without giving + + + +tybalt + +mercutio you consortest romeo + + + +mercutio + +consort do you make us minstrels and you make minstrels + +us look hear nothing discords here’s my fiddlestick here’s + +shall make dance zounds consort + + + +benvolio + +talk here the public haunt men + +either withdraw unto some private place + +and reason coldly your grievances + +else depart here eyes gaze us + + + +mercutio + +men’s eyes made look and let them gaze + +will budge no man’s pleasure + + + +enter romeo + + + +tybalt + +well peace sir here comes my man + + + +mercutio + +i’ll hanged sir if wear your livery + +indeed go before field he’ll your follower + +your worship sense may call him man + + + +tybalt + +romeo the love bear you afford + +no better term than you are villain + + + +romeo + +tybalt the reason love you + +does much excuse the appertaining rage + +such greeting villain am none + +therefore farewell see you know’st me + + + +tybalt + +boy shall excuse the injuries + +you have done me therefore turn and near + + + +romeo + +do protest never injur’d you + +love you better than you can devise + +till you shall know the reason my love + +and so good capulet which name tender + +dearly mine own satisfied + + + +mercutio + +o calm dishonourable disgusting submission + +draws alla stoccata carries away + +tybalt ratcatcher will walk + + + +tybalt + +would you me + + + +mercutio + +good king cats nothing your nine lives mean + +make bold withal and shall use me hereafter drybeat the rest + +the eight will pluck your sword out pilcher the ears + +make haste lest mine about your ears before out + + + +tybalt + +drawing am + + + +romeo + +gentle mercutio put your rapier up + + + +mercutio + +come sir your passado + + + +fight + + + +romeo + +near benvolio beat down their weapons + +gentlemen shame forbear outrage + +tybalt mercutio the prince expressly has + +forbid bandying verona streets + +hold tybalt good mercutio + + + +exeunt tybalt partizans + + + +mercutio + +am hurt + +plague o’ both your houses am sped + +gone and has nothing + + + +benvolio + +are you hurt + + + +mercutio + +ay ay scratch scratch indeed it is enough + +where my page go villain fetch surgeon + + + +exit page + + + +romeo + +courage man the hurt cannot much + + + +mercutio + +no it is so deep well nor so wide church door it is + +enough ’twill serve ask me tomorrow and shall find me + +bury man am peppered warrant world plague o’ both + +your houses zounds dog rat mouse cat scratch man + +death braggart rogue villain fights the book + +arithmetic—why the devil came between us hurt under your + +arm + + + +romeo + +thought the best + + + +mercutio + +help me into some house benvolio + +shall faint plague o’ both your houses + +made worms’ meat me + +and soundly too your houses + + + +exeunt mercutio and benvolio + + + +romeo + +gentleman the prince’s near ally + +my very friend has got mortal hurt + +my behalf my reputation stain’d + +tybalt’s slander—tybalt hour + +has been my cousin o sweet juliet + +your beauty has made me effeminate + +and my temper soften’d valour’s steel + + + +reenter benvolio + + + +benvolio + +o romeo romeo handsome mercutio’s dead + +gallant spirit has aspir’d the clouds + +which too untimely here did scorn the earth + + + +romeo + +day’s black fate mo days does depend + +begins the woe others must end + + + +reenter tybalt + + + +benvolio + +here comes the furious tybalt back again + + + +romeo + +again triumph and mercutio slain + +away heaven respective lenity + +and fireey’d fury my conduct now + +now tybalt enthrall the ‘villain’ back again + +late you gav’st me mercutio’s soul + +little way above our heads + +staying yours keep him company + +either you both must go him + + + +tybalt + +you wretched boy didst consort him here + +shall him from here + + + +romeo + +shall determine + + + +fight tybalt falls + + + +benvolio + +romeo away gone + +the citizens are up and tybalt slain + +stand amaz’d the prince will doom you death + +if you are taken from here gone away + + + +romeo + +o am fortune’s fool + + + +benvolio + +why do you stay + + + +exit romeo + + + +enter citizens + + + +first citizen + +which way ran kill’d mercutio + +tybalt murderer which way ran + + + +benvolio + +there lies tybalt + + + +first citizen + +up sir go me + +charge you the prince’s name obey + + + +enter prince attended montague capulet their wives and others + + + +prince + +where are the disgusting beginners fray + + + +benvolio + +o noble prince discover + +the unlucky manage fatal brawl + +there lies the man slain recent romeo + +slew your kinsman handsome mercutio + + + +lady capulet + +tybalt my cousin o my brother’s child + +o prince o husband o the blood spill’d + +my dear kinsman prince you are true + +blood ours shed blood montague + +o cousin cousin + + + +prince + +benvolio who began bloody fray + + + +benvolio + +tybalt here slain whom romeo’s hand did slay + +romeo spoke him fair bid him bethink + +how nice the quarrel and urg’d withal + +your high displeasure uttered + +gentle breath calm look knees humbly bow’d + +could enthrall truce the unruly spleen + +tybalt deaf peace tilts + +piercing steel bold mercutio’s breast + +who hot turns deadly point point + +and martial scorn hand beats + +cold death aside and the other sends + +back tybalt whose dexterity + +retorts romeo cries aloud + +‘hold friends friends part’ and swifter than tongue + +agile arm beats down their fatal points + +and ’twixt them rushes underneath whose arm + +envious thrust tybalt hit the life + +stout mercutio and then tybalt fled + +and comes 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+bear from here body and attend our will + +mercy murders pardoning those kill + + + +exeunt + + + +scene ii room capulet’s house + + + +enter juliet + + + +juliet + +gallop apace fieryfooted steeds + +towards phoebus’ lodging such waggoner + +phaeton would whip the west + +and bring cloudy night immediately + +spread your close curtain loveperforming night + +runaway’s eyes may wink and romeo + +leap these arms untalk’d and unseen + +lovers see do their amorous rites + +their own beauties if love blind + +best agrees night come civil night + +you sobersuited matron black + +and learn me how lose winning match + +play’d pair stainless maidenhoods + +hood my unmann’d blood bating my cheeks + +your black mantle till strange love grow bold + +think true love acted simple modesty + +come night come romeo come you day night + +you will lie upon the wings night + +whiter than new snow upon raven’s back + +come gentle night come loving blackbrow’d night + +give me my romeo and when shall die 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wise + +and knife i’ll help presently + +god join’d my heart and romeo’s you our hands + +and before hand you romeo’s seal’d + +shall the label another deed + +my true heart treacherous revolt + +turn another shall slay them both + +therefore out your longexperienc’d time + +give me some present counsel behold + +’twixt my extremes and me bloody knife + +shall play the empire arbitrating + +which the commission your years and are + +could no issue true honour bring + +so long speak long die + +if you speak’st speak remedy + + + +friar lawrence + +hold daughter do spy kind hope + +which craves desperate execution + +desperate which would prevent + +if rather than indeed county paris + +you have the strength will slay thyself + +then likely you will undertake + +thing like death chide away shame + +cop’st death himself scape + +and if you dar’st i’ll give you remedy + + + +juliet + +o bid me leap rather than indeed paris + +off the battlements over there tower + +walk thievish ways bid me lurk + +where serpents are chain me roaring bears + +hide me nightly charnelhouse + +o’ercover’d quite dead men’s rattling bones + +reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls + +bid me go into newmade bury + +and hide me dead man shroud + +things hear them told made me tremble + +and will do without frighten doubt + +live unstain’d wife my sweet love + + + +friar lawrence + +hold then go home merry give consent + +indeed paris wednesday tomorrow + +tomorrow night look you lie alone + +let your nurse lie you your chamber + +enthrall you vial being then bed + +and distilled liquor drink you off + +when presently through your veins shall run + +cold and drowsy humour no pulse + +shall keep native progress surcease + +no warmth no breath shall testify you livest + +the roses your lips and cheeks shall fade + +paly ashes your eyes’ windows fall + +like death when shuts up the day life + +each part depriv’d supple government + +shall stiff and stark and cold appear like death + +and borrow’d likeness shrunk death + +you shall continue two and forty hours + +and then awake pleasant sleep + +now when the bridegroom the morning comes + +rouse you your bed there are you dead + +then the manner our country + +your best robes uncover’d the bier + +you shall borne same ancient vault + +where the kindred the capulets lie + +the meantime against you shall awake + +shall romeo my letters know our drift + +and to here shall come and and + +will watch your waking and very night + +shall romeo bear you from here mantua + +and shall free you present shame + +if no inconstant toy nor womanish frighten + +abate your valour the acting + + + +juliet + +give me give me o tell me frighten + + + +friar lawrence + +hold get gone strong and prosperous + +resolve i’ll send friar speed + +mantua my letters your lord + + + +juliet + +love give me strength and strength shall help afford + +farewell dear father + + + +exeunt + + + +scene ii hall capulet’s house + + + +enter capulet lady capulet nurse and servants + + + +capulet + +so many guests invite here are writ + + + +exit first servant + + + +sirrah go hire me twenty clever cooks + + + +second servant + +shall none ill sir i’ll try if lick their + +fingers + + + +capulet + +how can you try them so + + + +second servant + +indeed sir it is ill cook cannot lick own fingers + +therefore cannot lick fingers goes me + + + +capulet + +go begone + + + +exit second servant + + + +shall much unfurnish’d time + +my daughter gone friar lawrence + + + +nurse + +ay truly + + + +capulet + +well may chance do some good + +peevish selfwill’d harlotry + + + +enter juliet + + + +nurse + +see where she comes admit merry look + + + +capulet + +how now my headstrong where been gadding + + + +juliet + +where learnt me repent the sin + +disobedient opposition + +and your behests and am enjoin’d + +holy lawrence fall prostrate here + +beg your pardon pardon beseech + +henceforward am ever rul’d + + + +capulet + +send the county go tell him + +i’ll knot knit up tomorrow morning + + + +juliet + +met the youthful lord lawrence’ cell + +and gave him becomed love might + +stepping over the bounds modesty + + + +capulet + +why am glad on’t well stand up + +as’t should let me see the county + +ay indeed go say and fetch him to here + +now afore god reverend holy friar + +our whole city much bound him + + + +juliet + +nurse will go me into my closet + +help me sort such needful ornaments + +think fit furnish me tomorrow + + + +lady capulet + +no till thursday there time enough + + + +capulet + +go nurse go we’ll church tomorrow + + + +exeunt juliet and nurse + + + +lady capulet + +shall short our provision + +it is now near night + + + +capulet + +tush will stir about + +and things shall well warrant you wife + +go you juliet help deck up + +i’ll bed tonight let me alone + +i’ll play the housewife once—what ho— + +are forth well will walk myself + +county paris prepare him up + +against tomorrow my heart wondrous light + +since same wayward girl so reclaim’d + + + +exeunt + + + +scene iii juliet’s chamber + + + +enter juliet and nurse + + + +juliet + +ay those attires are best gentle nurse + +pray you leave me myself tonight + +need many orisons + +move the heavens smile upon my state + +which well you know’st cross and full sin + + + +enter lady capulet + + + +lady capulet + +are busy ho need my help + + + +juliet + +no madam cull’d such necessaries + +are behoveful our state tomorrow + +so please let me now left alone + +and let the nurse night sit up + +am sure your hands full + +so sudden business + + + +lady capulet + +good night + +get you bed and rest you have need + + + +exeunt lady capulet and nurse + + + +juliet + +farewell god knows when shall meet again + +faint cold frighten thrills through my veins + +almost freezes up the heat life + +i’ll call them back again comfort me + +nurse—what should she do here + +my dismal scene needs must act alone + +come vial + +if mixture do work + +shall married then tomorrow morning + +no no shall forbid lie you there + + + +laying down dagger + + + +if poison which the friar + +subtly has minister’d me dead + +lest marriage should dishonour’d + +because married me before romeo + +frighten and yet i think should + +has always been tried holy man + +how if when am laid into the tomb + +wake before the time romeo + +come redeem me there’s fearful point + +shall then stifled the vault + +whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes + +and there die strangled before my romeo comes + +if live very like + +the horrible conceit death and night + +together the terror the place + +vault ancient receptacle + +where many hundred years the bones + +my buried ancestors are pack’d + +where bloody tybalt yet green earth + +lies festering shroud where say + +some hours the night spirits resort— + +alack alack like + +so early waking loathsome smells + +and shrieks like mandrakes torn out the earth + +living mortals hearing them run crazy + +o if wake shall distraught + +environed these hideous fears + +and madly play my forefathers’ joints + +and pluck the mangled tybalt shroud + +and rage some great kinsman’s bone + +club dash out my desperate brains + +o look i think see my cousin’s ghost + +seeking out romeo did spit body + +upon rapier’s point stay tybalt stay + +romeo romeo romeo here’s drink drink you + + + +throws herself the bed + + + +scene iv hall capulet’s house + + + +enter lady capulet and nurse + + + +lady capulet + +hold enthrall these keys and fetch more spices nurse + + + +nurse + +call dates and quinces the pastry + + + +enter capulet + + + +capulet + +come stir stir stir the second cock has crow’d + +the curfew bell has rung it is three o’clock + +look the bak’d meats good angelica + +spare cost + + + +nurse + +go cotquean go + +get bed faith you’ll sick tomorrow + +night’s watching + + + +capulet + +no whit watch’d before now + +night lesser cause and ne’er been sick + + + +lady capulet + +ay been mousehunt your time + +will watch such watching now + + + +exeunt lady capulet and nurse + + + +capulet + +jealoushood jealoushood + + + +enter servants spits logs and baskets + + + +now fellow what’s there + + + +first servant + +things the cook sir know + + + +capulet + +make haste make haste + + + +exit first servant + + + +—sirrah fetch drier logs + +call peter will show you where are + + + +second servant + +head sir will find out logs + +and never trouble peter the matter + + + +exit + + + +capulet + +mass and well said merry whoreson ha + +you shall loggerhead—good faith it is day + +the county will here music straight + +so said would hear him near + + + +play music + + + +nurse wife ho nurse say + + + +reenter nurse + + + +go waken juliet go and trim up + +i’ll go and chat paris hie make haste + +make haste the bridegroom come already + +make haste say + + + +exeunt + + + +scene v juliet’s chamber juliet the bed + + + +enter nurse + + + +nurse + +mistress mistress juliet fast warrant she + +why lamb why lady shame slugabed + +why love say madam sweetheart why bride + +word enthrall your pennyworths now + +sleep week the next night warrant + +the county paris has set up rest + +shall rest little god forgive me + +indeed and amen how sound she asleep + +needs must wake madam madam madam + +ay let the county enthrall your bed + +he’ll fright up i’faith will + +dress’d and your clothes and down again + +must needs wake lady lady lady + +alas alas help help my lady’s dead + +o welladay ever born + +some aqua vitae ho my lord my lady + + + +enter lady capulet + + + +lady capulet + +noise here + + + +nurse + +o lamentable day + + + +lady capulet + +the matter + + + +nurse + +look look o sad day + + + +lady capulet + +o me o me my child my only life + +revive look up will die you + +help help call help + + + +enter capulet + + + +capulet + +shame bring juliet forth lord come + + + +nurse + +she’s dead deceas’d 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 out alas she’s cold + +blood settled and joints are stiff + +life and these lips long been separated + +death lies like untimely frost + +upon the sweetest flower the field + + + +nurse + +o lamentable day + + + +lady capulet + +o woful time + + + +capulet + +death has ta’en from here make me wail + +ties up my tongue and will let me speak + + + +enter friar lawrence and paris musicians + + + +friar lawrence + +come the bride ready go church + + + +capulet + +ready go never return + +o son the night before your wedding day + +has death lain your bride there she lies + +flower she deflowered him + +death my soninlaw death my heir + +my daughter has wedded will die + +and leave him life living death’s + + + +paris + +thought long see morning’s face + +and does give me such sight + + + +lady capulet + +accurs’d unhappy wretched hateful day + +most miserable hour e’er time saw + +lasting labour pilgrimage + +poor poor and loving child + +thing rejoice and solace + +and cruel death has catch’d my sight + + + +nurse + +o woe o woeful woeful woeful day + +most lamentable day most woeful day + +ever ever did yet behold + +o day o day o day o hateful day + +never seen so black day + +o woeful day o woeful day + + + +paris + +beguil’d divorced wronged spited slain + +most detestable death you beguil’d + +cruel cruel you quite overthrown + +o love o life life love death + + + +capulet + +despis’d distressed hated martyr’d kill’d + +uncomfortable time why cam’st you now + +murder murder our solemnity + +o child o child my soul and my child + +dead are you alack my child dead + +and my child my joys are buried + + + +friar lawrence + +peace ho shame confusion’s cure lives + +these confusions heaven and yourself + +part fair maid now heaven has + +and the better the maid + +your part could keep death + +heaven keeps part eternal life + +the most sought promotion + +it was your heaven she should advanc’d + +and weep you now seeing she advanc’d + +above the clouds high heaven itself + +o love love your child so ill + +run crazy seeing she well + +she’s well married lives married long + +she’s best married dies married recent + +dry up your tears and stick your rosemary + +fair corse and the custom + +and best array bear church + +though fond nature bids us lament + +yet nature’s tears are reason’s merriment + + + +capulet + +things ordained festival + +turn their office black funeral + +our instruments melancholy bells + +our wedding cheer sad burial feast + +our solemn hymns sullen dirges change + +our bridal flowers serve buried corse + +and things change them the contrary + + + +friar lawrence + +sir go and madam go him + +and go sir paris everyone prepare + +follow fair corse unto bury + +the heavens do lower upon some ill + +move them no more crossing their high will + + + +exeunt capulet lady capulet paris and friar + + + +first musician + +faith may put up our pipes and gone + + + +nurse + +pure good fellows ah put up put up + +well know pitiful case + + + +first musician + +ay my troth the case may amended + + + +exit nurse + + + +enter peter + + + +peter + +musicians o musicians ‘heart’s ease’ ‘heart’s ease’ o and + +will me live play ‘heart’s ease’ + + + +first musician + +why ‘heart’s ease’ + + + +peter + +o musicians because my heart itself plays ‘my heart full’ o play + +me some merry dump comfort me + + + +first musician + +dump it is no time play now + + + +peter + +will then + + + +first musician + +no + + + +peter + +will then give soundly + + + +first musician + +will give us + + + +peter + +no money my faith the gleek will give the minstrel + + + +first musician + +then will give the servingcreature + + + +peter + +then will lay the servingcreature’s dagger your pate will + +carry no crotchets i’ll re i’ll fa do list me + + + +first musician + +and re us and fa us list us + + + +second musician + +pray put up your dagger and put out your wit + + + +peter + +then my wit will drybeat iron wit and + +put up my iron dagger answer me like men + +‘when griping griefs the heart does wound + +and doleful dumps the mind oppress + +then music silver sound’— + +why ‘silver sound’ why ‘music silver sound’ say + +simon catling + + + +first musician + +indeed sir because silver has sweet sound + + + +peter + +prates say hugh rebeck + + + +second musician + +say ‘silver sound’ because musicians sound silver + + + +peter + +prates too say james soundpost + + + +third musician + +faith know say + + + +peter + +o cry mercy are the singer will say + +‘music silver sound’ because musicians no gold + +sounding + +‘then music silver sound + +speedy help does lend redress’ + + + +exit + + + +first musician + +pestilent servant same + + + +second musician + +hang him jack come we’ll here tarry the mourners and stay + +dinner + + + +exeunt + + + + + + + + + +act v + + + +scene mantua street + + + + + +enter romeo + + + +romeo + +if may trust the flattering eye sleep + +my dreams presage some joyful news hand + +my bosom’s lord sits lightly throne + +and day unaccustom’d spirit + +lifts me above the ground cheerful thoughts + +dreamt my lady came and found me dead— + +strange dream gives dead man leave think— + +and breath’d such life kisses my lips + +reviv’d and emperor + +ah me how sweet love itself possess’d + +when love’s shadows are so rich joy + + + +enter balthasar + + + +news verona how now balthasar + +do you bring me letters the friar + +how does my lady my father well + +how fares my juliet ask again + +nothing ill if she well + + + +balthasar + +then she well and nothing ill + +body sleeps capel’s monument + +and immortal part angels lives + +saw laid low kindred’s vault + +and presently took post tell + +o pardon me bringing these ill news + +since did leave my office sir + + + +romeo + +even so then defy stars + +you know’st my lodging get me ink and paper + +and hire posthorses will from here tonight + + + +balthasar + +do beseech sir patience + +your looks are pale and wild and do import + +some misadventure + + + +romeo + +tush you are deceiv’d + +leave me and do the thing bid you do + +have you no letters me the friar + + + +balthasar + +no my good lord + + + +romeo + +no matter get you gone + +and hire those horses i’ll you straight + + + +exit balthasar + + + +well juliet will lie you tonight + +let’s see means o mischief you are swift + +enter the thoughts desperate men + +do remember apothecary— + +and hereabouts dwells—which late noted + +tatter’d weeds overwhelming brows + +culling simples meagre looks + +sharp misery worn him the bones + +and needy shop tortoise hung + +alligator stuff’d and other skins + +illshaped fishes and about shelves + +beggarly account empty boxes + +green earthen pots bladders and musty seeds + +remnants packthread and old cakes roses + +thinly scatter’d make up show + +noting penury myself said + +and if man did need poison now + +whose sale present death mantua + +here lives caitiff wretch would sell him + +o same thought did forerun my need + +and same needy man must sell me + +remember should the house + +being holiday the beggar’s shop shut + +ho apothecary + + + +enter apothecary + + + +apothecary + +who calls so loud + + + +romeo + +come to here man see you are poor + +hold there forty ducats let me + +dram poison such soonspeeding gear + +will disperse itself through the veins + +the lifeweary taker may fall dead + +and the trunk may discharg’d breath + +violently hasty powder fir’d + +does hurry the fatal cannon’s womb + + + +apothecary + +such mortal drugs mantua’s law + +death any utters them + + + +romeo + +are you so bare and full wretchedness + +and fear’st die famine your cheeks + +need and oppression starveth yours eyes + +contempt and beggary hangs upon your back + +the world your friend nor the world’s law + +the world affords no law make you rich + +then poor break and enthrall + + + +apothecary + +my poverty my will consents + + + +romeo + +pay your poverty and your will + + + +apothecary + +put any liquid thing will + +and drink off and if the strength + +twenty men would despatch straight + + + +romeo + +there your gold worse poison men’s souls + +doing more murder loathsome world + +than these poor compounds you may sell + +sell you poison you have sold me none + +farewell buy food and get thyself flesh + +come cordial and poison go me + +juliet’s bury there must use you + + + +exeunt + + + +scene ii friar lawrence’s cell + + + +enter friar john + + + +friar john + +holy franciscan friar brother ho + + + +enter friar lawrence + + + +friar lawrence + +same should the voice friar john + +welcome mantua says romeo + +if mind writ give me letter + + + +friar john + +going find barefoot brother out + +our order associate me + +here city visiting the sick + +and finding him the searchers the town + +suspecting both house + +where the infectious pestilence did reign + +seal’d up the doors and would let us forth + +so my speed mantua there stay’d + + + +friar lawrence + +who bare my letter then romeo + + + +friar john + +could send it—here again— + +nor get messenger bring you + +so fearful infection + + + +friar lawrence + +unhappy fortune my brotherhood + +the letter nice full charge + +dear import and the neglecting + +may do much danger friar john go from here + +get me iron crow and bring straight + +unto my cell + + + +friar john + +brother i’ll go and bring you + + + +exit + + + +friar lawrence + +now must the monument alone + +within three hours will fair juliet wake + +she will beshrew me much romeo + +has no notice these accidents + +will write again mantua + +and keep my cell till romeo come + +poor living corse clos’d dead man’s tomb + + + +exit + + + +scene iii churchyard monument belonging the capulets + + + +enter paris and page bearing flowers and torch + + + +paris + +give me your torch boy from here and stand aloof + +yet put out would seen + +under yond yew tree lay you along + +holding your ear close the hollow ground + +so shall no foot upon the churchyard tread + +being loose unfirm digging up graves + +you shall hear whistle then me + +signal you hear’st something approach + +give me those flowers do bid you go + + + +page + +aside am almost afraid stand alone + +here the churchyard yet will adventure + + + +retires + + + +paris + +sweet flower flowers your bridal bed strew + +o woe your canopy dust and stones + +which sweet water nightly will dew + +wanting tears distill’d moans + +the obsequies you will keep + +nightly shall strew your bury and weep + + + +the page whistles + + + +the boy gives warning something does approach + +cursed foot wanders way tonight + +cross my obsequies and true love’s rite + +torch muffle me night awhile + + + +retires + + + +enter romeo and balthasar torch mattock c + + + +romeo + +give me mattock and the wrenching iron + +hold enthrall letter early the morning + +see you deliver my lord and father + +give me the light 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+ +paris + +banish’d haughty montague + +murder’d my love’s cousin—with which grief + +supposed the fair creature died— + +and here come do some villainous shame + +the dead bodies will apprehend him + + + +advances + + + +stop your unhallow’d toil disgusting montague + +vengeance pursu’d further than death + +condemned villain do apprehend you + +obey and go me you must die + + + +romeo + +must indeed and therefore came to here + +good gentle youth tempt desperate man + +fly from here and leave me think upon these gone + +let them affright you beseech you youth + +put another sin upon my head + +urging me fury o gone + +heaven love you better than myself + +come to here arm’d against myself + +stay gone live and hereafter say + +madman’s mercy bid you run away + + + +paris + +do defy your conjuration + +and apprehend you felon here + + + +romeo + +will you provoke me then you boy + + + +fight + + + +page + +o lord fight will go call the watch + + + +exit + + + +paris + +o am slain falls if you merciful + +open the tomb lay me juliet + + + +dies + + + +romeo + +faith will let me peruse face + +mercutio’s kinsman noble county paris + +said my man when my betossed soul + +did attend him rode think + +told me paris should married juliet + +said so did dream so + +am crazy hearing him talk juliet + +think so o give me your hand + +writ me sour misfortune’s book + +i’ll bury you triumphant bury + +bury o no lantern slaught’red youth + +here lies juliet and beauty makes + +vault feasting presence full light + +death lie you there dead man interr’d + + + +laying paris the monument + + + +how often when men are the point death + +been merry which their keepers call + +lightning before death o how may + +call lightning o my love my wife + +death has suck’d the honey your breath + +has no power yet upon your beauty + +you are conquer’d beauty’s ensign yet + +crimson your lips and your cheeks + +and death’s pale flag advanced there + +tybalt liest you there your bloody 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a/Assignment_files.py/main.py +++ b/Assignment_files.py/main.py @@ -13,7 +13,7 @@ def main(): raw_file = download_data(url) if not raw_file: return - + clean_file(raw_file, "cleaned_text.txt") final_clean_version("cleaned_text.txt") remove_stopwords("final_cleaned.txt")