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