DgkX15LV

1ACT I
2PROLOGUE
3
4    Two households, both alike in dignity,
5    In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
6    From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
7    Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
8    From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
9    A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
10    Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
11    Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
12    The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
13    And the continuance of their parents' rage,
14    Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
15    Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
16    The which if you with patient ears attend,
17    What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
18
19SCENE I. Verona. A public place.
20
21    Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers 
22
23SAMPSON
24
25    Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.
26
27GREGORY
28
29    No, for then we should be colliers.
30
31SAMPSON
32
33    I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.
34
35GREGORY
36
37    Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.
38
39SAMPSON
40
41    I strike quickly, being moved.
42
43GREGORY
44
45    But thou art not quickly moved to strike.
46
47SAMPSON
48
49    A dog of the house of Montague moves me.
50
51GREGORY
52
53    To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:
54    therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.
55
56SAMPSON
57
58    A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will
59    take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.
60
61GREGORY
62
63    That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes
64    to the wall.
65
66SAMPSON
67
68    True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels,
69    are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push
70    Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids
71    to the wall.
72
73GREGORY
74
75    The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.
76
77SAMPSON
78
79    'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I
80    have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the
81    maids, and cut off their heads.
82
83GREGORY
84
85    The heads of the maids?
86
87SAMPSON
88
89    Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;
90    take it in what sense thou wilt.
91
92GREGORY
93
94    They must take it in sense that feel it.
95
96SAMPSON
97
98    Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and
99    'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.
100
101GREGORY
102
103    'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou
104    hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes
105    two of the house of the Montagues.
106
107SAMPSON
108
109    My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.
110
111GREGORY
112
113    How! turn thy back and run?
114
115SAMPSON
116
117    Fear me not.
118
119GREGORY
120
121    No, marry; I fear thee!
122
123SAMPSON
124
125    Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.
126
127GREGORY
128
129    I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as
130    they list.
131
132SAMPSON
133
134    Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;
135    which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
136
137    Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR
138
139ABRAHAM
140
141    Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
142
143SAMPSON
144
145    I do bite my thumb, sir.
146
147ABRAHAM
148
149    Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
150
151SAMPSON
152
153    [Aside to GREGORY] Is the law of our side, if I say
154    ay?
155
156GREGORY
157
158    No.
159
160SAMPSON
161
162    No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I
163    bite my thumb, sir.
164
165GREGORY
166
167    Do you quarrel, sir?
168
169ABRAHAM
170
171    Quarrel sir! no, sir.
172
173SAMPSON
174
175    If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.
176
177ABRAHAM
178
179    No better.
180
181SAMPSON
182
183    Well, sir.
184
185GREGORY
186
187    Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen.
188
189SAMPSON
190
191    Yes, better, sir.
192
193ABRAHAM
194
195    You lie.
196
197SAMPSON
198
199    Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
200
201    They fight
202
203    Enter BENVOLIO
204
205BENVOLIO
206
207    Part, fools!
208    Put up your swords; you know not what you do.
209
210    Beats down their swords
211
212    Enter TYBALT
213
214TYBALT
215
216    What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
217    Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
218
219BENVOLIO
220
221    I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,
222    Or manage it to part these men with me.
223
224TYBALT
225
226    What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,
227    As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
228    Have at thee, coward!
229
230    They fight
231
232    Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs
233
234First Citizen
235
236    Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!
237    Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!
238
239    Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY CAPULET
240
241CAPULET
242
243    What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!
244
245LADY CAPULET
246
247    A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?
248
249CAPULET
250
251    My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,
252    And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
253
254    Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE
255
256MONTAGUE
257
258    Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go.
259
260LADY MONTAGUE
261
262    Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.
263
264    Enter PRINCE, with Attendants
265
266PRINCE
267
268    Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
269    Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--
270    Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,
271    That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
272    With purple fountains issuing from your veins,
273    On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
274    Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,
275    And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
276    Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
277    By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
278    Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,
279    And made Verona's ancient citizens
280    Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
281    To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
282    Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:
283    If ever you disturb our streets again,
284    Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
285    For this time, all the rest depart away:
286    You Capulet; shall go along with me:
287    And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
288    To know our further pleasure in this case,
289    To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.
290    Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
291
292    Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO
293
294MONTAGUE
295
296    Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
297    Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
298
299BENVOLIO
300
301    Here were the servants of your adversary,
302    And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:
303    I drew to part them: in the instant came
304    The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared,
305    Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,
306    He swung about his head and cut the winds,
307    Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:
308    While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
309    Came more and more and fought on part and part,
310    Till the prince came, who parted either part.
311
312LADY MONTAGUE
313
314    O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?
315    Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
316
317BENVOLIO
318
319    Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun
320    Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
321    A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;
322    Where, underneath the grove of sycamore
323    That westward rooteth from the city's side,
324    So early walking did I see your son:
325    Towards him I made, but he was ware of me
326    And stole into the covert of the wood:
327    I, measuring his affections by my own,
328    That most are busied when they're most alone,
329    Pursued my humour not pursuing his,
330    And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.
331
332MONTAGUE
333
334    Many a morning hath he there been seen,
335    With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.
336    Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;
337    But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
338    Should in the furthest east begin to draw
339    The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
340    Away from the light steals home my heavy son,
341    And private in his chamber pens himself,
342    Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out
343    And makes himself an artificial night:
344    Black and portentous must this humour prove,
345    Unless good counsel may the cause remove.
346
347BENVOLIO
348
349    My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
350
351MONTAGUE
352
353    I neither know it nor can learn of him.
354
355BENVOLIO
356
357    Have you importuned him by any means?
358
359MONTAGUE
360
361    Both by myself and many other friends:
362    But he, his own affections' counsellor,
363    Is to himself--I will not say how true--
364    But to himself so secret and so close,
365    So far from sounding and discovery,
366    As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
367    Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
368    Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
369    Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow.
370    We would as willingly give cure as know.
371
372    Enter ROMEO
373
374BENVOLIO
375
376    See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;
377    I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.
378
379MONTAGUE
380
381    I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,
382    To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.
383
384    Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE
385
386BENVOLIO
387
388    Good-morrow, cousin.
389
390ROMEO
391
392    Is the day so young?
393
394BENVOLIO
395
396    But new struck nine.
397
398ROMEO
399
400    Ay me! sad hours seem long.
401    Was that my father that went hence so fast?
402
403BENVOLIO
404
405    It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?
406
407ROMEO
408
409    Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
410
411BENVOLIO
412
413    In love?
414
415ROMEO
416
417    Out--
418
419BENVOLIO
420
421    Of love?
422
423ROMEO
424
425    Out of her favour, where I am in love.
426
427BENVOLIO
428
429    Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
430    Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
431
432ROMEO
433
434    Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,
435    Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!
436    Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?
437    Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
438    Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.
439    Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
440    O any thing, of nothing first create!
441    O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
442    Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
443    Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,
444    sick health!
445    Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
446    This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
447    Dost thou not laugh?
448
449BENVOLIO
450
451    No, coz, I rather weep.
452
453ROMEO
454
455    Good heart, at what?
456
457BENVOLIO
458
459    At thy good heart's oppression.
460
461ROMEO
462
463    Why, such is love's transgression.
464    Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
465    Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
466    With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown
467    Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
468    Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
469    Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
470    Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
471    What is it else? a madness most discreet,
472    A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
473    Farewell, my coz.
474
475BENVOLIO
476
477    Soft! I will go along;
478    An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
479
480ROMEO
481
482    Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;
483    This is not Romeo, he's some other where.
484
485BENVOLIO
486
487    Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.
488
489ROMEO
490
491    What, shall I groan and tell thee?
492
493BENVOLIO
494
495    Groan! why, no.
496    But sadly tell me who.
497
498ROMEO
499
500    Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:
501    Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!
502    In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
503
504BENVOLIO
505
506    I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.
507
508ROMEO
509
510    A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.
511
512BENVOLIO
513
514    A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
515
516ROMEO
517
518    Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit
519    With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;
520    And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
521    From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.
522    She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
523    Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
524    Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:
525    O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,
526    That when she dies with beauty dies her store.
527
528BENVOLIO
529
530    Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
531
532ROMEO
533
534    She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,
535    For beauty starved with her severity
536    Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
537    She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,
538    To merit bliss by making me despair:
539    She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow
540    Do I live dead that live to tell it now.
541
542BENVOLIO
543
544    Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.
545
546ROMEO
547
548    O, teach me how I should forget to think.
549
550BENVOLIO
551
552    By giving liberty unto thine eyes;
553    Examine other beauties.
554
555ROMEO
556
557    'Tis the way
558    To call hers exquisite, in question more:
559    These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows
560    Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;
561    He that is strucken blind cannot forget
562    The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
563    Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
564    What doth her beauty serve, but as a note
565    Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
566    Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.
567
568BENVOLIO
569
570    I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.
571
572    Exeunt
573
574SCENE II. A street.
575
576    Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant 
577
578CAPULET
579
580    But Montague is bound as well as I,
581    In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,
582    For men so old as we to keep the peace.
583
584PARIS
585
586    Of honourable reckoning are you both;
587    And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.
588    But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
589
590CAPULET
591
592    But saying o'er what I have said before:
593    My child is yet a stranger in the world;
594    She hath not seen the change of fourteen years,
595    Let two more summers wither in their pride,
596    Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.
597
598PARIS
599
600    Younger than she are happy mothers made.
601
602CAPULET
603
604    And too soon marr'd are those so early made.
605    The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,
606    She is the hopeful lady of my earth:
607    But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,
608    My will to her consent is but a part;
609    An she agree, within her scope of choice
610    Lies my consent and fair according voice.
611    This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,
612    Whereto I have invited many a guest,
613    Such as I love; and you, among the store,
614    One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
615    At my poor house look to behold this night
616    Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:
617    Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
618    When well-apparell'd April on the heel
619    Of limping winter treads, even such delight
620    Among fresh female buds shall you this night
621    Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,
622    And like her most whose merit most shall be:
623    Which on more view, of many mine being one
624    May stand in number, though in reckoning none,
625    Come, go with me.
626
627    To Servant, giving a paper
628    Go, sirrah, trudge about
629    Through fair Verona; find those persons out
630    Whose names are written there, and to them say,
631    My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
632
633    Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS
634
635Servant
636
637    Find them out whose names are written here! It is
638    written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his
639    yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with
640    his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am
641    sent to find those persons whose names are here
642    writ, and can never find what names the writing
643    person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time.
644
645    Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO
646
647BENVOLIO
648
649    Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,
650    One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
651    Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
652    One desperate grief cures with another's languish:
653    Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
654    And the rank poison of the old will die.
655
656ROMEO
657
658    Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.
659
660BENVOLIO
661
662    For what, I pray thee?
663
664ROMEO
665
666    For your broken shin.
667
668BENVOLIO
669
670    Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
671
672ROMEO
673
674    Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is;
675    Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
676    Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow.
677
678Servant
679
680    God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?
681
682ROMEO
683
684    Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
685
686Servant
687
688    Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I
689    pray, can you read any thing you see?
690
691ROMEO
692
693    Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
694
695Servant
696
697    Ye say honestly: rest you merry!
698
699ROMEO
700
701    Stay, fellow; I can read.
702
703    Reads
704    'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;
705    County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady
706    widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely
707    nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine
708    uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece
709    Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin
710    Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair
711    assembly: whither should they come?
712
713Servant
714
715    Up.
716
717ROMEO
718
719    Whither?
720
721Servant
722
723    To supper; to our house.
724
725ROMEO
726
727    Whose house?
728
729Servant
730
731    My master's.
732
733ROMEO
734
735    Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.
736
737Servant
738
739    Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the
740    great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house
741    of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.
742    Rest you merry!
743
744    Exit
745
746BENVOLIO
747
748    At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
749    Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,
750    With all the admired beauties of Verona:
751    Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,
752    Compare her face with some that I shall show,
753    And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
754
755ROMEO
756
757    When the devout religion of mine eye
758    Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;
759    And these, who often drown'd could never die,
760    Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
761    One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun
762    Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
763
764BENVOLIO
765
766    Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,
767    Herself poised with herself in either eye:
768    But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd
769    Your lady's love against some other maid
770    That I will show you shining at this feast,
771    And she shall scant show well that now shows best.
772
773ROMEO
774
775    I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,
776    But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.
777
778    Exeunt
779
780SCENE III. A room in Capulet's house.
781
782    Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse 
783
784LADY CAPULET
785
786    Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.
787
788Nurse
789
790    Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,
791    I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!
792    God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!
793
794    Enter JULIET
795
796JULIET
797
798    How now! who calls?
799
800Nurse
801
802    Your mother.
803
804JULIET
805
806    Madam, I am here.
807    What is your will?
808
809LADY CAPULET
810
811    This is the matter:--Nurse, give leave awhile,
812    We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again;
813    I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.
814    Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.
815
816Nurse
817
818    Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
819
820LADY CAPULET
821
822    She's not fourteen.
823
824Nurse
825
826    I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,--
827    And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four--
828    She is not fourteen. How long is it now
829    To Lammas-tide?
830
831LADY CAPULET
832
833    A fortnight and odd days.
834
835Nurse
836
837    Even or odd, of all days in the year,
838    Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.
839    Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!--
840    Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;
841    She was too good for me: but, as I said,
842    On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;
843    That shall she, marry; I remember it well.
844    'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;
845    And she was wean'd,--I never shall forget it,--
846    Of all the days of the year, upon that day:
847    For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,
848    Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;
849    My lord and you were then at Mantua:--
850    Nay, I do bear a brain:--but, as I said,
851    When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple
852    Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,
853    To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug!
854    Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,
855    To bid me trudge:
856    And since that time it is eleven years;
857    For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,
858    She could have run and waddled all about;
859    For even the day before, she broke her brow:
860    And then my husband--God be with his soul!
861    A' was a merry man--took up the child:
862    'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?
863    Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;
864    Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame,
865    The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'
866    To see, now, how a jest shall come about!
867    I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,
868    I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he;
869    And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'
870
871LADY CAPULET
872
873    Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.
874
875Nurse
876
877    Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,
878    To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'
879    And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow
880    A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;
881    A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly:
882    'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face?
883    Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;
884    Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'
885
886JULIET
887
888    And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
889
890Nurse
891
892    Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
893    Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed:
894    An I might live to see thee married once,
895    I have my wish.
896
897LADY CAPULET
898
899    Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme
900    I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
901    How stands your disposition to be married?
902
903JULIET
904
905    It is an honour that I dream not of.
906
907Nurse
908
909    An honour! were not I thine only nurse,
910    I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.
911
912LADY CAPULET
913
914    Well, think of marriage now; younger than you,
915    Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
916    Are made already mothers: by my count,
917    I was your mother much upon these years
918    That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:
919    The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
920
921Nurse
922
923    A man, young lady! lady, such a man
924    As all the world--why, he's a man of wax.
925
926LADY CAPULET
927
928    Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
929
930Nurse
931
932    Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.
933
934LADY CAPULET
935
936    What say you? can you love the gentleman?
937    This night you shall behold him at our feast;
938    Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,
939    And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;
940    Examine every married lineament,
941    And see how one another lends content
942    And what obscured in this fair volume lies
943    Find written in the margent of his eyes.
944    This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
945    To beautify him, only lacks a cover:
946    The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride
947    For fair without the fair within to hide:
948    That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
949    That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;
950    So shall you share all that he doth possess,
951    By having him, making yourself no less.
952
953Nurse
954
955    No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men.
956
957LADY CAPULET
958
959    Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?
960
961JULIET
962
963    I'll look to like, if looking liking move:
964    But no more deep will I endart mine eye
965    Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
966
967    Enter a Servant
968
969Servant
970
971    Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you
972    called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in
973    the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must
974    hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.
975
976LADY CAPULET
977
978    We follow thee.
979
980    Exit Servant
981    Juliet, the county stays.
982
983Nurse
984
985    Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
986
987    Exeunt
988
989SCENE IV. A street.
990
991    Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others 
992
993ROMEO
994
995    What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
996    Or shall we on without a apology?
997
998BENVOLIO
999
1000    The date is out of such prolixity:
1001    We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,
1002    Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
1003    Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;
1004    Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke
1005    After the prompter, for our entrance:
1006    But let them measure us by what they will;
1007    We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.
1008
1009ROMEO
1010
1011    Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling;
1012    Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
1013
1014MERCUTIO
1015
1016    Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
1017
1018ROMEO
1019
1020    Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes
1021    With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead
1022    So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
1023
1024MERCUTIO
1025
1026    You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,
1027    And soar with them above a common bound.
1028
1029ROMEO
1030
1031    I am too sore enpierced with his shaft
1032    To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,
1033    I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:
1034    Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
1035
1036MERCUTIO
1037
1038    And, to sink in it, should you burden love;
1039    Too great oppression for a tender thing.
1040
1041ROMEO
1042
1043    Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
1044    Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
1045
1046MERCUTIO
1047
1048    If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
1049    Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
1050    Give me a case to put my visage in:
1051    A visor for a visor! what care I
1052    What curious eye doth quote deformities?
1053    Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.
1054
1055BENVOLIO
1056
1057    Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in,
1058    But every man betake him to his legs.
1059
1060ROMEO
1061
1062    A torch for me: let wantons light of heart
1063    Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels,
1064    For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase;
1065    I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.
1066    The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.
1067
1068MERCUTIO
1069
1070    Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:
1071    If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
1072    Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st
1073    Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!
1074
1075ROMEO
1076
1077    Nay, that's not so.
1078
1079MERCUTIO
1080
1081    I mean, sir, in delay
1082    We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
1083    Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits
1084    Five times in that ere once in our five wits.
1085
1086ROMEO
1087
1088    And we mean well in going to this mask;
1089    But 'tis no wit to go.
1090
1091MERCUTIO
1092
1093    Why, may one ask?
1094
1095ROMEO
1096
1097    I dream'd a dream to-night.
1098
1099MERCUTIO
1100
1101    And so did I.
1102
1103ROMEO
1104
1105    Well, what was yours?
1106
1107MERCUTIO
1108
1109    That dreamers often lie.
1110
1111ROMEO
1112
1113    In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
1114
1115MERCUTIO
1116
1117    O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
1118    She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
1119    In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
1120    On the fore-finger of an alderman,
1121    Drawn with a team of little atomies
1122    Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;
1123    Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs,
1124    The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
1125    The traces of the smallest spider's web,
1126    The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,
1127    Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,
1128    Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,
1129    Not so big as a round little worm
1130    Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;
1131    Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut
1132    Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
1133    Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
1134    And in this state she gallops night by night
1135    Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
1136    O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight,
1137    O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees,
1138    O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
1139    Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
1140    Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:
1141    Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
1142    And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
1143    And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail
1144    Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep,
1145    Then dreams, he of another benefice:
1146    Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
1147    And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
1148    Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
1149    Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
1150    Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
1151    And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
1152    And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
1153    That plats the manes of horses in the night,
1154    And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
1155    Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:
1156    This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
1157    That presses them and learns them first to bear,
1158    Making them women of good carriage:
1159    This is she--
1160
1161ROMEO
1162
1163    Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!
1164    Thou talk'st of nothing.
1165
1166MERCUTIO
1167
1168    True, I talk of dreams,
1169    Which are the children of an idle brain,
1170    Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
1171    Which is as thin of substance as the air
1172    And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes
1173    Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
1174    And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
1175    Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
1176
1177BENVOLIO
1178
1179    This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves;
1180    Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
1181
1182ROMEO
1183
1184    I fear, too early: for my mind misgives
1185    Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
1186    Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
1187    With this night's revels and expire the term
1188    Of a despised life closed in my breast
1189    By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
1190    But He, that hath the steerage of my course,
1191    Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.
1192
1193BENVOLIO
1194
1195    Strike, drum.
1196
1197    Exeunt
1198
1199SCENE V. A hall in Capulet's house.
1200
1201    Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkins 
1202
1203First Servant
1204
1205    Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He
1206    shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!
1207
1208Second Servant
1209
1210    When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's
1211    hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.
1212
1213First Servant
1214
1215    Away with the joint-stools, remove the
1216    court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save
1217    me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let
1218    the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.
1219    Antony, and Potpan!
1220
1221Second Servant
1222
1223    Ay, boy, ready.
1224
1225First Servant
1226
1227    You are looked for and called for, asked for and
1228    sought for, in the great chamber.
1229
1230Second Servant
1231
1232    We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be
1233    brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.
1234
1235    Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers
1236
1237CAPULET
1238
1239    Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes
1240    Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you.
1241    Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all
1242    Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,
1243    She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?
1244    Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day
1245    That I have worn a visor and could tell
1246    A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
1247    Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone:
1248    You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play.
1249    A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.
1250
1251    Music plays, and they dance
1252    More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,
1253    And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
1254    Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.
1255    Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;
1256    For you and I are past our dancing days:
1257    How long is't now since last yourself and I
1258    Were in a mask?
1259
1260Second Capulet
1261
1262    By'r lady, thirty years.
1263
1264CAPULET
1265
1266    What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much:
1267    'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,
1268    Come pentecost as quickly as it will,
1269    Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.
1270
1271Second Capulet
1272
1273    'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir;
1274    His son is thirty.
1275
1276CAPULET
1277
1278    Will you tell me that?
1279    His son was but a ward two years ago.
1280
1281ROMEO
1282
1283    [To a Servingman] What lady is that, which doth
1284    enrich the hand
1285    Of yonder knight?
1286
1287Servant
1288
1289    I know not, sir.
1290
1291ROMEO
1292
1293    O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
1294    It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
1295    Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
1296    Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
1297    So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
1298    As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
1299    The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
1300    And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
1301    Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
1302    For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
1303
1304TYBALT
1305
1306    This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
1307    Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave
1308    Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,
1309    To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
1310    Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
1311    To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.
1312
1313CAPULET
1314
1315    Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?
1316
1317TYBALT
1318
1319    Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,
1320    A villain that is hither come in spite,
1321    To scorn at our solemnity this night.
1322
1323CAPULET
1324
1325    Young Romeo is it?
1326
1327TYBALT
1328
1329    'Tis he, that villain Romeo.
1330
1331CAPULET
1332
1333    Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;
1334    He bears him like a portly gentleman;
1335    And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
1336    To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:
1337    I would not for the wealth of all the town
1338    Here in my house do him disparagement:
1339    Therefore be patient, take no note of him:
1340    It is my will, the which if thou respect,
1341    Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,
1342    And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
1343
1344TYBALT
1345
1346    It fits, when such a villain is a guest:
1347    I'll not endure him.
1348
1349CAPULET
1350
1351    He shall be endured:
1352    What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;
1353    Am I the master here, or you? go to.
1354    You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!
1355    You'll make a mutiny among my guests!
1356    You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!
1357
1358TYBALT
1359
1360    Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.
1361
1362CAPULET
1363
1364    Go to, go to;
1365    You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed?
1366    This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what:
1367    You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time.
1368    Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:
1369    Be quiet, or--More light, more light! For shame!
1370    I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!
1371
1372TYBALT
1373
1374    Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
1375    Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
1376    I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall
1377    Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.
1378
1379    Exit
1380
1381ROMEO
1382
1383    [To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand
1384    This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
1385    My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
1386    To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
1387
1388JULIET
1389
1390    Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
1391    Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
1392    For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
1393    And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
1394
1395ROMEO
1396
1397    Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
1398
1399JULIET
1400
1401    Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
1402
1403ROMEO
1404
1405    O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
1406    They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
1407
1408JULIET
1409
1410    Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
1411
1412ROMEO
1413
1414    Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
1415    Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
1416
1417JULIET
1418
1419    Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
1420
1421ROMEO
1422
1423    Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
1424    Give me my sin again.
1425
1426JULIET
1427
1428    You kiss by the book.
1429
1430Nurse
1431
1432    Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
1433
1434ROMEO
1435
1436    What is her mother?
1437
1438Nurse
1439
1440    Marry, bachelor,
1441    Her mother is the lady of the house,
1442    And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous
1443    I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal;
1444    I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
1445    Shall have the chinks.
1446
1447ROMEO
1448
1449    Is she a Capulet?
1450    O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.
1451
1452BENVOLIO
1453
1454    Away, begone; the sport is at the best.
1455
1456ROMEO
1457
1458    Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
1459
1460CAPULET
1461
1462    Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;
1463    We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
1464    Is it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all
1465    I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.
1466    More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed.
1467    Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late:
1468    I'll to my rest.
1469
1470    Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse
1471
1472JULIET
1473
1474    Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?
1475
1476Nurse
1477
1478    The son and heir of old Tiberio.
1479
1480JULIET
1481
1482    What's he that now is going out of door?
1483
1484Nurse
1485
1486    Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.
1487
1488JULIET
1489
1490    What's he that follows there, that would not dance?
1491
1492Nurse
1493
1494    I know not.
1495
1496JULIET
1497
1498    Go ask his name: if he be married.
1499    My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
1500
1501Nurse
1502
1503    His name is Romeo, and a Montague;
1504    The only son of your great enemy.
1505
1506JULIET
1507
1508    My only love sprung from my only hate!
1509    Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
1510    Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
1511    That I must love a loathed enemy.
1512
1513Nurse
1514
1515    What's this? what's this?
1516
1517JULIET
1518
1519    A rhyme I learn'd even now
1520    Of one I danced withal.
1521
1522    One calls within 'Juliet.'
1523
1524Nurse
1525
1526    Anon, anon!
1527    Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.
1528
1529    Exeunt
1530
1531ACT II
1532PROLOGUE
1533
1534    Enter Chorus 
1535
1536Chorus
1537
1538    Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
1539    And young affection gapes to be his heir;
1540    That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,
1541    With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.
1542    Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,
1543    Alike betwitched by the charm of looks,
1544    But to his foe supposed he must complain,
1545    And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:
1546    Being held a foe, he may not have access
1547    To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
1548    And she as much in love, her means much less
1549    To meet her new-beloved any where:
1550    But passion lends them power, time means, to meet
1551    Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.
1552
1553    Exit
1554
1555SCENE I. A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard.
1556
1557    Enter ROMEO 
1558
1559ROMEO
1560
1561    Can I go forward when my heart is here?
1562    Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
1563
1564    He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it
1565
1566    Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO
1567
1568BENVOLIO
1569
1570    Romeo! my cousin Romeo!
1571
1572MERCUTIO
1573
1574    He is wise;
1575    And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed.
1576
1577BENVOLIO
1578
1579    He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:
1580    Call, good Mercutio.
1581
1582MERCUTIO
1583
1584    Nay, I'll conjure too.
1585    Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!
1586    Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh:
1587    Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;
1588    Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;'
1589    Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
1590    One nick-name for her purblind son and heir,
1591    Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,
1592    When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!
1593    He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;
1594    The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.
1595    I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
1596    By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,
1597    By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh
1598    And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
1599    That in thy likeness thou appear to us!
1600
1601BENVOLIO
1602
1603    And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
1604
1605MERCUTIO
1606
1607    This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him
1608    To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle
1609    Of some strange nature, letting it there stand
1610    Till she had laid it and conjured it down;
1611    That were some spite: my invocation
1612    Is fair and honest, and in his mistres s' name
1613    I conjure only but to raise up him.
1614
1615BENVOLIO
1616
1617    Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,
1618    To be consorted with the humorous night:
1619    Blind is his love and best befits the dark.
1620
1621MERCUTIO
1622
1623    If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
1624    Now will he sit under a medlar tree,
1625    And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit
1626    As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.
1627    Romeo, that she were, O, that she were
1628    An open et caetera, thou a poperin pear!
1629    Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed;
1630    This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:
1631    Come, shall we go?
1632
1633BENVOLIO
1634
1635    Go, then; for 'tis in vain
1636    To seek him here that means not to be found.
1637
1638    Exeunt
1639
1640SCENE II. Capulet's orchard.
1641
1642    Enter ROMEO 
1643
1644ROMEO
1645
1646    He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
1647
1648    JULIET appears above at a window
1649    But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
1650    It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
1651    Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
1652    Who is already sick and pale with grief,
1653    That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
1654    Be not her maid, since she is envious;
1655    Her vestal livery is but sick and green
1656    And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
1657    It is my lady, O, it is my love!
1658    O, that she knew she were!
1659    She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
1660    Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
1661    I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
1662    Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
1663    Having some business, do entreat her eyes
1664    To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
1665    What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
1666    The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
1667    As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
1668    Would through the airy region stream so bright
1669    That birds would sing and think it were not night.
1670    See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
1671    O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
1672    That I might touch that cheek!
1673
1674JULIET
1675
1676    Ay me!
1677
1678ROMEO
1679
1680    She speaks:
1681    O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
1682    As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
1683    As is a winged messenger of heaven
1684    Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
1685    Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
1686    When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
1687    And sails upon the bosom of the air.
1688
1689JULIET
1690
1691    O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
1692    Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
1693    Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
1694    And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
1695
1696ROMEO
1697
1698    [Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
1699
1700JULIET
1701
1702    'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
1703    Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
1704    What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
1705    Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
1706    Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
1707    What's in a name? that which we call a rose
1708    By any other name would smell as sweet;
1709    So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
1710    Retain that dear perfection which he owes
1711    Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
1712    And for that name which is no part of thee
1713    Take all myself.
1714
1715ROMEO
1716
1717    I take thee at thy word:
1718    Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
1719    Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
1720
1721JULIET
1722
1723    What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
1724    So stumblest on my counsel?
1725
1726ROMEO
1727
1728    By a name
1729    I know not how to tell thee who I am:
1730    My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
1731    Because it is an enemy to thee;
1732    Had I it written, I would tear the word.
1733
1734JULIET
1735
1736    My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
1737    Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
1738    Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
1739
1740ROMEO
1741
1742    Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
1743
1744JULIET
1745
1746    How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
1747    The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
1748    And the place death, considering who thou art,
1749    If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
1750
1751ROMEO
1752
1753    With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;
1754    For stony limits cannot hold love out,
1755    And what love can do that dares love attempt;
1756    Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.
1757
1758JULIET
1759
1760    If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
1761
1762ROMEO
1763
1764    Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
1765    Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
1766    And I am proof against their enmity.
1767
1768JULIET
1769
1770    I would not for the world they saw thee here.
1771
1772ROMEO
1773
1774    I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;
1775    And but thou love me, let them find me here:
1776    My life were better ended by their hate,
1777    Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
1778
1779JULIET
1780
1781    By whose direction found'st thou out this place?
1782
1783ROMEO
1784
1785    By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
1786    He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
1787    I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
1788    As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,
1789    I would adventure for such merchandise.
1790
1791JULIET
1792
1793    Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
1794    Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
1795    For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night
1796    Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
1797    What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!
1798    Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'
1799    And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,
1800    Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries
1801    Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
1802    If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
1803    Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
1804    I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,
1805    So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
1806    In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
1807    And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:
1808    But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
1809    Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
1810    I should have been more strange, I must confess,
1811    But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
1812    My true love's passion: therefore pardon me,
1813    And not impute this yielding to light love,
1814    Which the dark night hath so discovered.
1815
1816ROMEO
1817
1818    Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
1819    That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--
1820
1821JULIET
1822
1823    O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
1824    That monthly changes in her circled orb,
1825    Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
1826
1827ROMEO
1828
1829    What shall I swear by?
1830
1831JULIET
1832
1833    Do not swear at all;
1834    Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
1835    Which is the god of my idolatry,
1836    And I'll believe thee.
1837
1838ROMEO
1839
1840    If my heart's dear love--
1841
1842JULIET
1843
1844    Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,
1845    I have no joy of this contract to-night:
1846    It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
1847    Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
1848    Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!
1849    This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
1850    May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
1851    Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
1852    Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
1853
1854ROMEO
1855
1856    O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
1857
1858JULIET
1859
1860    What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
1861
1862ROMEO
1863
1864    The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
1865
1866JULIET
1867
1868    I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
1869    And yet I would it were to give again.
1870
1871ROMEO
1872
1873    Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?
1874
1875JULIET
1876
1877    But to be frank, and give it thee again.
1878    And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
1879    My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
1880    My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
1881    The more I have, for both are infinite.
1882
1883    Nurse calls within
1884    I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
1885    Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
1886    Stay but a little, I will come again.
1887
1888    Exit, above
1889
1890ROMEO
1891
1892    O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
1893    Being in night, all this is but a dream,
1894    Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
1895
1896    Re-enter JULIET, above
1897
1898JULIET
1899
1900    Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
1901    If that thy bent of love be honourable,
1902    Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,
1903    By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
1904    Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
1905    And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
1906    And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
1907
1908Nurse
1909
1910    [Within] Madam!
1911
1912JULIET
1913
1914    I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well,
1915    I do beseech thee--
1916
1917Nurse
1918
1919    [Within] Madam!
1920
1921JULIET
1922
1923    By and by, I come:--
1924    To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:
1925    To-morrow will I send.
1926
1927ROMEO
1928
1929    So thrive my soul--
1930
1931JULIET
1932
1933    A thousand times good night!
1934
1935    Exit, above
1936
1937ROMEO
1938
1939    A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
1940    Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from
1941    their books,
1942    But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
1943
1944    Retiring
1945
1946    Re-enter JULIET, above
1947
1948JULIET
1949
1950    Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,
1951    To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
1952    Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
1953    Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
1954    And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
1955    With repetition of my Romeo's name.
1956
1957ROMEO
1958
1959    It is my soul that calls upon my name:
1960    How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
1961    Like softest music to attending ears!
1962
1963JULIET
1964
1965    Romeo!
1966
1967ROMEO
1968
1969    My dear?
1970
1971JULIET
1972
1973    At what o'clock to-morrow
1974    Shall I send to thee?
1975
1976ROMEO
1977
1978    At the hour of nine.
1979
1980JULIET
1981
1982    I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.
1983    I have forgot why I did call thee back.
1984
1985ROMEO
1986
1987    Let me stand here till thou remember it.
1988
1989JULIET
1990
1991    I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
1992    Remembering how I love thy company.
1993
1994ROMEO
1995
1996    And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
1997    Forgetting any other home but this.
1998
1999JULIET
2000
2001    'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:
2002    And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
2003    Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
2004    Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
2005    And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
2006    So loving-jealous of his liberty.
2007
2008ROMEO
2009
2010    I would I were thy bird.
2011
2012JULIET
2013
2014    Sweet, so would I:
2015    Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
2016    Good night, good night! parting is such
2017    sweet sorrow,
2018    That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
2019
2020    Exit above
2021
2022ROMEO
2023
2024    Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
2025    Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!
2026    Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,
2027    His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.
2028
2029    Exit
2030
2031SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell.
2032
2033    Enter FRIAR LAURENCE, with a basket 
2034
2035FRIAR LAURENCE
2036
2037    The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
2038    Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light,
2039    And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels
2040    From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels:
2041    Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,
2042    The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry,
2043    I must up-fill this osier cage of ours
2044    With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.
2045    The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb;
2046    What is her burying grave that is her womb,
2047    And from her womb children of divers kind
2048    We sucking on her natural bosom find,
2049    Many for many virtues excellent,
2050    None but for some and yet all different.
2051    O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies
2052    In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:
2053    For nought so vile that on the earth doth live
2054    But to the earth some special good doth give,
2055    Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use
2056    Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
2057    Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
2058    And vice sometimes by action dignified.
2059    Within the infant rind of this small flower
2060    Poison hath residence and medicine power:
2061    For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;
2062    Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
2063    Two such opposed kings encamp them still
2064    In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will;
2065    And where the worser is predominant,
2066    Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.
2067
2068    Enter ROMEO
2069
2070ROMEO
2071
2072    Good morrow, father.
2073
2074FRIAR LAURENCE
2075
2076    Benedicite!
2077    What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
2078    Young son, it argues a distemper'd head
2079    So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:
2080    Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
2081    And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
2082    But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain
2083    Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign:
2084    Therefore thy earliness doth me assure
2085    Thou art up-roused by some distemperature;
2086    Or if not so, then here I hit it right,
2087    Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.
2088
2089ROMEO
2090
2091    That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine.
2092
2093FRIAR LAURENCE
2094
2095    God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline?
2096
2097ROMEO
2098
2099    With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;
2100    I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.
2101
2102FRIAR LAURENCE
2103
2104    That's my good son: but where hast thou been, then?
2105
2106ROMEO
2107
2108    I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.
2109    I have been feasting with mine enemy,
2110    Where on a sudden one hath wounded me,
2111    That's by me wounded: both our remedies
2112    Within thy help and holy physic lies:
2113    I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo,
2114    My intercession likewise steads my foe.
2115
2116FRIAR LAURENCE
2117
2118    Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;
2119    Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.
2120
2121ROMEO
2122
2123    Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set
2124    On the fair daughter of rich Capulet:
2125    As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;
2126    And all combined, save what thou must combine
2127    By holy marriage: when and where and how
2128    We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow,
2129    I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,
2130    That thou consent to marry us to-day.
2131
2132FRIAR LAURENCE
2133
2134    Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
2135    Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,
2136    So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies
2137    Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
2138    Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine
2139    Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!
2140    How much salt water thrown away in waste,
2141    To season love, that of it doth not taste!
2142    The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
2143    Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;
2144    Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
2145    Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet:
2146    If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine,
2147    Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline:
2148    And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then,
2149    Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.
2150
2151ROMEO
2152
2153    Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.
2154
2155FRIAR LAURENCE
2156
2157    For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.
2158
2159ROMEO
2160
2161    And bad'st me bury love.
2162
2163FRIAR LAURENCE
2164
2165    Not in a grave,
2166    To lay one in, another out to have.
2167
2168ROMEO
2169
2170    I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now
2171    Doth grace for grace and love for love allow;
2172    The other did not so.
2173
2174FRIAR LAURENCE
2175
2176    O, she knew well
2177    Thy love did read by rote and could not spell.
2178    But come, young waverer, come, go with me,
2179    In one respect I'll thy assistant be;
2180    For this alliance may so happy prove,
2181    To turn your households' rancour to pure love.
2182
2183ROMEO
2184
2185    O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.
2186
2187FRIAR LAURENCE
2188
2189    Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
2190
2191    Exeunt
2192
2193SCENE IV. A street.
2194
2195    Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO 
2196
2197MERCUTIO
2198
2199    Where the devil should this Romeo be?
2200    Came he not home to-night?
2201
2202BENVOLIO
2203
2204    Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.
2205
2206MERCUTIO
2207
2208    Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline.
2209    Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.
2210
2211BENVOLIO
2212
2213    Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,
2214    Hath sent a letter to his father's house.
2215
2216MERCUTIO
2217
2218    A challenge, on my life.
2219
2220BENVOLIO
2221
2222    Romeo will answer it.
2223
2224MERCUTIO
2225
2226    Any man that can write may answer a letter.
2227
2228BENVOLIO
2229
2230    Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he
2231    dares, being dared.
2232
2233MERCUTIO
2234
2235    Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead; stabbed with a
2236    white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a
2237    love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the
2238    blind bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man to
2239    encounter Tybalt?
2240
2241BENVOLIO
2242
2243    Why, what is Tybalt?
2244
2245MERCUTIO
2246
2247    More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is
2248    the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as
2249    you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and
2250    proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and
2251    the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk
2252    button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the
2253    very first house, of the first and second cause:
2254    ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the
2255    hai!
2256
2257BENVOLIO
2258
2259    The what?
2260
2261MERCUTIO
2262
2263    The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting
2264    fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! 'By Jesu,
2265    a very good blade! a very tall man! a very good
2266    whore!' Why, is not this a lamentable thing,
2267    grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with
2268    these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these
2269    perdona-mi's, who stand so much on the new form,
2270    that they cannot at ease on the old bench? O, their
2271    bones, their bones!
2272
2273    Enter ROMEO
2274
2275BENVOLIO
2276
2277    Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.
2278
2279MERCUTIO
2280
2281    Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh,
2282    how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers
2283    that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a
2284    kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to
2285    be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy;
2286    Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey
2287    eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior
2288    Romeo, bon jour! there's a French salutation
2289    to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit
2290    fairly last night.
2291
2292ROMEO
2293
2294    Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?
2295
2296MERCUTIO
2297
2298    The ship, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?
2299
2300ROMEO
2301
2302    Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in
2303    such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
2304
2305MERCUTIO
2306
2307    That's as much as to say, such a case as yours
2308    constrains a man to bow in the hams.
2309
2310ROMEO
2311
2312    Meaning, to court'sy.
2313
2314MERCUTIO
2315
2316    Thou hast most kindly hit it.
2317
2318ROMEO
2319
2320    A most courteous exposition.
2321
2322MERCUTIO
2323
2324    Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
2325
2326ROMEO
2327
2328    Pink for flower.
2329
2330MERCUTIO
2331
2332    Right.
2333
2334ROMEO
2335
2336    Why, then is my pump well flowered.
2337
2338MERCUTIO
2339
2340    Well said: follow me this jest now till thou hast
2341    worn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it
2342    is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular.
2343
2344ROMEO
2345
2346    O single-soled jest, solely singular for the
2347    singleness.
2348
2349MERCUTIO
2350
2351    Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint.
2352
2353ROMEO
2354
2355    Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match.
2356
2357MERCUTIO
2358
2359    Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have
2360    done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of
2361    thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five:
2362    was I with you there for the goose?
2363
2364ROMEO
2365
2366    Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast
2367    not there for the goose.
2368
2369MERCUTIO
2370
2371    I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.
2372
2373ROMEO
2374
2375    Nay, good goose, bite not.
2376
2377MERCUTIO
2378
2379    Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most
2380    sharp sauce.
2381
2382ROMEO
2383
2384    And is it not well served in to a sweet goose?
2385
2386MERCUTIO
2387
2388    O here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an
2389    inch narrow to an ell broad!
2390
2391ROMEO
2392
2393    I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added
2394    to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.
2395
2396MERCUTIO
2397
2398    Why, is not this better now than groaning for love?
2399    now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art
2400    thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:
2401    for this drivelling love is like a great natural,
2402    that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole.
2403
2404BENVOLIO
2405
2406    Stop there, stop there.
2407
2408MERCUTIO
2409
2410    Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.
2411
2412BENVOLIO
2413
2414    Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.
2415
2416MERCUTIO
2417
2418    O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short:
2419    for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and
2420    meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer.
2421
2422ROMEO
2423
2424    Here's goodly gear!
2425
2426    Enter Nurse and PETER
2427
2428MERCUTIO
2429
2430    A sail, a sail!
2431
2432BENVOLIO
2433
2434    Two, two; a shirt and a smock.
2435
2436Nurse
2437
2438    Peter!
2439
2440PETER
2441
2442    Anon!
2443
2444Nurse
2445
2446    My fan, Peter.
2447
2448MERCUTIO
2449
2450    Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the
2451    fairer face.
2452
2453Nurse
2454
2455    God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
2456
2457MERCUTIO
2458
2459    God ye good den, fair gentlewoman.
2460
2461Nurse
2462
2463    Is it good den?
2464
2465MERCUTIO
2466
2467    'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the
2468    dial is now upon the prick of noon.
2469
2470Nurse
2471
2472    Out upon you! what a man are you!
2473
2474ROMEO
2475
2476    One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to
2477    mar.
2478
2479Nurse
2480
2481    By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,'
2482    quoth a'? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I
2483    may find the young Romeo?
2484
2485ROMEO
2486
2487    I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when
2488    you have found him than he was when you sought him:
2489    I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.
2490
2491Nurse
2492
2493    You say well.
2494
2495MERCUTIO
2496
2497    Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith;
2498    wisely, wisely.
2499
2500Nurse
2501
2502    if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with
2503    you.
2504
2505BENVOLIO
2506
2507    She will indite him to some supper.
2508
2509MERCUTIO
2510
2511    A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! so ho!
2512
2513ROMEO
2514
2515    What hast thou found?
2516
2517MERCUTIO
2518
2519    No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie,
2520    that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.
2521
2522    Sings
2523    An old hare hoar,
2524    And an old hare hoar,
2525    Is very good meat in lent
2526    But a hare that is hoar
2527    Is too much for a score,
2528    When it hoars ere it be spent.
2529    Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll
2530    to dinner, thither.
2531
2532ROMEO
2533
2534    I will follow you.
2535
2536MERCUTIO
2537
2538    Farewell, ancient lady; farewell,
2539
2540    Singing
2541    'lady, lady, lady.'
2542
2543    Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO
2544
2545Nurse
2546
2547    Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucy
2548    merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?
2549
2550ROMEO
2551
2552    A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk,
2553    and will speak more in a minute than he will stand
2554    to in a month.
2555
2556Nurse
2557
2558    An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him
2559    down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such
2560    Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall.
2561    Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am
2562    none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by
2563    too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?
2564
2565PETER
2566
2567    I saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weapon
2568    should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare
2569    draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a
2570    good quarrel, and the law on my side.
2571
2572Nurse
2573
2574    Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about
2575    me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word:
2576    and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you
2577    out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself:
2578    but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into
2579    a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross
2580    kind of behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman
2581    is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double
2582    with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered
2583    to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.
2584
2585ROMEO
2586
2587    Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I
2588    protest unto thee--
2589
2590Nurse
2591
2592    Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much:
2593    Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman.
2594
2595ROMEO
2596
2597    What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me.
2598
2599Nurse
2600
2601    I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as
2602    I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.
2603
2604ROMEO
2605
2606    Bid her devise
2607    Some means to come to shrift this afternoon;
2608    And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell
2609    Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains.
2610
2611Nurse
2612
2613    No truly sir; not a penny.
2614
2615ROMEO
2616
2617    Go to; I say you shall.
2618
2619Nurse
2620
2621    This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there.
2622
2623ROMEO
2624
2625    And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall:
2626    Within this hour my man shall be with thee
2627    And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair;
2628    Which to the high top-gallant of my joy
2629    Must be my convoy in the secret night.
2630    Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains:
2631    Farewell; commend me to thy mistress.
2632
2633Nurse
2634
2635    Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir.
2636
2637ROMEO
2638
2639    What say'st thou, my dear nurse?
2640
2641Nurse
2642
2643    Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say,
2644    Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
2645
2646ROMEO
2647
2648    I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel.
2649
2650NURSE
2651
2652    Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady--Lord,
2653    Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing:--O, there
2654    is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain
2655    lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief
2656    see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her
2657    sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer
2658    man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks
2659    as pale as any clout in the versal world. Doth not
2660    rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?
2661
2662ROMEO
2663
2664    Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R.
2665
2666Nurse
2667
2668    Ah. mocker! that's the dog's name; R is for
2669    the--No; I know it begins with some other
2670    letter:--and she hath the prettiest sententious of
2671    it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good
2672    to hear it.
2673
2674ROMEO
2675
2676    Commend me to thy lady.
2677
2678Nurse
2679
2680    Ay, a thousand times.
2681
2682    Exit Romeo
2683    Peter!
2684
2685PETER
2686
2687    Anon!
2688
2689Nurse
2690
2691    Peter, take my fan, and go before and apace.
2692
2693    Exeunt
2694
2695SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.
2696
2697    Enter JULIET 
2698
2699JULIET
2700
2701    The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;
2702    In half an hour she promised to return.
2703    Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so.
2704    O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts,
2705    Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
2706    Driving back shadows over louring hills:
2707    Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
2708    And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
2709    Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
2710    Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve
2711    Is three long hours, yet she is not come.
2712    Had she affections and warm youthful blood,
2713    She would be as swift in motion as a ball;
2714    My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
2715    And his to me:
2716    But old folks, many feign as they were dead;
2717    Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
2718    O God, she comes!
2719
2720    Enter Nurse and PETER
2721    O honey nurse, what news?
2722    Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.
2723
2724Nurse
2725
2726    Peter, stay at the gate.
2727
2728    Exit PETER
2729
2730JULIET
2731
2732    Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad?
2733    Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;
2734    If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news
2735    By playing it to me with so sour a face.
2736
2737Nurse
2738
2739    I am a-weary, give me leave awhile:
2740    Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had!
2741
2742JULIET
2743
2744    I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news:
2745    Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak.
2746
2747Nurse
2748
2749    Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile?
2750    Do you not see that I am out of breath?
2751
2752JULIET
2753
2754    How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath
2755    To say to me that thou art out of breath?
2756    The excuse that thou dost make in this delay
2757    Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.
2758    Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that;
2759    Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:
2760    Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad?
2761
2762Nurse
2763
2764    Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not
2765    how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his
2766    face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels
2767    all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body,
2768    though they be not to be talked on, yet they are
2769    past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy,
2770    but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy
2771    ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home?
2772
2773JULIET
2774
2775    No, no: but all this did I know before.
2776    What says he of our marriage? what of that?
2777
2778Nurse
2779
2780    Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I!
2781    It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
2782    My back o' t' other side,--O, my back, my back!
2783    Beshrew your heart for sending me about,
2784    To catch my death with jaunting up and down!
2785
2786JULIET
2787
2788    I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.
2789    Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?
2790
2791Nurse
2792
2793    Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a
2794    courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I
2795    warrant, a virtuous,--Where is your mother?
2796
2797JULIET
2798
2799    Where is my mother! why, she is within;
2800    Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest!
2801    'Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
2802    Where is your mother?'
2803
2804Nurse
2805
2806    O God's lady dear!
2807    Are you so hot? marry, come up, I trow;
2808    Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
2809    Henceforward do your messages yourself.
2810
2811JULIET
2812
2813    Here's such a coil! come, what says Romeo?
2814
2815Nurse
2816
2817    Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?
2818
2819JULIET
2820
2821    I have.
2822
2823Nurse
2824
2825    Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell;
2826    There stays a husband to make you a wife:
2827    Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
2828    They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.
2829    Hie you to church; I must another way,
2830    To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
2831    Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark:
2832    I am the drudge and toil in your delight,
2833    But you shall bear the burden soon at night.
2834    Go; I'll to dinner: hie you to the cell.
2835
2836JULIET
2837
2838    Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell.
2839
2840    Exeunt
2841
2842SCENE VI. Friar Laurence's cell.
2843
2844    Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO 
2845
2846FRIAR LAURENCE
2847
2848    So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
2849    That after hours with sorrow chide us not!
2850
2851ROMEO
2852
2853    Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
2854    It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
2855    That one short minute gives me in her sight:
2856    Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
2857    Then love-devouring death do what he dare;
2858    It is enough I may but call her mine.
2859
2860FRIAR LAURENCE
2861
2862    These violent delights have violent ends
2863    And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
2864    Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey
2865    Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
2866    And in the taste confounds the appetite:
2867    Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
2868    Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
2869
2870    Enter JULIET
2871    Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot
2872    Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint:
2873    A lover may bestride the gossamer
2874    That idles in the wanton summer air,
2875    And yet not fall; so light is vanity.
2876
2877JULIET
2878
2879    Good even to my ghostly confessor.
2880
2881FRIAR LAURENCE
2882
2883    Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
2884
2885JULIET
2886
2887    As much to him, else is his thanks too much.
2888
2889ROMEO
2890
2891    Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
2892    Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more
2893    To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
2894    This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue
2895    Unfold the imagined happiness that both
2896    Receive in either by this dear encounter.
2897
2898JULIET
2899
2900    Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
2901    Brags of his substance, not of ornament:
2902    They are but beggars that can count their worth;
2903    But my true love is grown to such excess
2904    I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
2905
2906FRIAR LAURENCE
2907
2908    Come, come with me, and we will make short work;
2909    For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone
2910    Till holy church incorporate two in one.
2911
2912    Exeunt
2913
2914ACT III
2915SCENE I. A public place.
2916
2917    Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants 
2918
2919BENVOLIO
2920
2921    I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:
2922    The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,
2923    And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;
2924    For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
2925
2926MERCUTIO
2927
2928    Thou art like one of those fellows that when he
2929    enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword
2930    upon the table and says 'God send me no need of
2931    thee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws
2932    it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.
2933
2934BENVOLIO
2935
2936    Am I like such a fellow?
2937
2938MERCUTIO
2939
2940    Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as
2941    any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as
2942    soon moody to be moved.
2943
2944BENVOLIO
2945
2946    And what to?
2947
2948MERCUTIO
2949
2950    Nay, an there were two such, we should have none
2951    shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why,
2952    thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more,
2953    or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou
2954    wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no
2955    other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what
2956    eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?
2957    Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of
2958    meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as
2959    an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a
2960    man for coughing in the street, because he hath
2961    wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun:
2962    didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing
2963    his new doublet before Easter? with another, for
2964    tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou
2965    wilt tutor me from quarrelling!
2966
2967BENVOLIO
2968
2969    An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man
2970    should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.
2971
2972MERCUTIO
2973
2974    The fee-simple! O simple!
2975
2976BENVOLIO
2977
2978    By my head, here come the Capulets.
2979
2980MERCUTIO
2981
2982    By my heel, I care not.
2983
2984    Enter TYBALT and others
2985
2986TYBALT
2987
2988    Follow me close, for I will speak to them.
2989    Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.
2990
2991MERCUTIO
2992
2993    And but one word with one of us? couple it with
2994    something; make it a word and a blow.
2995
2996TYBALT
2997
2998    You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you
2999    will give me occasion.
3000
3001MERCUTIO
3002
3003    Could you not take some occasion without giving?
3004
3005TYBALT
3006
3007    Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,--
3008
3009MERCUTIO
3010
3011    Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an
3012    thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but
3013    discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall
3014    make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!
3015
3016BENVOLIO
3017
3018    We talk here in the public haunt of men:
3019    Either withdraw unto some private place,
3020    And reason coldly of your grievances,
3021    Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.
3022
3023MERCUTIO
3024
3025    Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;
3026    I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
3027
3028    Enter ROMEO
3029
3030TYBALT
3031
3032    Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.
3033
3034MERCUTIO
3035
3036    But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery:
3037    Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower;
3038    Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.'
3039
3040TYBALT
3041
3042    Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford
3043    No better term than this,--thou art a villain.
3044
3045ROMEO
3046
3047    Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
3048    Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
3049    To such a greeting: villain am I none;
3050    Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.
3051
3052TYBALT
3053
3054    Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
3055    That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.
3056
3057ROMEO
3058
3059    I do protest, I never injured thee,
3060    But love thee better than thou canst devise,
3061    Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:
3062    And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender
3063    As dearly as my own,--be satisfied.
3064
3065MERCUTIO
3066
3067    O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!
3068    Alla stoccata carries it away.
3069
3070    Draws
3071    Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?
3072
3073TYBALT
3074
3075    What wouldst thou have with me?
3076
3077MERCUTIO
3078
3079    Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine
3080    lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you
3081    shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the
3082    eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher
3083    by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your
3084    ears ere it be out.
3085
3086TYBALT
3087
3088    I am for you.
3089
3090    Drawing
3091
3092ROMEO
3093
3094    Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
3095
3096MERCUTIO
3097
3098    Come, sir, your passado.
3099
3100    They fight
3101
3102ROMEO
3103
3104    Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.
3105    Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage!
3106    Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath
3107    Forbidden bandying in Verona streets:
3108    Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio!
3109
3110    TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies with his followers
3111
3112MERCUTIO
3113
3114    I am hurt.
3115    A plague o' both your houses! I am sped.
3116    Is he gone, and hath nothing?
3117
3118BENVOLIO
3119
3120    What, art thou hurt?
3121
3122MERCUTIO
3123
3124    Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.
3125    Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.
3126
3127    Exit Page
3128
3129ROMEO
3130
3131    Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
3132
3133MERCUTIO
3134
3135    No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a
3136    church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for
3137    me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I
3138    am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o'
3139    both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a
3140    cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a
3141    rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of
3142    arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I
3143    was hurt under your arm.
3144
3145ROMEO
3146
3147    I thought all for the best.
3148
3149MERCUTIO
3150
3151    Help me into some house, Benvolio,
3152    Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses!
3153    They have made worms' meat of me: I have it,
3154    And soundly too: your houses!
3155
3156    Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO
3157
3158ROMEO
3159
3160    This gentleman, the prince's near ally,
3161    My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
3162    In my behalf; my reputation stain'd
3163    With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour
3164    Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet,
3165    Thy beauty hath made me effeminate
3166    And in my temper soften'd valour's steel!
3167
3168    Re-enter BENVOLIO
3169
3170BENVOLIO
3171
3172    O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!
3173    That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,
3174    Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
3175
3176ROMEO
3177
3178    This day's black fate on more days doth depend;
3179    This but begins the woe, others must end.
3180
3181BENVOLIO
3182
3183    Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
3184
3185ROMEO
3186
3187    Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!
3188    Away to heaven, respective lenity,
3189    And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!
3190
3191    Re-enter TYBALT
3192    Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,
3193    That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul
3194    Is but a little way above our heads,
3195    Staying for thine to keep him company:
3196    Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.
3197
3198TYBALT
3199
3200    Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
3201    Shalt with him hence.
3202
3203ROMEO
3204
3205    This shall determine that.
3206
3207    They fight; TYBALT falls
3208
3209BENVOLIO
3210
3211    Romeo, away, be gone!
3212    The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.
3213    Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death,
3214    If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!
3215
3216ROMEO
3217
3218    O, I am fortune's fool!
3219
3220BENVOLIO
3221
3222    Why dost thou stay?
3223
3224    Exit ROMEO
3225
3226    Enter Citizens, & c
3227
3228First Citizen
3229
3230    Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?
3231    Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?
3232
3233BENVOLIO
3234
3235    There lies that Tybalt.
3236
3237First Citizen
3238
3239    Up, sir, go with me;
3240    I charge thee in the princes name, obey.
3241
3242    Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives, and others
3243
3244PRINCE
3245
3246    Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
3247
3248BENVOLIO
3249
3250    O noble prince, I can discover all
3251    The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:
3252    There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,
3253    That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
3254
3255LADY CAPULET
3256
3257    Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child!
3258    O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt
3259    O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,
3260    For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.
3261    O cousin, cousin!
3262
3263PRINCE
3264
3265    Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?
3266
3267BENVOLIO
3268
3269    Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;
3270    Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink
3271    How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal
3272    Your high displeasure: all this uttered
3273    With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,
3274    Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
3275    Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts
3276    With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast,
3277    Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point,
3278    And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats
3279    Cold death aside, and with the other sends
3280    It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity,
3281    Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,
3282    'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than
3283    his tongue,
3284    His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
3285    And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm
3286    An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
3287    Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;
3288    But by and by comes back to Romeo,
3289    Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,
3290    And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I
3291    Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain.
3292    And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.
3293    This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
3294
3295LADY CAPULET
3296
3297    He is a kinsman to the Montague;
3298    Affection makes him false; he speaks not true:
3299    Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,
3300    And all those twenty could but kill one life.
3301    I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;
3302    Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.
3303
3304PRINCE
3305
3306    Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
3307    Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
3308
3309MONTAGUE
3310
3311    Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend;
3312    His fault concludes but what the law should end,
3313    The life of Tybalt.
3314
3315PRINCE
3316
3317    And for that offence
3318    Immediately we do exile him hence:
3319    I have an interest in your hate's proceeding,
3320    My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;
3321    But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine
3322    That you shall all repent the loss of mine:
3323    I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;
3324    Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses:
3325    Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste,
3326    Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.
3327    Bear hence this body and attend our will:
3328    Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
3329
3330    Exeunt
3331
3332SCENE II. Capulet's orchard.
3333
3334    Enter JULIET 
3335
3336JULIET
3337
3338    Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
3339    Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner
3340    As Phaethon would whip you to the west,
3341    And bring in cloudy night immediately.
3342    Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,
3343    That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo
3344    Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.
3345    Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
3346    By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,
3347    It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,
3348    Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
3349    And learn me how to lose a winning match,
3350    Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:
3351    Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,
3352    With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold,
3353    Think true love acted simple modesty.
3354    Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
3355    For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
3356    Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
3357    Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
3358    Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
3359    Take him and cut him out in little stars,
3360    And he will make the face of heaven so fine
3361    That all the world will be in love with night
3362    And pay no worship to the garish sun.
3363    O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
3364    But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold,
3365    Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day
3366    As is the night before some festival
3367    To an impatient child that hath new robes
3368    And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,
3369    And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks
3370    But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.
3371
3372    Enter Nurse, with cords
3373    Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords
3374    That Romeo bid thee fetch?
3375
3376Nurse
3377
3378    Ay, ay, the cords.
3379
3380    Throws them down
3381
3382JULIET
3383
3384    Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?
3385
3386Nurse
3387
3388    Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead!
3389    We are undone, lady, we are undone!
3390    Alack the day! he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead!
3391
3392JULIET
3393
3394    Can heaven be so envious?
3395
3396Nurse
3397
3398    Romeo can,
3399    Though heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo!
3400    Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!
3401
3402JULIET
3403
3404    What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?
3405    This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
3406    Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but 'I,'
3407    And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more
3408    Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice:
3409    I am not I, if there be such an I;
3410    Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.'
3411    If he be slain, say 'I'; or if not, no:
3412    Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe.
3413
3414Nurse
3415
3416    I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,--
3417    God save the mark!--here on his manly breast:
3418    A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;
3419    Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,
3420    All in gore-blood; I swounded at the sight.
3421
3422JULIET
3423
3424    O, break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once!
3425    To prison, eyes, ne'er look on liberty!
3426    Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here;
3427    And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!
3428
3429Nurse
3430
3431    O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!
3432    O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!
3433    That ever I should live to see thee dead!
3434
3435JULIET
3436
3437    What storm is this that blows so contrary?
3438    Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead?
3439    My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord?
3440    Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!
3441    For who is living, if those two are gone?
3442
3443Nurse
3444
3445    Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;
3446    Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.
3447
3448JULIET
3449
3450    O God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?
3451
3452Nurse
3453
3454    It did, it did; alas the day, it did!
3455
3456JULIET
3457
3458    O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
3459    Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
3460    Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
3461    Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb!
3462    Despised substance of divinest show!
3463    Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,
3464    A damned saint, an honourable villain!
3465    O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell,
3466    When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend
3467    In moral paradise of such sweet flesh?
3468    Was ever book containing such vile matter
3469    So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell
3470    In such a gorgeous palace!
3471
3472Nurse
3473
3474    There's no trust,
3475    No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured,
3476    All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.
3477    Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitae:
3478    These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.
3479    Shame come to Romeo!
3480
3481JULIET
3482
3483    Blister'd be thy tongue
3484    For such a wish! he was not born to shame:
3485    Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit;
3486    For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd
3487    Sole monarch of the universal earth.
3488    O, what a beast was I to chide at him!
3489
3490Nurse
3491
3492    Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?
3493
3494JULIET
3495
3496    Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
3497    Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,
3498    When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?
3499    But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?
3500    That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband:
3501    Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;
3502    Your tributary drops belong to woe,
3503    Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.
3504    My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain;
3505    And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband:
3506    All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?
3507    Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death,
3508    That murder'd me: I would forget it fain;
3509    But, O, it presses to my memory,
3510    Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds:
3511    'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo--banished;'
3512    That 'banished,' that one word 'banished,'
3513    Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death
3514    Was woe enough, if it had ended there:
3515    Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship
3516    And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,
3517    Why follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,'
3518    Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,
3519    Which modern lamentations might have moved?
3520    But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death,
3521    'Romeo is banished,' to speak that word,
3522    Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
3523    All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banished!'
3524    There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
3525    In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.
3526    Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?
3527
3528Nurse
3529
3530    Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:
3531    Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.
3532
3533JULIET
3534
3535    Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent,
3536    When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.
3537    Take up those cords: poor ropes, you are beguiled,
3538    Both you and I; for Romeo is exiled:
3539    He made you for a highway to my bed;
3540    But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.
3541    Come, cords, come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed;
3542    And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!
3543
3544Nurse
3545
3546    Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo
3547    To comfort you: I wot well where he is.
3548    Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night:
3549    I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell.
3550
3551JULIET
3552
3553    O, find him! give this ring to my true knight,
3554    And bid him come to take his last farewell.
3555
3556    Exeunt
3557
3558SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell.
3559
3560    Enter FRIAR LAURENCE 
3561
3562FRIAR LAURENCE
3563
3564    Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man:
3565    Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,
3566    And thou art wedded to calamity.
3567
3568    Enter ROMEO
3569
3570ROMEO
3571
3572    Father, what news? what is the prince's doom?
3573    What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,
3574    That I yet know not?
3575
3576FRIAR LAURENCE
3577
3578    Too familiar
3579    Is my dear son with such sour company:
3580    I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.
3581
3582ROMEO
3583
3584    What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom?
3585
3586FRIAR LAURENCE
3587
3588    A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips,
3589    Not body's death, but body's banishment.
3590
3591ROMEO
3592
3593    Ha, banishment! be merciful, say 'death;'
3594    For exile hath more terror in his look,
3595    Much more than death: do not say 'banishment.'
3596
3597FRIAR LAURENCE
3598
3599    Hence from Verona art thou banished:
3600    Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
3601
3602ROMEO
3603
3604    There is no world without Verona walls,
3605    But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
3606    Hence-banished is banish'd from the world,
3607    And world's exile is death: then banished,
3608    Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment,
3609    Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe,
3610    And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.
3611
3612FRIAR LAURENCE
3613
3614    O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
3615    Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince,
3616    Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,
3617    And turn'd that black word death to banishment:
3618    This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.
3619
3620ROMEO
3621
3622    'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,
3623    Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog
3624    And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
3625    Live here in heaven and may look on her;
3626    But Romeo may not: more validity,
3627    More honourable state, more courtship lives
3628    In carrion-flies than Romeo: they my seize
3629    On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand
3630    And steal immortal blessing from her lips,
3631    Who even in pure and vestal modesty,
3632    Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;
3633    But Romeo may not; he is banished:
3634    Flies may do this, but I from this must fly:
3635    They are free men, but I am banished.
3636    And say'st thou yet that exile is not death?
3637    Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife,
3638    No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,
3639    But 'banished' to kill me?--'banished'?
3640    O friar, the damned use that word in hell;
3641    Howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart,
3642    Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
3643    A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,
3644    To mangle me with that word 'banished'?
3645
3646FRIAR LAURENCE
3647
3648    Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.
3649
3650ROMEO
3651
3652    O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.
3653
3654FRIAR LAURENCE
3655
3656    I'll give thee armour to keep off that word:
3657    Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
3658    To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
3659
3660ROMEO
3661
3662    Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy!
3663    Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
3664    Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom,
3665    It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more.
3666
3667FRIAR LAURENCE
3668
3669    O, then I see that madmen have no ears.
3670
3671ROMEO
3672
3673    How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?
3674
3675FRIAR LAURENCE
3676
3677    Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.
3678
3679ROMEO
3680
3681    Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:
3682    Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
3683    An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,
3684    Doting like me and like me banished,
3685    Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,
3686    And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
3687    Taking the measure of an unmade grave.
3688
3689    Knocking within
3690
3691FRIAR LAURENCE
3692
3693    Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.
3694
3695ROMEO
3696
3697    Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans,
3698    Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes.
3699
3700    Knocking
3701
3702FRIAR LAURENCE
3703
3704    Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, arise;
3705    Thou wilt be taken. Stay awhile! Stand up;
3706
3707    Knocking
3708    Run to my study. By and by! God's will,
3709    What simpleness is this! I come, I come!
3710
3711    Knocking
3712    Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will?
3713
3714Nurse
3715
3716    [Within] Let me come in, and you shall know
3717    my errand;
3718    I come from Lady Juliet.
3719
3720FRIAR LAURENCE
3721
3722    Welcome, then.
3723
3724    Enter Nurse
3725
3726Nurse
3727
3728    O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,
3729    Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo?
3730
3731FRIAR LAURENCE
3732
3733    There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.
3734
3735Nurse
3736
3737    O, he is even in my mistress' case,
3738    Just in her case! O woful sympathy!
3739    Piteous predicament! Even so lies she,
3740    Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.
3741    Stand up, stand up; stand, and you be a man:
3742    For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;
3743    Why should you fall into so deep an O?
3744
3745ROMEO
3746
3747    Nurse!
3748
3749Nurse
3750
3751    Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death's the end of all.
3752
3753ROMEO
3754
3755    Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her?
3756    Doth she not think me an old murderer,
3757    Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy
3758    With blood removed but little from her own?
3759    Where is she? and how doth she? and what says
3760    My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?
3761
3762Nurse
3763
3764    O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;
3765    And now falls on her bed; and then starts up,
3766    And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,
3767    And then down falls again.
3768
3769ROMEO
3770
3771    As if that name,
3772    Shot from the deadly level of a gun,
3773    Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand
3774    Murder'd her kinsman. O, tell me, friar, tell me,
3775    In what vile part of this anatomy
3776    Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack
3777    The hateful mansion.
3778
3779    Drawing his sword
3780
3781FRIAR LAURENCE
3782
3783    Hold thy desperate hand:
3784    Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art:
3785    Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote
3786    The unreasonable fury of a beast:
3787    Unseemly woman in a seeming man!
3788    Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!
3789    Thou hast amazed me: by my holy order,
3790    I thought thy disposition better temper'd.
3791    Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?
3792    And stay thy lady too that lives in thee,
3793    By doing damned hate upon thyself?
3794    Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth?
3795    Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet
3796    In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose.
3797    Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit;
3798    Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all,
3799    And usest none in that true use indeed
3800    Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit:
3801    Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,
3802    Digressing from the valour of a man;
3803    Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury,
3804    Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish;
3805    Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
3806    Misshapen in the conduct of them both,
3807    Like powder in a skitless soldier's flask,
3808    Is set afire by thine own ignorance,
3809    And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.
3810    What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
3811    For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;
3812    There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
3813    But thou slew'st Tybalt; there are thou happy too:
3814    The law that threaten'd death becomes thy friend
3815    And turns it to exile; there art thou happy:
3816    A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back;
3817    Happiness courts thee in her best array;
3818    But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,
3819    Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:
3820    Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
3821    Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
3822    Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her:
3823    But look thou stay not till the watch be set,
3824    For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
3825    Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time
3826    To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
3827    Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back
3828    With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
3829    Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.
3830    Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady;
3831    And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
3832    Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto:
3833    Romeo is coming.
3834
3835Nurse
3836
3837    O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night
3838    To hear good counsel: O, what learning is!
3839    My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.
3840
3841ROMEO
3842
3843    Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.
3844
3845Nurse
3846
3847    Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir:
3848    Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.
3849
3850    Exit
3851
3852ROMEO
3853
3854    How well my comfort is revived by this!
3855
3856FRIAR LAURENCE
3857
3858    Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state:
3859    Either be gone before the watch be set,
3860    Or by the break of day disguised from hence:
3861    Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
3862    And he shall signify from time to time
3863    Every good hap to you that chances here:
3864    Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night.
3865
3866ROMEO
3867
3868    But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
3869    It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell.
3870
3871    Exeunt
3872
3873SCENE IV. A room in Capulet's house.
3874
3875    Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS 
3876
3877CAPULET
3878
3879    Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily,
3880    That we have had no time to move our daughter:
3881    Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly,
3882    And so did I:--Well, we were born to die.
3883    'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night:
3884    I promise you, but for your company,
3885    I would have been a-bed an hour ago.
3886
3887PARIS
3888
3889    These times of woe afford no time to woo.
3890    Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.
3891
3892LADY CAPULET
3893
3894    I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;
3895    To-night she is mew'd up to her heaviness.
3896
3897CAPULET
3898
3899    Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
3900    Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled
3901    In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not.
3902    Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;
3903    Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love;
3904    And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next--
3905    But, soft! what day is this?
3906
3907PARIS
3908
3909    Monday, my lord,
3910
3911CAPULET
3912
3913    Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon,
3914    O' Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her,
3915    She shall be married to this noble earl.
3916    Will you be ready? do you like this haste?
3917    We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two;
3918    For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,
3919    It may be thought we held him carelessly,
3920    Being our kinsman, if we revel much:
3921    Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,
3922    And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?
3923
3924PARIS
3925
3926    My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.
3927
3928CAPULET
3929
3930    Well get you gone: o' Thursday be it, then.
3931    Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,
3932    Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.
3933    Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho!
3934    Afore me! it is so very very late,
3935    That we may call it early by and by.
3936    Good night.
3937
3938    Exeunt
3939
3940SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.
3941
3942    Enter ROMEO and JULIET above, at the window 
3943
3944JULIET
3945
3946    Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
3947    It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
3948    That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
3949    Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:
3950    Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
3951
3952ROMEO
3953
3954    It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
3955    No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks
3956    Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:
3957    Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
3958    Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
3959    I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
3960
3961JULIET
3962
3963    Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I:
3964    It is some meteor that the sun exhales,
3965    To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
3966    And light thee on thy way to Mantua:
3967    Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone.
3968
3969ROMEO
3970
3971    Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;
3972    I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
3973    I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,
3974    'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;
3975    Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
3976    The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:
3977    I have more care to stay than will to go:
3978    Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
3979    How is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day.
3980
3981JULIET
3982
3983    It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away!
3984    It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
3985    Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
3986    Some say the lark makes sweet division;
3987    This doth not so, for she divideth us:
3988    Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes,
3989    O, now I would they had changed voices too!
3990    Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
3991    Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day,
3992    O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.
3993
3994ROMEO
3995
3996    More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!
3997
3998    Enter Nurse, to the chamber
3999
4000Nurse
4001
4002    Madam!
4003
4004JULIET
4005
4006    Nurse?
4007
4008Nurse
4009
4010    Your lady mother is coming to your chamber:
4011    The day is broke; be wary, look about.
4012
4013    Exit
4014
4015JULIET
4016
4017    Then, window, let day in, and let life out.
4018
4019ROMEO
4020
4021    Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.
4022
4023    He goeth down
4024
4025JULIET
4026
4027    Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend!
4028    I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
4029    For in a minute there are many days:
4030    O, by this count I shall be much in years
4031    Ere I again behold my Romeo!
4032
4033ROMEO
4034
4035    Farewell!
4036    I will omit no opportunity
4037    That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
4038
4039JULIET
4040
4041    O think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
4042
4043ROMEO
4044
4045    I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve
4046    For sweet discourses in our time to come.
4047
4048JULIET
4049
4050    O God, I have an ill-divining soul!
4051    Methinks I see thee, now thou art below,
4052    As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:
4053    Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.
4054
4055ROMEO
4056
4057    And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:
4058    Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!
4059
4060    Exit
4061
4062JULIET
4063
4064    O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:
4065    If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him.
4066    That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune;
4067    For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
4068    But send him back.
4069
4070LADY CAPULET
4071
4072    [Within] Ho, daughter! are you up?
4073
4074JULIET
4075
4076    Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother?
4077    Is she not down so late, or up so early?
4078    What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither?
4079
4080    Enter LADY CAPULET
4081
4082LADY CAPULET
4083
4084    Why, how now, Juliet!
4085
4086JULIET
4087
4088    Madam, I am not well.
4089
4090LADY CAPULET
4091
4092    Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?
4093    What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
4094    An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;
4095    Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of love;
4096    But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
4097
4098JULIET
4099
4100    Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
4101
4102LADY CAPULET
4103
4104    So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
4105    Which you weep for.
4106
4107JULIET
4108
4109    Feeling so the loss,
4110    Cannot choose but ever weep the friend.
4111
4112LADY CAPULET
4113
4114    Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death,
4115    As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.
4116
4117JULIET
4118
4119    What villain madam?
4120
4121LADY CAPULET
4122
4123    That same villain, Romeo.
4124
4125JULIET
4126
4127    [Aside] Villain and he be many miles asunder.--
4128    God Pardon him! I do, with all my heart;
4129    And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.
4130
4131LADY CAPULET
4132
4133    That is, because the traitor murderer lives.
4134
4135JULIET
4136
4137    Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands:
4138    Would none but I might venge my cousin's death!
4139
4140LADY CAPULET
4141
4142    We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:
4143    Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,
4144    Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,
4145    Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram,
4146    That he shall soon keep Tybalt company:
4147    And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.
4148
4149JULIET
4150
4151    Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
4152    With Romeo, till I behold him--dead--
4153    Is my poor heart for a kinsman vex'd.
4154    Madam, if you could find out but a man
4155    To bear a poison, I would temper it;
4156    That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,
4157    Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors
4158    To hear him named, and cannot come to him.
4159    To wreak the love I bore my cousin
4160    Upon his body that slaughter'd him!
4161
4162LADY CAPULET
4163
4164    Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man.
4165    But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
4166
4167JULIET
4168
4169    And joy comes well in such a needy time:
4170    What are they, I beseech your ladyship?
4171
4172LADY CAPULET
4173
4174    Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;
4175    One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
4176    Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,
4177    That thou expect'st not nor I look'd not for.
4178
4179JULIET
4180
4181    Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
4182
4183LADY CAPULET
4184
4185    Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
4186    The gallant, young and noble gentleman,
4187    The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church,
4188    Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
4189
4190JULIET
4191
4192    Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too,
4193    He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
4194    I wonder at this haste; that I must wed
4195    Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo.
4196    I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
4197    I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear,
4198    It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
4199    Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!
4200
4201LADY CAPULET
4202
4203    Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,
4204    And see how he will take it at your hands.
4205
4206    Enter CAPULET and Nurse
4207
4208CAPULET
4209
4210    When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;
4211    But for the sunset of my brother's son
4212    It rains downright.
4213    How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears?
4214    Evermore showering? In one little body
4215    Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind;
4216    For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
4217    Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,
4218    Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;
4219    Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,
4220    Without a sudden calm, will overset
4221    Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife!
4222    Have you deliver'd to her our decree?
4223
4224LADY CAPULET
4225
4226    Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.
4227    I would the fool were married to her grave!
4228
4229CAPULET
4230
4231    Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife.
4232    How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?
4233    Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest,
4234    Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
4235    So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?
4236
4237JULIET
4238
4239    Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you have:
4240    Proud can I never be of what I hate;
4241    But thankful even for hate, that is meant love.
4242
4243CAPULET
4244
4245    How now, how now, chop-logic! What is this?
4246    'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not;'
4247    And yet 'not proud,' mistress minion, you,
4248    Thank me no thankings, nor, proud me no prouds,
4249    But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,
4250    To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church,
4251    Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
4252    Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage!
4253    You tallow-face!
4254
4255LADY CAPULET
4256
4257    Fie, fie! what, are you mad?
4258
4259JULIET
4260
4261    Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
4262    Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
4263
4264CAPULET
4265
4266    Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!
4267    I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday,
4268    Or never after look me in the face:
4269    Speak not, reply not, do not answer me;
4270    My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest
4271    That God had lent us but this only child;
4272    But now I see this one is one too much,
4273    And that we have a curse in having her:
4274    Out on her, hilding!
4275
4276Nurse
4277
4278    God in heaven bless her!
4279    You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
4280
4281CAPULET
4282
4283    And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,
4284    Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.
4285
4286Nurse
4287
4288    I speak no treason.
4289
4290CAPULET
4291
4292    O, God ye god-den.
4293
4294Nurse
4295
4296    May not one speak?
4297
4298CAPULET
4299
4300    Peace, you mumbling fool!
4301    Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl;
4302    For here we need it not.
4303
4304LADY CAPULET
4305
4306    You are too hot.
4307
4308CAPULET
4309
4310    God's bread! it makes me mad:
4311    Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,
4312    Alone, in company, still my care hath been
4313    To have her match'd: and having now provided
4314    A gentleman of noble parentage,
4315    Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,
4316    Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts,
4317    Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man;
4318    And then to have a wretched puling fool,
4319    A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,
4320    To answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love,
4321    I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.'
4322    But, as you will not wed, I'll pardon you:
4323    Graze where you will you shall not house with me:
4324    Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.
4325    Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise:
4326    An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;
4327    And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in
4328    the streets,
4329    For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,
4330    Nor what is mine shall never do thee good:
4331    Trust to't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn.
4332
4333    Exit
4334
4335JULIET
4336
4337    Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
4338    That sees into the bottom of my grief?
4339    O, sweet my mother, cast me not away!
4340    Delay this marriage for a month, a week;
4341    Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
4342    In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
4343
4344LADY CAPULET
4345
4346    Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word:
4347    Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
4348
4349    Exit
4350
4351JULIET
4352
4353    O God!--O nurse, how shall this be prevented?
4354    My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
4355    How shall that faith return again to earth,
4356    Unless that husband send it me from heaven
4357    By leaving earth? comfort me, counsel me.
4358    Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems
4359    Upon so soft a subject as myself!
4360    What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy?
4361    Some comfort, nurse.
4362
4363Nurse
4364
4365    Faith, here it is.
4366    Romeo is banish'd; and all the world to nothing,
4367    That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;
4368    Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
4369    Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
4370    I think it best you married with the county.
4371    O, he's a lovely gentleman!
4372    Romeo's a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam,
4373    Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye
4374    As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
4375    I think you are happy in this second match,
4376    For it excels your first: or if it did not,
4377    Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were,
4378    As living here and you no use of him.
4379
4380JULIET
4381
4382    Speakest thou from thy heart?
4383
4384Nurse
4385
4386    And from my soul too;
4387    Or else beshrew them both.
4388
4389JULIET
4390
4391    Amen!
4392
4393Nurse
4394
4395    What?
4396
4397JULIET
4398
4399    Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.
4400    Go in: and tell my lady I am gone,
4401    Having displeased my father, to Laurence' cell,
4402    To make confession and to be absolved.
4403
4404Nurse
4405
4406    Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.
4407
4408    Exit
4409
4410JULIET
4411
4412    Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
4413    Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
4414    Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
4415    Which she hath praised him with above compare
4416    So many thousand times? Go, counsellor;
4417    Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
4418    I'll to the friar, to know his remedy:
4419    If all else fail, myself have power to die.
4420
4421    Exit
4422
4423ACT IV
4424SCENE I. Friar Laurence's cell.
4425
4426    Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS 
4427
4428FRIAR LAURENCE
4429
4430    On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.
4431
4432PARIS
4433
4434    My father Capulet will have it so;
4435    And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.
4436
4437FRIAR LAURENCE
4438
4439    You say you do not know the lady's mind:
4440    Uneven is the course, I like it not.
4441
4442PARIS
4443
4444    Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,
4445    And therefore have I little talk'd of love;
4446    For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
4447    Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
4448    That she doth give her sorrow so much sway,
4449    And in his wisdom hastes our marriage,
4450    To stop the inundation of her tears;
4451    Which, too much minded by herself alone,
4452    May be put from her by society:
4453    Now do you know the reason of this haste.
4454
4455FRIAR LAURENCE
4456
4457    [Aside] I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.
4458    Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.
4459
4460    Enter JULIET
4461
4462PARIS
4463
4464    Happily met, my lady and my wife!
4465
4466JULIET
4467
4468    That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
4469
4470PARIS
4471
4472    That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.
4473
4474JULIET
4475
4476    What must be shall be.
4477
4478FRIAR LAURENCE
4479
4480    That's a certain text.
4481
4482PARIS
4483
4484    Come you to make confession to this father?
4485
4486JULIET
4487
4488    To answer that, I should confess to you.
4489
4490PARIS
4491
4492    Do not deny to him that you love me.
4493
4494JULIET
4495
4496    I will confess to you that I love him.
4497
4498PARIS
4499
4500    So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.
4501
4502JULIET
4503
4504    If I do so, it will be of more price,
4505    Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.
4506
4507PARIS
4508
4509    Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.
4510
4511JULIET
4512
4513    The tears have got small victory by that;
4514    For it was bad enough before their spite.
4515
4516PARIS
4517
4518    Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report.
4519
4520JULIET
4521
4522    That is no slander, sir, which is a truth;
4523    And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
4524
4525PARIS
4526
4527    Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.
4528
4529JULIET
4530
4531    It may be so, for it is not mine own.
4532    Are you at leisure, holy father, now;
4533    Or shall I come to you at evening mass?
4534
4535FRIAR LAURENCE
4536
4537    My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.
4538    My lord, we must entreat the time alone.
4539
4540PARIS
4541
4542    God shield I should disturb devotion!
4543    Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye:
4544    Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.
4545
4546    Exit
4547
4548JULIET
4549
4550    O shut the door! and when thou hast done so,
4551    Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!
4552
4553FRIAR LAURENCE
4554
4555    Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;
4556    It strains me past the compass of my wits:
4557    I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,
4558    On Thursday next be married to this county.
4559
4560JULIET
4561
4562    Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,
4563    Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:
4564    If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,
4565    Do thou but call my resolution wise,
4566    And with this knife I'll help it presently.
4567    God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;
4568    And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,
4569    Shall be the label to another deed,
4570    Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
4571    Turn to another, this shall slay them both:
4572    Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time,
4573    Give me some present counsel, or, behold,
4574    'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
4575    Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that
4576    Which the commission of thy years and art
4577    Could to no issue of true honour bring.
4578    Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
4579    If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.
4580
4581FRIAR LAURENCE
4582
4583    Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope,
4584    Which craves as desperate an execution.
4585    As that is desperate which we would prevent.
4586    If, rather than to marry County Paris,
4587    Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,
4588    Then is it likely thou wilt undertake
4589    A thing like death to chide away this shame,
4590    That copest with death himself to scape from it:
4591    And, if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy.
4592
4593JULIET
4594
4595    O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
4596    From off the battlements of yonder tower;
4597    Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
4598    Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;
4599    Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
4600    O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
4601    With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;
4602    Or bid me go into a new-made grave
4603    And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
4604    Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;
4605    And I will do it without fear or doubt,
4606    To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.
4607
4608FRIAR LAURENCE
4609
4610    Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent
4611    To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow:
4612    To-morrow night look that thou lie alone;
4613    Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:
4614    Take thou this vial, being then in bed,
4615    And this distilled liquor drink thou off;
4616    When presently through all thy veins shall run
4617    A cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse
4618    Shall keep his native progress, but surcease:
4619    No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest;
4620    The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
4621    To paly ashes, thy eyes' windows fall,
4622    Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;
4623    Each part, deprived of supple government,
4624    Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death:
4625    And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death
4626    Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,
4627    And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
4628    Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes
4629    To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:
4630    Then, as the manner of our country is,
4631    In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier
4632    Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault
4633    Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
4634    In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
4635    Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,
4636    And hither shall he come: and he and I
4637    Will watch thy waking, and that very night
4638    Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
4639    And this shall free thee from this present shame;
4640    If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
4641    Abate thy valour in the acting it.
4642
4643JULIET
4644
4645    Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!
4646
4647FRIAR LAURENCE
4648
4649    Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous
4650    In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed
4651    To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.
4652
4653JULIET
4654
4655    Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.
4656    Farewell, dear father!
4657
4658    Exeunt
4659
4660SCENE II. Hall in Capulet's house.
4661
4662    Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and two Servingmen 
4663
4664CAPULET
4665
4666    So many guests invite as here are writ.
4667
4668    Exit First Servant
4669    Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
4670
4671Second Servant
4672
4673    You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they
4674    can lick their fingers.
4675
4676CAPULET
4677
4678    How canst thou try them so?
4679
4680Second Servant
4681
4682    Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his
4683    own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his
4684    fingers goes not with me.
4685
4686CAPULET
4687
4688    Go, be gone.
4689
4690    Exit Second Servant
4691    We shall be much unfurnished for this time.
4692    What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?
4693
4694Nurse
4695
4696    Ay, forsooth.
4697
4698CAPULET
4699
4700    Well, he may chance to do some good on her:
4701    A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.
4702
4703Nurse
4704
4705    See where she comes from shrift with merry look.
4706
4707    Enter JULIET
4708
4709CAPULET
4710
4711    How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?
4712
4713JULIET
4714
4715    Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin
4716    Of disobedient opposition
4717    To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd
4718    By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
4719    And beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you!
4720    Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.
4721
4722CAPULET
4723
4724    Send for the county; go tell him of this:
4725    I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
4726
4727JULIET
4728
4729    I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;
4730    And gave him what becomed love I might,
4731    Not step o'er the bounds of modesty.
4732
4733CAPULET
4734
4735    Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up:
4736    This is as't should be. Let me see the county;
4737    Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.
4738    Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar,
4739    Our whole city is much bound to him.
4740
4741JULIET
4742
4743    Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,
4744    To help me sort such needful ornaments
4745    As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?
4746
4747LADY CAPULET
4748
4749    No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.
4750
4751CAPULET
4752
4753    Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow.
4754
4755    Exeunt JULIET and Nurse
4756
4757LADY CAPULET
4758
4759    We shall be short in our provision:
4760    'Tis now near night.
4761
4762CAPULET
4763
4764    Tush, I will stir about,
4765    And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife:
4766    Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her;
4767    I'll not to bed to-night; let me alone;
4768    I'll play the housewife for this once. What, ho!
4769    They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself
4770    To County Paris, to prepare him up
4771    Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light,
4772    Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.
4773
4774    Exeunt
4775
4776SCENE III. Juliet's chamber.
4777
4778    Enter JULIET and Nurse 
4779
4780JULIET
4781
4782    Ay, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse,
4783    I pray thee, leave me to my self to-night,
4784    For I have need of many orisons
4785    To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
4786    Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin.
4787
4788    Enter LADY CAPULET
4789
4790LADY CAPULET
4791
4792    What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?
4793
4794JULIET
4795
4796    No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries
4797    As are behoveful for our state to-morrow:
4798    So please you, let me now be left alone,
4799    And let the nurse this night sit up with you;
4800    For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,
4801    In this so sudden business.
4802
4803LADY CAPULET
4804
4805    Good night:
4806    Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.
4807
4808    Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse
4809
4810JULIET
4811
4812    Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
4813    I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
4814    That almost freezes up the heat of life:
4815    I'll call them back again to comfort me:
4816    Nurse! What should she do here?
4817    My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
4818    Come, vial.
4819    What if this mixture do not work at all?
4820    Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?
4821    No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there.
4822
4823    Laying down her dagger
4824    What if it be a poison, which the friar
4825    Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead,
4826    Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
4827    Because he married me before to Romeo?
4828    I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not,
4829    For he hath still been tried a holy man.
4830    How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
4831    I wake before the time that Romeo
4832    Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point!
4833    Shall I not, then, be stifled in the vault,
4834    To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
4835    And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
4836    Or, if I live, is it not very like,
4837    The horrible conceit of death and night,
4838    Together with the terror of the place,--
4839    As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
4840    Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
4841    Of all my buried ancestors are packed:
4842    Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
4843    Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,
4844    At some hours in the night spirits resort;--
4845    Alack, alack, is it not like that I,
4846    So early waking, what with loathsome smells,
4847    And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,
4848    That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:--
4849    O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
4850    Environed with all these hideous fears?
4851    And madly play with my forefather's joints?
4852    And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?
4853    And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
4854    As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
4855    O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost
4856    Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
4857    Upon a rapier's point: stay, Tybalt, stay!
4858    Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.
4859
4860    She falls upon her bed, within the curtains
4861
4862SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet's house.
4863
4864    Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse 
4865
4866LADY CAPULET
4867
4868    Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.
4869
4870Nurse
4871
4872    They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
4873
4874    Enter CAPULET
4875
4876CAPULET
4877
4878    Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd,
4879    The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:
4880    Look to the baked meats, good Angelica:
4881    Spare not for the cost.
4882
4883Nurse
4884
4885    Go, you cot-quean, go,
4886    Get you to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrow
4887    For this night's watching.
4888
4889CAPULET
4890
4891    No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now
4892    All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
4893
4894LADY CAPULET
4895
4896    Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;
4897    But I will watch you from such watching now.
4898
4899    Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse
4900
4901CAPULET
4902
4903    A jealous hood, a jealous hood!
4904
4905    Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets
4906    Now, fellow,
4907    What's there?
4908
4909First Servant
4910
4911    Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.
4912
4913CAPULET
4914
4915    Make haste, make haste.
4916
4917    Exit First Servant
4918    Sirrah, fetch drier logs:
4919    Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.
4920
4921Second Servant
4922
4923    I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,
4924    And never trouble Peter for the matter.
4925
4926    Exit
4927
4928CAPULET
4929
4930    Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!
4931    Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day:
4932    The county will be here with music straight,
4933    For so he said he would: I hear him near.
4934
4935    Music within
4936    Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say!
4937
4938    Re-enter Nurse
4939    Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up;
4940    I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste,
4941    Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already:
4942    Make haste, I say.
4943
4944    Exeunt
4945
4946SCENE V. Juliet's chamber.
4947
4948    Enter Nurse 
4949
4950Nurse
4951
4952    Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:
4953    Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed!
4954    Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride!
4955    What, not a word? you take your pennyworths now;
4956    Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
4957    The County Paris hath set up his rest,
4958    That you shall rest but little. God forgive me,
4959    Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep!
4960    I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam!
4961    Ay, let the county take you in your bed;
4962    He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?
4963
4964    Undraws the curtains
4965    What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!
4966    I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady!
4967    Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead!
4968    O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!
4969    Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! my lady!
4970
4971    Enter LADY CAPULET
4972
4973LADY CAPULET
4974
4975    What noise is here?
4976
4977Nurse
4978
4979    O lamentable day!
4980
4981LADY CAPULET
4982
4983    What is the matter?
4984
4985Nurse
4986
4987    Look, look! O heavy day!
4988
4989LADY CAPULET
4990
4991    O me, O me! My child, my only life,
4992    Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!
4993    Help, help! Call help.
4994
4995    Enter CAPULET
4996
4997CAPULET
4998
4999    For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.
5000
5001Nurse
5002
5003    She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day!
5004
5005LADY CAPULET
5006
5007    Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!
5008
5009CAPULET
5010
5011    Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's cold:
5012    Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;
5013    Life and these lips have long been separated:
5014    Death lies on her like an untimely frost
5015    Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
5016
5017Nurse
5018
5019    O lamentable day!
5020
5021LADY CAPULET
5022
5023    O woful time!
5024
5025CAPULET
5026
5027    Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,
5028    Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.
5029
5030    Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians
5031
5032FRIAR LAURENCE
5033
5034    Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
5035
5036CAPULET
5037
5038    Ready to go, but never to return.
5039    O son! the night before thy wedding-day
5040    Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies,
5041    Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
5042    Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;
5043    My daughter he hath wedded: I will die,
5044    And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.
5045
5046PARIS
5047
5048    Have I thought long to see this morning's face,
5049    And doth it give me such a sight as this?
5050
5051LADY CAPULET
5052
5053    Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
5054    Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
5055    In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
5056    But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
5057    But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
5058    And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight!
5059
5060Nurse
5061
5062    O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
5063    Most lamentable day, most woful day,
5064    That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
5065    O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
5066    Never was seen so black a day as this:
5067    O woful day, O woful day!
5068
5069PARIS
5070
5071    Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
5072    Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd,
5073    By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!
5074    O love! O life! not life, but love in death!
5075
5076CAPULET
5077
5078    Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!
5079    Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now
5080    To murder, murder our solemnity?
5081    O child! O child! my soul, and not my child!
5082    Dead art thou! Alack! my child is dead;
5083    And with my child my joys are buried.
5084
5085FRIAR LAURENCE
5086
5087    Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not
5088    In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
5089    Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,
5090    And all the better is it for the maid:
5091    Your part in her you could not keep from death,
5092    But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
5093    The most you sought was her promotion;
5094    For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced:
5095    And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced
5096    Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
5097    O, in this love, you love your child so ill,
5098    That you run mad, seeing that she is well:
5099    She's not well married that lives married long;
5100    But she's best married that dies married young.
5101    Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
5102    On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,
5103    In all her best array bear her to church:
5104    For though fond nature bids us an lament,
5105    Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.
5106
5107CAPULET
5108
5109    All things that we ordained festival,
5110    Turn from their office to black funeral;
5111    Our instruments to melancholy bells,
5112    Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,
5113    Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
5114    Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
5115    And all things change them to the contrary.
5116
5117FRIAR LAURENCE
5118
5119    Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him;
5120    And go, Sir Paris; every one prepare
5121    To follow this fair corse unto her grave:
5122    The heavens do lour upon you for some ill;
5123    Move them no more by crossing their high will.
5124
5125    Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, PARIS, and FRIAR LAURENCE
5126
5127First Musician
5128
5129    Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.
5130
5131Nurse
5132
5133    Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up;
5134    For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.
5135
5136    Exit
5137
5138First Musician
5139
5140    Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
5141
5142    Enter PETER
5143
5144PETER
5145
5146    Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's
5147    ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'
5148
5149First Musician
5150
5151    Why 'Heart's ease?'
5152
5153PETER
5154
5155    O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My
5156    heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump,
5157    to comfort me.
5158
5159First Musician
5160
5161    Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.
5162
5163PETER
5164
5165    You will not, then?
5166
5167First Musician
5168
5169    No.
5170
5171PETER
5172
5173    I will then give it you soundly.
5174
5175First Musician
5176
5177    What will you give us?
5178
5179PETER
5180
5181    No money, on my faith, but the gleek;
5182    I will give you the minstrel.
5183
5184First Musician
5185
5186    Then I will give you the serving-creature.
5187
5188PETER
5189
5190    Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on
5191    your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you,
5192    I'll fa you; do you note me?
5193
5194First Musician
5195
5196    An you re us and fa us, you note us.
5197
5198Second Musician
5199
5200    Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.
5201
5202PETER
5203
5204    Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you
5205    with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer
5206    me like men:
5207    'When griping grief the heart doth wound,
5208    And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
5209    Then music with her silver sound'--
5210    why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver
5211    sound'? What say you, Simon Catling?
5212
5213Musician
5214
5215    Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.
5216
5217PETER
5218
5219    Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck?
5220
5221Second Musician
5222
5223    I say 'silver sound,' because musicians sound for silver.
5224
5225PETER
5226
5227    Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost?
5228
5229Third Musician
5230
5231    Faith, I know not what to say.
5232
5233PETER
5234
5235    O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say
5236    for you. It is 'music with her silver sound,'
5237    because musicians have no gold for sounding:
5238    'Then music with her silver sound
5239    With speedy help doth lend redress.'
5240
5241    Exit
5242
5243First Musician
5244
5245    What a pestilent knave is this same!
5246
5247Second Musician
5248
5249    Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the
5250    mourners, and stay dinner.
5251
5252    Exeunt
5253
5254ACT V
5255SCENE I. Mantua. A street.
5256
5257    Enter ROMEO 
5258
5259ROMEO
5260
5261    If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
5262    My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:
5263    My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;
5264    And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit
5265    Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
5266    I dreamt my lady came and found me dead--
5267    Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave
5268    to think!--
5269    And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,
5270    That I revived, and was an emperor.
5271    Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,
5272    When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!
5273
5274    Enter BALTHASAR, booted
5275    News from Verona!--How now, Balthasar!
5276    Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?
5277    How doth my lady? Is my father well?
5278    How fares my Juliet? that I ask again;
5279    For nothing can be ill, if she be well.
5280
5281BALTHASAR
5282
5283    Then she is well, and nothing can be ill:
5284    Her body sleeps in Capel's monument,
5285    And her immortal part with angels lives.
5286    I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,
5287    And presently took post to tell it you:
5288    O, pardon me for bringing these ill news,
5289    Since you did leave it for my office, sir.
5290
5291ROMEO
5292
5293    Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!
5294    Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper,
5295    And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.
5296
5297BALTHASAR
5298
5299    I do beseech you, sir, have patience:
5300    Your looks are pale and wild, and do import
5301    Some misadventure.
5302
5303ROMEO
5304
5305    Tush, thou art deceived:
5306    Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do.
5307    Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?
5308
5309BALTHASAR
5310
5311    No, my good lord.
5312
5313ROMEO
5314
5315    No matter: get thee gone,
5316    And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.
5317
5318    Exit BALTHASAR
5319    Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.
5320    Let's see for means: O mischief, thou art swift
5321    To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
5322    I do remember an apothecary,--
5323    And hereabouts he dwells,--which late I noted
5324    In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
5325    Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,
5326    Sharp misery had worn him to the bones:
5327    And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
5328    An alligator stuff'd, and other skins
5329    Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
5330    A beggarly account of empty boxes,
5331    Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds,
5332    Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses,
5333    Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.
5334    Noting this penury, to myself I said
5335    'An if a man did need a poison now,
5336    Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
5337    Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.'
5338    O, this same thought did but forerun my need;
5339    And this same needy man must sell it me.
5340    As I remember, this should be the house.
5341    Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
5342    What, ho! apothecary!
5343
5344    Enter Apothecary
5345
5346Apothecary
5347
5348    Who calls so loud?
5349
5350ROMEO
5351
5352    Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor:
5353    Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have
5354    A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear
5355    As will disperse itself through all the veins
5356    That the life-weary taker may fall dead
5357    And that the trunk may be discharged of breath
5358    As violently as hasty powder fired
5359    Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.
5360
5361Apothecary
5362
5363    Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law
5364    Is death to any he that utters them.
5365
5366ROMEO
5367
5368    Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,
5369    And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
5370    Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,
5371    Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back;
5372    The world is not thy friend nor the world's law;
5373    The world affords no law to make thee rich;
5374    Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.
5375
5376Apothecary
5377
5378    My poverty, but not my will, consents.
5379
5380ROMEO
5381
5382    I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
5383
5384Apothecary
5385
5386    Put this in any liquid thing you will,
5387    And drink it off; and, if you had the strength
5388    Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.
5389
5390ROMEO
5391
5392    There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,
5393    Doing more murders in this loathsome world,
5394    Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
5395    I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none.
5396    Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh.
5397    Come, cordial and not poison, go with me
5398    To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.
5399
5400    Exeunt
5401
5402SCENE II. Friar Laurence's cell.
5403
5404    Enter FRIAR JOHN 
5405
5406FRIAR JOHN
5407
5408    Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!
5409
5410    Enter FRIAR LAURENCE
5411
5412FRIAR LAURENCE
5413
5414    This same should be the voice of Friar John.
5415    Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo?
5416    Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.
5417
5418FRIAR JOHN
5419
5420    Going to find a bare-foot brother out
5421    One of our order, to associate me,
5422    Here in this city visiting the sick,
5423    And finding him, the searchers of the town,
5424    Suspecting that we both were in a house
5425    Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
5426    Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth;
5427    So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.
5428
5429FRIAR LAURENCE
5430
5431    Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo?
5432
5433FRIAR JOHN
5434
5435    I could not send it,--here it is again,--
5436    Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
5437    So fearful were they of infection.
5438
5439FRIAR LAURENCE
5440
5441    Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
5442    The letter was not nice but full of charge
5443    Of dear import, and the neglecting it
5444    May do much danger. Friar John, go hence;
5445    Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight
5446    Unto my cell.
5447
5448FRIAR JOHN
5449
5450    Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.
5451
5452    Exit
5453
5454FRIAR LAURENCE
5455
5456    Now must I to the monument alone;
5457    Within three hours will fair Juliet wake:
5458    She will beshrew me much that Romeo
5459    Hath had no notice of these accidents;
5460    But I will write again to Mantua,
5461    And keep her at my cell till Romeo come;
5462    Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb!
5463
5464    Exit
5465
5466SCENE III. A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.
5467
5468    Enter PARIS, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch 
5469
5470PARIS
5471
5472    Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof:
5473    Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
5474    Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along,
5475    Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;
5476    So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,
5477    Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,
5478    But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,
5479    As signal that thou hear'st something approach.
5480    Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.
5481
5482PAGE
5483
5484    [Aside] I am almost afraid to stand alone
5485    Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.
5486
5487    Retires
5488
5489PARIS
5490
5491    Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,--
5492    O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;--
5493    Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,
5494    Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans:
5495    The obsequies that I for thee will keep
5496    Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.
5497
5498    The Page whistles
5499    The boy gives warning something doth approach.
5500    What cursed foot wanders this way to-night,
5501    To cross my obsequies and true love's rite?
5502    What with a torch! muffle me, night, awhile.
5503
5504    Retires
5505
5506    Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, & c
5507
5508ROMEO
5509
5510    Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.
5511    Hold, take this letter; early in the morning
5512    See thou deliver it to my lord and father.
5513    Give me the light: upon thy life, I charge thee,
5514    Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof,
5515    And do not interrupt me in my course.
5516    Why I descend into this bed of death,
5517    Is partly to behold my lady's face;
5518    But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger
5519    A precious ring, a ring that I must use
5520    In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone:
5521    But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry
5522    In what I further shall intend to do,
5523    By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint
5524    And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs:
5525    The time and my intents are savage-wild,
5526    More fierce and more inexorable far
5527    Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.
5528
5529BALTHASAR
5530
5531    I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
5532
5533ROMEO
5534
5535    So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that:
5536    Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow.
5537
5538BALTHASAR
5539
5540    [Aside] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout:
5541    His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.
5542
5543    Retires
5544
5545ROMEO
5546
5547    Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,
5548    Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth,
5549    Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
5550    And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!
5551
5552    Opens the tomb
5553
5554PARIS
5555
5556    This is that banish'd haughty Montague,
5557    That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief,
5558    It is supposed, the fair creature died;
5559    And here is come to do some villanous shame
5560    To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.
5561
5562    Comes forward
5563    Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague!
5564    Can vengeance be pursued further than death?
5565    Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:
5566    Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.
5567
5568ROMEO
5569
5570    I must indeed; and therefore came I hither.
5571    Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man;
5572    Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone;
5573    Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,
5574    Put not another sin upon my head,
5575    By urging me to fury: O, be gone!
5576    By heaven, I love thee better than myself;
5577    For I come hither arm'd against myself:
5578    Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say,
5579    A madman's mercy bade thee run away.
5580
5581PARIS
5582
5583    I do defy thy conjurations,
5584    And apprehend thee for a felon here.
5585
5586ROMEO
5587
5588    Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy!
5589
5590    They fight
5591
5592PAGE
5593
5594    O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.
5595
5596    Exit
5597
5598PARIS
5599
5600    O, I am slain!
5601
5602    Falls
5603    If thou be merciful,
5604    Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
5605
5606    Dies
5607
5608ROMEO
5609
5610    In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.
5611    Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris!
5612    What said my man, when my betossed soul
5613    Did not attend him as we rode? I think
5614    He told me Paris should have married Juliet:
5615    Said he not so? or did I dream it so?
5616    Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
5617    To think it was so? O, give me thy hand,
5618    One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!
5619    I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;
5620    A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth,
5621    For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
5622    This vault a feasting presence full of light.
5623    Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.
5624
5625    Laying PARIS in the tomb
5626    How oft when men are at the point of death
5627    Have they been merry! which their keepers call
5628    A lightning before death: O, how may I
5629    Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife!
5630    Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
5631    Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
5632    Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
5633    Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
5634    And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
5635    Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
5636    O, what more favour can I do to thee,
5637    Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain
5638    To sunder his that was thine enemy?
5639    Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,
5640    Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe
5641    That unsubstantial death is amorous,
5642    And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
5643    Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
5644    For fear of that, I still will stay with thee;
5645    And never from this palace of dim night
5646    Depart again: here, here will I remain
5647    With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here
5648    Will I set up my everlasting rest,
5649    And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
5650    From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
5651    Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
5652    The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
5653    A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
5654    Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
5655    Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
5656    The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
5657    Here's to my love!
5658
5659    Drinks
5660    O true apothecary!
5661    Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
5662
5663    Dies
5664
5665    Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, FRIAR LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade
5666
5667FRIAR LAURENCE
5668
5669    Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night
5670    Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's there?
5671
5672BALTHASAR
5673
5674    Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.
5675
5676FRIAR LAURENCE
5677
5678    Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,
5679    What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light
5680    To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern,
5681    It burneth in the Capel's monument.
5682
5683BALTHASAR
5684
5685    It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,
5686    One that you love.
5687
5688FRIAR LAURENCE
5689
5690    Who is it?
5691
5692BALTHASAR
5693
5694    Romeo.
5695
5696FRIAR LAURENCE
5697
5698    How long hath he been there?
5699
5700BALTHASAR
5701
5702    Full half an hour.
5703
5704FRIAR LAURENCE
5705
5706    Go with me to the vault.
5707
5708BALTHASAR
5709
5710    I dare not, sir
5711    My master knows not but I am gone hence;
5712    And fearfully did menace me with death,
5713    If I did stay to look on his intents.
5714
5715FRIAR LAURENCE
5716
5717    Stay, then; I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me:
5718    O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.
5719
5720BALTHASAR
5721
5722    As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
5723    I dreamt my master and another fought,
5724    And that my master slew him.
5725
5726FRIAR LAURENCE
5727
5728    Romeo!
5729
5730    Advances
5731    Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains
5732    The stony entrance of this sepulchre?
5733    What mean these masterless and gory swords
5734    To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?
5735
5736    Enters the tomb
5737    Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too?
5738    And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour
5739    Is guilty of this lamentable chance!
5740    The lady stirs.
5741
5742    JULIET wakes
5743
5744JULIET
5745
5746    O comfortable friar! where is my lord?
5747    I do remember well where I should be,
5748    And there I am. Where is my Romeo?
5749
5750    Noise within
5751
5752FRIAR LAURENCE
5753
5754    I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest
5755    Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep:
5756    A greater power than we can contradict
5757    Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.
5758    Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;
5759    And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee
5760    Among a sisterhood of holy nuns:
5761    Stay not to question, for the watch is coming;
5762    Come, go, good Juliet,
5763
5764    Noise again
5765    I dare no longer stay.
5766
5767JULIET
5768
5769    Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.
5770
5771    Exit FRIAR LAURENCE
5772    What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?
5773    Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:
5774    O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop
5775    To help me after? I will kiss thy lips;
5776    Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,
5777    To make die with a restorative.
5778
5779    Kisses him
5780    Thy lips are warm.
5781
5782First Watchman
5783
5784    [Within] Lead, boy: which way?
5785
5786JULIET
5787
5788    Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!
5789
5790    Snatching ROMEO's dagger
5791    This is thy sheath;
5792
5793    Stabs herself
5794    there rust, and let me die.
5795
5796    Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies
5797
5798    Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS
5799
5800PAGE
5801
5802    This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn.
5803
5804First Watchman
5805
5806    The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:
5807    Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach.
5808    Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain,
5809    And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,
5810    Who here hath lain these two days buried.
5811    Go, tell the prince: run to the Capulets:
5812    Raise up the Montagues: some others search:
5813    We see the ground whereon these woes do lie;
5814    But the true ground of all these piteous woes
5815    We cannot without circumstance descry.
5816
5817    Re-enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR
5818
5819Second Watchman
5820
5821    Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard.
5822
5823First Watchman
5824
5825    Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither.
5826
5827    Re-enter others of the Watch, with FRIAR LAURENCE
5828
5829Third Watchman
5830
5831    Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps:
5832    We took this mattock and this spade from him,
5833    As he was coming from this churchyard side.
5834
5835First Watchman
5836
5837    A great suspicion: stay the friar too.
5838
5839    Enter the PRINCE and Attendants
5840
5841PRINCE
5842
5843    What misadventure is so early up,
5844    That calls our person from our morning's rest?
5845
5846    Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and others
5847
5848CAPULET
5849
5850    What should it be, that they so shriek abroad?
5851
5852LADY CAPULET
5853
5854    The people in the street cry Romeo,
5855    Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run,
5856    With open outcry toward our monument.
5857
5858PRINCE
5859
5860    What fear is this which startles in our ears?
5861
5862First Watchman
5863
5864    Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;
5865    And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,
5866    Warm and new kill'd.
5867
5868PRINCE
5869
5870    Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.
5871
5872First Watchman
5873
5874    Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man;
5875    With instruments upon them, fit to open
5876    These dead men's tombs.
5877
5878CAPULET
5879
5880    O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!
5881    This dagger hath mista'en--for, lo, his house
5882    Is empty on the back of Montague,--
5883    And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom!
5884
5885LADY CAPULET
5886
5887    O me! this sight of death is as a bell,
5888    That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
5889
5890    Enter MONTAGUE and others
5891
5892PRINCE
5893
5894    Come, Montague; for thou art early up,
5895    To see thy son and heir more early down.
5896
5897MONTAGUE
5898
5899    Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;
5900    Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath:
5901    What further woe conspires against mine age?
5902
5903PRINCE
5904
5905    Look, and thou shalt see.
5906
5907MONTAGUE
5908
5909    O thou untaught! what manners is in this?
5910    To press before thy father to a grave?
5911
5912PRINCE
5913
5914    Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,
5915    Till we can clear these ambiguities,
5916    And know their spring, their head, their
5917    true descent;
5918    And then will I be general of your woes,
5919    And lead you even to death: meantime forbear,
5920    And let mischance be slave to patience.
5921    Bring forth the parties of suspicion.
5922
5923FRIAR LAURENCE
5924
5925    I am the greatest, able to do least,
5926    Yet most suspected, as the time and place
5927    Doth make against me of this direful murder;
5928    And here I stand, both to impeach and purge
5929    Myself condemned and myself excused.
5930
5931PRINCE
5932
5933    Then say at once what thou dost know in this.
5934
5935FRIAR LAURENCE
5936
5937    I will be brief, for my short date of breath
5938    Is not so long as is a tedious tale.
5939    Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;
5940    And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife:
5941    I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day
5942    Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death
5943    Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from the city,
5944    For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined.
5945    You, to remove that siege of grief from her,
5946    Betroth'd and would have married her perforce
5947    To County Paris: then comes she to me,
5948    And, with wild looks, bid me devise some mean
5949    To rid her from this second marriage,
5950    Or in my cell there would she kill herself.
5951    Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,
5952    A sleeping potion; which so took effect
5953    As I intended, for it wrought on her
5954    The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo,
5955    That he should hither come as this dire night,
5956    To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,
5957    Being the time the potion's force should cease.
5958    But he which bore my letter, Friar John,
5959    Was stay'd by accident, and yesternight
5960    Return'd my letter back. Then all alone
5961    At the prefixed hour of her waking,
5962    Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;
5963    Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
5964    Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:
5965    But when I came, some minute ere the time
5966    Of her awaking, here untimely lay
5967    The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.
5968    She wakes; and I entreated her come forth,
5969    And bear this work of heaven with patience:
5970    But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;
5971    And she, too desperate, would not go with me,
5972    But, as it seems, did violence on herself.
5973    All this I know; and to the marriage
5974    Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this
5975    Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
5976    Be sacrificed, some hour before his time,
5977    Unto the rigour of severest law.
5978
5979PRINCE
5980
5981    We still have known thee for a holy man.
5982    Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?
5983
5984BALTHASAR
5985
5986    I brought my master news of Juliet's death;
5987    And then in post he came from Mantua
5988    To this same place, to this same monument.
5989    This letter he early bid me give his father,
5990    And threatened me with death, going in the vault,
5991    I departed not and left him there.
5992
5993PRINCE
5994
5995    Give me the letter; I will look on it.
5996    Where is the county's page, that raised the watch?
5997    Sirrah, what made your master in this place?
5998
5999PAGE
6000
6001    He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave;
6002    And bid me stand aloof, and so I did:
6003    Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb;
6004    And by and by my master drew on him;
6005    And then I ran away to call the watch.
6006
6007PRINCE
6008
6009    This letter doth make good the friar's words,
6010    Their course of love, the tidings of her death:
6011    And here he writes that he did buy a poison
6012    Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
6013    Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
6014    Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!
6015    See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
6016    That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.
6017    And I for winking at your discords too
6018    Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd.
6019
6020CAPULET
6021
6022    O brother Montague, give me thy hand:
6023    This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
6024    Can I demand.
6025
6026MONTAGUE
6027
6028    But I can give thee more:
6029    For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
6030    That while Verona by that name is known,
6031    There shall no figure at such rate be set
6032    As that of true and faithful Juliet.
6033
6034CAPULET
6035
6036    As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie;
6037    Poor sacrifices of our enmity!
6038
6039PRINCE
6040
6041    A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
6042    The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
6043    Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
6044    Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
6045    For never was a story of more woe
6046    Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
6047
6048    Exeunt