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romeo and julietby william shakespeare the prologue[enter chorus.] chorustwo households, both alike in dignity, in fair verona, where we lay our scene,from ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.from forth the fatal loins of these two foes a pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows doth with their death bury their parents' strife.the fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, and the continuance of their parents' rage,which but their children's end naught could remove, is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;the which, if you with patient ears attend,

what here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.[exeunt.] act i.scene i. a public place. [enter sampson and gregory armed with swords and bucklers.] sampsongregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals. gregoryno, for then we should be colliers. sampsoni mean, an we be in choler we'll draw. gregoryay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar. sampsoni strike quickly, being moved. gregorybut thou art not quickly moved to strike.

sampsona dog of the house of montague moves me. gregoryto move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away. sampsona dog of that house shall move me to stand:i will take the wall of any man or maid of montague's. gregorythat shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall. sampsontrue; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels,are ever thrust to the wall: therefore i will push montague's men from the wall and thrust his maids to the wall. gregorythe quarrel is between our masters and us their men.

sampson'tis all one, i will show myself a tyrant: when i have fought with the men i will be cruel with the maids,i will cut off their heads. gregorythe heads of the maids? sampsonay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt. gregorythey must take it in sense that feel it. sampsonme they shall feel while i am able to stand:and 'tis known i am a pretty piece of flesh. gregory'tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor-john.--draw thy tool;here comes two of the house of montagues.

sampsonmy naked weapon is out: quarrel! i will back thee. gregoryhow! turn thy back and run? sampsonfear me not. gregoryno, marry; i fear thee! sampsonlet us take the law of our sides; let them begin. gregoryi will frown as i pass by; and let them take it as they list. sampsonnay, as they dare. i will bite my thumb at them; which is disgrace to them if they bear it.[enter abraham and balthasar.] abrahamdo you bite your thumb at us, sir?

sampsoni do bite my thumb, sir. sampsonis the law of our side if i say ay? gregoryno. sampsonno, sir, i do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but i bite my thumb, sir. gregorydo you quarrel, sir? abrahamquarrel, sir! no, sir. sampsonbut if you do, sir, am for you: i serve as good a man as you.

abrahamno better. sampsonwell, sir. gregorysay better; here comes one of my master's kinsmen. sampsonyes, better, sir. abrahamyou lie. sampsondraw, if you be men.--gregory, remember thy swashing blow. [they fight.][enter benvolio.] benvoliopart, fools! put up your swords; you know not what you do. [beats down their swords.][enter tybalt.]

tybaltwhat, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? turn thee benvolio, look upon thy death. benvolioi do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,or manage it to part these men with me. tybaltwhat, drawn, and talk of peace! i hate the word as i hate hell, all montagues, and thee:have at thee, coward! [they fight.][enter several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter citizens with clubs.] 1 citizenclubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!down with the capulets! down with the montagues! [enter capulet in his gown, and lady capulet.]

capuletwhat noise is this?--give me my long sword, ho! lady capuleta crutch, a crutch!--why call you for a sword? capuletmy sword, i say!--old montague is come, and flourishes his blade in spite of me.[enter montague and his lady montague.] montaguethou villain capulet!-- hold me not, let me go. lady montaguethou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe. [enter prince, with attendants.] princerebellious subjects, enemies to peace,profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,-- will they not hear?--what, ho! you men, you beasts,that quench the fire of your pernicious rage

with purple fountains issuing from your veins,--on pain of torture, from those bloody hands throw your mistemper'd weapons to the groundand hear the sentence of your moved prince.-- three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,by thee, old capulet, and montague, have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets;and made verona's ancient citizens cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,to wield old partisans, in hands as old, canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:if ever you disturb our streets again, your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.for this time, all the rest depart away:-- you, capulet, shall go along with me;--and, montague, come you this afternoon, to know our farther pleasure in this case,to old free-town, our common judgment-place.--

once more, on pain of death, all men depart.[exeunt prince and attendants; capulet, lady capulet, tybalt, citizens, and servants.] montaguewho set this ancient quarrel new abroach?-- speak, nephew, were you by when it began? benvoliohere were the servants of your adversaryand yours, close fighting ere i did approach: i drew to part them: in the instant camethe fiery tybalt, with his sword prepar'd; which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears,he swung about his head, and cut the winds, who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scorn:while we were interchanging thrusts and blows, came more and more, and fought on part and part,till the prince came, who parted either part.

lady montagueo, where is romeo?--saw you him to-day?-- right glad i am he was not at this fray. benvoliomadam, an hour before the worshipp'd sunpeer'd forth the golden window of the east, a troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;where,--underneath the grove of sycamore that westward rooteth from the city's side,--so early walking did i see your son: towards him i made; but he was ware of me,and stole into the covert of the wood: i, measuring his affections by my own,--that most are busied when they're most alone,-- pursu'd my humour, not pursuing his,and gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me. montaguemany a morning hath he there been seen,

with tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew,adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs: but all so soon as the all-cheering sunshould in the farthest east begin to draw the shady curtains from aurora's bed,away from light steals home my heavy son, and private in his chamber pens himself;shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out and makes himself an artificial night:black and portentous must this humour prove, unless good counsel may the cause remove. benvoliomy noble uncle, do you know the cause? montaguei neither know it nor can learn of him. benvoliohave you importun'd him by any means?

montagueboth by myself and many other friends; but he, his own affections' counsellor,is to himself,--i will not say how true,-- but to himself so secret and so close,so far from sounding and discovery, as is the bud bit with an envious wormere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, or dedicate his beauty to the sun.could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, we would as willingly give cure as know. benvoliosee, where he comes: so please you step aside;i'll know his grievance or be much denied. montaguei would thou wert so happy by thy stay to hear true shrift.--come, madam, let's away,[exeunt montague and lady.]

[enter romeo.] benvoliogood morrow, cousin. romeois the day so young? benvoliobut new struck nine. romeoay me! sad hours seem long. was that my father that went hence so fast? benvolioit was.--what sadness lengthens romeo's hours? romeonot having that which, having, makes them short. benvolioin love?

romeoout,-- benvolioof love? romeoout of her favour where i am in love. benvolioalas, that love, so gentle in his view, should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! romeoalas that love, whose view is muffled still, should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!--where shall we dine?--o me!--what fray was here? yet tell me not, for i have heard it all.here's much to do with hate, but more with love:-- why, then, o brawling love! o loving hate!o anything, of nothing first create!

o heavy lightness! serious vanity!mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!-- this love feel i, that feel no love in this.dost thou not laugh? benvoliono, coz, i rather weep. romeogood heart, at what? benvolioat thy good heart's oppression. romeowhy, such is love's transgression.-- griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast;which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest with more of thine: this love that thou hast showndoth add more grief to too much of mine own.

love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs;being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:what is it else? a madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.--farewell, my coz. [going.] benvoliosoft! i will go along:an if you leave me so, you do me wrong. romeotut! i have lost myself; i am not here: this is not romeo, he's some other where. benvoliotell me in sadness who is that you love? romeowhat, shall i groan and tell thee?

benvoliogroan! why, no; but sadly tell me who. romeobid a sick man in sadness make his will,-- ah, word ill urg'd to one that is so ill!--in sadness, cousin, i do love a woman. benvolioi aim'd so near when i suppos'd you lov'd. romeoa right good markman!--and she's fair i love. benvolioa right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. romeowell, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit with cupid's arrow,--she hath dian's wit;and, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,

from love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.she will not stay the siege of loving terms nor bide th' encounter of assailing eyes,nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold: o, she's rich in beauty; only poorthat, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. benvoliothen she hath sworn that she will still live chaste? romeoshe hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste; for beauty, starv'd with her severity,cuts beauty off from all posterity. she is too fair, too wise; wisely too fair,to merit bliss by making me despair: she hath forsworn to love; and in that vowdo i live dead that live to tell it now. benvoliobe rul'd by me, forget to think of her.

romeoo, teach me how i should forget to think. benvolioby giving liberty unto thine eyes; examine other beauties. romeo'tis the wayto call hers, exquisite, in question more: these happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows,being black, puts us in mind they hide the fair; he that is strucken blind cannot forgetthe precious treasure of his eyesight lost: show me a mistress that is passing fair,what doth her beauty serve but as a note where i may read who pass'd that passing fair?farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget. benvolioi'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.

[exeunt.] scene ii. a street.[enter capulet, paris, and servant.] capuletbut montague is bound as well as i, in penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, i think,for men so old as we to keep the peace. parisof honourable reckoning are you both; and pity 'tis you liv'd at odds so long.but now, my lord, what say you to my suit? capuletbut saying o'er what i have said before: my child is yet a stranger in the world,she hath not seen the change of fourteen years; let two more summers wither in their prideere we may think her ripe to be a bride.

parisyounger than she are happy mothers made. capuletand too soon marr'd are those so early made. the earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she,--she is the hopeful lady of my earth: but woo her, gentle paris, get her heart,my will to her consent is but a part; an she agree, within her scope of choicelies my consent and fair according voice. this night i hold an old accustom'd feast,whereto i have invited many a guest, such as i love; and you among the store,one more, most welcome, makes my number more. at my poor house look to behold this nightearth-treading stars that make dark heaven light: such comfort as do lusty young men feelwhen well apparell'd april on the heel

of limping winter treads, even such delightamong fresh female buds shall you this night inherit at my house; hear all, all see,and like her most whose merit most shall be: which, among view of many, mine, being one,may stand in number, though in reckoning none. come, go with me.--go, sirrah, trudge aboutthrough fair verona; find those persons out whose names are written there, [gives a paper] and to them say,my house and welcome on their pleasure stay. [exeunt capulet and paris]. servantfind them out whose names are written here!it is written that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard and the tailor with his last, the fisher withhis pencil, and the painter with his nets; but i am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ,and can never find what names the writing person

hath here writ. i must to the learned:--in good time![enter benvolio and romeo.] benvoliotut, man, one fire burns out another's burning, one pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; one desperate grief cures with another's languish:take thou some new infection to thy eye, and the rank poison of the old will die. romeoyour plantain-leaf is excellent for that. benvoliofor what, i pray thee? romeofor your broken shin. benvoliowhy, romeo, art thou mad?

romeonot mad, but bound more than a madman is; shut up in prison, kept without my food,whipp'd and tormented and--god-den, good fellow. servantgod gi' go-den.--i pray, sir, can you read? romeoay, mine own fortune in my misery. servantperhaps you have learned it without book: but i pray, can you read anything you see? romeoay, if i know the letters and the language. servantye say honestly: rest you merry! romeostay, fellow; i can read. [reads.]'signior martino and his wife and daughters;

county anselmo and his beauteous sisters; thelady widow of vitruvio; signior placentio and his lovely nieces; mercutio and his brothervalentine; mine uncle capulet, his wife, and daughters; my fair niece rosaline; livia; signiorvalentio and his cousin tybalt; lucio and the lively helena.'a fair assembly. [gives back the paper]: whither should they come? servantup. romeowhither? servantto supper; to our house. romeowhose house?

servantmy master's. romeoindeed i should have ask'd you that before. servantnow i'll tell you without asking: my master is the great rich capulet; and if you be not of the house of montagues,i pray, come and crush a cup of wine. rest you merry! [exit.] benvolioat this same ancient feast of capulet'ssups the fair rosaline whom thou so lov'st; with all the admired beauties of verona.go thither; and, with unattainted eye, compare her face with some that i shall show,and i will make thee think thy swan a crow. romeowhen the devout religion of mine eye

maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;and these,--who, often drown'd, could never die,-- transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!one fairer than my love? the all-seeing sun ne'er saw her match since first the world begun. benvoliotut, you saw her fair, none else being by,herself pois'd with herself in either eye: but in that crystal scales let there be weigh'dyour lady's love against some other maid that i will show you shining at this feast,and she shall scant show well that now shows best. romeoi'll go along, no such sight to be shown, but to rejoice in splendour of my own.[exeunt.] scene iii. room in capulet's house.[enter lady capulet, and nurse.]

lady capuletnurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me. nursenow, by my maidenhea,--at twelve year old,-- i bade her come.--what, lamb! what ladybird!--god forbid!--where's this girl?--what, juliet! [enter juliet.] juliethow now, who calls? nurseyour mother. julietmadam, i am here. what is your will? lady capuletthis is the matter,--nurse, give leave awhile, we must talk in secret: nurse, come back again;i have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.

thou knowest my daughter's of a pretty age. nursefaith, i can tell her age unto an hour. lady capuletshe's not fourteen. nursei'll lay fourteen of my teeth,-- and yet, to my teen be it spoken, i have but four,--she is not fourteen. how long is it now to lammas-tide? lady capuleta fortnight and odd days. nurseeven or odd, of all days in the year, come lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.susan and she,--god rest all christian souls!--

were of an age: well, susan is with god;she was too good for me:--but, as i said, on lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;that shall she, marry; i remember it well. 'tis since the earthquake now eleven years;and she was wean'd,--i never shall forget it--, of all the days of the year, upon that day:for i had then laid wormwood to my dug, sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;my lord and you were then at mantua: nay, i do bear a brain:--but, as i said,when it did taste the wormwood on the nipple of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,to see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug! shake, quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, i trow,to bid me trudge. and since that time it is eleven years;for then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood

she could have run and waddled all about;for even the day before, she broke her brow: and then my husband,--god be with his soul!'a was a merry man,--took up the child: 'yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit; wilt thou not, jule?' and, by my holidame,the pretty wretch left crying, and said 'ay:' to see now how a jest shall come about!i warrant, an i should live a thousand yeas, i never should forget it; 'wilt thou not, jule?' quoth he;and, pretty fool, it stinted, and said 'ay.' lady capuletenough of this; i pray thee hold thy peace. nurseyes, madam;--yet i cannot choose but laugh, to think it should leave crying, and say 'ay:'and yet, i warrant, it had upon its brow

a bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;a parlous knock; and it cried bitterly. 'yea,' quoth my husband, 'fall'st upon thy face?thou wilt fall backward when thou com'st to age; wilt thou not, jule?' it stinted, and said 'ay.' julietand stint thou too, i pray thee, nurse, say i. nursepeace, i have done. god mark thee to his grace! thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er i nurs'd:an i might live to see thee married once, i have my wish. lady capuletmarry, that marry is the very theme i came to talk of.--tell me, daughter juliet,how stands your disposition to be married? julietit is an honour that i dream not of.

nursean honour!--were not i thine only nurse, i would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat. lady capuletwell, think of marriage now: younger than you, here in verona, ladies of esteem,are made already mothers: by my count i was your mother much upon these yearsthat you are now a maid. thus, then, in brief;-- the valiant paris seeks you for his love. nursea man, young lady! lady, such a man as all the world--why he's a man of wax. lady capuletverona's summer hath not such a flower.

nursenay, he's a flower, in faith, a very flower. lady capuletwhat say you? can you love the gentleman? this night you shall behold him at our feast;read o'er the volume of young paris' face, and find delight writ there with beauty's pen;examine every married lineament, and see how one another lends content;and what obscur'd in this fair volume lies find written in the margent of his eyes.this precious book of love, this unbound lover, to beautify him, only lacks a cover:the fish lives in the sea; and 'tis much pride for fair without the fair within to hide:that book in many's eyes doth share the glory, that in gold clasps locks in the golden story;so shall you share all that he doth possess,

by having him, making yourself no less. nurseno less! nay, bigger; women grow by men lady capuletspeak briefly, can you like of paris' love? julieti'll look to like, if looking liking move:but no more deep will i endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.[enter a servant.] servantmadam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursedin the pantry, and everything in extremity. i must hence to wait; i beseech you, follow straight. lady capuletwe follow thee. [exit servant.]--

juliet, the county stays. nursego, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.[exeunt.] scene iv. a street.[enter romeo, mercutio, benvolio, with five or six maskers; torch-bearers, and others.] romeowhat, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?or shall we on without apology? benvoliothe date is out of such prolixity: we'll have no cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,bearing a tartar's painted bow of lath, scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke after the prompter, for our entrance:but, let them measure us by what they will,

we'll measure them a measure, and be gone. romeogive me a torch,--i am not for this ambling; being but heavy, i will bear the light. mercutionay, gentle romeo, we must have you dance. romeonot i, believe me: you have dancing shoes,with nimble soles; i have a soul of lead so stakes me to the ground i cannot move. mercutioyou are a lover; borrow cupid's wings,and soar with them above a common bound. romeoi am too sore enpierced with his shaft to soar with his light feathers; and so bound,i cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:

under love's heavy burden do i sink. mercutioand, to sink in it, should you burden love;too great oppression for a tender thing. romeois love a tender thing? it is too rough, too rude, too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn. mercutioif love be rough with you, be rough with love; prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.--give me a case to put my visage in: [putting on a mask.] a visard for a visard! what care iwhat curious eye doth quote deformities? here are the beetle-brows shall blush for me. benvoliocome, knock and enter; and no sooner in

but every man betake him to his legs. romeoa torch for me: let wantons, light of heart,tickle the senseless rushes with their heels; for i am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase,--i'll be a candle-holder and look on,-- the game was ne'er so fair, and i am done. mercutiotut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:if thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire of this--sir-reverence--love, wherein thou stick'stup to the ears.--come, we burn daylight, ho. romeonay, that's not so. mercutioi mean, sir, in delay we waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.take our good meaning, for our judgment sits

five times in that ere once in our five wits. romeoand we mean well, in going to this mask;but 'tis no wit to go. mercutiowhy, may one ask? romeoi dreamt a dream to-night. mercutioand so did i. romeowell, what was yours? mercutiothat dreamers often lie. romeoin bed asleep, while they do dream things true. mercutioo, then, i see queen mab hath been with you.

she is the fairies' midwife; and she comesin shape no bigger than an agate-stone on the fore-finger of an alderman,drawn with a team of little atomies athwart men's noses as they lie asleep:her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs; the cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;the traces, of the smallest spider's web; the collars, of the moonshine's watery beams;her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film; her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat,not half so big as a round little worm prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid:her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. and in this state she gallops night by nightthrough lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;

o'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight;o'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees; o'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,--which oft the angry mab with blisters plagues, because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, and then dreams he of smelling out a suit;and sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail, tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep,then dreams he of another benefice: sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,and then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, of breaches, ambuscadoes, spanish blades,of healths five fathom deep; and then anon drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes;and, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, and sleeps again. this is that very mabthat plats the manes of horses in the night;

and bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs,which, once untangled, much misfortune bodes: this is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,that presses them, and learns them first to bear, making them women of good carriage:this is she,-- romeopeace, peace, mercutio, peace, thou talk'st of nothing. mercutiotrue, i talk of dreams,which are the children of an idle brain, begot of nothing but vain fantasy;which is as thin of substance as the air, and more inconstant than the wind, who wooeseven now the frozen bosom of the north, and, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,turning his face to the dew-dropping south.

benvoliothis wind you talk of blows us from ourselves: supper is done, and we shall come too late. romeoi fear, too early: for my mind misgives some consequence, yet hanging in the stars,shall bitterly begin his fearful date with this night's revels; and expire the termof a despised life, clos'd in my breast, by some vile forfeit of untimely death:but he that hath the steerage of my course direct my sail!--on, lusty gentlemen! benvoliostrike, drum.[exeunt.] scene v. a hall in capulet's house.[musicians waiting. enter servants.]

1 servantwhere's potpan, that he helps not to take away? he shift a trencher! he scrape a trencher! 2 servantwhen good manners shall lie all in one or two men'shands, and they unwash'd too, 'tis a foul thing. 1 servantaway with the join-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the plate:--good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and asthou loves me, let the porter let in susan grindstone and nell.-- antony! and potpan! 2 servantay, boy, ready. 1 servantyou are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for in the great chamber.

2 servantwe cannot be here and there too.--cheerly, boys;be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all. [they retire behind.][enter capulet, &c. with the guests the maskers.] capuletwelcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes unplagu'd with corns will have a bout with you.--ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty, she,i'll swear hath corns; am i come near you now? welcome, gentlemen! i have seen the daythat i have worn a visard; and could tell a whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,such as would please;--'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone: you are welcome, gentlemen!--come, musicians, play.a hall--a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.-- [music plays, and they dance.]more light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,

and quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.--ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well. nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin capulet;for you and i are past our dancing days; how long is't now since last yourself and iwere in a mask? 2 capuletby'r lady, thirty years. capuletwhat, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much: 'tis since the nuptial of lucentio,come pentecost as quickly as it will, some five-and-twenty years; and then we mask'd. 2 capulet'tis more, 'tis more: his son is elder, sir;his son is thirty. capuletwill you tell me that?

his son was but a ward two years ago. romeowhat lady is that, which doth enrich the handof yonder knight? servanti know not, sir. romeoo, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! it seems she hangs upon the cheek of nightlike a rich jewel in an ethiop's ear; beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!so shows a snowy dove trooping with crows as yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.the measure done, i'll watch her place of stand and, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! for i ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

tybaltthis, by his voice, should be a montague.--fetch me my rapier, boy:--what, dares the slave come hither, cover'd with an antic face,to fleer and scorn at our solemnity? now, by the stock and honour of my kin,to strike him dead i hold it not a sin. capuletwhy, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so? tybaltuncle, this is a montague, our foe; a villain, that is hither come in spite,to scorn at our solemnity this night. capuletyoung romeo, is it? tybalt'tis he, that villain, romeo. capuletcontent thee, gentle coz, let him alone,

he bears him like a portly gentleman;and, to say truth, verona brags of him to be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:i would not for the wealth of all the town here in my house do him disparagement:therefore be patient, take no note of him,-- it is my will; the which if thou respect,show a fair presence and put off these frowns, an ill-beseeming semblance for a feast. tybaltit fits, when such a villain is a guest:i'll not endure him. capulethe shall be endur'd: what, goodman boy!--i say he shall;--go to;am i the master here, or you? go to. you'll not endure him!--god shall mend my soul,you'll make a mutiny among my guests!

you will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man! tybaltwhy, uncle, 'tis a shame. capuletgo to, go to! you are a saucy boy. is't so, indeed?--this trick may chance to scathe you,--i know what: you must contrary me! marry, 'tis time.--well said, my hearts!--you are a princox; go: be quiet, or--more light, more light!--for shame!i'll make you quiet. what!--cheerly, my hearts. tybaltpatience perforce with wilful choler meeting makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.i will withdraw: but this intrusion shall, now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.[exit.]

romeo[to juliet.] if i profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this,--my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. julietgood pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,which mannerly devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. romeohave not saints lips, and holy palmers too? julietay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. romeoo, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; they pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

julietsaints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. romeothen move not while my prayer's effect i take. thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg'd.[kissing her.] julietthen have my lips the sin that they have took. romeosin from my lips? o trespass sweetly urg'd! give me my sin again. julietyou kiss by the book. nursemadam, your mother craves a word with you. romeowhat is her mother?

nursemarry, bachelor, her mother is the lady of the house.and a good lady, and a wise and virtuous: i nurs'd her daughter that you talk'd withal;i tell you, he that can lay hold of her shall have the chinks.romeo is she a capulet?o dear account! my life is my foe's debt. benvolioaway, be gone; the sport is at the best. romeoay, so i fear; the more is my unrest. capuletnay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; we have a trifling foolish banquet towards.--is it e'en so? why then, i thank you all;

i thank you, honest gentlemen; good-night.--more torches here!--come on then, let's to bed. ah, sirrah [to 2 capulet], by my fay, it waxes late;i'll to my rest. [exeunt all but juliet and nurse.] julietcome hither, nurse. what is yond gentleman? nursethe son and heir of old tiberio. julietwhat's he that now is going out of door? nursemarry, that, i think, be young petruchio. julietwhat's he that follows there, that would not dance? nursei know not.

julietgo ask his name: if he be married, my grave is like to be my wedding-bed.nurse his name is romeo, and a montague;the only son of your great enemy. julietmy only love sprung from my only hate! too early seen unknown, and known too late!prodigious birth of love it is to me, that i must love a loathed enemy.nurse what's this? what's this?juliet a rhyme i learn'd even nowof one i danc'd withal. [one calls within, 'juliet.']nurse

anon, anon!come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. [exeunt.][enter chorus.] chorusnow old desire doth in his deathbed lie, and young affection gapes to be his heir;that fair for which love groan'd for, and would die, with tender juliet match'd, is now not fair.now romeo is belov'd, and loves again, alike bewitched by the charm of looks;but to his foe suppos'd he must complain, and she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:being held a foe, he may not have access to breathe such vows as lovers us'd to swear;and she as much in love, her means much less to meet her new beloved anywhere:but passion lends them power, time means, to meet,

tempering extremities with extreme sweet.[exit.] > romeo and julietby william shakespeare act ii.scene i. an open place adjoining capulet's garden. romeocan i go forward when my heart is here?turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. [he climbs the wall and leaps down within it.][enter benvolio and mercutio.] benvolioromeo! my cousin romeo! mercutiohe is wise; and, on my life, hath stol'n him home to bed.

benvoliohe ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:call, good mercutio. mercutionay, i'll conjure too.-- romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!appear thou in the likeness of a sigh: speak but one rhyme, and i am satisfied;cry but 'ah me!' pronounce but love and dove; speak to my gossip venus one fair word,one nickname for her purblind son and heir, young auburn cupid, he that shot so trimwhen king cophetua lov'd the beggar-maid!-- he heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;the ape is dead, and i must conjure him.-- i conjure thee by rosaline's bright eyes,by her high forehead and her scarlet lip, by her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh,and the demesnes that there adjacent lie,

that in thy likeness thou appear to us! benvolioan if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. mercutiothis cannot anger him: 'twould anger himto raise a spirit in his mistress' circle, of some strange nature, letting it there standtill she had laid it, and conjur'd it down; that were some spite: my invocationis fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name, i conjure only but to raise up him. benvoliocome, he hath hid himself among these trees,to be consorted with the humorous night: blind is his love, and best befits the dark. mercutioif love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.

now will he sit under a medlar tree,and wish his mistress were that kind of fruit as maids call medlars when they laugh alone.--romeo, good night.--i'll to my truckle-bed; this field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:come, shall we go? benvoliogo then; for 'tis in vain to seek him here that means not to be found.[exeunt.] scene ii. capulet's garden.[enter romeo.] romeohe jests at scars that never felt a wound.-- [juliet appears above at a window.]but soft! what light through yonder window breaks? it is the east, and juliet is the sun!--arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

who is already sick and pale with grief,that thou her maid art far more fair than she: be not her maid, since she is envious;her vestal livery is but sick and green, and none but fools do wear it; cast it off.--it is my lady; o, it is my love! o, that she knew she were!--she speaks, yet she says nothing: what of that? her eye discourses, i will answer it.--i am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return.what if her eyes were there, they in her head? the brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so brightthat birds would sing and think it were not night.--

see how she leans her cheek upon her hand!o that i were a glove upon that hand, that i might touch that cheek! julietah me! romeoshe speaks:-- o, speak again, bright angel! for thou artas glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as is a winged messenger of heavenunto the white-upturned wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on himwhen he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air. julieto romeo, romeo! wherefore art thou romeo?deny thy father and refuse thy name;

or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,and i'll no longer be a capulet. romeo[aside.] shall i hear more, or shall i speak at this? juliet'tis but thy name that is my enemy;-- thou art thyself, though not a montague.what's montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other partbelonging to a man. o, be some other name! what's in a name? that which we call a roseby any other name would smell as sweet; so romeo would, were he not romeo call'd,retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title:--romeo, doff thy name;and for that name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.

romeoi take thee at thy word:call me but love, and i'll be new baptiz'd; henceforth i never will be romeo. julietwhat man art thou that, thus bescreen'd in night,so stumblest on my counsel? romeoby a name i know not how to tell thee who i am:my name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, because it is an enemy to thee.had i it written, i would tear the word. julietmy ears have yet not drunk a hundred words of that tongue's utterance, yet i know the sound;art thou not romeo, and a montague? romeoneither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.

juliethow cam'st thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? the orchard walls are high and hard to climb;and the place death, considering who thou art, if any of my kinsmen find thee here. romeowith love's light wings did i o'erperch these walls;for stony limits cannot hold love out: and what love can do, that dares love attempt;therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me. julietif they do see thee, they will murder thee. romeoalack, there lies more peril in thine eye than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,and i am proof against their enmity. julieti would not for the world they saw thee here.

romeoi have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; and, but thou love me, let them find me here.my life were better ended by their hate than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. julietby whose direction found'st thou out this place? romeoby love, that first did prompt me to enquire; he lent me counsel, and i lent him eyes.i am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far as that vast shore wash'd with the furthest sea,i would adventure for such merchandise. julietthou knowest the mask of night is on my face; else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheekfor that which thou hast heard me speak to-night.

fain would i dwell on form,fain, fain denywhat i have spoke; but farewell compliment! dost thou love me, i know thou wilt say ay;and i will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries,they say jove laughs. o gentle romeo, if thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:or if thou thinkest i am too quickly won, i'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,so thou wilt woo: but else, not for the world. in truth, fair montague, i am too fond;and therefore thou mayst think my 'haviour light: but trust me, gentleman, i'll prove more truethan those that have more cunning to be strange. i should have been more strange, i must confess,but that thou overheard'st, ere i was 'ware, my true-love passion: therefore pardon me;and not impute this yielding to light love,

which the dark night hath so discovered. romeolady, by yonder blessed moon i swear, that tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops,-- julieto, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable. romeowhat shall i swear by? julietdo not swear at all; or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,which is the god of my idolatry, and i'll believe thee.

romeoif my heart's dear love,-- julietwell, do not swear: although i joy in thee, i have no joy of this contract to-night;it is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden; too like the lightning, which doth cease to beere one can say it lightens. sweet, good night! this bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. good night, good night! as sweet repose and restcome to thy heart as that within my breast! romeoo, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? julietwhat satisfaction canst thou have to-night? romeothe exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.

julieti gave thee mine before thou didst request it; and yet i would it were to give again. romeowould'st thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? julietbut to be frank and give it thee again. and yet i wish but for the thing i have;my bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more i give to thee,the more i have, for both are infinite. i hear some noise within: dear love, adieu!--[nurse calls within.] anon, good nurse!--sweet montague, be true.stay but a little, i will come again. romeoo blessed, blessed night! i am afeard,being in night, all this is but a dream,

too flattering-sweet to be substantial.[enter juliet above.] julietthree words, dear romeo, and good night indeed. if that thy bent of love be honourable,thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, by one that i'll procure to come to thee,where and what time thou wilt perform the rite; and all my fortunes at thy foot i'll layand follow thee, my lord, throughout the world. nurse[within.] madam! julieti come anon.-- but if thou meanest not well, i do beseech thee,-- julietby-and-by i come:--

to cease thy suit and leave me to my grief:to-morrow will i send. romeoso thrive my soul,-- julieta thousand times good night! romeoa thousand times the worse, to want thy light!--love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books; but love from love, towards school with heavy looks.[retiring slowly.] [re-enter juliet, above.] juliethist! romeo, hist!--o for a falconer's voice to lure this tassel-gentle back again!bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud; else would i tear the cave where echo lies,and make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine

with repetition of my romeo's name. romeoit is my soul that calls upon my name: how silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,like softest music to attending ears! julietromeo! romeomy dear? julietat what o'clock to-morrow shall i send to thee? romeoat the hour of nine. julieti will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.i have forgot why i did call thee back.

romeolet me stand here till thou remember it. julieti shall forget, to have thee still stand there, remembering how i love thy company. romeoand i'll still stay, to have thee still forget,forgetting any other home but this. juliet'tis almost morning; i would have thee gone: and yet no farther than a wanton's bird;that lets it hop a little from her hand, like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,and with a silk thread plucks it back again, so loving-jealous of his liberty. romeoi would i were thy bird.

julietsweet, so would i: yet i should kill thee with much cherishing.good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow that i shall say good night till it be morrow.[exit.] romeosleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!-- would i were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!hence will i to my ghostly father's cell, his help to crave and my dear hap to tell.[exit.] scene iii. friar lawrence's cell.[enter friar lawrence with a basket.] friarthe grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night, chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light;and flecked darkness like a drunkard reels

from forth day's path and titan's fiery wheels:non, ere the sun advance his burning eye, the day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry,i must up-fill this osier cage of ours with baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.the earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb; what is her burying gave, that is her womb:and from her womb children of divers kind we sucking on her natural bosom find;many for many virtues excellent, none but for some, and yet all different.o, mickle is the powerful grace that lies in plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities:for naught so vile that on the earth doth live but to the earth some special good doth give;nor aught so good but, strain'd from that fair use, revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;

and vice sometimes by action dignified.within the infant rind of this small flower poison hath residence, and medicine power:for this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.two such opposed kings encamp them still in man as well as herbs,--grace and rude will;and where the worser is predominant, full soon the canker death eats up that plant.[enter romeo.] romeogood morrow, father! friarbenedicite! what early tongue so sweet saluteth me?--young son, it argues a distemper'd head so soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,

and where care lodges sleep will never lie;but where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign:therefore thy earliness doth me assure thou art uprous'd with some distemperature;or if not so, then here i hit it right,-- our romeo hath not been in bed to-night. romeothat last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. friargod pardon sin! wast thou with rosaline? romeowith rosaline, my ghostly father? no;i have forgot that name, and that name's woe. friarthat's my good son: but where hast thou been then? romeoi'll tell thee ere thou ask it me again.

i have been feasting with mine enemy;where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me that's by me wounded. both our remedieswithin thy help and holy physic lies; i bear no hatred, blessed man; for, lo,my intercession likewise steads my foe. friarbe plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. romeothen plainly know my heart's dear love is seton the fair daughter of rich capulet: as mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;and all combin'd, save what thou must combine by holy marriage: when, and where, and howwe met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vow, i'll tell thee as we pass; but this i pray,that thou consent to marry us to-day.

friarholy saint francis! what a change is here! is rosaline, that thou didst love so dear,so soon forsaken? young men's love, then, lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.jesu maria, what a deal of brine hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for rosaline!how much salt water thrown away in waste, to season love, that of it doth not taste!the sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, thy old groans ring yet in mine ancient ears;lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet:if e'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine, thou and these woes were all for rosaline;and art thou chang'd? pronounce this sentence then,-- women may fall, when there's no strength in men.

romeothou chidd'st me oft for loving rosaline. friarfor doting, not for loving, pupil mine. romeoand bad'st me bury love. friarnot in a grave to lay one in, another out to have. romeoi pray thee chide not: she whom i love nowdoth grace for grace and love for love allow; the other did not so. friaro, she knew wellthy love did read by rote, that could not spell. but come, young waverer, come go with me,in one respect i'll thy assistant be;

for this alliance may so happy prove,to turn your households' rancour to pure love. romeoo, let us hence; i stand on sudden haste. friarwisely, and slow; they stumble that run fast. scene iv. a street.[enter benvolio and mercutio.] mercutiowhere the devil should this romeo be?-- came he not home to-night? benvolionot to his father's; i spoke with his man. mercutioah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that rosaline, torments him so that he will sure run mad.

benvoliotybalt, the kinsman to old capulet,hath sent a letter to his father's house. mercutioa challenge, on my life. benvolioromeo will answer it. mercutioany man that can write may answer a letter. benvolionay, he will answer the letter's master, how he dares, being dared. mercutioalas, poor romeo, he is already dead! stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a love song; thevery pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man to encounter tybalt?

benvoliowhy, what is tybalt? mercutiomore than prince of cats, i can tell you. o, he's the courageous captain of compliments. he fights as you singprick-song--keeps time, distance, and proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and the third in your bosom: the verybutcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the very first house,--of the first and second cause: ah, theimmortal passado! the punto reverso! the hay.-- benvoliothe what? mercutiothe pox of such antic, lisping, affecting fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents!--'by jesu, a very good blade!--a very tallman!--a very good whore!'--why, is not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with these strangeflies, these fashion-mongers, these pardonnez-moi's, who stand so

much on the new form that they cannot sit at ease on the oldbench? o, their bons, their bons! benvoliohere comes romeo, here comes romeo! mercutiowithout his roe, like a dried herring.--o flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified!--now is he for the numbers that petrarch flowedin: laura, to his lady, was but a kitchen wench,--marry, she had a better love to be-rhyme her; dido, a dowdy; cleopatra, a gypsy;helen and hero, hildings and harlots; thisbe, a gray eye or so, but not to the purpose,--[enter romeo.] signior romeo, bon jour! there's a french salutation to yourfrench slop. you gave us the counterfeit fairly last night. romeogood morrow to you both. what counterfeit did i give you? mercutiothe slip, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?

romeopardon, good mercutio, my business was great; and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy. mercutiothat's as much as to say, such a case as yours constrains aman to bow in the hams. romeomeaning, to court'sy. mercutiothou hast most kindly hit it. romeoa most courteous exposition. mercutionay, i am the very pink of courtesy. romeopink for flower. mercutioright.

romeowhy, then is my pump well-flowered. mercutiowell said: follow me this jest now till thou hast worn out thy pump;that, when the single sole of it is worn, the jest mayremain, after the wearing, sole singular. romeoo single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness! mercutiocome between us, good benvolio; my wits faint. romeoswits and spurs, swits and spurs; or i'll cry a match. mercutionay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, i have done; for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of thy wits than, i amsure, i have in my whole five: was i with you there for the goose?

romeothou wast never with me for anything when thou wast notthere for the goose. mercutioi will bite thee by the ear for that jest. romeonay, good goose, bite not. mercutiothy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce. romeoand is it not, then, well served in to a sweet goose? mercutioo, here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad! romeoi stretch it out for that word broad: which added to thegoose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.

mercutiowhy, is not this better now than groaning for love? now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; not art thou what thou art, byart as well as by nature: for this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his baublein a hole. benvoliostop there, stop there. mercutiothou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair. benvoliothou wouldst else have made thy tale large. mercutioo, thou art deceived; i would have made it short: for i was come to the whole depth of my tale; and meant indeed to occupythe argument no longer. romeohere's goodly gear!

[enter nurse and peter.] mercutioa sail, a sail, a sail! benvoliotwo, two; a shirt and a smock. nursepeter! peteranon. nursemy fan, peter. mercutiogood peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the fairer face. nursegod ye good morrow, gentlemen. mercutiogod ye good-den, fair gentlewoman.

nurseis it good-den? mercutio'tis no less, i tell ye; for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon. nurseout upon you! what a man are you! romeoone, gentlewoman, that god hath made for himself to mar. nurseby my troth, it is well said;--for himself to mar, quoth'a?--gentlemen, can any of you tell me where i may find the young romeo? romeoi can tell you: but young romeo will be older when you havefound him than he was when you sought him: i am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.

nurseyou say well. mercutioyea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith; wisely, wisely. nurseif you be he, sir, i desire some confidence with you. benvolioshe will indite him to some supper. mercutioa bawd, a bawd, a bawd! so ho! romeowhat hast thou found? mercutiono hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.[sings.]

an old hare hoar,and an old hare hoar, is very good meat in lent;but a hare that is hoar is too much for a scorewhen it hoars ere it be spent. romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll to dinner thither. romeoi will follow you. mercutiofarewell, ancient lady; farewell,-- [singing] lady, lady, lady.[exeunt mercutio, and benvolio.] nursemarry, farewell!--i pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this that was so full of his ropery?

romeoa gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk; andwill speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month. nursean 'a speak anything against me, i'll take him down, an'a were lustier than he is, and twenty such jacks; and if i cannot,i'll find those that shall. scurvy knave! i am none of his flirt-gills; i am none of his skains-mates.--and thou must standby too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure! peteri saw no man use you at his pleasure; if i had, my weapon should quickly have been out, i warrant you: i dare draw as soonas another man, if i see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side. nursenow, afore god, i am so vexed that every part about me quivers. scurvy knave!--pray you, sir, a word: and, as i toldyou, my young lady bid me enquire you out; what she bade me say i

will keep to myself: but first let me tell ye, if ye should leadher into a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they say: for the gentlewoman is young;and, therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weakdealing. romeonurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. i protest unto thee,-- nursegood heart, and i' faith i will tell her as much: lord,lord, she will be a joyful woman. romeowhat wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me. nursei will tell her, sir,--that you do protest: which, as i take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.

romeobid her devise some means to come to shriftthis afternoon; and there she shall at friar lawrence' cellbe shriv'd and married. here is for thy pains. nurseno, truly, sir; not a penny. romeogo to; i say you shall. nursethis afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there. romeoand stay, good nurse, behind the abbey-wall: within this hour my man shall be with thee,and bring thee cords made like a tackled stair; which to the high top-gallant of my joymust be my convoy in the secret night. farewell; be trusty, and i'll quit thy pains:farewell; commend me to thy mistress.

nursenow god in heaven bless thee!--hark you, sir. romeowhat say'st thou, my dear nurse? nurseis your man secret? did you ne'er hear say, two may keep counsel, putting one away? romeoi warrant thee, my man's as true as steel. nursewell, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady.--lord, lord! when 'twas a little prating thing,--o, there's a nobleman intown, one paris, that would fain lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief see a toad, a very toad, as see him. i angerher sometimes, and tell her that paris is the properer man; but i'll warrant you, when i say so, she looks as pale as any cloutin the versal world. doth not rosemary and romeo begin both with

a letter? romeoay, nurse; what of that? both with an r. nurseah, mocker! that's the dog's name. r is for the dog: no; iknow it begins with some other letter:--and she hath the prettiest sententious of it, of you and rosemary, that it woulddo you good to hear it. romeocommend me to thy lady. nurseay, a thousand times. [exit romeo.]--peter! peteranon? nursepeter, take my fan, and go before. scene v. capulet's garden.[enter juliet.]

julietthe clock struck nine when i did send the nurse; in half an hour she promis'd to return.perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so.-- o, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts,which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, driving back shadows over lowering hills:therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, and therefore hath the wind-swift cupid wings.now is the sun upon the highmost hill of this day's journey; and from nine till twelveis three long hours,--yet she is not come. had she affections and warm youthful blood,she'd be as swift in motion as a ball; my words would bandy her to my sweet love,and his to me: but old folks, many feign as they were dead;unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.--

o god, she comes![enter nurse and peter]. o honey nurse, what news?hast thou met with him? send thy man away. nursepeter, stay at the gate. [exit peter.] julietnow, good sweet nurse,--o lord, why look'st thou sad?though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; if good, thou sham'st the music of sweet newsby playing it to me with so sour a face. nursei am aweary, give me leave awhile;-- fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have i had! julieti would thou hadst my bones, and i thy news:nay, come, i pray thee speak;--good, good nurse, speak.

nursejesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile? do you not see that i am out of breath? juliethow art thou out of breath, when thou hast breathto say to me that thou art out of breath? the excuse that thou dost make in this delayis longer than the tale thou dost excuse. is thy news good or bad? answer to that;say either, and i'll stay the circumstance: let me be satisfied, is't good or bad? nursewell, you have made a simple choice; you know not how tochoose a man: romeo! no, not he; though his face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's; and for a hand and afoot, and a body,--though they be not to be talked on, yet they are past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy,--but i'llwarrant him as gentle as a lamb.--go thy ways, wench; serve god.-

-what, have you dined at home? julietno, no: but all this did i know before.what says he of our marriage? what of that? nurselord, how my head aches! what a head have i! it beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.my back o' t' other side,--o, my back, my back!-- beshrew your heart for sending me aboutto catch my death with jauncing up and down! julieti' faith, i am sorry that thou art not well. sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? nurseyour love says, like an honest gentleman,and a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome; and, i warrant, a virtuous,--where is your mother?

julietwhere is my mother?--why, she is within;where should she be? how oddly thou repliest! 'your love says, like an honest gentleman,--'where is your mother?' nurseo god's lady dear! are you so hot? marry,come up, i trow;is this the poultice for my aching bones? henceforward, do your messages yourself. juliethere's such a coil!--come, what says romeo? nursehave you got leave to go to shrift to-day? julieti have. nursethen hie you hence to friar lawrence' cell;

there stays a husband to make you a wife:now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, they'll be in scarlet straight at any news.hie you to church; i must another way, to fetch a ladder, by the which your lovemust climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark: i am the drudge, and toil in your delight;but you shall bear the burden soon at night. go; i'll to dinner; hie you to the cell. juliethie to high fortune!--honest nurse, farewell.[exeunt.] scene vi. friar lawrence's cell.[enter friar lawrence and romeo.] friarso smile the heavens upon this holy act that after-hours with sorrow chide us not!

romeoamen, amen! but come what sorrow can,it cannot countervail the exchange of joy that one short minute gives me in her sight:do thou but close our hands with holy words, then love-devouring death do what he dare,--it is enough i may but call her mine. friarthese violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die; like fire and powder,which, as they kiss, consume: the sweetest honey is loathsome in his own deliciousness,and in the taste confounds the appetite: therefore love moderately: long love doth so;too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. here comes the lady:--o, so light a footwill ne'er wear out the everlasting flint: a lover may bestride the gossamerthat idles in the wanton summer air

and yet not fall; so light is vanity.[enter juliet.] julietgood-even to my ghostly confessor. friarromeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. julietas much to him, else is his thanks too much. romeoah, juliet, if the measure of thy joy be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be moreto blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath this neighbour air, and let rich music's tongueunfold the imagin'd happiness that both receive in either by this dear encounter. julietconceit, more rich in matter than in words,

brags of his substance, not of ornament:they are but beggars that can count their worth; but my true love is grown to such excess,i cannot sum up sum of half my wealth. friarcome, come with me, and we will make short work; for, by your leaves, you shall not stay alonetill holy church incorporate two in one. act iii.scene i. a public place. [enter mercutio, benvolio, page, and servants.] benvolioi pray thee, good mercutio, let's retire:the day is hot, the capulets abroad, and, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;for now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. mercutiothou art like one of these fellows that, when he enters the

confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says'god send me no need of thee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws him on the drawer, when indeed there is no need. benvolioam i like such a fellow? mercutiocome, come, thou art as hot a jack in thy mood as any in italy; and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to bemoved. benvolioand what to? mercutionay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. thou! why, thou wilt quarrel with aman that hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast. thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having noother reason but because thou hast hazel eyes;--what eye but such

an eye would spy out such a quarrel? thy head is as full ofquarrels as an egg is full of meat; and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling. thou hast quarrelledwith a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. didst thou not fallout with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before easter? with another for tying his new shoes with an old riband? and yet thouwilt tutor me from quarrelling! benvolioan i were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee simple of my life for an hour and a quarter. mercutiothe fee simple! o simple! benvolioby my head, here come the capulets. mercutioby my heel, i care not.

[enter tybalt and others.] tybaltfollow me close, for i will speak to them.--gentlemen, good-den: a word with one of you. mercutioand but one word with one of us? couple it with something; makeit a word and a blow. tybaltyou shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you will give me occasion. mercutiocould you not take some occasion without giving? tybaltmercutio, thou consortest with romeo,-- mercutioconsort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an thou makeminstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords: here's my

fiddlestick; here's that shall make you dance. zounds, consort! benvoliowe talk here in the public haunt of men:either withdraw unto some private place, and reason coldly of your grievances,or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. mercutiomen's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze; i will not budge for no man's pleasure, i. tybaltwell, peace be with you, sir.--here comes my man.[enter romeo.] mercutiobut i'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery: marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower;your worship in that sense may call him man. tybaltromeo, the love i bear thee can afford

no better term than this,--thou art a villain. romeotybalt, the reason that i have to love theedoth much excuse the appertaining rage to such a greeting. villain am i none;therefore farewell; i see thou know'st me not. tybaltboy, this shall not excuse the injuries that thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw. romeoi do protest i never injur'd thee;but love thee better than thou canst devise till thou shalt know the reason of my love:and so good capulet,--which name i tender as dearly as mine own,--be satisfied. mercutioo calm, dishonourable, vile submission!alla stoccata carries it away. [draws.]

tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? tybaltwhat wouldst thou have with me? mercutiogood king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives; that i mean to make bold withal, and, as you shall use me hereafter,dry-beat the rest of the eight. will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your earsere it be out. tybalti am for you. [drawing.] romeogentle mercutio, put thy rapier up. mercutiocome, sir, your passado. [they fight.]

romeodraw, benvolio; beat down their weapons.--gentlemen, for shame! forbear this outrage!-- tybalt,--mercutio,--the prince expressly hathforbid this bandying in verona streets.-- hold, tybalt!--good mercutio!--[exeunt tybalt with his partizans.] mercutioi am hurt;-- a plague o' both your houses!--i am sped.--is he gone, and hath nothing? benvoliowhat, art thou hurt? mercutioay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.-- where is my page?--go, villain, fetch a surgeon.[exit page.] romeocourage, man; the hurt cannot be much.

mercutiono, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve: ask for me to-morrow, and youshall find me a grave man. i am peppered, i warrant, for this world.--a plague o' both your houses!--zounds, a dog, a rat, amouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic!--why the devilcame you between us? i was hurt under your arm. romeoi thought all for the best. mercutiohelp me into some house, benvolio, or i shall faint.--a plague o' both your houses!they have made worms' meat of me: i have it, and soundly too.--your houses![exit mercutio and benvolio.] romeothis gentleman, the prince's near ally,

my very friend, hath got his mortal hurtin my behalf; my reputation stain'd with tybalt's slander,--tybalt, that an hourhath been my kinsman.--o sweet juliet, thy beauty hath made me effeminateand in my temper soften'd valour's steel. [re-enter benvolio.] benvolioo romeo, romeo, brave mercutio's dead!that gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds, which too untimely here did scorn the earth. romeothis day's black fate on more days doth depend;this but begins the woe others must end. benvoliohere comes the furious tybalt back again. romeoalive in triumph! and mercutio slain!

away to heaven respective lenity,and fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now!-- [re-enter tybalt.]now, tybalt, take the 'villain' back again that late thou gavest me; for mercutio's soulis but a little way above our heads, staying for thine to keep him company.either thou or i, or both, must go with him. tybaltthou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here, shalt with him hence. romeothis shall determine that. [they fight; tybalt falls.] benvolioromeo, away, be gone!the citizens are up, and tybalt slain.--

stand not amaz'd. the prince will doom thee deathif thou art taken. hence, be gone, away! romeoo, i am fortune's fool! benvoliowhy dost thou stay? [exit romeo.][enter citizens, &c.] 1 citizenwhich way ran he that kill'd mercutio? tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? benvoliothere lies that tybalt. 1 citizenup, sir, go with me;i charge thee in the prince's name obey. [enter prince, attended; montague, capulet, their wives,and others.]

princewhere are the vile beginners of this fray? benvolioo noble prince. i can discover all the unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:there lies the man, slain by young romeo, that slew thy kinsman, brave mercutio. lady capulettybalt, my cousin! o my brother's child!-- o prince!--o husband!--o, the blood is spill'dof my dear kinsman!--prince, as thou art true, for blood of ours shed blood of montague.--o cousin, cousin! princebenvolio, who began this bloody fray? benvoliotybalt, here slain, whom romeo's hand did slay;

romeo, that spoke him fair, bid him bethinkhow nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal your high displeasure.--all this,--utteredwith gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,-- could not take truce with the unruly spleenof tybalt, deaf to peace, but that he tilts with piercing steel at bold mercutio's breast;who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, and, with a martial scorn, with one hand beatscold death aside, and with the other sends it back to tybalt, whose dexterityretorts it: romeo he cries aloud, 'hold, friends! friends, part!' and swifter than his tongue,his agile arm beats down their fatal points, and 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arman envious thrust from tybalt hit the life of stout mercutio, and then tybalt fled:but by-and-by comes back to romeo,

who had but newly entertain'd revenge,and to't they go like lightning; for, ere i could draw to part them was stout tybalt slain;and as he fell did romeo turn and fly. this is the truth, or let benvolio die. lady capulethe is a kinsman to the montague,affection makes him false, he speaks not true: some twenty of them fought in this black strife,and all those twenty could but kill one life. i beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;romeo slew tybalt, romeo must not live. princeromeo slew him; he slew mercutio: who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? montaguenot romeo, prince; he was mercutio's friend;his fault concludes but what the law should end,

the life of tybalt. princeand for that offence immediately we do exile him hence:i have an interest in your hate's proceeding, my blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;but i'll amerce you with so strong a fine that you shall all repent the loss of mine:i will be deaf to pleading and excuses; nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses,therefore use none: let romeo hence in haste, else, when he is found, that hour is his last.bear hence this body, and attend our will: mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.[exeunt.] scene ii. a room in capulet's house.[enter juliet.]

julietgallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, towards phoebus' lodging; such a waggoneras phaeton would whip you to the west and bring in cloudy night immediately.--spread thy close curtain, love-performing night! that rude eyes may wink, and romeoleap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.-- lovers can see to do their amorous ritesby their own beauties: or, if love be blind, it best agrees with night.--come, civil night,thou sober-suited matron, all in black, and learn me how to lose a winning match,play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods: hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,with thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold, think true love acted simple modesty.come, night;--come, romeo;--come, thou day in night;

for thou wilt lie upon the wings of nightwhiter than new snow upon a raven's back.-- come, gentle night;--come, loving, black-brow'd night,give me my romeo; and, when he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars,and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night,and pay no worship to the garish sun.-- o, i have bought the mansion of a love,but not possess'd it; and, though i am sold, not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this dayas is the night before some festival to an impatient child that hath new robes,and may not wear them. o, here comes my nurse, and she brings news; and every tongue that speaksbut romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.-- [enter nurse, with cords.]now, nurse, what news? what hast thou there? the cords

that romeo bid thee fetch? nurseay, ay, the cords. [throws them down.] julietah me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands? nurseah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead!we are undone, lady, we are undone!-- alack the day!--he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! julietcan heaven be so envious? nurseromeo can,though heaven cannot.--o romeo, romeo!-- who ever would have thought it?--romeo!

julietwhat devil art thou, that dost torment me thus? this torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.hath romeo slain himself? say thou but i, and that bare vowel i shall poison morethan the death-darting eye of cockatrice: i am not i if there be such an i;or those eyes shut that make thee answer i. if he be slain, say i; or if not, no:brief sounds determine of my weal or woe. nursei saw the wound, i saw it with mine eyes,-- god save the mark!--here on his manly breast.a piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse; pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,all in gore-blood;--i swounded at the sight. julieto, break, my heart!--poor bankrout, break at once!

to prison, eyes; ne'er look on liberty!vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; and thou and romeo press one heavy bier! nurseo tybalt, tybalt, the best friend i had!o courteous tybalt! honest gentleman! that ever i should live to see thee dead! julietwhat storm is this that blows so contrary?is romeo slaughter'd, and is tybalt dead? my dear-lov'd cousin, and my dearer lord?--then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom! for who is living, if those two are gone? nursetybalt is gone, and romeo banished; romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.

julieto god!--did romeo's hand shed tybalt's blood? nurseit did, it did; alas the day, it did! julieto serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb!despised substance of divinest show! just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,a damned saint, an honourable villain!-- o nature, what hadst thou to do in hellwhen thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend in mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?--was ever book containing such vile matter so fairly bound? o, that deceit should dwellin such a gorgeous palace!

nursethere's no trust, no faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd,all forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.-- ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitae.--these griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old. shame come to romeo! julietblister'd be thy tonguefor such a wish! he was not born to shame: upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit;for 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd sole monarch of the universal earth.o, what a beast was i to chide at him! nursewill you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin? julietshall i speak ill of him that is my husband?

ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,when i, thy three-hours' wife, have mangled it?-- but wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?that villain cousin would have kill'd my husband: back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;your tributary drops belong to woe, which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.my husband lives, that tybalt would have slain; and tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband:all this is comfort; wherefore weep i, then? some word there was, worser than tybalt's death,that murder'd me: i would forget it fain; but o, it presses to my memorylike damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds: 'tybalt is dead, and romeo banished.'that 'banished,' that one word 'banished,' hath slain ten thousand tybalts. tybalt's deathwas woe enough, if it had ended there:

or, if sour woe delights in fellowship,and needly will be rank'd with other griefs,-- why follow'd not, when she said tybalt's dead,thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, which modern lamentation might have mov'd?but with a rear-ward following tybalt's death, 'romeo is banished'--to speak that wordis father, mother, tybalt, romeo, juliet, all slain, all dead: 'romeo is banished,'--there is no end, no limit, measure, bound, in that word's death; no words can that woe sound.--where is my father and my mother, nurse? nurseweeping and wailing over tybalt's corse: will you go to them? i will bring you thither. julietwash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent,when theirs are dry, for romeo's banishment.

take up those cords. poor ropes, you are beguil'd,both you and i; for romeo is exil'd: he made you for a highway to my bed;but i, a maid, die maiden-widowed. come, cords; come, nurse; i'll to my wedding-bed;and death, not romeo, take my maidenhead! nursehie to your chamber. i'll find romeo to comfort you: i wot well where he is.hark ye, your romeo will be here at night: i'll to him; he is hid at lawrence' cell. julieto, find him! give this ring to my true knight, and bid him come to take his last farewell.[exeunt.] scene iii. friar lawrence's cell.[enter friar lawrence.]

friarromeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man. affliction is enanmour'd of thy parts,and thou art wedded to calamity. romeofather, what news? what is the prince's doom what sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,that i yet know not? friartoo familiar is my dear son with such sour company:i bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. romeowhat less than doomsday is the prince's doom? friara gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips,-- not body's death, but body's banishment.

romeoha, banishment? be merciful, say death;for exile hath more terror in his look, much more than death; do not say banishment. friarhence from verona art thou banished:be patient, for the world is broad and wide. romeothere is no world without verona walls, but purgatory, torture, hell itself.hence-banished is banish'd from the world, and world's exile is death,--then banishedis death mis-term'd: calling death banishment, thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe,and smil'st upon the stroke that murders me. friaro deadly sin! o rude unthankfulness! thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince,taking thy part, hath brush'd aside the law,

and turn'd that black word death to banishment:this is dear mercy, and thou see'st it not. romeo'tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, where juliet lives; and every cat, and dog,and little mouse, every unworthy thing, live here in heaven, and may look on her;but romeo may not.--more validity, more honourable state, more courtship livesin carrion flies than romeo: they may seize on the white wonder of dear juliet's hand,and steal immortal blessing from her lips; who, even in pure and vestal modesty,still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin; but romeo may not; he is banished,--this may flies do, when i from this must fly. and sayest thou yet that exile is not death!hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife,

no sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,but banished to kill me; banished? o friar, the damned use that word in hell;howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart, being a divine, a ghostly confessor,a sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd, to mangle me with that word banishment? friarthou fond mad man, hear me speak a little,-- romeoo, thou wilt speak again of banishment. friari'll give thee armour to keep off that word;adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, to comfort thee, though thou art banished. romeoyet banished? hang up philosophy!unless philosophy can make a juliet,

displant a town, reverse a prince's doom,it helps not, it prevails not,--talk no more. friaro, then i see that madmen have no ears. romeohow should they, when that wise men have no eyes? friarlet me dispute with thee of thy estate. romeothou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel: wert thou as young as i, juliet thy love,an hour but married, tybalt murdered, doting like me, and like me banished,then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair, and fall upon the ground, as i do now,taking the measure of an unmade grave. [knocking within.]

friararise; one knocks. good romeo, hide thyself. romeonot i; unless the breath of heartsick groans, mist-like infold me from the search of eyes.[knocking.] friarhark, how they knock!--who's there?--romeo, arise; thou wilt be taken.--stay awhile;--stand up;[knocking.] run to my study.--by-and-by!--god's will!what simpleness is this.--i come, i come! [knocking.]who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will? nurse[within.] let me come in, and you shall know my errand; i come from lady juliet.

friarwelcome then. [enter nurse.] nurseo holy friar, o, tell me, holy friar,where is my lady's lord, where's romeo? friarthere on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. nurseo, he is even in my mistress' case,-- just in her case! friaro woeful sympathy!piteous predicament! nurseeven so lies she, blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.--stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man:

for juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;why should you fall into so deep an o? romeonurse! nurseah sir! ah sir!--well, death's the end of all. romeospakest thou of juliet? how is it with her? doth not she think me an old murderer,now i have stain'd the childhood of our joy with blood remov'd but little from her own?where is she? and how doth she? and what says my conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love? nurseo, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; and now falls on her bed; and then starts up,and tybalt calls; and then on romeo cries,

and then down falls again. romeoas if that name,shot from the deadly level of a gun, did murder her; as that name's cursed handmurder'd her kinsman.--o, tell me, friar, tell me, in what vile part of this anatomydoth my name lodge? tell me, that i may sack the hateful mansion.[drawing his sword.] friarhold thy desperate hand: art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art;thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote the unreasonable fury of a beast;unseemly woman in a seeming man! or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!thou hast amaz'd me: by my holy order,

i thought thy disposition better temper'd.hast thou slain tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself? and slay thy lady, too, that lives in thee,by doing damned hate upon thyself? why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth?since birth and heaven and earth, all three do meet in thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose.fie, fie, thou sham'st thy shape, thy love, thy wit; which, like a usurer, abound'st in all,and usest none in that true use indeed which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit:thy noble shape is but a form of wax, digressing from the valour of a man;thy dear love sworn, but hollow perjury, killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish;thy wit, that ornament to shape and love, mis-shapen in the conduct of them both,like powder in a skilless soldier's flask,

is set a-fire by thine own ignorance,and thou dismember'd with thine own defence. what, rouse thee, man! thy juliet is alive,for whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead; there art thou happy: tybalt would kill thee,but thou slewest tybalt; there art thou happy too: the law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend,and turns it to exile; there art thou happy: a pack of blessings lights upon thy back;happiness courts thee in her best array; but, like a misbehav'd and sullen wench,thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:-- take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed, ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her:but, look, thou stay not till the watch be set, for then thou canst not pass to mantua;where thou shalt live till we can find a time

to blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back with twenty hundred thousand times more joythan thou went'st forth in lamentation.-- go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady;and bid her hasten all the house to bed, which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto.romeo is coming. nurseo lord, i could have stay'd here all the night to hear good counsel: o, what learning is!--my lord, i'll tell my lady you will come. romeodo so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. nursehere, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir: hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.[exit.]

romeohow well my comfort is reviv'd by this! friargo hence; good night! and here stands all your state: either be gone before the watch be set,or by the break of day disguis'd from hence. sojourn in mantua; i'll find out your man,and he shall signify from time to time every good hap to you that chances here:give me thy hand; 'tis late; farewell; good night. romeobut that a joy past joy calls out on me, it were a grief so brief to part with thee:farewell scene iv. a room in capulet's house.[enter capulet, lady capulet, and paris.] capuletthings have fallen out, sir, so unluckily

that we have had no time to move our daughter:look you, she lov'd her kinsman tybalt dearly, and so did i; well, we were born to die.'tis very late; she'll not come down to-night: i promise you, but for your company,i would have been a-bed an hour ago. paristhese times of woe afford no tune to woo.-- madam, good night: commend me to your daughter. lady capuleti will, and know her mind early to-morrow;to-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness. capuletsir paris, i will make a desperate tender of my child's love: i think she will be rul'din all respects by me; nay more, i doubt it not.-- wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;acquaint her here of my son paris' love;

and bid her, mark you me, on wednesday next,--but, soft! what day is this? parismonday, my lord. capuletmonday! ha, ha! well, wednesday is too soon, thursday let it be;--a thursday, tell her,she shall be married to this noble earl.-- will you be ready? do you like this haste?we'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two; for, hark you, tybalt being slain so late,it may be thought we held him carelessly, being our kinsman, if we revel much:therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, and there an end. but what say you to thursday? parismy lord, i would that thursday were to-morrow.

capuletwell, get you gone: o' thursday be it then.-- go you to juliet, ere you go to bed,prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.-- farewell, my lord.--light to my chamber, ho!--afore me, it is so very very late that we may call it early by and by.--good night. scene v. an open gallery to juliet's chamber, overlooking thegarden. [enter romeo and juliet.] julietwilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:it was the nightingale, and not the lark, that pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear;nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree: believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

romeoit was the lark, the herald of the morn,no nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.i must be gone and live, or stay and die. julietyond light is not daylight, i know it, i: it is some meteor that the sun exhalesto be to thee this night a torch-bearer and light thee on the way to mantua:therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone. romeolet me be ta'en, let me be put to death; i am content, so thou wilt have it so.i'll say yon gray is not the morning's eye, 'tis but the pale reflex of cynthia's brow;nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat

the vaulty heaven so high above our heads:i have more care to stay than will to go.-- come, death, and welcome! juliet wills it so.--how is't, my soul? let's talk,--it is not day. julietit is, it is!--hie hence, be gone, away! it is the lark that sings so out of tune,straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. some say the lark makes sweet division;this doth not so, for she divideth us: some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes;o, now i would they had chang'd voices too! since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day. o, now be gone; more light and light it grows. romeomore light and light,--more dark and dark our woes![enter nurse.]

nursemadam! julietnurse? nurseyour lady mother is coming to your chamber: the day is broke; be wary, look about.[exit.] julietthen, window, let day in, and let life out. romeofarewell, farewell! one kiss, and i'll descend. [descends.] julietart thou gone so? my lord, my love, my friend!i must hear from thee every day i' the hour, for in a minute there are many days:o, by this count i shall be much in years

ere i again behold my romeo! romeofarewell!i will omit no opportunity that may convey my greetings, love, to thee. julieto, think'st thou we shall ever meet again? romeoi doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve for sweet discourses in our time to come. julieto god! i have an ill-divining soul!methinks i see thee, now thou art below, as one dead in the bottom of a tomb:either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. romeoand trust me, love, in my eye so do you:

dry sorrow drinks our blood. adieu, adieu![exit below.] julieto fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle: if thou art fickle, what dost thou with himthat is renown'd for faith? be fickle, fortune; for then, i hope, thou wilt not keep him longbut send him back. lady capulet[within.] ho, daughter! are you up? julietwho is't that calls? is it my lady mother? is she not down so late, or up so early?what unaccustom'd cause procures her hither? [enter lady capulet.] lady capuletwhy, how now, juliet?

julietmadam, i am not well. lady capuletevermore weeping for your cousin's death?what, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? an if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;therefore have done: some grief shows much of love; but much of grief shows still some want of wit. julietyet let me weep for such a feeling loss. lady capuletso shall you feel the loss, but not the friendwhich you weep for. julietfeeling so the loss, i cannot choose but ever weep the friend. lady capuletwell, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his deathas that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.

julietwhat villain, madam? lady capuletthat same villain romeo. julietvillain and he be many miles asunder.-- god pardon him! i do, with all my heart;and yet no man like he doth grieve my heart. lady capuletthat is because the traitor murderer lives. julietay, madam, from the reach of these my hands. would none but i might venge my cousin's death! lady capuletwe will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:then weep no more. i'll send to one in mantua,-- where that same banish'd runagate doth live,--shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram

that he shall soon keep tybalt company:and then i hope thou wilt be satisfied. julietindeed i never shall be satisfied with romeo till i behold him--dead--is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd: madam, if you could find out but a manto bear a poison, i would temper it, that romeo should, upon receipt thereof,soon sleep in quiet. o, how my heart abhors to hear him nam'd,--and cannot come to him,--to wreak the love i bore my cousin tybalt upon his body that hath slaughter'd him! lady capuletfind thou the means, and i'll find such a man.but now i'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. julietand joy comes well in such a needy time:

what are they, i beseech your ladyship? lady capuletwell, well, thou hast a careful father, child;one who, to put thee from thy heaviness, hath sorted out a sudden day of joythat thou expect'st not, nor i look'd not for. julietmadam, in happy time, what day is that? lady capuletmarry, my child, early next thursday morn the gallant, young, and noble gentleman,the county paris, at st. peter's church, shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. julietnow by saint peter's church, and peter too, he shall not make me there a joyful bride.i wonder at this haste; that i must wed

ere he that should be husband comes to woo.i pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, i will not marry yet; and when i do, i swearit shall be romeo, whom you know i hate, rather than paris:--these are news indeed! lady capulethere comes your father: tell him so yourself,and see how he will take it at your hands. [enter capulet and nurse.] capuletwhen the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;but for the sunset of my brother's son it rains downright.--how now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? evermore showering? in one little bodythou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind: for still thy eyes, which i may call the sea,do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,

sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;who,--raging with thy tears and they with them,-- without a sudden calm, will oversetthy tempest-tossed body.--how now, wife! have you deliver'd to her our decree? lady capuletay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.i would the fool were married to her grave! capuletsoft! take me with you, take me with you, wife. how! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?is she not proud? doth she not count her bles'd, unworthy as she is, that we have wroughtso worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? julietnot proud you have; but thankful that you have: proud can i never be of what i hate;but thankful even for hate that is meant love.

capulethow now, how now, chop-logic! what is this? proud,--and, i thank you,--and i thank you not;--and yet not proud:--mistress minion, you, thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,but fettle your fine joints 'gainst thursday next to go with paris to saint peter's church,or i will drag thee on a hurdle thither. out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage!you tallow-face! lady capuletfie, fie! what, are you mad? julietgood father, i beseech you on my knees, hear me with patience but to speak a word. capulethang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!

i tell thee what,--get thee to church o' thursday,or never after look me in the face: speak not, reply not, do not answer me;my fingers itch.--wife, we scarce thought us bles'd that god had lent us but this only child;but now i see this one is one too much, and that we have a curse in having her:out on her, hilding! nursegod in heaven bless her!-- you are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. capuletand why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. nursei speak no treason. capuleto, god ye good-en!

nursemay not one speak? capuletpeace, you mumbling fool! utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl,for here we need it not. lady capuletyou are too hot. capuletgod's bread! it makes me mad: day, night, hour, time, tide, work, play,alone, in company, still my care hath been to have her match'd, and having now provideda gentleman of noble parentage, of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts, proportion'd as one's heart would wish a man,--and then to have a wretched puling fool,

a whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,to answer, 'i'll not wed,--i cannot love, i am too young,--i pray you pardon me:'--but, an you will not wed, i'll pardon you: graze where you will, you shall not house with me:look to't, think on't, i do not use to jest. thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise:an you be mine, i'll give you to my friend; an you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i' the streets,for, by my soul, i'll ne'er acknowledge thee, nor what is mine shall never do thee good:trust to't, bethink you, i'll not be forsworn. julietis there no pity sitting in the clouds,that sees into the bottom of my grief? o, sweet my mother, cast me not away!delay this marriage for a month, a week; or, if you do not, make the bridal bedin that dim monument where tybalt lies.

lady capulettalk not to me, for i'll not speak a word; do as thou wilt, for i have done with thee.[exit.] julieto god!--o nurse! how shall this be prevented? my husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;how shall that faith return again to earth, unless that husband send it me from heavenby leaving earth?--comfort me, counsel me.-- alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagemsupon so soft a subject as myself!-- what say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy?some comfort, nurse. nursefaith, here 'tis; romeo is banished; and all the world to nothingthat he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;

or if he do, it needs must be by stealth.then, since the case so stands as now it doth, i think it best you married with the county.o, he's a lovely gentleman! romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madam,hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye as paris hath. beshrew my very heart,i think you are happy in this second match, for it excels your first: or if it did not,your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were, as living here, and you no use of him. julietspeakest thou this from thy heart? nurseand from my soul too; or else beshrew them both.

julietamen! nursewhat? julietwell, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. go in; and tell my lady i am gone,having displeas'd my father, to lawrence' cell, to make confession and to be absolv'd. nursemarry, i will; and this is wisely done. julietancient damnation! o most wicked fiend!is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn, or to dispraise my lord with that same tonguewhich she hath prais'd him with above compare so many thousand times?--go, counsellor;thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.--

i'll to the friar to know his remedy;if all else fail, myself have power to die. act iv.scene i. friar lawrence's cell. [enter friar lawrence and paris.] friaron thursday, sir? the time is very short. parismy father capulet will have it so;and i am nothing slow to slack his haste. friaryou say you do not know the lady's mind: uneven is the course; i like it not. parisimmoderately she weeps for tybalt's death,and therefore have i little talk'd of love; for venus smiles not in a house of tears.now, sir, her father counts it dangerous

that she do give her sorrow so much sway;and, in his wisdom, hastes our marriage, to stop the inundation of her tears;which, too much minded by herself alone, may be put from her by society:now do you know the reason of this haste. friar[aside.] i would i knew not why it should be slow'd.-- look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell.[enter juliet.] parishappily met, my lady and my wife! julietthat may be, sir, when i may be a wife. paristhat may be must be, love, on thursday next. julietwhat must be shall be.

friarthat's a certain text. pariscome you to make confession to this father? julietto answer that, i should confess to you. parisdo not deny to him that you love me. julieti will confess to you that i love him. parisso will ye, i am sure, that you love me. julietif i do so, it will be of more price, being spoke behind your back than to your face. parispoor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears.

julietthe tears have got small victory by that;for it was bad enough before their spite. paristhou wrong'st it more than tears with that report. julietthat is no slander, sir, which is a truth; and what i spake, i spake it to my face. paristhy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. julietit may be so, for it is not mine own.--are you at leisure, holy father, now; or shall i come to you at evening mass? friarmy leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.--my lord, we must entreat the time alone. parisgod shield i should disturb devotion!--

juliet, on thursday early will i rouse you:till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss. julieto, shut the door! and when thou hast done so,come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help! friarah, juliet, i already know thy grief; it strains me past the compass of my wits:i hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, on thursday next be married to this county. juliettell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,unless thou tell me how i may prevent it: if, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,do thou but call my resolution wise, and with this knife i'll help it presently.god join'd my heart and romeo's, thou our hands; and ere this hand, by thee to romeo's seal'd,shall be the label to another deed,

or my true heart with treacherous revoltturn to another, this shall slay them both: therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time,give me some present counsel; or, behold, 'twixt my extremes and me this bloody knifeshall play the empire; arbitrating that which the commission of thy years and artcould to no issue of true honour bring. be not so long to speak; i long to die,if what thou speak'st speak not of remedy. friarhold, daughter. i do spy a kind of hope, which craves as desperate an executionas that is desperate which we would prevent. if, rather than to marry county paristhou hast the strength of will to slay thyself, then is it likely thou wilt undertakea thing like death to chide away this shame,

that cop'st with death himself to scape from it;and, if thou dar'st, i'll give thee remedy. julieto, bid me leap, rather than marry paris, from off the battlements of yonder tower;or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;or shut me nightly in a charnel-house, o'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,with reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls; or bid me go into a new-made grave,and hide me with a dead man in his shroud; things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;and i will do it without fear or doubt, to live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. friarhold, then; go home, be merry, give consentto marry paris: wednesday is to-morrow;

to-morrow night look that thou lie alone,let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber: take thou this vial, being then in bed,and this distilled liquor drink thou off: when, presently, through all thy veins shall runa cold and drowsy humour; for no pulse shall keep his native progress, but surcease:no warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest; the roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fadeto paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall, like death, when he shuts up the day of life;each part, depriv'd of supple government, shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death:and in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death thou shalt continue two-and-forty hours,and then awake as from a pleasant sleep. now, when the bridegroom in the morning comesto rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:

then,--as the manner of our country is,--in thy best robes, uncover'd, on the bier, thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vaultwhere all the kindred of the capulets lie. in the mean time, against thou shalt awake,shall romeo by my letters know our drift; and hither shall he come: and he and iwill watch thy waking, and that very night shall romeo bear thee hence to mantua.and this shall free thee from this present shame, if no inconstant toy nor womanish fearabate thy valour in the acting it. julietgive me, give me! o, tell not me of fear! friarhold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous in this resolve: i'll send a friar with speedto mantua, with my letters to thy lord.

julietlove give me strength! and strength shall help afford. farewell, dear father.[exeunt.] scene ii. hall in capulet's house.[enter capulet, lady capulet, nurse, and servants.] capuletso many guests invite as here are writ.-- [exit first servant.]sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. 2 servantyou shall have none ill, sir; for i'll try if they can lick their fingers. capulethow canst thou try them so? 2 servantmarry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers:therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me.

capuletgo, begone.-- [exit second servant.]we shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.-- what, is my daughter gone to friar lawrence? nurseay, forsooth. capuletwell, be may chance to do some good on her:a peevish self-will'd harlotry it is. nursesee where she comes from shrift with merry look. capulethow now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding? julietwhere i have learn'd me to repent the sinof disobedient opposition to you and your behests; and am enjoin'dby holy lawrence to fall prostrate here,

to beg your pardon:--pardon, i beseech you!henceforward i am ever rul'd by you. capuletsend for the county; go tell him of this: i'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. julieti met the youthful lord at lawrence' cell; and gave him what becomed love i might,not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. capuletwhy, i am glad on't; this is well,--stand up,-- this is as't should be.--let me see the county;ay, marry, go, i say, and fetch him hither.-- now, afore god, this reverend holy friar,all our whole city is much bound to him. julietnurse, will you go with me into my closet,

to help me sort such needful ornamentsas you think fit to furnish me to-morrow? lady capuletno, not till thursday; there is time enough. capuletgo, nurse, go with her.--we'll to church to-morrow. [exeunt juliet and nurse.] lady capuletwe shall be short in our provision:'tis now near night. capulettush, i will stir about, and all things shall be well, i warrant thee, wife:go thou to juliet, help to deck up her; i'll not to bed to-night;--let me alone;i'll play the housewife for this once.--what, ho!-- they are all forth: well, i will walk myselfto county paris, to prepare him up

against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous lightsince this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. scene iii. juliet's chamber.[enter juliet and nurse.] julietay, those attires are best:--but, gentle nurse, i pray thee, leave me to myself to-night;for i have need of many orisons to move the heavens to smile upon my state,which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin. lady capuletwhat, are you busy, ho? need you my help? julietno, madam; we have cull'd such necessariesas are behoveful for our state to-morrow: so please you, let me now be left alone,and let the nurse this night sit up with you; for i am sure you have your hands full allin this so sudden business.

lady capuletgood night: get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.[exeunt lady capulet and nurse.] julietfarewell!--god knows when we shall meet again. i have a faint cold fear thrills through my veinsthat almost freezes up the heat of life: i'll call them back again to comfort me;--nurse!--what should she do here? my dismal scene i needs must act alone.--come, vial.-- what if this mixture do not work at all?shall i be married, then, to-morrow morning?-- no, no!--this shall forbid it:--lie thou there.--[laying down her dagger.] what if it be a poison, which the friarsubtly hath minister'd to have me dead,

lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,because he married me before to romeo? i fear it is: and yet methinks it should not,for he hath still been tried a holy man:-- i will not entertain so bad a thought.--how if, when i am laid into the tomb, i wake before the time that romeocome to redeem me? there's a fearful point! shall i not then be stifled in the vault,to whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, and there die strangled ere my romeo comes?or, if i live, is it not very like the horrible conceit of death and night,together with the terror of the place,-- as in a vault, an ancient receptacle,where, for this many hundred years, the bones of all my buried ancestors are pack'd;where bloody tybalt, yet but green in earth,

lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,at some hours in the night spirits resort;-- alack, alack, is it not like that i,so early waking,--what with loathsome smells, and shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth,that living mortals, hearing them, run mad;-- o, if i wake, shall i not be distraught,environed with all these hideous fears? and madly play with my forefathers' joints?and pluck the mangled tybalt from his shroud? and, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,as with a club, dash out my desperate brains?-- o, look! methinks i see my cousin's ghostseeking out romeo, that did spit his body upon a rapier's point:--stay, tybalt, stay!--romeo, i come! this do i drink to thee. [throws herself on the bed.]

scene iv. hall in capulet's house.[enter lady capulet and nurse.] lady capulethold, take these keys and fetch more spices, nurse. nursethey call for dates and quinces in the pastry. [enter capulet.] capuletcome, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd, the curfew bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:--look to the bak'd meats, good angelica; spare not for cost. nursego, you cot-quean, go,get you to bed; faith, you'll be sick to-morrow for this night's watching.

capuletno, not a whit: what! i have watch'd ere nowall night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. lady capuletay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time; but i will watch you from such watching now.[exeunt lady capulet and nurse.] capuleta jealous-hood, a jealous-hood!--now, fellow, [enter servants, with spits, logs and baskets.]what's there? 1 servantthings for the cook, sir; but i know not what. capuletmake haste, make haste. [exit 1 servant.] --sirrah, fetch drier logs:call peter, he will show thee where they are. 2 servanti have a head, sir, that will find out logs

and never trouble peter for the matter.[exit.] capuletmass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha! thou shalt be logger-head.--good faith, 'tis day.the county will be here with music straight, for so he said he would:--i hear him near.[music within.] nurse!--wife!--what, ho!--what, nurse, i say![re-enter nurse.] go, waken juliet; go and trim her up;i'll go and chat with paris:--hie, make haste, make haste; the bridegroom he is come already:make haste, i say. scene v. juliet's chamber; juliet on the bed.[enter nurse.] nursemistress!--what, mistress!--juliet!--fast, i warrant her, she:--

why, lamb!--why, lady!--fie, you slug-abed!--why, love, i say!--madam! sweetheart!--why, bride!-- what, not a word?--you take your pennyworths now;sleep for a week; for the next night, i warrant, the county paris hath set up his restthat you shall rest but little.--god forgive me! marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep!i needs must wake her.--madam, madam, madam!-- ay, let the county take you in your bed;he'll fright you up, i' faith.--will it not be? what, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!i must needs wake you.--lady! lady! lady!-- alas, alas!--help, help! my lady's dead!--o, well-a-day that ever i was born!-- some aqua-vitae, ho!--my lord! my lady![enter lady capulet.] lady capuletwhat noise is here?

nurseo lamentable day! lady capuletwhat is the matter? nurselook, look! o heavy day! lady capuleto me, o me!--my child, my only life! revive, look up, or i will die with thee!--help, help!--call help. capuletfor shame, bring juliet forth; her lord is come. nurseshe's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack the day! lady capuletalack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead! capuletha! let me see her:--out alas! she's cold;

her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;life and these lips have long been separated: death lies on her like an untimely frostupon the sweetest flower of all the field. accursed time! unfortunate old man! lady capuleto woful time! capuletdeath, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.[enter friar lawrence and paris, with musicians.] friarcome, is the bride ready to go to church? capuletready to go, but never to return:-- o son, the night before thy wedding dayhath death lain with thy bride:--there she lies,

flower as she was, deflowered by him.death is my son-in-law, death is my heir; my daughter he hath wedded: i will die.and leave him all; life, living, all is death's. parishave i thought long to see this morning's face, and doth it give me such a sight as this? lady capuletaccurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!most miserable hour that e'er time saw in lasting labour of his pilgrimage!but one, poor one, one poor and loving child, but one thing to rejoice and solace in,and cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight! nurseo woe! o woeful, woeful, woeful day! most lamentable day, most woeful daythat ever, ever, i did yet behold!

o day! o day! o day! o hateful day!never was seen so black a day as this: o woeful day! o woeful day! parisbeguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!most detestable death, by thee beguil'd, by cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!--o love! o life!--not life, but love in death! capuletdespis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!-- uncomfortable time, why cam'st thou nowto murder, murder our solemnity?-- o child! o child!--my soul, and not my child!--dead art thou, dead!--alack, my child is dead; and with my child my joys are buried! friarpeace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not

in these confusions. heaven and yourselfhad part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all, and all the better is it for the maid:your part in her you could not keep from death; but heaven keeps his part in eternal life.the most you sought was her promotion; for 'twas your heaven she should be advanc'd:and weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?o, in this love, you love your child so ill that you run mad, seeing that she is well:she's not well married that lives married long: but she's best married that dies married young.dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary on this fair corse; and, as the custom is,in all her best array bear her to church; for though fond nature bids us all lament,yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.

capuletall things that we ordained festival turn from their office to black funeral:our instruments to melancholy bells; our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast;our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change; our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,and all things change them to the contrary. friarsir, go you in,--and, madam, go with him;-- and go, sir paris;--every one prepareto follow this fair corse unto her grave: the heavens do lower upon you for some ill;move them no more by crossing their high will. [exeunt capulet, lady capulet, paris, and friar.] 1 musicianfaith, we may put up our pipes and be gone.

nursehonest good fellows, ah, put up, put up;for well you know this is a pitiful case. 1 musicianay, by my troth, the case may be amended.[enter peter.] petermusicians, o, musicians, 'heart's ease,' 'heart's ease': o, an you will have me live, play 'heart's ease.' 1 musicianwhy 'heart's ease'? petero, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'my heart is full of woe': o, play me some merry dump to comfort me. 1 musiciannot a dump we: 'tis no time to play now. peteryou will not then?

1 musicianno. peteri will then give it you soundly. 1 musicianwhat will you give us? peterno money, on my faith; but the gleek,--i will give you the minstrel. 1 musicianthen will i give you the serving-creature. peterthen will i lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate.i will carry no crotchets: i'll re you, i'll fa you: do you note me? 1 musicianan you re us and fa us, you note us.

2 musicianpray you put up your dagger, and put out your wit. peterthen have at you with my wit! i will dry-beat you with aniron wit, and put up my iron dagger.--answer me like men: 'when griping grief the heart doth wound,and doleful dumps the mind oppress, then music with her silver sound'--why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver sound'?-- what say you, simon catling? 1 musicianmarry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. peterpretty!--what say you, hugh rebeck? 2 musiciani say 'silver sound' because musicians sound for silver. peterpretty too!--what say you, james soundpost?

3 musicianfaith, i know not what to say. petero, i cry you mercy; you are the singer: i will say for you. it is 'music with her silver sound' because musicians have nogold for sounding:-- 'then music with her silver soundwith speedy help doth lend redress.' 1 musicianwhat a pestilent knave is this same! 2 musicianhang him, jack!--come, we'll in here; tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner.[exeunt.] act v.scene i. mantua. a street. romeoif i may trust the flattering eye of sleep,my dreams presage some joyful news at hand;

my bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;and all this day an unaccustom'd spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.i dreamt my lady came and found me dead,-- strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think!--and breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, that i reviv'd, and was an emperor.ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, when but love's shadows are so rich in joy![enter balthasar.] news from verona!--how now, balthasar?dost thou not bring me letters from the friar? how doth my lady? is my father well?how fares my juliet? that i ask again; for nothing can be ill if she be well. balthasarthen she is well, and nothing can be ill:her body sleeps in capel's monument,

and her immortal part with angels lives.i saw her laid low in her kindred's vault, and presently took post to tell it you:o, pardon me for bringing these ill news, since you did leave it for my office, sir. romeois it even so? then i defy you, stars!--thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper, and hire post-horses. i will hence to-night.balthasar i do beseech you, sir, have patience:your looks are pale and wild, and do import some misadventure. romeotush, thou art deceiv'd:leave me, and do the thing i bid thee do. hast thou no letters to me from the friar?

balthasarno, my good lord. romeono matter: get thee gone,and hire those horses; i'll be with thee straight. [exit balthasar.]well, juliet, i will lie with thee to-night. let's see for means;--o mischief, thou art swiftto enter in the thoughts of desperate men! i do remember an apothecary,--and hereabouts he dwells,--which late i noted in tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,culling of simples; meagre were his looks, sharp misery had worn him to the bones;and in his needy shop a tortoise hung, an alligator stuff'd, and other skinsof ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves a beggarly account of empty boxes,green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,

remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses,were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show. noting this penury, to myself i said,an if a man did need a poison now, whose sale is present death in mantua,here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him. o, this same thought did but forerun my need;and this same needy man must sell it me. as i remember, this should be the house:being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.-- what, ho! apothecary![enter apothecary.] apothecarywho calls so loud? romeocome hither, man.--i see that thou art poor; hold, there is forty ducats: let me havea dram of poison; such soon-speeding gear

as will disperse itself through all the veinsthat the life-weary taker mall fall dead; and that the trunk may be discharg'd of breathas violently as hasty powder fir'd doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. apothecarysuch mortal drugs i have; but mantua's lawis death to any he that utters them. romeoart thou so bare and full of wretchedness and fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,need and oppression starveth in thine eyes, contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back,the world is not thy friend, nor the world's law: the world affords no law to make thee rich;then be not poor, but break it and take this. apothecarymy poverty, but not my will consents.

romeoi pay thy poverty, and not thy will. apothecaryput this in any liquid thing you will, and drink it off; and, if you had the strengthof twenty men, it would despatch you straight. romeothere is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, doing more murders in this loathsome worldthan these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell: i sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none.farewell: buy food and get thyself in flesh.-- come, cordial and not poison, go with meto juliet's grave; for there must i use thee. scene ii. friar lawrence's cell.[enter friar john.] friar johnholy franciscan friar! brother, ho!

[enter friar lawrence.] friar lawrencethis same should be the voice of friar john.welcome from mantua: what says romeo? or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. friar johngoing to find a barefoot brother out,one of our order, to associate me, here in this city visiting the sick,and finding him, the searchers of the town, suspecting that we both were in a housewhere the infectious pestilence did reign, seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth;so that my speed to mantua there was stay'd. friar lawrencewho bare my letter, then, to romeo? friar johni could not send it,--here it is again,--

nor get a messenger to bring it thee,so fearful were they of infection. friar lawrenceunhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, the letter was not nice, but full of chargeof dear import; and the neglecting it may do much danger. friar john, go hence;get me an iron crow and bring it straight unto my cell. friar johnbrother, i'll go and bring it thee. friar lawrencenow must i to the monument alone;within this three hours will fair juliet wake: she will beshrew me much that romeohath had no notice of these accidents; but i will write again to mantua,and keep her at my cell till romeo come;--

poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb![exit.] scene iii. a churchyard; in it a monument belonging to thecapulets. [enter paris, and his page bearing flowers and a torch.] parisgive me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof;--yet put it out, for i would not be seen. under yond yew tree lay thee all along,holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; so shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,--being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,-- but thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,as signal that thou hear'st something approach. give me those flowers. do as i bid thee, go. page[aside.] i am almost afraid to stand alonehere in the churchyard; yet i will adventure.

[retires.] parissweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed i strew:o woe! thy canopy is dust and stones! which with sweet water nightly i will dew;or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: the obsequies that i for thee will keep,nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. [the page whistles.]the boy gives warning something doth approach. what cursed foot wanders this way to-night,to cross my obsequies and true love's rite? what, with a torch! muffle me, night, awhile.[retires.] [enter romeo and balthasar with a torch, mattock, &c.] romeogive me that mattock and the wrenching iron.

hold, take this letter; early in the morningsee thou deliver it to my lord and father. give me the light; upon thy life i charge thee,whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof and do not interrupt me in my course.why i descend into this bed of death is partly to behold my lady's face,but chiefly to take thence from her dead finger a precious ring,--a ring that i must usein dear employment: therefore hence, be gone:-- but if thou, jealous, dost return to pryin what i further shall intend to do, by heaven, i will tear thee joint by joint,and strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: the time and my intents are savage-wild;more fierce and more inexorable far than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

balthasari will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. romeoso shalt thou show me friendship.--take thou that:live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow. balthasarfor all this same, i'll hide me hereabout: his looks i fear, and his intents i doubt.[retires.] romeothou detestable maw, thou womb of death, gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth,thus i enforce thy rotten jaws to open, [breaking open the door of the monument.]and, in despite, i'll cram thee with more food! paristhis is that banish'd haughty montague that murder'd my love's cousin,--with which grief,it is supposed, the fair creature died,--

and here is come to do some villanous shameto the dead bodies: i will apprehend him.-- [advances.]stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile montague! can vengeance be pursu'd further than death?condemned villain, i do apprehend thee; obey, and go with me; for thou must die. romeoi must indeed; and therefore came i hither.--good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; fly hence and leave me:--think upon these gone;let them affright thee.--i beseech thee, youth, put not another sin upon my headby urging me to fury: o, be gone! by heaven, i love thee better than myself;for i come hither arm'd against myself: stay not, be gone;--live, and hereafter say,a madman's mercy bid thee run away.

parisi do defy thy conjurations, and apprehend thee for a felon here. romeowilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy![they fight.] pageo lord, they fight! i will go call the watch. pariso, i am slain! [falls.] if thou be merciful,open the tomb, lay me with juliet. [dies.] romeoin faith, i will.--let me peruse this face:--mercutio's kinsman, noble county paris!-- what said my man, when my betossed souldid not attend him as we rode? i think he told me paris should have married juliet:said he not so? or did i dream it so?

or am i mad, hearing him talk of juliet,to think it was so?--o, give me thy hand, one writ with me in sour misfortune's book!i'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;-- a grave? o, no, a lanthorn, slaught'red youth,for here lies juliet, and her beauty makes this vault a feasting presence full of light.death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. [laying paris in the monument.]how oft when men are at the point of death have they been merry! which their keepers calla lightning before death: o, how may i call this a lightning?--o my love! my wife!death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,and death's pale flag is not advanced there.--

tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?o, what more favour can i do to thee than with that hand that cut thy youth in twainto sunder his that was thine enemy? forgive me, cousin!--ah, dear juliet,why art thou yet so fair? shall i believe that unsubstantial death is amorous;and that the lean abhorred monster keeps thee here in dark to be his paramour?for fear of that i still will stay with thee, and never from this palace of dim nightdepart again: here, here will i remain with worms that are thy chambermaids: o, herewill i set up my everlasting rest; and shake the yoke of inauspicious starsfrom this world-wearied flesh.--eyes, look your last! arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, o youthe doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss

a dateless bargain to engrossing death!--come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! thou desperate pilot, now at once run onthe dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! here's to my love! [drinks.]--o true apothecary!thy drugs are quick.--thus with a kiss i die. [dies.][enter, at the other end of the churchyard, friar lawrence, with a lantern, crow, and spade.] friarsaint francis be my speed! how oft to-nighthave my old feet stumbled at graves!--who's there? who is it that consorts, so late, the dead? balthasarhere's one, a friend, and one that knows you well. friarbliss be upon you! tell me, good my friend,

what torch is yond that vainly lends his lightto grubs and eyeless skulls? as i discern, it burneth in the capels' monument. balthasarit doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,one that you love. friarwho is it? balthasarromeo. friarhow long hath he been there? balthasarfull half an hour. friargo with me to the vault. balthasari dare not, sir;

my master knows not but i am gone hence;and fearfully did menace me with death if i did stay to look on his intents. friarstay then; i'll go alone:--fear comes upon me; o, much i fear some ill unlucky thing. balthasaras i did sleep under this yew tree here,i dreamt my master and another fought, and that my master slew him. friarromeo! [advances.] alack, alack! what blood is this which stainsthe stony entrance of this sepulchre?-- what mean these masterless and gory swordsto lie discolour'd by this place of peace?

[enters the monument.]romeo! o, pale!--who else? what, paris too? and steep'd in blood?--ah, what an unkind houris guilty of this lamentable chance!--the lady stirs. [juliet wakes and stirs.] julieto comfortable friar! where is my lord?--i do remember well where i should be, and there i am:--where is my romeo?[noise within.] friari hear some noise.--lady, come from that nest of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep:a greater power than we can contradict hath thwarted our intents:--come, come away!thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; and paris too:--come, i'll dispose of theeamong a sisterhood of holy nuns:

stay not to question, for the watch is coming.come, go, good juliet [noise within],--i dare no longer stay. julietgo, get thee hence, for i will not away.-- [exit friar lawrence.]what's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand? poison, i see, hath been his timeless end:--o churl! drink all, and left no friendly drop to help me after?--i will kiss thy lips;haply some poison yet doth hang on them, to make me die with a restorative.[kisses him.] thy lips are warm! 1 watch[within.] lead, boy:--which way? julietyea, noise?--then i'll be brief.--o happy dagger!

[snatching romeo's dagger.]this is thy sheath [stabs herself]; there rest, and let me die. [falls on romeo's body and dies.][enter watch, with the page of paris.] pagethis is the place; there, where the torch doth burn. 1 watchthe ground is bloody; search about the churchyard: go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach.[exeunt some of the watch.] pitiful sight! here lies the county slain;--and juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, who here hath lain this two days buried.--go, tell the prince;--run to the capulets,-- raise up the montagues,--some others search:--[exeunt others of the watch.] we see the ground whereon these woes do lie;but the true ground of all these piteous woes

we cannot without circumstance descry.[re-enter some of the watch with balthasar.] 2 watchhere's romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard. 1 watchhold him in safety till the prince come hither. [re-enter others of the watch with friar lawrence.] 3 watchhere is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps:we took this mattock and this spade from him as he was coming from this churchyard side. 1 watcha great suspicion: stay the friar too. [enter the prince and attendants.] princewhat misadventure is so early up,that calls our person from our morning's rest?

[enter capulet, lady capulet, and others.] capuletwhat should it be, that they so shriek abroad? lady capuletthe people in the street cry romeo, some juliet, and some paris; and all run,with open outcry, toward our monument. princewhat fear is this which startles in our ears? 1 watchsovereign, here lies the county paris slain; and romeo dead; and juliet, dead before,warm and new kill'd. princesearch, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. 1 watchhere is a friar, and slaughter'd romeo's man,

with instruments upon them fit to openthese dead men's tombs. capuleto heaven!--o wife, look how our daughter bleeds! this dagger hath mista'en,--for, lo, his houseis empty on the back of montague,-- and it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom! lady capuleto me! this sight of death is as a bell that warns my old age to a sepulchre.[enter montague and others.] princecome, montague; for thou art early up, to see thy son and heir more early down. montaguealas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;

grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath:what further woe conspires against mine age? princelook, and thou shalt see. montagueo thou untaught! what manners is in this, to press before thy father to a grave? princeseal up the mouth of outrage for a while,till we can clear these ambiguities, and know their spring, their head, their true descent;and then will i be general of your woes, and lead you even to death: meantime forbear,and let mischance be slave to patience.-- bring forth the parties of suspicion. friari am the greatest, able to do least,yet most suspected, as the time and place

doth make against me, of this direful murder;and here i stand, both to impeach and purge myself condemned and myself excus'd. princethen say at once what thou dost know in this. friari will be brief, for my short date of breath is not so long as is a tedious tale.romeo, there dead, was husband to that juliet; and she, there dead, that romeo's faithful wife:i married them; and their stol'n marriage day was tybalt's doomsday, whose untimely deathbanish'd the new-made bridegroom from this city; for whom, and not for tybalt, juliet pin'd.you, to remove that siege of grief from her, betroth'd, and would have married her perforce,to county paris:--then comes she to me,

and with wild looks, bid me devise some meansto rid her from this second marriage, or in my cell there would she kill herself.then gave i her, so tutored by my art, a sleeping potion; which so took effectas i intended, for it wrought on her the form of death: meantime i writ to romeothat he should hither come as this dire night, to help to take her from her borrow'd grave,being the time the potion's force should cease. but he which bore my letter, friar john,was stay'd by accident; and yesternight return'd my letter back. then all aloneat the prefixed hour of her waking came i to take her from her kindred's vault;meaning to keep her closely at my cell till i conveniently could send to romeo:but when i came,--some minute ere the time

of her awaking,--here untimely laythe noble paris and true romeo dead. she wakes; and i entreated her come forthand bear this work of heaven with patience: but then a noise did scare me from the tomb;and she, too desperate, would not go with me, but, as it seems, did violence on herself.all this i know; and to the marriage her nurse is privy: and if ought in thismiscarried by my fault, let my old life be sacrific'd, some hour before his time,unto the rigour of severest law. princewe still have known thee for a holy man.-- where's romeo's man? what can he say in this? balthasari brought my master news of juliet's death;

and then in post he came from mantuato this same place, to this same monument. this letter he early bid me give his father;and threaten'd me with death, going in the vault, if i departed not, and left him there. princegive me the letter,--i will look on it.-- where is the county's page that rais'd the watch?--sirrah, what made your master in this place? boyhe came with flowers to strew his lady's grave; and bid me stand aloof, and so i did:anon comes one with light to ope the tomb; and by-and-by my master drew on him;and then i ran away to call the watch. princethis letter doth make good the friar's words,

their course of love, the tidings of her death:and here he writes that he did buy a poison of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithalcame to this vault to die, and lie with juliet.-- where be these enemies?--capulet,--montague,--see what a scourge is laid upon your hate, that heaven finds means to kill your joys with love!and i, for winking at your discords too, have lost a brace of kinsmen:--all are punish'd. capuleto brother montague, give me thy hand:this is my daughter's jointure, for no more can i demand. montaguebut i can give thee more:for i will raise her statue in pure gold; that while verona by that name is known,there shall no figure at such rate be set

as that of true and faithful juliet. capuletas rich shall romeo's by his lady's lie; poor sacrifices of our enmity! princea glooming peace this morning with it brings;the sun for sorrow will not show his head. go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;some shall be pardon'd, and some punished; for never was a story of more woethan this of juliet and her romeo.

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