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