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and every other sort of contribution you can think of. of the same Order.93*END* This etext was prepared by the PG Shakespeare Team. Friar John.}Heads of two Houses at variance with each other. Chorus. Maskers. . Lady Capulet. Nephew to Montague. and Attendants. Wife to Montague. Prince of Verona. Daughter to Capulet. Capulet. Nephew to Lady Capulet. Romeo. Lady Montague. Balthasar. Friar Lawrence. Guards. Servant to Romeo. and Friend to Romeo.--During the greater part of the Play in Verona. Paris. Benvolio. a Franciscan. SCENE. Citizens of Verona.04. Nurse to Juliet. once. and Friend to Romeo. Three Musicians. An Apothecary. Servant to Capulet. Peter. Page to Paris. Gregory. *END*THE SMALL PRINT! FOR PUBLIC DOMAIN ETEXTS*Ver. } An Old Man. kinsman to the Prince. ROMEO AND JULIET by William Shakespeare PERSONS REPRESENTED Escalus. Uncle to Capulet. Servant to Montague. at Mantua. Money should be paid to "Project Gutenberg Association / Carnegie-Mellon University". Servant to Juliet's Nurse.29. Mercutio. Tybalt. Watchmen. Kinsman to the Prince. Montague.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 9 licenses. several Men and Women. An Officer. a team of about twenty Project Gutenberg volunteers. Wife to Capulet. a young Nobleman. in the Fifth Act. relations to both houses. Abraham. Juliet. Son to Montague. Servant to Capulet. another Page. Sampson.

Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows Doth with their death bury their parents' strife. A public place.] Chor. I strike quickly. The which. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. Sampson. Which but their children's end naught could remove.] Sampson. thou runn'st away. But thou art not quickly moved to strike. while you live. . an we be in choler we'll draw. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love. o' my word. In fair Verona. we'll not carry coals. Two households. Ay. and to be valiant is to stand: therefore. Gregory. To move is to stir. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life. Gregory. No. draw your neck out o' the collar. Sampson. Gregory. [Enter Sampson and Gregory armed with swords and bucklers. if thou art moved. I mean. if you with patient ears attend. Sampson.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 10 THE PROLOGUE [Enter Chorus. Gregory. Gregory. From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. ACT I. And the continuance of their parents' rage. our toil shall strive to mend. for then we should be colliers. Scene I. Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage. What here shall miss. both alike in dignity. where we lay our scene. A dog of the house of Montague moves me. being moved.

How! turn thy back and run? Sampson. marry. Sampson. are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall and thrust his maids to the wall. Sampson. Sampson. the heads of the maids. I fear thee! Sampson. . Gregory. That shows thee a weak slave. Here comes two of the house of Montagues. They must take it in sense that feel it.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 11 Sampson. being the weaker vessels. 'Tis well thou art not fish. Gregory. The heads of the maids? Sampson. No. Let us take the law of our sides. Gregory. and therefore women.--Draw thy tool. Gregory. thou hadst been poor-John. I will cut off their heads. 'Tis all one. My naked weapon is out: quarrel! I will back thee. take it in what sense thou wilt. if thou hadst. for the weakest goes to the wall. Gregory. Gregory. Sampson. let them begin. Gregory. or their maidenheads. I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men I will be cruel with the maids. A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's. Fear me not. Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh. The quarrel is between our masters and us their men. Ay. True.

No better. sir? Sampson. sir. here comes one of my master's kinsmen. I will bite my thumb at them. sir! no. Do you bite your thumb at us. Well. Abraham. sir. Is the law of our side if I say ay? Gregory. Sampson. sir? Abraham. sir? Sampson. No. [Enter Abraham and Balthasar. sir. I do bite my thumb. Say better. I will frown as I pass by. but I bite my thumb. better. Abraham. Gregory.] Abraham. am for you: I serve as good a man as you. You lie. Sampson. Do you quarrel. Sampson. I do not bite my thumb at you. sir. as they dare. Quarrel. Abraham. . Sampson. sir. sir. sir. No. Yes. Nay. Gregory. Do you bite your thumb at us. and let them take it as they list.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 12 Gregory. which is disgrace to them if they bear it. But if you do. Sampson. sir.

remember thy swashing blow. Draw.] Benvolio. art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee Benvolio.] [Enter several of both Houses. coward! [They fight.] [Enter Tybalt.] Tybalt. fools! put up your swords.] Capulet. What. then enter Citizens with clubs. Part. [Beats down their swords. Clubs. I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword. I say!--Old Montague is come.--Gregory. My sword. and thee: Have at thee. drawn. all Montagues. . A crutch.] 1 Citizen. if you be men. ho! Lady Capulet. Benvolio. [They fight. who join the fray. and Lady Capulet. a crutch!--Why call you for a sword? Capulet. What. you know not what you do. and talk of peace! I hate the word As I hate hell. Or manage it to part these men with me.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 13 Sampson. What noise is this?--Give me my long sword. look upon thy death.] [Enter Benvolio. bills. Tybalt. And flourishes his blade in spite of me. and partisans! strike! beat them down! Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues! [Enter Capulet in his gown.

By thee.] Montague. let me go. Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. our common judgment-place.And. bred of an airy word. To wield old partisans. Thou villain Capulet!-. Came more and more.-.-. Rebellious subjects. Which. enemies to peace. [Exeunt Prince and Attendants. all men depart. and Servants.] Montague.Will they not hear?--What. shall go along with me. in hands as old.-.-.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 14 [Enter Montague and his Lady Montague. all the rest depart away:-. you beasts. That quench the fire of your pernicious rage With purple fountains issuing from your veins. and Montague. to part your canker'd hate: If ever you disturb our streets again. He swung about his head. who parted either part.Speak. Here were the servants of your adversary And yours. Tybalt. To old Free-town. [Enter Prince. Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets. Capulet. Citizens. Who.You. nothing hurt withal. nephew. . come you this afternoon. Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel. hiss'd him in scorn: While we were interchanging thrusts and blows. And made Verona's ancient citizens Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments. and cut the winds. Lady Montague. as he breath'd defiance to my ears. with Attendants.] Prince. For this time. Montague.Hold me not. and fought on part and part. close fighting ere I did approach: I drew to part them: in the instant came The fiery Tybalt. ho! you men.Once more. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?-. were you by when it began? Benvolio. on pain of death. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe. To know our farther pleasure in this case. Lady Capulet. Capulet. with his sword prepar'd. Till the prince came. Canker'd with peace.Three civil brawls. from those bloody hands Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground And hear the sentence of your moved prince.On pain of torture. old Capulet.-.

And stole into the covert of the wood: I. Is to himself. .-. do you know the cause? Montague. So far from sounding and discovery. Both by myself and many other friends. measuring his affections by my own. but he was ware of me. I neither know it nor can learn of him. where is Romeo?--saw you him to-day?-. an hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the east. And private in his chamber pens himself. With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew. We would as willingly give cure as know. his own affections' counsellor.--I will not say how true.Right glad I am he was not at this fray.So early walking did I see your son: Towards him I made. Many a morning hath he there been seen. A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad.-. Have you importun'd him by any means? Montague. Where.--underneath the grove of sycamore That westward rooteth from the city's side. Benvolio. Shuts up his windows. I'll know his grievance or be much denied. And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 15 Lady Montague. not pursuing his. My noble uncle. Benvolio. Away from light steals home my heavy son. Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. Benvolio. Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs: But all so soon as the all-cheering sun Should in the farthest east begin to draw The shady curtains from Aurora's bed.-. See. Madam. Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow. As is the bud bit with an envious worm Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air. O. Montague. But he. Unless good counsel may the cause remove.-Pursu'd my humour. Benvolio.But to himself so secret and so close. locks fair daylight out And makes himself an artificial night: Black and portentous must this humour prove.That most are busied when they're most alone. where he comes: so please you step aside.

Why. O brawling love! O loving hate! O anything.] Benvolio. Benvolio. Not having that which. Was that my father that went hence so fast? Benvolio. let's away. In love? Romeo. then. I would thou wert so happy by thy stay To hear true shrift. whose view is muffled still.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 16 Montague.--What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo. But new struck nine. but more with love:-. [Exeunt Montague and Lady.-Benvolio. Romeo. Benvolio. cousin. Romeo.] [Enter Romeo. Here's much to do with hate. so gentle in his view.Where shall we dine?--O me!--What fray was here? Yet tell me not. Alas that love. having. Of love? Romeo. Out of her favour where I am in love. makes them short. Ay me! sad hours seem long. It was. that love. without eyes. Is the day so young? Benvolio. for I have heard it all.--Come. madam. Out. of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! serious vanity! . see pathways to his will!-. Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! Romeo. Alas. Good morrow. Should.

Benvolio. to have it prest With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. you do me wrong. No. Being vex'd. What. word ill urg'd to one that is so ill!-. Romeo. a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes. Romeo. Soft! I will go along: An if you leave me so. Good heart. Romeo. Why. I am not here: This is not Romeo. bright smoke. I aim'd so near when I suppos'd you lov'd. cousin. Being purg'd.Ah. . Groan! why. such is love's transgression. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will.Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast. he's some other where. Which thou wilt propagate. But sadly tell me who. a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet. [Going.-.Farewell.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 17 Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead. A choking gall.In sadness. shall I groan and tell thee? Benvolio. that is not what it is!-. Benvolio. At thy good heart's oppression. I do love a woman. Tell me in sadness who is that you love? Romeo.-. at what? Benvolio. my coz. sick health! Still-waking sleep. no. Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs.This love feel I.-. coz. Romeo. Tut! I have lost myself. that feel no love in this.] Benvolio. cold fire. I rather weep. Dost thou not laugh? Benvolio. and a preserving sweet.

too wise. Be rul'd by me. and in that sparing makes huge waste. Romeo. 'Tis the way To call hers. and in that vow Do I live dead that live to tell it now.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 18 Romeo. A Street. only poor That. Examine other beauties. with beauty dies her store. She is too fair. To merit bliss by making me despair: She hath forsworn to love.] Scene II. Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste? Romeo. And. . By giving liberty unto thine eyes. I'll pay that doctrine. Benvolio. Benvolio. From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. puts us in mind they hide the fair. Benvolio. Benvolio. A right good markman!--And she's fair I love. A right fair mark. O. in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow. Cuts beauty off from all posterity. Romeo. she's rich in beauty. in strong proof of chastity well arm'd. She hath. For beauty.--she hath Dian's wit. forget to think of her. starv'd with her severity. He that is strucken blind cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost: Show me a mistress that is passing fair. exquisite. 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. Well. fair coz. Benvolio. Romeo. or else die in debt. Being black. when she dies. is soonest hit. She will not stay the siege of loving terms Nor bide th' encounter of assailing eyes. in question more: These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows. teach me how I should forget to think. wisely too fair. [Exeunt. Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold: O.

She hath not seen the change of fourteen years. An she agree. My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. but I am sent to find .Find them out whose names are written here! It is written that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard and the tailor with his last. Paris. One more. And too soon marr'd are those so early made. Of honourable reckoning are you both. I think. At my poor house look to behold this night Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light: Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well apparell'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads. And pity 'tis you liv'd at odds so long. makes my number more. and Servant. Come. gentle Paris. though in reckoning none. Paris. among view of many. find those persons out Whose names are written there. Servant. Capulet.-. Whereto I have invited many a guest. This night I hold an old accustom'd feast. and you among the store. For men so old as we to keep the peace. Such as I love. all see. and the painter with his nets. sirrah. But Montague is bound as well as I. the fisher with his pencil. most welcome. Let two more summers wither in their pride Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. My will to her consent is but a part. go with me. and 'tis not hard. what say you to my suit? Capulet.--Go. Younger than she are happy mothers made. [gives a paper] and to them say. mine. In penalty alike. even such delight Among fresh female buds shall you this night Inherit at my house. But now. [Exeunt Capulet and Paris]. trudge about Through fair Verona. But saying o'er what I have said before: My child is yet a stranger in the world. my lord. The earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she. And like her most whose merit most shall be: Which. get her heart.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 19 [Enter Capulet.] Capulet. Paris. being one. within her scope of choice Lies my consent and fair according voice. May stand in number.She is the hopeful lady of my earth: But woo her. hear all.

Tut. Mercutio and his brother Valentine. art thou mad? Romeo. One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish. Servant. fellow. I must to the learned:--in good time! [Enter Benvolio and Romeo. Perhaps you have learned it without book: but I pray. and daughters. can you read? Romeo. Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den. Romeo. Romeo. County Anselmo and his beauteous sisters. Servant. For what. Stay. Shut up in prison. Your plantain-leaf is excellent for that. Turn giddy.] Benvolio. his wife. Why. sir. One desperate grief cures with another's languish: Take thou some new infection to thy eye. mine own fortune in my misery. Benvolio. good fellow. my fair niece . can you read anything you see? Romeo. I pray thee? Romeo. but bound more than a madman is. Ay. If I know the letters and the language. and be holp by backward turning. mine uncle Capulet. [Reads. I can read. Benvolio.] 'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters. God gi' go-den. one fire burns out another's burning.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 20 those persons whose names are here writ. Not mad. Ay. and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. For your broken shin. Ye say honestly: rest you merry! Romeo. kept without my food. man.--I pray. And the rank poison of the old will die. Servant. the lady widow of Vitruvio. Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces.

come and crush a cup of wine. And these.' A fair assembly. Livia. and if you be not of the house of Montagues. you saw her fair. When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood. Whither? Servant. Compare her face with some that I shall show. Rest you merry! [Exit. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov'st. And she shall scant show well that now shows best. Romeo.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 21 Rosaline. Lucio and the lively Helena. often drown'd. Romeo. Go thither. [Gives back the paper]: whither should they come? Servant. And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. . and.--who. Herself pois'd with herself in either eye: But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd Your lady's love against some other maid That I will show you shining at this feast. Tut. Servant. With all the admired beauties of Verona. Whose house? Servant. could never die. Romeo. with unattainted eye.] Benvolio. to our house. I pray. Up. Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt. Benvolio. Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the great rich Capulet. Romeo. then turn tears to fires. To supper. My master's. none else being by.-Transparent heretics. Indeed I should have ask'd you that before. be burnt for liars! One fairer than my love? the all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

thou's hear our counsel. give leave awhile. Thou knowest my daughter's of a pretty age.-. and Nurse. How long is it now To Lammas-tide? Lady Capulet. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth. Faith.-. [Enter Lady Capulet. Nurse. She's not fourteen. I can tell her age unto an hour. come back again. where's my daughter? call her forth to me. We must talk in secret: nurse.I bade her come.] Lady Capulet. Your mother. Juliet. What is your will? Lady Capulet. Nurse. Now. Lady Capulet.And yet. I have remember'd me. Nurse.God forbid!--where's this girl?--what. no such sight to be shown.] Juliet. I have but four. This is the matter.She is not fourteen. Madam.--What. But to rejoice in splendour of my own. lamb! what ladybird!-. Nurse.] Scene III. to my teen be it spoken. who calls? Nurse. How now. I'll go along. A fortnight and odd days.--Nurse. by my maidenhea.-.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 22 Romeo. I am here. [Exeunt. Room in Capulet's House.--at twelve year old. . Juliet! [Enter Juliet.

and it cried bitterly. On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen. To see it tetchy. To think it should leave crying. I warrant. pretty fool. nay.--took up the child: 'Yea. and fall out with the dug! Shake. by the rood She could have run and waddled all about.--God rest all Christian souls!-. pretty fool. 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. Nurse. For then she could stand alone. I trow.' quoth he. Wilt thou not.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 23 Nurse. 'fall'st upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward when thou com'st to age. Susan is with God. Enough of this.Were of an age: well. When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple Of my dug and felt it bitter. Jule?' and. I remember it well.' Juliet. 'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years. I have done.--yet I cannot choose but laugh. 'Wilt thou not. and said 'Ay. and say 'Ay:' And yet. Even or odd. marry. quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need.' quoth my husband. She was too good for me:--but. Wilt thou not. say I. Of all the days of the year. Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall. upon that day: For I had then laid wormwood to my dug. I do bear a brain:--but. The pretty wretch left crying. And. as I said. Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen. That shall she. I never should forget it. A parlous knock. it had upon its brow A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone. . an I should live a thousand yeas. as I said. she broke her brow: And then my husband.' Lady Capulet. My lord and you were then at Mantua: Nay. 'Yea. Nurse. For even the day before.--I never shall forget it--. nurse. Yes. Susan and she. madam. by my holidame. of all days in the year. Jule?' quoth he. I pray thee. I have my wish. And since that time it is eleven years. To bid me trudge. 'dost thou fall upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit. And stint thou too. and said 'Ay:' To see now how a jest shall come about! I warrant. and said 'Ay. And she was wean'd.--God be with his soul! 'A was a merry man. Jule?' it stinted. Peace. I pray thee hold thy peace. it stinted.

Here in Verona. Nurse. A man. This precious book of love. he's a flower. making yourself no less. Lady Capulet. this unbound lover.-. and 'tis much pride For fair without the fair within to hide: That book in many's eyes doth share the glory. Are made already mothers: by my count I was your mother much upon these years That you are now a maid. ladies of esteem. a very flower. Nurse. such a man As all the world--why he's a man of wax. I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat. women grow by men Lady Capulet. daughter Juliet.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 24 Lady Capulet. How stands your disposition to be married? Juliet. think of marriage now: younger than you. Speak briefly. What say you? can you love the gentleman? This night you shall behold him at our feast. Well. Verona's summer hath not such a flower. And find delight writ there with beauty's pen. Nurse. bigger. then. Examine every married lineament. An honour!--were not I thine only nurse. Nay. Lady Capulet.The valiant Paris seeks you for his love. in brief. And see how one another lends content. can you like of Paris' love? . only lacks a cover: The fish lives in the sea. That in gold clasps locks in the golden story. Marry. And what obscur'd in this fair volume lies Find written in the margent of his eyes. Lady Capulet. Thus. young lady! lady. So shall you share all that he doth possess. It is an honour that I dream not of. No less! nay. By having him. in faith.--Tell me. Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face. Nurse. that marry is the very theme I came to talk of. To beautify him.

you called. [Exeunt. Go. What. Benvolio. We'll measure them a measure. A Street. [Exit Servant. I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move. I must hence to wait. Romeo. faintly spoke After the prompter. Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper. I beseech you.] Servant. With nimble soles. the county stays. We follow thee. supper served up. Mercutio. and others. Not I. the guests are come.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 25 Juliet. I'll look to like. The date is out of such prolixity: We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf. if looking liking move: But no more deep will I endart mine eye Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.]-. Being but heavy. the nurse cursed in the pantry. follow straight. . Nay. girl. my young lady asked for. Nor no without-book prologue. we must have you dance. Nurse.Juliet. for our entrance: But. believe me: you have dancing shoes. Lady Capulet. shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without apology? Benvolio. and be gone. and everything in extremity.--I am not for this ambling. Romeo. with five or six Maskers. Mercutio.] Scene IV. Torch-bearers. I will bear the light. seek happy nights to happy days. let them measure us by what they will. Madam.] Romeo. Give me a torch. Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath. [Enter a Servant. gentle Romeo. [Enter Romeo.

Benvolio. Prick love for pricking. Romeo. be rough with love. Romeo. I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe: Under love's heavy burden do I sink. Mercutio. I mean. the constable's own word: If thou art dun.] A visard for a visard! what care I What curious eye doth quote deformities? Here are the beetle-brows shall blush for me. But 'tis no wit to go.I'll be a candle-holder and look on. Romeo. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough.-. Too rude. And soar with them above a common bound. Too great oppression for a tender thing. Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels. ho. sir. dun's the mouse. that's not so. Romeo. Take our good meaning. Nay. and so bound.Give me a case to put my visage in: [Putting on a mask.--Come. I am too sore enpierced with his shaft To soar with his light feathers.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 26 Mercutio. in delay We waste our lights in vain. knock and enter. Tut.-. too boisterous. in going to this mask. You are a lover. should you burden love. And we mean well. and you beat love down. Mercutio. If love be rough with you. wherein thou stick'st Up to the ears. And. Romeo. and I am done. A torch for me: let wantons. we burn daylight. .-. to sink in it. Mercutio. and no sooner in But every man betake him to his legs.The game was ne'er so fair. for our judgment sits Five times in that ere once in our five wits. like lamps by day. Come. Mercutio. we'll draw thee from the mire Of this--sir-reverence--love. For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase. light of heart. and it pricks like thorn. borrow Cupid's wings.

when maids lie on their . Which. Why. And then dreams he of smelling out a suit. This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night. The collars. who straight dream on fees. And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats. and then anon Drums in his ear. of the wings of grasshoppers. I see Queen Mab hath been with you. of film. of the moonshine's watery beams. In bed asleep. while they do dream things true. what was yours? Mercutio. and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman. That dreamers often lie. being thus frighted. O'er lawyers' fingers. O'er ladies' lips. Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep: Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs. Well. Her waggoner. The cover. O. Spanish blades. at which he starts and wakes. the lash. 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. Then dreams he of another benefice: Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck. And so did I. once untangled. Her whip. Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub. ambuscadoes. much misfortune bodes: This is the hag. And bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs. O'er courtiers' knees. may one ask? Romeo. Romeo. a small grey-coated gnat. She is the fairies' midwife. I dreamt a dream to-night.Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues. of cricket's bone. swears a prayer or two. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers' brains. And. who straight on kisses dream. And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail. that dream on court'sies straight. Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep. Romeo. The traces. Of healths five fathom deep. Mercutio. and then they dream of love. Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose. And sleeps again. then. of the smallest spider's web.-. Mercutio. Of breaches.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 27 Mercutio.

Thou talk'st of nothing. drum. who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north. And more inconstant than the wind. . puffs away from thence. Mercutio. Which is as thin of substance as the air. Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.-Romeo. 'tis a foul thing. that he helps not to take away? he shift a trencher! he scrape a trencher! 2 Servant.] Scene V. save me a piece of marchpane. and expire the term Of a despised life. Which are the children of an idle brain. too early: for my mind misgives Some consequence. yet hanging in the stars. remove the court-cupboard. I talk of dreams. and we shall come too late. This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves: Supper is done. and they unwash'd too. Romeo. Enter Servants. Strike. peace. Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. [Musicians waiting.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 28 backs. Benvolio. And. lusty gentlemen! Benvolio. By some vile forfeit of untimely death: But He that hath the steerage of my course Direct my sail!--On. I fear. A Hall in Capulet's House. and learns them first to bear. Peace. Mercutio. and as thou loves me. When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands. Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels. peace. True. clos'd in my breast.] 1 Servant. Away with the join-stools. Where's Potpan. look to the plate:--good thou. 1 Servant. Making them women of good carriage: This is she. That presses them. [Exeunt. being anger'd.

Capulet. What. thirty years. she. and then we mask'd.-. You are looked for and called for. my mistresses! which of you all Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty. Nay.--'tis gone.-. 'tis gone: You are welcome. 'tis gone. with the Guests the Maskers. A hall--a hall! give room! and foot it. the room is grown too hot. nay. musicians. 1 Servant. sirrah. For you and I are past our dancing days. I'll swear hath corns. Some five-and-twenty years. How long is't now since last yourself and I Were in a mask? 2 Capulet. 'tis not so much: 'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio. &c.Ah.Antony! and Potpan! 2 Servant. 'tis more: his son is elder. sit. play. Such as would please. am I come near you now? Welcome. Ay. By'r Lady. gentlemen! ladies that have their toes Unplagu'd with corns will have a bout with you.--Cheerly. We cannot be here and there too. 'Tis more.] More light.-. His son is thirty. ready. girls. and they dance. Capulet. Will you tell me that? His son was but a ward two years ago. gentlemen!--Come.Ah ha. man! 'tis not so much. gentlemen! I have seen the day That I have worn a visard.] [Enter Capulet. 2 Capulet.-. you knaves. and could tell A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear. good cousin Capulet. and the longer liver take all. 2 Servant.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 29 let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. Welcome. . [They retire behind.] Capulet. this unlook'd-for sport comes well. and turn the tables up.[Music plays. And quench the fire. be brisk awhile. boy. sir. Come Pentecost as quickly as it will. asked for and sought for in the great chamber. sit. boys.

He shall be endur'd: What. should be a Montague. Capulet. Young Romeo. To scorn at our solemnity this night. O.-. To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? Now.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 30 Romeo. touching hers. Tybalt. Show a fair presence and put off these frowns. Capulet. The measure done. Tybalt. Capulet. cover'd with an antic face. Beauty too rich for use. dares the slave Come hither.Fetch me my rapier. goodman boy!--I say he shall. And. to say truth. Content thee. Romeo. I know not. make blessed my rude hand.--go to. or you? go to. how now. take no note of him. Romeo. Did my heart love till now? forswear it. It fits. this is a Montague. which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight? Servant. What lady is that. To strike him dead I hold it not a sin. boy:--what. for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. Am I the master here. the which if thou respect. sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. that villain. sir. 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. gentle coz. by the stock and honour of my kin. that is hither come in spite. This. Why.It is my will. when such a villain is a guest: I'll not endure him. 'Tis he. let him alone. kinsman! wherefore storm you so? Tybalt. He bears him like a portly gentleman. Capulet. is it? Tybalt. by his voice. You'll not endure him!--God shall . An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast. I'll watch her place of stand And. Uncle.-. our foe. she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear. A villain.

lest faith turn to despair. Juliet.] . Saints do not move. go to! You are a saucy boy.This trick may chance to scathe you. convert to bitter gall. let lips do what hands do. you do wrong your hand too much. two blushing pilgrims. my hearts!--You are a princox. I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall. Now seeming sweet. Ay. They pray.-. For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch.My lips. ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Go to. more light!--For shame! I'll make you quiet. And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Juliet. 'tis time. pilgrim. uncle. Then move not while my prayer's effect I take.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 31 mend my soul. Is't so. the gentle fine is this.Well said. Have not saints lips. though grant for prayers' sake. Tybalt. or--More light. and holy palmers too? Juliet. grant thou.-. [Exit. Romeo. go: Be quiet.] Romeo. Why. by thine my sin is purg'd. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. lips that they must use in prayer.] If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine. You'll make a mutiny among my guests! You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man! Tybalt. Romeo. [Kissing her. my hearts.--I know what: You must contrary me! marry. then. Romeo. What!--cheerly. [To Juliet. Thus from my lips. Good pilgrim. Capulet. Which mannerly devotion shows in this. dear saint. O. 'tis a shame. indeed?-.

I'll to my rest. Nay. Juliet. [Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse. he that can lay hold of her Shall have the chinks. and a wise and virtuous: I nurs'd her daughter that you talk'd withal. Nurse. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd! Give me my sin again.More torches here!--Come on then. I tell you. your mother craves a word with you. Ah. Romeo. Benvolio. Her mother is the lady of the house. let's to bed. be young Petruchio. sirrah [to 2 Capulet]. Romeo. And a good lady. I thank you all. nurse. What's he that now is going out of door? Nurse. the more is my unrest. What is her mother? Nurse.] Juliet. What's he that follows there. We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. Away. Romeo. that would not dance? . Marry. it waxes late. gentlemen. honest gentlemen. good-night. Marry. I think. Juliet. What is yond gentleman? Nurse. the sport is at the best. that. so I fear. Is she a Capulet? O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 32 Juliet.Is it e'en so? why then. You kiss by the book.-. I thank you. Come hither.-. The son and heir of old Tiberio. Ay. Romeo. by my fay. be gone. bachelor. Then have my lips the sin that they have took. Madam. Juliet. prepare not to be gone. Capulet.

That fair for which love groan'd for. he may not have access To breathe such vows as lovers us'd to swear. With tender Juliet match'd. A rhyme I learn'd even now Of one I danc'd withal.] [Enter Chorus. My grave is like to be my wedding-bed. Anon.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 33 Nurse. And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: Being held a foe. Nurse. His name is Romeo. But to his foe suppos'd he must complain. time means. Juliet. to meet. Now Romeo is belov'd.] Chorus. her means much less To meet her new beloved anywhere: But passion lends them power. Juliet. What's this? What's this? Juliet. is now not fair. I know not. Nurse. Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie. Go ask his name: if he be married. That I must love a loathed enemy.] . the strangers all are gone. let's away. And she as much in love. Alike bewitched by the charm of looks. [One calls within.'] Nurse. My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown. [Exeunt. anon! Come. [Exit. and loves again. The only son of your great enemy. and would die. and a Montague. Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. 'Juliet. And young affection gapes to be his heir. and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me.

That in thy likeness thou appear to us! Benvolio. Nay. That were some spite: my invocation Is fair . letting it there stand Till she had laid it. and quivering thigh. and find thy centre out. By her high forehead and her scarlet lip. Scene I.I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes. [He climbs the wall and leaps down within it. By her fine foot. dull earth.-.Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover! Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh: Speak but one rhyme.] [Enter Benvolio and Mercutio. he stirreth not. and conjur'd it down. He is wise. He ran this way. An open place adjoining Capulet's Garden. Young auburn Cupid. and leap'd this orchard wall: Call. The ape is dead. thou wilt anger him. straight leg. [Enter Romeo. Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back. I'll conjure too. he moveth not. And the demesnes that there adjacent lie.] Benvolio. hath stol'n him home to bed. This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle. he that shot so trim When King Cophetua lov'd the beggar-maid!-. on my life. and I am satisfied.-. Romeo! my cousin Romeo! Mercutio. Benvolio. Mercutio.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 34 ACT II. And. An if he hear thee. Cry but 'Ah me!' pronounce but Love and dove. Mercutio.] Romeo. Of some strange nature. Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word. One nickname for her purblind son and heir.He heareth not. good Mercutio. and I must conjure him.

That I might touch that cheek! Juliet. yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses. [Enter Romeo. for 'tis in vain To seek him here that means not to be found.See how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O that I were a glove upon that hand.She speaks. in his mistress' name. And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit As maids call medlars when they laugh alone. that she knew she were!-. and. And none but fools do wear it. fair sun. What if her eyes were there.] Scene II.Romeo. and kill the envious moon. cast it off.-. her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. If love be blind. Her vestal livery is but sick and green. and Juliet is the sun!-. Ah me! .I am too bold.Arise. O. Now will he sit under a medlar tree.-. 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven. I will answer it. it is my love! O. he hath hid himself among these trees.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 35 and honest. Go then. and best befits the dark. love cannot hit the mark. That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid.--I'll to my truckle-bed.-.-. [Exeunt. good night. Having some business. This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep: Come.] Romeo. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. Come. since she is envious. Mercutio.[Juliet appears above at a window. do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. To be consorted with the humorous night: Blind is his love. Who is already sick and pale with grief. shall we go? Benvolio. they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars. Benvolio.] But soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east.It is my lady. Capulet's Garden.-. I conjure only but to raise up him. As daylight doth a lamp.

Because it is an enemy to thee. yet I know the sound. Or. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy. fair saint. I take thee at thy word: Call me but love. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance.Thou art thyself. be but sworn my love. if thou wilt not. being o'er my head. or shall I speak at this? Juliet.] Shall I hear more. What's Montague? It is nor hand.-. Juliet. . Had I it written. is hateful to myself. bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night. Art thou not Romeo. Take all myself. Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name. As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air. if either thee dislike. nor any other part Belonging to a man. Romeo. Henceforth I never will be Romeo. So stumblest on my counsel? Romeo. O Romeo. nor face. Romeo. thus bescreen'd in night. were he not Romeo call'd. though not a Montague. What man art thou that. doff thy name. and I'll be new baptiz'd. She speaks:-. nor foot. speak again. O.O. which is no part of thee. Juliet. Neither. [Aside. Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title:--Romeo. and a Montague? Romeo. By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name. be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet. And I'll no longer be a Capulet. dear saint. I would tear the word. So Romeo would.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 36 Romeo. And for that name. Juliet. Nor arm.

fair Montague. that first did prompt me to enquire. So thou wilt woo: but else.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 37 Juliet. considering who thou art. By love. and say thee nay. How cam'st thou hither. they will murder thee. I would adventure for such merchandise. In truth. By whose direction found'st thou out this place? Romeo. I'll frown. For stony limits cannot hold love out: And what love can do. Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb. He lent me counsel. Fain would I dwell on form. let them find me here. Romeo. If they do see thee. pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won. They say Jove laughs. With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls. My life were better ended by their hate Than death prorogued. Juliet. If any of my kinsmen find thee here. at lovers' perjuries. If thou dost love. yet. if thou swear'st. O gentle Romeo. Romeo. and I lent him eyes. I know thou wilt say Ay. gentleman. Thou mayst prove false. Juliet. I must . Alack. I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight. Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face. I am too fond. And I am proof against their enmity. but thou love me. but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me. tell me. not for the world. and be perverse. Juliet. And. fain deny What I have spoke. there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet. I am no pilot. Juliet. I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange. And the place death. And I will take thy word: yet. Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me. Romeo.fain. And therefore thou mayst think my 'haviour light: But trust me. I would not for the world they saw thee here. I should have been more strange. that dares love attempt. wanting of thy love. wert thou as far As that vast shore wash'd with the furthest sea.

by yonder blessed moon I swear. Which the dark night hath so discovered. good night! This bud of love. That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night? Romeo. too unadvis'd. Too like the lightning. And yet I would it were to give again. May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. which doth cease to be Ere one can say It lightens. That monthly changes in her circled orb.-Juliet. My true-love passion: therefore pardon me. O. ere I was 'ware. Romeo. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. Well. by summer's ripening breath. the inconstant moon. Would'st thou withdraw it? for what purpose. Juliet. Lady. swear by thy gracious self. What shall I swear by? Juliet.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 38 confess. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it. too sudden. And I'll believe thee. love? . And not impute this yielding to light love. Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Or if thou wilt. do not swear: although I joy in thee. It is too rash. O. Which is the god of my idolatry.-Juliet. But that thou overheard'st. Romeo. Do not swear at all. wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? Juliet. I have no joy of this contract to-night. swear not by the moon. If my heart's dear love. Romeo. good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast! Romeo. Good night. Sweet. Romeo.

my lord. So thrive my soul. By one that I'll procure to come to thee. If that thy bent of love be honourable.] Anon. good nurse!--Sweet Montague.-Juliet.-Nurse. I hear some noise within: dear love.] Madam! Juliet. all this is but a dream. I come anon. But love from love.To cease thy suit and leave me to my grief: To-morrow will I send. O blessed. My love as deep.] Madam! Juliet. Thy purpose marriage. Being in night. But to be frank and give it thee again. Nurse. Three words. Stay but a little.[Nurse calls within.-.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 39 Juliet. send me word to-morrow.] Juliet. towards school . blessed night! I am afeard. And yet I wish but for the thing I have. By-and-by I come:-. Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite. dear Romeo.] Romeo.But if thou meanest not well. for both are infinite. The more I have. throughout the world. A thousand times the worse. [Within. [Within. [Enter Juliet above. to want thy light!-. A thousand times good night! [Exit. I do beseech thee. the more I give to thee. Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. My bounty is as boundless as the sea. Romeo. adieu!-.Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books. and good night indeed. And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay And follow thee. be true.] Romeo. [Exit. I will come again.

I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then. It is my soul that calls upon my name: How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night. Forgetting any other home but this. Romeo. Romeo. above.] Juliet. I would have thee gone: And yet no farther than a wanton's bird.] [Re-enter Juliet. At the hour of nine. to have thee still forget. to have thee still stand there. Juliet. [Retirong slowly. And I'll still stay. I have forgot why I did call thee back. Romeo. Let me stand here till thou remember it. So . Juliet. That lets it hop a little from her hand. My dear? Juliet. Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies. Like softest music to attending ears! Juliet. Hist! Romeo. At what o'clock to-morrow Shall I send to thee? Romeo. And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine With repetition of my Romeo's name. I shall forget.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 40 with heavy looks. hist!--O for a falconer's voice To lure this tassel-gentle back again! Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud. And with a silk thread plucks it back again. Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves. 'Tis almost morning. Juliet. Remembering how I love thy company. Romeo! Romeo.

[Exit.] Friar. being misapplied. [Enter Friar Lawrence with a basket. slays all senses with the heart. Good night. ere the sun advance his burning eye. What is her burying gave. Nor aught so good but. mickle is the powerful grace that lies In plants. is her tomb. Sweet. good night! parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say good night till it be morrow. so would I: Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. and yet all different. None but for some. Revolts from true birth. and medicine power: For this. Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light. that's nature's mother.Would I were sleep and peace. Within the infant rind of this small flower Poison hath residence. stones. His help to crave and my dear hap to tell. I must up-fill this osier cage of ours With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers. Two such opposed . with that part cheers each part. The earth. The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry. And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels: Non. Being tasted. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes. that is her womb: And from her womb children of divers kind We sucking on her natural bosom find. I would I were thy bird. O. herbs. stumbling on abuse: Virtue itself turns vice. Romeo.] Scene III.] Romeo. Friar Lawrence's Cell. Many for many virtues excellent. and their true qualities: For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give. strain'd from that fair use.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 41 loving-jealous of his liberty. And vice sometimes by action dignified. so sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell. Juliet. being smelt. peace in thy breast!-. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night. [Exit.

father! Friar. good son. blessed man. Good morrow. Where. I bear no hatred. Both our remedies Within thy help and holy physic lies. save what thou must combine By holy marriage: when. Benedicite! What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?-. Romeo. for. With Rosaline. so hers is set on mine. And where care lodges sleep will never lie. Friar. lo. [Enter Romeo. my ghostly father? no. Romeo. That's my good son: but where hast thou been then? Romeo. Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. And where the worser is predominant. But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs.-.--grace and rude will. Be plain. and where.Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night. That last is true. I'll tell thee ere thou ask it me again. My intercession likewise steads my foe. And all combin'd. and homely in thy drift. I have been feasting with mine enemy. the sweeter rest was mine. and how . Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: As mine on hers. Or if not so. I have forgot that name. and that name's woe. one hath wounded me That's by me wounded. on a sudden.] Romeo. 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. there golden sleep doth reign: Therefore thy earliness doth me assure Thou art uprous'd with some distemperature.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 42 kings encamp them still In man as well as herbs. then here I hit it right.Young son. Friar. Friar. God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline? Romeo.

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We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vow, I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, That thou consent to marry us to-day. Friar. Holy Saint Francis! what a change is here! Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? young men's love, then, lies Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! How much salt water thrown away in waste, To season love, that of it doth not taste! The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, Thy old groans 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. Romeo. Thou chidd'st me oft for loving Rosaline. Friar. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. Romeo. And bad'st me bury love. Friar. Not in a grave To lay one in, another out to have. Romeo. I pray thee chide not: she whom I love now Doth grace for grace and love for love allow; The other did not so. Friar. O, she knew well Thy love did read by rote, that could not spell. But come, young waverer, come go with me, In one respect I'll thy assistant be; For this alliance may so happy prove, To turn your households' rancour to pure love. Romeo. O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. Friar. Wisely, and slow; they stumble that run fast. [Exeunt.]

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Scene IV. A Street. [Enter Benvolio and Mercutio.] Mercutio. Where the devil should this Romeo be?-- Came he not home to-night? Benvolio. Not to his father's; I spoke with his man. Mercutio. Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline, Torments him so that he will sure run mad. Benvolio. Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet, Hath sent a letter to his father's house. Mercutio. A challenge, on my life. Benvolio. Romeo will answer it. Mercutio. Any man that can write may answer a letter. Benvolio. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he dares, being dared. Mercutio. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a love song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man to encounter Tybalt? Benvolio. Why, what is Tybalt? Mercutio. More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he's the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song--keeps time, distance, and proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the very first house,--of the first and second cause: ah, the

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immortal passado! the punto reverso! the hay.-Benvolio. The what? Mercutio. The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents!--'By Jesu, a very good blade!--a very tall man!--a very good whore!'--Why, is not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these pardonnez-moi's, who stand so much on the new form that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench? O, their bons, their bons! Benvolio. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo! Mercutio. Without his roe, like a dried herring.--O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified!--Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura, to his lady, was but a kitchen wench,--marry, she had a better love to 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 your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night. Romeo. Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you? Mercutio. The slip, sir, the slip; can you not conceive? Romeo. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy. Mercutio. That's as much as to say, such a case as yours constrains a man to bow in the hams. Romeo. Meaning, to court'sy.

Pink for flower. Romeo. good goose. bite not. my wits faint. I have done. Mercutio. Thou wast never with me for anything when thou wast not there for the goose. Come between us. Romeo. Nay. Mercutio. Romeo. good Benvolio. then. Nay. Right. And is it not. Thou hast most kindly hit it. well served in to a sweet goose? . A most courteous exposition. I am the very pink of courtesy. it is a most sharp sauce. Romeo. when the single sole of it is worn. the jest may remain. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting. sole singular. after the wearing. Mercutio. Well said: follow me this jest now till thou hast worn out thy pump. Nay. Why. swits and spurs. Swits and spurs. then is my pump well-flowered. for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of thy wits than. Romeo.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 46 Mercutio. solely singular for the singleness! Mercutio. if thy wits run the wild-goose chase. Mercutio. I have in my whole five: was I with you there for the goose? Romeo. Mercutio. Mercutio. or I'll cry a match. Romeo. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. I am sure.that. Romeo. O single-soled jest.

Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 47 Mercutio. Mercutio. Good Peter. Here's goodly gear! [Enter Nurse and Peter. thou art deceived. by art as well as by nature: for this drivelling love is like a great natural. O. a sail! Benvolio. and meant indeed to occupy the argument no longer. proves thee far and wide a broad goose. that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad! Romeo. a sail. Stop there. Mercutio. for her fan's the fairer face. Benvolio. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair. Nurse. O. I would have made it short: for I was come to the whole depth of my tale. not art thou what thou art. to hide her face. two. Peter. here's a wit of cheveril. now art thou Romeo. Why. that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole. Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large. Anon. Two. is not this better now than groaning for love? now art thou sociable. a shirt and a smock. Mercutio. Peter! Peter. Nurse. Mercutio. stop there. I stretch it out for that word broad: which added to the goose. My fan. Romeo. A sail. . Benvolio.] Mercutio.

Mercutio. Benvolio. that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent. Mercutio. Nurse. If you be he. Nurse. sir. [Sings. is the worst well? very well took.] An old hare hoar. a bawd. a bawd! So ho! Romeo. No hare. But a hare that is hoar Is too much for a . Is it good-den? Mercutio. can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo? Romeo. in a lenten pie. Nurse. I tell ye. One. unless a hare. wisely. I can tell you: but young Romeo will be older when you have found him than he was when you sought him: I am the youngest of that name. Out upon you! what a man are you! Romeo. fair gentlewoman. wisely. it is well said. Nurse. Is very good meat in Lent. for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon. for fault of a worse. By my troth. And an old hare hoar.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 48 Nurse. God ye good morrow. I desire some confidence with you. i' faith. Yea. 'Tis no less. What hast thou found? Mercutio. You say well. gentlewoman. that God hath made for himself to mar. gentlemen.--for himself to mar. A bawd. Nurse. Mercutio. sir. quoth 'a?--Gentlemen. God ye good-den. sir. She will indite him to some supper.

I am none of his skains-mates. I protest unto thee. what she bade me say I will keep to myself: but first let me tell ye. a word: and. and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month. farewell. and very weak dealing. Scurvy knave!--Pray you. I warrant you: I dare draw as soon as another man. Romeo. if ye should lead her into a fool's paradise. my weapon should quickly have been out.-- . it were a very gross kind of behaviour. commend me to thy lady and mistress. therefore. Mercutio. sir. if I see occasion in a good quarrel. ancient lady. as they say. Romeo. and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure! Peter. Nurse. [Exeunt Mercutio. Romeo. A gentleman. I'll find those that shall. as I told you. farewell!--I pray you. an'a were lustier than he is. lady. Marry. that loves to hear himself talk. Nurse. I will follow you. as they say: for the gentlewoman is young. nurse. what saucy merchant was this that was so full of his ropery? Romeo.-. and Benvolio. and if I cannot. and twenty such Jacks. if you should deal double with her. I saw no man use you at his pleasure.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 49 score When it hoars ere it be spent. Farewell. sir. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills. Now. afore God.] Nurse.[singing] lady. I'll take him down. my young lady bid me enquire you out. An 'a speak anything against me.--And thou must stand by too. and the law on my side. truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman. I am so vexed that every part about me quivers. will you come to your father's? we'll to dinner thither. and. Nurse. if I had. lady.

Here is for thy pains. Nurse. one Paris. she will be a joyful woman. Romeo. Now God in heaven bless thee!--Hark you. sir. Romeo. commend me to thy mistress. and i' faith I will tell her as much: Lord. Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing. And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair. I say you shall. my mistress is the sweetest lady. as I take it. No. my man's as true as steel. Go to. sir. be trusty. not a penny. my dear nurse? Nurse. she shall be there. there's a nobleman in town. What say'st thou. And there she shall at Friar Lawrence' cell Be shriv'd and married. This afternoon. nurse? thou dost not mark me. that would fain lay knife aboard. good soul. Two may keep counsel.--that you do protest: which. Lord. Romeo. Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say. Romeo. Bid her devise some means to come to shrift This afternoon.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 50 Nurse.--O. sir. And stay. sir? well. is a gentlemanlike offer. Well. Nurse. What wilt thou tell her. sir. Which to the high top-gallant of my joy Must be my convoy in the secret night. I will tell her.--Lord. Farewell. but she. behind the abbey-wall: Within this hour my man shall be with thee. and I'll quit thy pains: Farewell. good nurse. I warrant thee. Romeo. had as lief see a toad. putting one away? Romeo. Nurse. Good heart. a very toad. Nurse. . Nurse. truly.

And his to me: But old folks. what news? Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away. . [Exit Romeo.]--Peter! Peter. I anger her sometimes. Anon? Nurse. Had she affections and warm youthful blood. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter? Romeo. Peter. And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. In half an hour she promis'd to return. what of that? both with an R. of you and rosemary. slow. mocker! that's the dog's name. she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts. Romeo.-. [Exeunt.] Juliet. Unwieldy. O honey nurse. Ay. and from nine till twelve Is three long hours. Commend me to thy lady. but I'll warrant you. Capulet's Garden. a thousand times. and tell her that Paris is the properer man. R is for the dog: no. Nurse. Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams.O. nurse. Driving back shadows over lowering hills: Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love.O God.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 51 as see him.] Scene V. many feign as they were dead. I know it begins with some other letter:--and she hath the prettiest sententious of it. Now is the sun upon the highmost hill Of this day's journey. She'd be as swift in motion as a ball. she comes! [Enter Nurse and Peter].-. that it would do you good to hear it. The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse. Nurse. Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so. Ay. heavy and pale as lead. she looks as pale as any clout in the versal world. when I say so. [Enter Juliet. and go before. My words would bandy her to my sweet love. take my fan. Ah.--yet she is not come.

I would thou hadst my bones. yet tell them merrily.--but I'll warrant him as gentle as a lamb. How art thou out of breath. what haste? can you not stay awhile? Do you not see that I am out of breath? Juliet.--Go thy ways. serve God.--though they be not to be talked on. Peter.Fie. give me leave awhile. you have made a simple choice.. thou sham'st the music of sweet news By playing it to me with so sour a face. wench. and a body.--good. speak. come. and I'll stay the circumstance: Let me be satisfied. stay at the gate. My back o' t' other side. I am aweary. how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had! Juliet. yet they are past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy. good sweet nurse. not he. my back. when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath? The excuse that thou dost make in this delay Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse. [Exit Peter. Nurse. Is thy news good or bad? answer to that. my back!-Beshrew your heart for sending me about To catch my death with jauncing . What says he of our marriage? what of that? Nurse.--O. Now.-What.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 52 Nurse. No. rhough his face be better than any man's.] Juliet. no: but all this did I know before. have you dined at home? Juliet.-. I pray thee speak. why look'st thou sad? Though news be sad. is't good or bad? Nurse. Nurse. how my head aches! what a head have I! It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. Say either. Well. yet his leg excels all men's. and I thy news: Nay. Jesu. and for a hand and a foot. good nurse. If good. Lord.--O Lord. you know not how to choose a man: Romeo! no.

what says Romeo? Nurse. and a kind.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 53 up and down! Juliet. a virtuous. like an honest gentleman. what says my love? Nurse. O God's lady dear! Are you so hot? marry. Hie to high fortune!--honest nurse. like an honest gentleman. [Enter Friar Lawrence and Romeo. farewell. I warrant. Go. and a handsome. And a courteous. Friar Lawrence's Cell. I' faith. [Exeunt.] . hie you to the cell. tell me. Is this the poultice for my aching bones? Henceforward. Juliet. Hie you to church.do your messages yourself. she is within. But you shall bear the burden soon at night.] Scene VI. Juliet. and toil in your delight. Sweet. Here's such a coil!--come. Then hie you hence to Friar Lawrence' cell. I'll to dinner.--Where is your mother? Juliet. There stays a husband to make you a wife: Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks. sweet nurse. And. sweet. Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest! 'Your love says. I trow. I must another way.come up. Where is my mother?--why. I am sorry that thou art not well. by the which your love Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark: I am the drudge. They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? Juliet. Your love says. I have. Nurse. To fetch a ladder.-'Where is your mother?' Nurse.

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. for us both. Romeo shall thank thee. and let rich music's tongue Unfold the imagin'd happiness that both Receive in either by this dear encounter.] Juliet.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 54 Friar. and we will make short work. so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint: A lover may bestride the gossamer That idles in the wanton summer air And yet not fall. Juliet. And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately: long love doth so. Then love-devouring death do what he dare. and that thy skill be more To blazon it. then sweeten with thy breath This neighbour air. by your leaves. . as they kiss. And in their triumph die. else is his thanks too much. Which. Friar. come with me. I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth. But my true love is grown to such excess. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Here comes the lady:--O. Friar.It is enough I may but call her mine. Brags of his substance. [Enter Juliet. Friar. Come. So smile the heavens upon this holy act That after-hours with sorrow chide us not! Romeo. consume: the sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness. if the measure of thy joy Be heap'd like mine. like fire and powder. For. amen! but come what sorrow can. Conceit. Ah. you shall not stay alone Till holy church incorporate two in one. not of ornament: They are but beggars that can count their worth. Juliet. Good-even to my ghostly confessor. more rich in matter than in words. so light is vanity. Amen.-. Romeo. As much to him. daughter. These violent delights have violent ends. Juliet.

Thou! why.--what eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 55 [Exeunt. come. thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast.] ACT III. Nay. for one would kill the other. Thou art like one of these fellows that. and as soon moved to be moody. if we meet. we shall not scape a brawl. and Servants. when he enters the confines of a tavern.] Benvolio. [Enter Mercutio. Am I like such a fellow? Mercutio. because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Benvolio. we should have none shortly. and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts. For now. Mercutio. Benvolio. and says 'God send me no need of thee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws him on the drawer. these hot days. good Mercutio. having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes. Thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street. Come. claps me his sword upon the table. And. And what to? Mercutio. Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with another for tying his new shoes with an old riband? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling! . an there were two such. and as soon moody to be moved. is the mad blood stirring. when indeed there is no need. Page. I pray thee. the Capulets abroad. Benvolio. let's retire: The day is hot. A public Place. thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy. Scene I.

. here come the Capulets. Tybalt. I. and let them gaze. Well. Or else depart. here's that shall make you dance. Zounds. The fee simple! O simple! Benvolio. good-den: a word with one of you. Mercutio. make it a word and a blow. Mercutio. And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something. Follow me close. for I will speak to them. here all eyes gaze on us. And reason coldly of your grievances. any man should buy the fee simple of my life for an hour and a quarter. peace be with you. Mercutio. By my head. Tybalt. Consort! what. consort! Benvolio. Mercutio.] Tybalt. Mercutio. Mercutio. sir. thou consortest with Romeo. [Enter Tybalt and others. You shall find me apt enough to that. sir.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 56 Benvolio. an you will give me occasion. Could you not take some occasion without giving? Tybalt. look to hear nothing but discords: here's my fiddlestick. By my heel. I will not budge for no man's pleasure. I care not. Men's eyes were made to look.--Gentlemen.-Mercutio. We talk here in the public haunt of men: Either withdraw unto some private place.--Here comes my man. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art. dost thou make us minstrels? An thou make minstrels of us.

Therefore farewell. [Drawing. dishonourable. What wouldst thou have with me? Mercutio. Tybalt. I do protest I never injur'd thee. nothing but one of your nine lives. Villain am I none. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher by the ears? make haste.] Tybalt. lest mine be about your ears ere it be out. Romeo. as you shall use me hereafter.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 57 [Enter Romeo. therefore turn and draw. the reason that I have to love thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting. Romeo. But I'll be hanged. he'll be your follower. vile submission! Alla stoccata carries it away. Gentle Mercutio. Tybalt. will you walk? Tybalt. your passado.--be satisfied. and. put thy rapier up. I am for you. dry-beat the rest of the eight. [Draws. Boy.] . sir. this shall not excuse the injuries That thou hast done me. I see thou know'st me not. that I mean to make bold withal. sir. Romeo. Come. Tybalt.] Romeo. Your worship in that sense may call him man. the love I bear thee can afford No better term than this. go before to field.--Thou art a villain. if he wear your livery: Marry.--which name I tender As dearly as mine own. Good king of cats.] Mercutio. Tybalt. [They fight. But love thee better than thou canst devise Till thou shalt know the reason of my love: And so good Capulet. O calm. Mercutio. Mercutio. you rat-catcher.

and soundly too. Or I shall faint. Benvolio. a villain.] Romeo.--A plague o' both your houses!--Zounds. my reputation stain'd With Tybalt's slander.--Your houses! [Exit Mercutio and Benvolio. Courage. marry. and you shall find me a grave man.--Tybalt.--the prince expressly hath Forbid this bandying in Verona streets. I am hurt. Mercutio.--Mercutio. a cat.Gentlemen. a dog. I warrant. Mercutio. I am peppered. fetch a surgeon. a mouse. for this world. to scratch a man to death! a braggart. 'twill serve: ask for me to-morrow. Romeo. but 'tis enough. Thy beauty hath made me effeminate And in my temper soften'd valour's steel.Is he gone. and hath nothing? Benvolio.-. that fights by the book of arithmetic!--Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm. the prince's near ally. beat down their weapons. that an hour Hath been my kinsman. a rat. This gentleman. a scratch. Help me into some house. 'tis enough.--O sweet Juliet. man.Where is my page?--go.] Mercutio.-. a scratch.-. villain. . Benvolio. 'tis not so deep as a well. [Exit Page. for shame! forbear this outrage!-. Tybalt!--good Mercutio!-[Exeunt Tybalt with his Partizans. Ay. My very friend.-. the hurt cannot be much.-. I thought all for the best.Hold. What.A plague o' both your houses!--I am sped. hath got his mortal hurt In my behalf. No. art thou hurt? Mercutio.--A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me: I have it. a rogue. nor so wide as a church door.Tybalt.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 58 Romeo. Draw. ay.] Romeo.

wretched boy. Benvolio. away. Tybalt. The prince will doom thee death If thou art taken. Tybalt.] Benvolio. Romeo. Shalt with him hence. Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. be gone! The citizens are up.] . Alive in triumph! and Mercutio slain! Away to heaven respective lenity. must go with him. This day's black fate on more days doth depend. Tybalt falls. Hence. I am fortune's fool! Benvolio. Romeo. Romeo. This but begins the woe others must end. Why dost thou stay? [Exit Romeo. Staying for thine to keep him company. Romeo. O Romeo. that didst consort him here.] Now. O. Romeo. This shall determine that. for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads. or both. brave Mercutio's dead! That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 59 [Re-enter Benvolio. Either thou or I. away! Romeo. and Tybalt slain. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. take the 'villain' back again That late thou gavest me. And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now!-[Re-enter Tybalt. Thou. [They fight. be gone.] Benvolio.-Stand not amaz'd.

Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio? Tybalt. the blood is spill'd Of my dear kinsman!--Prince. Benvolio. I can discover all The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: There lies the man. their Wives.] Prince. Romeo. deaf to peace. which way ran he? Benvolio. Tybalt. Up. [Enter Prince. And 'twixt them rushes. Lady Capulet. and then Tybalt fled: But by-and-by comes back to Romeo. slain by young Romeo. and others. For blood of ours shed blood of Montague. Who had but newly entertain'd revenge. that murderer.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 60 [Enter Citizens. but that he tilts With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast. as thou art true. go with me. brave Mercutio. friends! friends. my cousin! O my brother's child!-. O noble prince. and with the other sends It back to Tybalt. who began this bloody fray? Benvolio. Tybalt. bid him bethink How nice the quarrel was.O cousin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray? Benvolio. here slain. part!' and swifter than his tongue. attended. There lies that Tybalt. That slew thy kinsman. ere I Could draw to part them . Who. And. for. Montague. with a martial scorn. 'Hold.-. cousin! Prince. that spoke him fair.--All this. turns deadly point to point. underneath whose arm An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life Of stout Mercutio. sir. calm look. Capulet. I charge thee in the prince's name obey.Could not take truce with the unruly spleen Of Tybalt.--uttered With gentle breath. and urg'd withal Your high displeasure. &c. knees humbly bow'd. And to't they go like lightning. whom Romeo's hand did slay. His agile arm beats down their fatal points. all as hot.-. whose dexterity Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud. 1 Citizen.O prince!--O husband!--O. with one hand beats Cold death aside.] 1 Citizen.

-. prince. Romeo must not live. 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. must give. Lady Capulet. Not Romeo. Prince.-. all in black. and attend our will: Mercy but murders. if love be blind. Romeo slew him. civil night. [Enter Juliet.Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties: or. when he is found. [Exeunt. And all those twenty could but kill one life. Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste. My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding. you fiery-footed steeds. or let Benvolio die. Else. prince. His fault concludes but what the law should end. Thou sober-suited matron. Gallop apace. he slew Mercutio: Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? Montague. Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods: Hood my unmann'd . such a waggoner As Phaeton would whip you to the west And bring in cloudy night immediately. he was Mercutio's friend.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 61 was stout Tybalt slain. And as he fell did Romeo turn and fly. And for that offence Immediately we do exile him hence: I have an interest in your hate's proceeding. Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses. Romeo slew Tybalt. he speaks not true: Some twenty of them fought in this black strife. that hour is his last. pardoning those that kill. A Room in Capulet's House. and Romeo Leap to these arms.--Come. Prince. Affection makes him false. This is the truth. It best agrees with night. He is a kinsman to the Montague. And learn me how to lose a winning match. Towards Phoebus' lodging. untalk'd of and unseen. love-performing night! That rude eyes may wink.Spread thy close curtain. I beg for justice.] Juliet. which thou. The life of Tybalt. Bear hence this body.] Scene II.

O. Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but I. night. what news? What hast thou there? the cords That Romeo bid thee fetch? Nurse. [Throws them down. O. Romeo!-.-[Enter Nurse. the cords. Romeo can.Come. grown bold. he's dead! Juliet.] Juliet. And may not wear them. and.-. For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back. we are undone!-. Ay. thou day in night. well-a-day! he's dead. black-brow'd night. And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night. ay. when he shall die.Alack the day!--he's gone. that dost torment me thus? This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell. till strange love.--come. What devil art thou.--come. I have bought the mansion of a love. and every tongue that speaks But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence. Come. he's kill'd. lady. And that bare vowel I shall poison more Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice: I . he's dead! We are undone. loving. Ah. Though heaven cannot. gentle night. And she brings news.] Now. Think true love acted simple modesty.-. here comes my nurse.--O Romeo. though I am sold. Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day As is the night before some festival To an impatient child that hath new robes. And pay no worship to the garish sun. Ah me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands? Nurse. with cords. and. Romeo. bating in my cheeks. Give me my Romeo. With thy black mantle.--come. Can heaven be so envious? Nurse. Take him and cut him out in little stars.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 62 blood. But not possess'd it.Who ever would have thought it?--Romeo! Juliet. he's dead. nurse.

--I swounded at the sight. Juliet. my heart!--poor bankrout. Nurse. the best friend I had! O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman! That ever I should live to see thee dead! Juliet. it did. it did! Juliet. And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier! Nurse.-. and Romeo banished. a bloody piteous corse. eyes. break.God save the mark!--here on his manly breast. A damned saint. Or those eyes shut that make thee answer I. dreadful trumpet. Tybalt is gone. All in gore-blood.Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound? O. or if not. no: Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe. all bedaub'd in blood.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 63 am not I if there be such an I. O serpent heart. A piteous corse. Tybalt. and my dearer lord?-. if those two are gone? Nurse. end motion here. pale as ashes. I saw the wound. O God!--did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood? Nurse. Romeo that kill'd him. what hadst thou to do in hell When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?-. Juliet. alas the day. and is Tybalt dead? My dear-lov'd cousin. sound the general doom! For who is living. O Tybalt. to earth resign. ne'er look on liberty! Vile earth. I saw it with mine eyes. say I.O nature. 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. an honourable villain!-.Then. break at once! To prison. Pale. What storm is this that blows so contrary? Is Romeo slaughter'd. If he be slain. It did. O. that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace! . he is banished.

Which you. then? Some word there was.-. what tongue shall smooth thy name. have mangled it?-. Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin? Juliet. poor my lord. all dead: 'Romeo is banished. bound. if it had ended there: Or. And needly will be rank'd with other griefs. Shame come to Romeo! Juliet. Blister'd be thy tongue For such a wish! he was not born to shame: Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit. Which modern lamentation might have mov'd? But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death. Romeo.Where is my father and my mother. Tybalt. didst thou kill my cousin? That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband: Back. that Tybalt would have slain. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? Ah. measure. There's no trust. these woes. foolish tears. nurse? Nurse.'-There is no end. worser than Tybalt's death. or thy mother. wherefore weep I.-.' That 'banished. In that word's death. That murder'd me: I would forget it fain. thy three-hours' wife. . O. when she said Tybalt's dead. When I.' Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Your tributary drops belong to woe. Thy father. all naught. and Romeo banished. All slain. back to your native spring. For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd Sole monarch of the universal earth. 'Romeo is banished'--to speak that word Is father. these sorrows make me old. Tybalt's death Was woe enough.But wherefore. or both.-.These griefs. Juliet. But O.-. no words can that woe sound. nay. no limit. And Tybalt's dead. if sour woe delights in fellowship. all dissemblers. no honesty in men. offer up to joy.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 64 Nurse. all perjur'd.' that one word 'banished. mother. where's my man? Give me some aqua vitae.Why follow'd not. mistaking. All forsworn.Ah. it presses to my memory Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds: 'Tybalt is dead. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: Will you go to them? I will bring you thither. My husband lives. No faith. villain. what a beast was I to chide at him! Nurse. that would have slain my husband: All this is comfort.

And bid him come to take his last farewell. Too familiar Is my dear son with such sour company: I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. Hie to your chamber. Romeo. a maid.] Scene III. O. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips. Friar Lawrence's cell. thou fearful man. Father. come forth. And death.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 65 Juliet. [Enter Romeo.] Romeo. What less than doomsday is the prince's doom? Friar. Both you and I. And thou art wedded to calamity. But I.] Friar.Not body's death. die maiden-widowed. Poor ropes. I'll to my wedding-bed. but body's banishment. Hark ye. When theirs are dry. for Romeo's banishment.-. Juliet. what news? what is the prince's doom What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand. find him! give this ring to my true knight. . nurse. cords. [Exeunt. take my maidenhead! Nurse. Romeo. That I yet know not? Friar. he is hid at Lawrence' cell. [Enter Friar Lawrence. Take up those cords. Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent. come forth. not Romeo. your Romeo will be here at night: I'll to him. Affliction is enanmour'd of thy parts. come. I'll find Romeo To comfort you: I wot well where he is. you are beguil'd. for Romeo is exil'd: He made you for a highway to my bed. Come.

for the world is broad and wide. and my friend profess'd. No sudden mean of death. To mangle me with that word banishment? Friar.-Romeo. But purgatory. Romeo. A sin-absolver. But Romeo may not. But Romeo may not. and not mercy: heaven is here. But banished to kill me. hell itself. And steal immortal blessing from her lips. Much more than death.-. Hence-banished is banish'd from the world. hear me speak a little. banished? O friar.--then banished Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment. And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me. Ha. For exile hath more terror in his look. say death. but the kind prince. Friar. And turn'd that black word death to banishment: This is dear mercy. when I from this must fly. Howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart. Who. do not say banishment. O. More honourable state. Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe. Where Juliet lives. even in pure and vestal modesty. 'Tis torture. and thou see'st it not. hath brush'd aside the law. Still blush. Being a divine. no sharp-ground knife.This may flies do. Friar. Live here in heaven. And little mouse. a ghostly confessor. and dog. And world's exile is death. he is banished. as thinking their own kisses sin.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 66 Romeo. and may look on her. though ne'er so mean. And sayest thou yet that exile is not death! Hadst thou no poison mix'd. Thou fond mad man. . thou wilt speak again of banishment. banishment? be merciful.--More validity. the damned use that word in hell. Hence from Verona art thou banished: Be patient. There is no world without Verona walls. every unworthy thing. and every cat. more courtship lives In carrion flies than Romeo: they may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand. torture. Taking thy part. Romeo. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! Thy fault our law calls death.

O. Tybalt murdered. Then mightst thou speak. And fall upon the ground. it prevails not. hide thyself. and like me banished. It helps not.--Stand up. though thou art banished. arise.--I come. [Knocking. as I do now. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 67 Friar. Doting like me. I come! .--By-and-by!--God's will! What simpleness is this. To comfort thee. Friar. reverse a prince's doom. one knocks. [Knocking. Good Romeo. philosophy. how they knock!--Who's there?--Romeo. Taking the measure of an unmade grave. [Knocking within. then I see that madmen have no ears. then mightst thou tear thy hair. Romeo. Displant a town. Yet banished? Hang up philosophy! Unless philosophy can make a Juliet. Juliet thy love.] Friar. Adversity's sweet milk. Romeo.] Friar.] Run to my study. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word. Romeo. Arise. An hour but married. when that wise men have no eyes? Friar. Romeo. Hark. Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel: Wert thou as young as I. How should they. Not I.--talk no more. Thou wilt be taken. unless the breath of heartsick groans.--Stay awhile.

an you be a man: For Juliet's sake.Stand up.-. Nurse! Nurse. O. but weeps and weeps. death's the end of all. Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy With blood remov'd but little from her own? Where is she? and how doth she/ and what says My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love? Nurse. I come from Lady Juliet.] Let me come in. weeping and blubbering. and then on Romeo cries. with his own tears made drunk. And now falls on her bed.] Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will? Nurse. Blubbering and weeping. Even so lies she. sir.-. Ah sir! ah sir!--Well. stand. rise and stand. And then down falls again. O woeful sympathy! Piteous predicament! Nurse. Friar. stand up. holy friar. where's Romeo? Friar. tell me. Welcome then. And Tybalt calls. Romeo.Just in her case! Friar. [Within. and then starts up. Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her? Doth not she think me an old murderer. Nurse. O. Where is my lady's lord. [Enter Nurse. O. O holy friar. Why should you fall into so deep an O? Romeo. .Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 68 [Knocking. for her sake.] Nurse. she says nothing. There on the ground. he is even in my mistress' case. and you shall know my errand.

thou sham'st thy shape. take heed. thy wit: Thy noble shape is but a form of wax. rouse thee. Unseemly woman in a seeming man! Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both! Thou hast amaz'd me: by my holy order. that threaten'd death. too. thy wild acts denote The unreasonable fury of a beast. By doing damned hate upon thyself? Why rail'st thou on thy birth. In what vile part of this anatomy Doth my name lodge? tell me. But. reconcile your friends. What. Go. get thee to thy love. look. Thy dear love sworn. Happiness courts thee in her best array. friar. but hollow perjury. for such die miserable. and call thee back With twenty hundred thousand times more joy Than thou went'st forth in lamentation. Is set a-fire by thine own ignorance. tell me. Shot from the deadly level of a gun. Fie. as that name's cursed hand Murder'd her kinsman. Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself? And slay thy lady. becomes thy friend. the heaven. Which heavy . fie. there art thou happy too: The law. Thy tears are womanish.] Friar. Hold thy desperate hand: Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art. Mis-shapen in the conduct of them both. For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead. abound'st in all. Where thou shalt live till we can find a time To blaze your marriage. tell me. And bid her hasten all the house to bed. all three do meet In thee at once. thou stay not till the watch be set.--O. which thou at once wouldst lose. thy wit. nurse: commend me to thy lady. Which. I thought thy disposition better temper'd.Go before.Take heed. hence and comfort her: But. As if that name. thy love. Did murder her. Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask. Digressing from the valour of a man. For then thou canst not pass to Mantua. [Drawing his sword. as was decreed. Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish. And usest none in that true use indeed Which should bedeck thy shape.-. Beg pardon of the prince. that ornament to shape and love. Thy wit. that I may sack The hateful mansion. like a misbehav'd and sullen wench. Ascend her chamber. thy love. Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:-. like a usurer. and earth? Since birth and heaven and earth. There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee. And turns it to exile.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 69 Romeo. But thou slewest Tybalt. And thou dismember'd with thine own defence. that lives in thee. there art thou happy: A pack of blessings lights upon thy back. man! thy Juliet is alive.

Romeo is coming. [Exeunt. . And so did I. Here. but for your company. for it grows very late. [Enter Capulet. good night. so unluckily That we have had no time to move our daughter: Look you. a ring she bid me give you. sir: Hie you. It were a grief so brief to part with thee: Farewell. Sojourn in Mantua. Nurse. Go hence. But that a joy past joy calls out on me. I would have been a-bed an hour ago.] Romeo. Romeo. A Room in Capulet's House. what learning is!-. 'Tis very late. well. sir.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 70 sorrow makes them apt unto. Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence. Do so. Lady Capulet. 'tis late. she'll not come down to-night: I promise you. [Exit.] Scene IV. I could have stay'd here all the night To hear good counsel: O. she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly. sir. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this! Friar. O Lord.] Capulet. Nurse. Romeo. and bid my sweet prepare to chide.My lord. good night! and here stands all your state: Either be gone before the watch be set. we were born to die. make haste. and Paris. And he shall signify from time to time Every good hap to you that chances here: Give me thy hand. farewell. I'll tell my lady you will come. I'll find out your man. Things have fallen out.

Will you be ready? do you like this haste? We'll keep no great ado.-.-.] Juliet. To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness. Being our kinsman. I would that Thursday were to-morrow. my lord. ere you go to bed. tell her.--a friend or two. My lord. That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear. I will make a desperate tender Of my child's love: I think she will be rul'd In all respects by me. hark you.--Light to my chamber. against this wedding-day. She shall be married to this noble earl. An open Gallery to Juliet's Chamber. ho!-. soft! what day is this? Paris.Madam. These times of woe afford no tune to woo. it was the nightingale. Monday! ha. And there an end. go you to her ere you go to bed. mark you me. But what say you to Thursday? Paris. Prepare her. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale. [Enter Romeo and Juliet.-.-. on Wednesday next.Good night. Well.But.--a Thursday. overlooking the Garden. Wednesday is too soon.-. [Exeunt. good night: commend me to your daughter. It may be thought we held him carelessly.-. Capulet. Monday. love. And bid her.Wife.-. I will.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 71 Paris.] Scene V. my lord. . For. I doubt it not. get you gone: o' Thursday be it then. Tybalt being slain so late. Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love. ha! Well. Capulet.Afore me. Sir Paris. nay more. Capulet. Lady Capulet.Farewell. Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree: Believe me.Go you to Juliet. it is so very very late That we may call it early by and by. if we revel much: Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends. and know her mind early to-morrow. wife. and not the lark. Thursday let it be.

] Nurse. and welcome! Juliet wills it so. I am content. It was the lark.-. [Exit. the herald of the morn. Juliet. and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.] . Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day. I'll say yon gray is not the morning's eye. thou need'st not to be gone. Nurse? Nurse.--it is not day. for she divideth us: Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes. Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. O. look about. It is. more light and light it grows. O. love. my soul? let's talk. I: It is some meteor that the sun exhales To be to thee this night a torch-bearer And light thee on the way to Mantua: Therefore stay yet. it is!--hie hence. This doth not so. Let me be ta'en. now I would they had chang'd voices too! Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray. now be gone. 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. Your lady mother is coming to your chamber: The day is broke. Yond light is not daylight. be wary.-Come. let me be put to death. what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out. Romeo.How is't. No nightingale: look. I must be gone and live. so thou wilt have it so.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 72 Romeo. Madam! Juliet. be gone. death. away! It is the lark that sings so out of tune. Romeo. Juliet. More light and light. I know it. or stay and die. Some say the lark makes sweet division.--more dark and dark our woes! [Enter Nurse. 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow.

now thou art below. Juliet. For in a minute there are many days: O. let day in. O God! I have an ill-divining soul! Methinks I see thee. Art thou gone so? my lord. Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother? Is she not down so late. or thou look'st pale. Romeo. by this count I shall be much in years Ere I again behold my Romeo! Romeo. Adieu. [Within. and let life out. Farewell.] Juliet. farewell! one kiss. fortune. For then. think'st thou we shall ever meet again? Romeo.] Ho. [Descends. Lady Capulet.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 73 Juliet. in my eye so do you: Dry sorrow drinks our blood. As one dead in the bottom of a tomb: Either my eyesight fails. fortune! all men call thee fickle: If thou art fickle. to thee. my friend! I must hear from thee every day i' the hour. I hope. Then. and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come. window. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity That may convey my greetings. I doubt it not. thou wilt not keep him long But send him back. daughter! are you up? Juliet. adieu! [Exit below. or up so early? What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither? . love. Romeo. Juliet. And trust me. O. and I'll descend. O fortune. love. my love.] Juliet. what dost thou with him That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle.

-. I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. I'll send to one in Mantua. I am not well. Feeling so the loss. wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? An if thou couldst. Juliet. how now. Ay. Well.-. Therefore have done: some grief shows much of love. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? What. Juliet. madam. Lady Capulet.-. with all my heart.Where that same banish'd runagate doth live. But much of grief shows still some want of wit. fear thou not: Then weep no more. from the reach of these my hands. And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart. Juliet. That is because the traitor murderer lives.God pardon him! I do.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 74 [Enter Lady Capulet. That same villain Romeo.Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram That he shall soon keep . girl. Would none but I might venge my cousin's death! Lady Capulet. Why. Lady Capulet. Juliet. thou weep'st not so much for his death As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. Juliet? Juliet. Madam. Juliet. Villain and he be many miles asunder. but not the friend Which you weep for. So shall you feel the loss. What villain.] Lady Capulet. Lady Capulet. thou couldst not make him live. madam? Lady Capulet. Lady Capulet. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. We will have vengeance for it.

and when I do. child.-. I pray you. and noble gentleman. Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. Marry. well. upon receipt thereof. whom you know I hate. Soon sleep in quiet. I wonder at this haste. and I'll find such a man. I will not marry yet. Peter's Church. Rather than Paris:--these are news indeed! Lady Capulet. Well. madam. Madam. how my heart abhors To hear him nam'd. Juliet. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings.] .Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd: Madam. He shall not make me there a joyful bride.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 75 Tybalt company: And then I hope thou wilt be satisfied. Juliet. at St. my child. Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy That thou expect'st not. The County Paris. early next Thursday morn The gallant. tell my lord and father. that I must wed Ere he that should be husband comes to woo. I would temper it. And joy comes well in such a needy time: What are they.--and cannot come to him. [Enter Capulet and Nurse. Juliet. and Peter too. young. if you could find out but a man To bear a poison. I beseech your ladyship? Lady Capulet. Indeed I never shall be satisfied With Romeo till I behold him--dead-. girl. Juliet. Here comes your father: tell him so yourself.To wreak the love I bore my cousin Tybalt Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him! Lady Capulet. Find thou the means. Now by Saint Peter's Church. I swear It shall be Romeo. One who. And see how he will take it at your hands. in happy time. to put thee from thy heaviness. That Romeo should. nor I look'd not for. what day is that? Lady Capulet. O. thou hast a careful father.

Good father.-.--and. When the sun sets.And yet not proud:--mistress minion. will overset Thy tempest-tossed body.--Wife. the winds. Out. Capulet.How now! a conduit. that we have wrought So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? Juliet.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 76 Capulet. a wind: For still thy eyes.--raging with thy tears and they with them. sir. But thankful even for hate that is meant love. do not answer me. Thank me no thankings. Sailing in this salt flood. Who. wife. But now I see . you baggage! You tallow-face! Lady Capulet. we scarce thought us bles'd That God had lent us but this only child. fie! what.-.--How now. Or never after look me in the face: Speak not. Hang thee. how now. Unworthy as she is. the air doth drizzle dew. chop-logic! What is this? Proud. Not proud you have. a sea. thy sighs. which I may call the sea. I thank you. Fie. girl? what. How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks? Is she not proud? doth she not count her bles'd. But for the sunset of my brother's son It rains downright. Hear me with patience but to speak a word. Ay. Capulet. reply not. the bark thy body is. take me with you. But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church.--and I thank you not. How now. but thankful that you have: Proud can I never be of what I hate.-. Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. nor proud me no prouds. she gives you thanks. wife! Have you deliver'd to her our decree? Lady Capulet. Do ebb and flow with tears. you green-sickness carrion! out. My fingers itch. I would the fool were married to her grave! Capulet. young baggage! disobedient wretch! I tell thee what. but she will none. you.Without a sudden calm. are you mad? Juliet. I beseech you on my knees. still in tears? Evermore showering? In one little body Thou counterfeit'st a bark.--get thee to church o' Thursday. Soft! take me with you.

I'll ne'er acknowledge thee. God in heaven bless her!-. in company. Proportion'd as one's heart would wish a man. smatter with your gossips. God ye good-en! Nurse.But. Peace. my lord. A whining mammet. Capulet. tide. I'll pardon you: Graze where you will. I'll give you to my friend.--I pray you pardon me:'-. think on't. beg. as they say. [Exit. hang. my lady wisdom? hold your tongue. play. to rate her so. an you will not wed. you mumbling fool! Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl. hilding! Nurse. and having now provided A gentleman of noble parentage. I speak no treason. bethink you.] . Capulet. And that we have a curse in having her: Out on her. die i' the streets. For here we need it not. go. advise: An you be mine. Thursday is near. Capulet. hour. May not one speak? Capulet. starve. in her fortune's tender. To answer. God's bread! it makes me mad: Day. Lady Capulet. An you be not.--I cannot love. And why.You are to blame. Nurse.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 77 this one is one too much. with honourable parts.And then to have a wretched puling fool. 'I'll not wed. I do not use to jest. O. night. work. I'll not be forsworn. youthful. lay hand on heart. by my soul. Good prudence. time. You are too hot. you shall not house with me: Look to't. still my care hath been To have her match'd. Stuff'd. Alone. Nor what is mine shall never do thee good: Trust to't. I am too young. and nobly train'd. For. Of fair demesnes.-.

and you no use of him. for I have done with thee.] Juliet. Talk not to me.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 78 Juliet. Lady Capulet. [Exit. my faith in heaven. Well. or 'twere as good he were. Speakest thou this from thy heart? Nurse. Faith. cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month. make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.Alack. sweet my mother.-. Or if he do. to Lawrence' cell. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds. Do as thou wilt. Or else beshrew them both. so fair an eye As Paris hath. madam. that heaven should practise stratagems Upon so soft a subject as myself!-. alack. for I'll not speak a word. Nurse. an eagle. Then. Beshrew my very heart. That sees into the bottom of my grief? O. so quick. here 'tis. As living here.What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy? Some comfort. Juliet. O. I think you are happy in this second match. it needs must be by stealth. since the case so stands as now it doth. Go in. Having displeas'd my father. For it excels your first: or if it did not. Unless that husband send it me from heaven By leaving earth?--comfort me. To make . And from my soul too. if you do not. How shall that faith return again to earth. What? Juliet. Juliet. a week. O God!--O nurse! how shall this be prevented? My husband is on earth. Your first is dead. I think it best you married with the county. and tell my lady I am gone. Amen! Nurse. nurse. counsel me. Hath not so green. Romeo Is banished. he's a lovely gentleman! Romeo's a dishclout to him. Or. and all the world to nothing That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you. thou hast comforted me marvellous much.

If all else fail. counsellor.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 79 confession and to be absolv'd. in his wisdom. Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend! Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn. sir? the time is very short.-. and this is wisely done. Which. hastes our marriage.] Friar. Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue Which she hath prais'd him with above compare So many thousand times?--Go. [Exit. myself have power to die. And therefore have I little talk'd of love. You say you do not know the lady's mind: Uneven is the course. And.I'll to the friar to know his remedy. [Exit. sir. Paris. . Friar Lawrence's Cell. Nurse. And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.] ACT IV. To stop the inundation of her tears. [Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris. Paris. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death.] Juliet. I like it not. Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain. May be put from her by society: Now do you know the reason of this haste. I will. Marry. For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. Scene I. On Thursday. too much minded by herself alone. Now. Friar. her father counts it dangerous That she do give her sorrow so much sway. My father Capulet will have it so.

Come you to make confession to this father? Juliet. So will ye. If I do so. Juliet. on Thursday next. Paris. Paris. Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report.] I would I knew not why it should be slow'd. Happily met. Juliet.] Paris. sir. I am sure. Paris. To answer that. For it was bad enough before their spite. Being spoke behind your back than to your face.Look.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 80 Friar. That's a certain text. Paris. . Juliet. Poor soul. [Enter Juliet. That may be. Juliet. my lady and my wife! Juliet. [Aside. thy face is much abus'd with tears.-. love. What must be shall be. That may be must be. that you love me. Friar. Paris. Paris. sir. Do not deny to him that you love me. it will be of more price. here comes the lady toward my cell. The tears have got small victory by that. when I may be a wife. I should confess to you. I will confess to you that I love him.

which is a truth. If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy. Or shall I come to you at evening mass? Friar. On Thursday next be married to this county. on Thursday early will I rouse you: Till then. That is no slander. holy father.] Juliet. And what I spake. past hope. thou our hands. It strains me past the compass of my wits: I hear thou must. Juliet. or. for it is not mine own. and nothing may prorogue it. sir. I long to die. past cure. Give me some present counsel. Or my true heart with treacherous revolt Turn to another.Are you at leisure. Juliet. in thy wisdom. that thou hear'st of this. It may be so. Come weep with me. [Exit. and keep this holy kiss. Tell me not. I already know thy grief. shut the door! and when thou hast done so. arbitrating that Which the commission of thy years and art Could to no issue of true honour bring.-. Ah. Be not so long to speak. My leisure serves me. thou canst give no help. pensive daughter. Paris. behold. adieu. 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife Shall play the empire. and thou hast slander'd it. by thee to Romeo's seal'd. Do thou but call my resolution wise. now.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 81 Juliet. God shield I should disturb devotion!-.-. out of thy long-experienc'd time. And ere this hand. . past help! Friar.Juliet.My lord. And with this knife I'll help it presently. Thy face is mine. we must entreat the time alone. now. friar. O. Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it: If. this shall slay them both: Therefore. I spake it to my face. Paris. Shall be the label to another deed. Juliet. God join'd my heart and Romeo's.

O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones. or bid me lurk Where serpents are. daughter. With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls. to hear them told. That cop'st with death himself to scape from it. Or walk in thievish ways. on the bier. but surcease: No warmth. for no pulse Shall keep his native progress. Now. O. Hold. rather than marry Paris. being then in bed. bid me leap. Then is it likely thou wilt undertake A thing like death to chide away this shame. The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To paly ashes. give consent To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 82 Friar. To-morrow night look that thou lie alone. Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie. have made me tremble. If no inconstant toy nor womanish fear Abate thy valour in the acting it. chain me with roaring bears. Friar. when the bridegroom in the morning comes To rouse thee from thy bed. In the mean time. shall testify thou livest. To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.In thy best robes. then. And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. rather than to marry County Paris Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself. From off the battlements of yonder tower. there art thou dead: Then. presently. be merry. I do spy a kind of hope. when he shuts up the day of life. and that very night Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. And this distilled liquor drink thou off: When. go home. . against thou shalt awake. Which craves as desperate an execution As that is desperate which we would prevent. And. appear like death: And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death Thou shalt continue two-and-forty hours. if thou dar'st. stiff and stark and cold. uncover'd. Or bid me go into a new-made grave. Things that. Juliet. I'll give thee remedy. no breath. If. through all thy veins shall run A cold and drowsy humour. depriv'd of supple government. Hold. Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift. Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber: Take thou this vial. Each part. And hither shall he come: and he and I Will watch thy waking. And this shall free thee from this present shame. Shall. Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house. thy eyes' windows fall.--as the manner of our country is. Like death. And I will do it without fear or doubt.-. And hide me with a dead man in his shroud.

How canst thou try them so? 2 Servant.What.] We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time. Lady Capulet. Go. be strong and prosperous In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed To Mantua. tell not me of fear! Friar. . You shall have none ill. Farewell. sir.] Scene II. get you gone. Give me. begone.-[Exit second Servant. Capulet. Hall in Capulet's House.-[Exit first Servant. is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence? Nurse. go hire me twenty cunning cooks.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 83 Juliet. Ay. and Servants. Marry. Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford. with my letters to thy lord. give me! O. Hold. Capulet. Juliet. So many guests invite as here are writ. dear father. [Enter Capulet. for I'll try if they can lick their fingers. Nurse. sir.-. [Exeunt.] Capulet. forsooth. 2 Servant. 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me.] Sirrah.

I say. will you go with me into my closet. this reverend holy friar.--Let me see the county.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 84 Capulet. my headstrong! where have you been gadding? Juliet. I am glad on't.--stand up. and am enjoin'd By holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here. To beg your pardon:--pardon. Nurse. [Exeunt Juliet and Nurse.] Lady Capulet.] Capulet. Juliet. marry. there is time enough.--We'll to church to-morrow. Capulet. Why. Ay. All our whole city is much bound to him. Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition To you and your behests.This is as't should be. I beseech you! Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you.-Now. Nurse. And gave him what becomed love I might. this is well. Juliet. Capulet. . We shall be short in our provision: 'Tis now near night. be may chance to do some good on her: A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.-. afore God. No. Well. go tell him of this: I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. not till Thursday. To help me sort such needful ornaments As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow? Lady Capulet. go with her. See where she comes from shrift with merry look. nurse. How now. [Enter Juliet. and fetch him hither. Go. Send for the county. Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. go. Capulet. I met the youthful lord at Lawrence' cell.

] Lady Capulet. leave me to myself to-night. and rest. Farewell!--God knows when we shall meet again. then. I'll play the housewife for this once. ho? need you my help? Juliet. No.-.Nurse!--What should she do here? My dismal scene I needs must act alone. vial.] Juliet. Ay. help to deck up her. is cross and full of sin. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins That almost freezes up the heat of life: I'll call them back again to comfort me.-.-.--let me alone.] Juliet. No!--this shall forbid it:--lie thou there. And let the nurse this night sit up with you. madam.They are all forth: well. What. [Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. for thou hast need. wife: Go thou to Juliet. [Exeunt. I will stir about. those attires are best:--but. we have cull'd such necessaries As are behoveful for our state to-morrow: So please you. let me now be left alone.-- .] Scene III. I'll not to bed to-night. [Enter Lady Capulet.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 85 Capulet. are you busy. to prepare him up Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. ho!-. to-morrow morning?-. For I have need of many orisons To move the heavens to smile upon my state. I will walk myself To County Paris. Juliet's Chamber. I warrant thee. I pray thee. Lady Capulet.--What. For I am sure you have your hands full all In this so sudden business. Which. And all things shall be well. [Enter Juliet and Nurse. Good night: Get thee to bed.Come. well thou know'st.What if this mixture do not work at all? Shall I be married.No. gentle nurse. Tush.

And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? Or.-.--what with loathsome smells. And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth. if I live. [Throws herself on the bed. as they say. is it not like that I. the bones Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd. Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd. for this many hundred years.-. shall I not be distraught.-. As with a club. take these keys and fetch more spices. with some great kinsman's bone.I will not entertain so bad a thought. nurse. Because he married me before to Romeo? I fear it is: and yet methinks it should not.] What if it be a poison. At some hours in the night spirits resort. look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost Seeking out Romeo. alack. if I wake.O. Where bloody Tybalt. [Enter Capulet. Hall in Capulet's House. Environed with all these hideous fears? And madly play with my forefathers' joints? And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud? And. is it not very like The horrible conceit of death and night. where.] Scene IV. hearing them.] Lady Capulet. To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in. So early waking. Nurse.Romeo. an ancient receptacle. dash out my desperate brains?-.O. in this rage. Where. which the friar Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead. I come! this do I drink to thee.As in a vault. that did spit his body Upon a rapier's point:--stay.Alack. I wake before the time that Romeo Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point! Shall I not then be stifled in the vault. Tybalt. [Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.] . That living mortals. run mad. Together with the terror of the place. For he hath still been tried a holy man:-. Hold. Lies festering in his shroud. stay!-.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 86 [Laying down her dagger. yet but green in earth.-. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry. when I am laid into the tomb.How if.

Get you to bed. The county will be here with music straight. Mass. he will show thee where they are. [Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. ho!--what.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 87 Capulet. go. I have a head. Nurse. But I will watch you from such watching now. faith. Go. stir.] Capulet.Look to the bak'd meats.] What's there? 1 Servant. [Enter Servants. 'tis three o'clock:-. ha! Thou shalt be logger-head. [Exit 1 Servant. For so he said he would:--I hear him near. and ne'er been sick. A jealous-hood. not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now All night for lesser cause. Lady Capulet. Things for the cook.] --Sirrah. a merry whoreson. you have been a mouse-hunt in your time.] Capulet. fetch drier logs: Call Peter. 2 Servant. you cot-quean. Ay. stir. a jealous-hood!--Now. sir. that will find out logs And never trouble Peter for the matter. stir! The second cock hath crow'd. but I know not what. Capulet. good Angelica. with spits. [Music within. The curfew bell hath rung. I say! .--Good faith. Capulet. make haste. No. and well said. fellow. you'll be sick to-morrow For this night's watching. [Exit. Spare not for cost. 'tis day. nurse. Come. sir. logs and baskets.] Nurse!--wife!--what. Make haste.

Mistress!--what. Make haste.] Lady Capulet What noise is here? Nurse. she:-.] Scene V. or I will die with thee!-. lady!--fie. the bridegroom he is come already: Make haste.--Madam. make haste. well-a-day that ever I was born!-. madam. look! O heavy day! Lady Capulet.--God forgive me! Marry. alas!--Help.What.--Will it not be? What. [Exeunt. Juliet on the bed. not a word?--you take your pennyworths now.Why. lamb!--why. ho!--my lord! my lady! [Enter Lady Capulet. i' faith. What is the matter? Nurse. I'll go and chat with Paris:--hie. and amen. go and trim her up. I warrant her. Look. let the county take you in your bed. madam!-. you slug-abed!-.Alas. dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again! I must needs wake you. Juliet's Chamber.] Nurse. bride!-. how sound is she asleep! I needs must wake her. Sleep for a week. I warrant. I say!--madam! sweetheart!--why.--lady! lady! lady!-.O. love. for the next night.Some aqua-vitae.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 88 [Re-enter Nurse. help! My lady's dead!-.Ay. look up. O lamentable day! Lady Capulet. help!--call help. [Enter Nurse. I say. waken Juliet.Why. O me.Help.] Go. mistress!--Juliet!--fast. He'll fright you up. my only life! Revive. The County Paris hath set up his rest That you shall rest but little. O me!--my child. .

And . For shame. Come. O woful time! Capulet.O son. unhappy. is the bride ready to go to church? Capulet. the night before thy wedding day Hath death lain with thy bride:--there she lies. deceas'd. Ready to go. her lord is come. living. one poor and loving child. And leave him all. wretched. Accursed time! unfortunate old man! Nurse. with Musicians. Nurse. bring Juliet forth. hateful day! Most miserable hour that e'er time saw In lasting labour of his pilgrimage! But one. But one thing to rejoice and solace in. but never to return:-. She's dead.] Capulet. Ha! let me see her:--out alas! she's cold. that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail. life. and her joints are stiff. poor one. [Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris. Her blood is settled. she's dead! Capulet. death is my heir. she's dead. Death.] Friar. alack the day! Lady Capulet Alack the day. Have I thought long to see this morning's face. Flower as she was.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 89 [Enter Capulet. Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. Death is my son-in-law. O lamentable day! Lady Capulet. Paris. she's dead. My daughter he hath wedded: I will die. deflowered by him. she's dead. And doth it give me such a sight as this? Lady Capulet. Accurs'd. all is death's. Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.

O love! O life!--not life. And with my child my joys are buried! Friar. Sir. Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change.And go. Friar. most woeful day That ever. murder our solemnity?-. in this love. O woe! O woeful. madam. For though fond nature bids us all lament. But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.--every one prepare To follow this fair corse unto her grave: The heavens do lower . go with him. but love in death! Capulet. and stick your rosemary On this fair corse.O child! O child!--my soul. and not my child!-. you love your child so ill That you run mad. By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!-. for shame! confusion's cure lives not In these confusions. my child is dead. kill'd!-. seeing that she is well: She's not well married that lives married long: But she's best married that dies married young. spited. Sir Paris. hated. seeing she is advanc'd Above the clouds. why cam'st thou now To murder. Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse. Heaven and yourself Had part in this fair maid. as the custom is. For 'twas your heaven she should be advanc'd: And weep ye now. woeful. and. distressed. ho. divorced.Uncomfortable time. Despis'd. In all her best array bear her to church. Peace. slain! Most detestable death. And all things change them to the contrary. dead!--alack. woeful day! Most lamentable day. martyr'd. Dry up your tears. Capulet. ever. wronged.Dead art thou. All things that we ordained festival Turn from their office to black funeral: Our instruments to melancholy bells. by thee beguil'd. Beguil'd. I did yet behold! O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! Never was seen so black a day as this: O woeful day! O woeful day! Paris.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 90 cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight! Nurse.-. now heaven hath all. Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast. Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. And all the better is it for the maid: Your part in her you could not keep from death. as high as heaven itself? O. go you in.--and. The most you sought was her promotion.

we may put up our pipes and be gone.] Peter. For well you know this is a pitiful case. musicians. [Exit. on my faith. Peter. Paris.] 1 Musician. . What will you give us? Peter. Move them no more by crossing their high will. Why 'Heart's ease'? Peter. Honest good fellows. musicians. You will not then? 1 Musician. Lady Capulet. I will then give it you soundly.] 1 Musician. Nurse. by my troth. but the gleek. Musicians. play 'Heart's ease. put up. put up. No money. 1 Musician. Not a dump we: 'tis no time to play now. 1 Musician. the case may be amended. 'Heart's ease. 1 Musician. play me some merry dump to comfort me. Faith. ah. an you will have me live. [Enter Peter.' 'Heart's ease': O.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 91 upon you for some ill.' 1 Musician. O. because my heart itself plays 'My heart is full of woe': O.--I will give you the minstrel. Ay. [Exeunt Capulet. Then will I give you the serving-creature. and Friar. O. No. Peter.

I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you. Peter.' [Exit. Faith.--Answer me like men: 'When griping grief the heart doth wound. you note us. Peter. I'll fa you: do you note me? 1 Musician. An you re us and fa us. James Soundpost? 3 Musician. What a pestilent knave is this same! . Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you with an iron wit. Peter. and put up my iron dagger.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 92 Peter. Peter. sir. Pretty!--What say you. Hugh Rebeck? 2 Musician. I cry you mercy. Pray you put up your dagger. O. I know not what to say. I say 'silver sound' because musicians sound for silver. because silver hath a sweet sound.What say you. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate. you are the singer: I will say for you. And doleful dumps the mind oppress. Simon Catling? 1 Musician. Then music with her silver sound'-why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver sound'?-. It is 'music with her silver sound' because musicians have no gold for sounding:-'Then music with her silver sound With speedy help doth lend redress. 2 Musician.] 1 Musician. and put out your wit. Pretty too!--What say you. Marry.

Mantua. I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault. 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. And presently took post to tell it you: O. sir. Balthasar.-. that gives a dead man leave to think!-. A Street. [Enter Romeo.Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper. Since you did leave it for my office.] News from Verona!--How now. Then she is well. I do beseech you. and do import Some misadventure.Strange dream. Hang him. and nothing can be ill: Her body sleeps in Capel's monument. I dreamt my lady came and found me dead. have patience: Your looks are pale and wild.And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips. I will hence to-night. Scene I. and stay dinner. stars!-. When but love's shadows are so rich in joy! [Enter Balthasar. And hire post-horses.] Romeo. That I reviv'd. . tarry for the mourners. My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. pardon me for bringing these ill news. sir. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne. And her immortal part with angels lives.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 93 2 Musician. Balthasar. and was an emperor.] Act V. Jack!--Come. And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. For nothing can be ill if she be well. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep. [Exeunt. Is it even so? then I defy you. Romeo. we'll in here. Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd.

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Romeo. Tush, thou art deceiv'd: Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do. Hast thou no letters to me from the friar? Balthasar. No, my good lord. Romeo. No matter: get thee gone, And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight. [Exit Balthasar.] Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. Let's see for means;--O mischief, thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! I do remember an apothecary,-- And hereabouts he dwells,--which late I noted In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, Culling of simples; meagre were his looks, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones; And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, An alligator stuff'd, and other skins Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves A beggarly account of empty boxes, Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show. Noting this penury, to myself I said, 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.] Apothecary. Who calls so loud? Romeo. Come hither, man.--I see that thou art poor; Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have A dram of poison; such soon-speeding gear As will disperse itself through all the veins That the life-weary taker mall fall dead; And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath As violently as hasty powder fir'd Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.

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Apothecary. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law Is death to any he that utters them. Romeo. Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes, Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back, The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law: The world affords no law to make thee rich; Then be not poor, but break it and take this. Apothecary. My poverty, but not my will consents. Romeo. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. Apothecary. Put this in any liquid thing you will, And drink it off; and, if you had the strength Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight. Romeo. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell: I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. Farewell: buy food and get thyself in flesh.-- Come, cordial and not poison, go with me To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee. [Exeunt.] Scene II. Friar Lawrence's Cell. [Enter Friar John.] Friar John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! [Enter Friar Lawrence.] Friar Lawrence. This same should be the voice of Friar John. Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo? Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.

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Friar John. Going to find a barefoot brother out, One of our order, to associate me, Here in this city visiting the sick, And finding him, the searchers of the town, Suspecting that we both were in a house Where the infectious pestilence did reign, Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth; So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd. Friar Lawrence. Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo? Friar John. I could not send it,--here it is again,-- Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, So fearful were they of infection. Friar Lawrence. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, The letter was not nice, but full of charge Of dear import; and the neglecting it May do much danger. Friar John, go hence; Get me an iron crow and bring it straight Unto my cell. Friar John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Exit.] Friar Lawrence. Now must I to the monument alone; Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake: She will beshrew me much that Romeo Hath had no notice of these accidents; But I will write again to Mantua, And keep her at my cell till Romeo come;-- Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! [Exit.] Scene III. A churchyard; in it a Monument belonging to the Capulets. [Enter Paris, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch.] Paris. Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof;-- Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Under yond yew tree lay thee all along, Holding 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

Whate'er thou hear'st or seest. Page. Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. yet I will adventure. To cross my obsequies and true love's rite? What. stand all aloof And do not interrupt me in my course.] Romeo. with flowers thy bridal bed I strew: O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones! Which with sweet water nightly I will dew. By heaven. I will tear thee joint by joint. wanting that. Do as I bid thee. upon thy life I charge thee. Why I descend into this bed of death Is partly to behold my lady's face. [The Page whistles. dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do. Or. take this letter. mattock. early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father.] The boy gives warning something doth approach. More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 97 hear it: whistle then to me. Give me the light.] Paris. [Aside. [Retires. And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: The time and my intents are savage-wild. As signal that thou hear'st something approach.But if thou. Balthasar. with tears distill'd by moans: The obsequies that I for thee will keep.] [Enter Romeo and Balthasar with a torch. be gone:-. But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger A precious ring. [Retires. Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.] I am almost afraid to stand alone Here in the churchyard. I will be gone. with a torch! muffle me. awhile. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night. Give me those flowers. . go. &c. Hold. jealous. and not trouble you. Sweet flower.--a ring that I must use In dear employment: therefore hence. night. sir.

For all this same. boy! .-. Let them affright thee.-[Advances.] And. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee. vile Montague! Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death? Condemned villain.] Romeo. It is supposed. I must indeed. For I come hither arm'd against myself: Stay not. [Retires. And apprehend thee for a felon here. Thou detestable maw.And here is come to do some villanous shame To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him. Obey. I love thee better than myself. Romeo. Paris. I do apprehend thee. in despite. So shalt thou show me friendship. I'll hide me hereabout: His looks I fear. and go with me.--Take thou that: Live. Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open. and therefore came I hither.Good gentle youth.] Stop thy unhallow'd toil. I do defy thy conjurations. This is that banish'd haughty Montague That murder'd my love's cousin.--live. [Breaking open the door of the monument. be gone. the fair creature died.--I beseech thee. good fellow. for thou must die. A madman's mercy bid thee run away.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 98 Romeo. I'll cram thee with more food! Paris. Fly hence and leave me:--think upon these gone. and hereafter say. Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth.-. youth. tempt not a desperate man. thou womb of death. Put not another sin upon my head By urging me to fury: O.--with which grief. Romeo. be gone! By heaven. and his intents I doubt. and be prosperous: and farewell. Balthasar.

cousin!--Ah. here will I remain With worms that are thy chambermaids: O.Tybalt.--Let me peruse this face:-. And never from this palace of dim night Depart again: here. when my betossed soul Did not attend him as we rode? I think He told me Paris should have married Juliet: Said he not so? or did I dream it so? Or am I mad. liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O.] Romeo. how may I Call this a lightning?--O my love! my wife! Death.-.-. they fight! I will go call the watch. Open the tomb.] How oft when men are at the point of death Have they been merry! which their keepers call A lightning before death: O. For here lies Juliet. Death. 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. slaught'red youth. One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave. here Will I set up my . lay me with Juliet. give me thy hand. [Exit. Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous. I will. To think it was so?--O. dear Juliet.] If thou be merciful. noble County Paris!-.] Paris. And death's pale flag is not advanced there. [Dies. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd. no.] Page. I am slain! [Falls. by a dead man interr'd.A grave? O. hearing him talk of Juliet. [Laying Paris in the monument.Mercutio's kinsman. O lord. what more favour can I do to thee Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain To sunder his that was thine enemy? Forgive me. In faith.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 99 [They fight. a lanthorn. and her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light.What said my man. beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks. lie thou there. that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath. O.

I dare not.--Thus with a kiss I die. It doth so. Friar. One that you love. My master knows not but I am gone hence. Friar. crow. It burneth in the Capels' monument. Go with me to the vault. Romeo. and there's my master. look your last! Arms. so late.] [Enter. Friar. come. Bliss be upon you! Tell me.]--O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. take your last embrace! and. at the other end of the Churchyard. O you The doors of breath. with a lantern. a friend. unsavoury guide! Thou desperate pilot. Full half an hour. Who is it? Balthasar. bitter conduct. Friar. And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.] Friar. Friar Lawrence. seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!-. Balthasar. and spade. And fearfully did menace me with death If I did stay to look on his intents. Balthasar. sir. [Dies. holy sir. How long hath he been there? Balthasar. the dead? Balthasar.Come. and one that knows you well. .Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 100 everlasting rest.--Eyes. now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! Here's to my love! [Drinks. Here's one. good my friend. lips. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night Have my old feet stumbled at graves!--Who's there? Who is it that consorts. What torch is yond that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern.

O. Romeo! [Advances. for I will not away.What mean these masterless and gory swords To lie discolour'd by this place of peace? [Enters the monument.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 101 Friar. alack! what blood is this which stains The stony entrance of this sepulchre?-.] Romeo! O. I dreamt my master and another fought. and left no friendly drop To help me after?--I will kiss thy lips. And that my master slew him. And there I am:--where is my Romeo? [Noise within. And Paris too:--come.] Friar.] Juliet.--I dare no longer stay. Haply some poison yet doth hang on them. Go. much I fear some ill unlucky thing. come away! Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead. I'll go alone:--fear comes upon me. Juliet. good Juliet [noise within]. for the watch is coming. To . hath been his timeless end:-.] Alack. and unnatural sleep: A greater power than we can contradict Hath thwarted our intents:--come. pale!--Who else? what. Stay then. Paris too? And steep'd in blood?--Ah. come from that nest Of death. get thee hence. I hear some noise. what an unkind hour Is guilty of this lamentable chance!--The lady stirs. go. Friar. I'll dispose of thee Among a sisterhood of holy nuns: Stay not to question.--Lady. contagion. As I did sleep under this yew tree here.-[Exit Friar Lawrence. O comfortable friar! where is my lord?-. [Juliet wakes and stirs.I do remember well where I should be. Balthasar. I see.O churl! drink all. clos'd in my true love's hand? Poison.] What's here? a cup. Come.

[Exeunt some of the Watch. [Within. boy:--which way? Juliet.] Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain. and newly dead. whoe'er you find attach.] . But the true ground of all these piteous woes We cannot without circumstance descry.Go. [Kisses him.--some others search:-[Exeunt others of the Watch.] Page. search about the churchyard: Go.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 102 make me die with a restorative.And Juliet bleeding. Yea. some of you. where the torch doth burn.] Lead.] [Enter Watch.] Thy lips are warm! 1 Watch.-. there.--O happy dagger! [Snatching Romeo's dagger. [Falls on Romeo's body and dies. and let me die.-. with the Page of Paris. This is the place. there rest.] This is thy sheath [stabs herself]. The ground is bloody. [Re-enter some of the Watch with Balthasar. tell the prince. Who here hath lain this two days buried.Raise up the Montagues.-. noise?--Then I'll be brief. warm.] We see the ground whereon these woes do lie. 1 Watch.--run to the Capulets.

here lies the County Paris slain. Here is a friar.-. toward our monument. and others.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 103 2 Watch. and all run. That calls our person from our morning's rest? [Enter Capulet.] Capulet. and some Paris. Prince. Here is a friar. we found him in the churchyard. 1 Watch.--for. 1 Watch. The people in the street cry Romeo. that they so shriek abroad? Lady Capulet. Capulet. What misadventure is so early up.] Prince. Here's Romeo's man. dead before.] 3 Watch.And . What fear is this which startles in our ears? 1 Watch. O heaven!--O wife. And Romeo dead. Lady Capulet. 1 Watch. and Juliet. With instruments upon them fit to open These dead men's tombs. Some Juliet. Search. With open outcry. Prince. Hold him in safety till the prince come hither. his house Is empty on the back of Montague. Sovereign. Warm and new kill'd. lo. and weeps: We took this mattock and this spade from him As he was coming from this churchyard side. and slaughter'd Romeo's man. seek. look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista'en. sighs. [Re-enter others of the Watch with Friar Lawrence. that trembles. A great suspicion: stay the friar too. [Enter the Prince and Attendants. What should it be. and know how this foul murder comes.

Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while. [Enter Montague and others. And here I stand. You. Till we can clear these ambiguities. my liege. able to do least. I am the greatest.Bring forth the parties of suspicion. To press before thy father to a grave? Prince. O thou untaught! what manners is in this. Friar. Montague. Alas. And let mischance be slave to patience. Look. For whom.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 104 it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom! Lady Capulet. Romeo. for thou art early up. To see thy son and heir more early down. their true descent. and their stol'n marriage day Was Tybalt's doomsday. my wife is dead to-night. that Romeo's faithful wife: I married them. Come. Then say at once what thou dost know in this. and not for Tybalt. Prince. Yet most suspected. and thou shalt see. there dead. was husband to that Juliet. Montague. Friar. their head. And then will I be general of your woes.] Prince. And lead you even to death: meantime forbear. And know their spring. Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: What further woe conspires against mine age? Prince. Montague. And she.-. there dead. whose untimely death Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this city. as the time and place Doth make against me. of this direful murder. O me! this sight of death is as a bell That warns my old age to a sepulchre. I will be brief. and would have married . to remove that siege of grief from her. Betroth'd. for my short date of breath Is not so long as is a tedious tale. Juliet pin'd. both to impeach and purge Myself condemned and myself excus'd.

Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this? Balthasar. to this same monument. which so took effect As I intended. would not go with me. and so I did: Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb.-.--I will look on it. Give me the letter.--some minute ere the time Of her awaking. And then I ran away to call the watch. what made your master in this place? Boy. A sleeping potion. Their course of love. as it seems. And then in post he came from Mantua To this same place.Sirrah. This letter doth make good the friar's words. And bid me stand aloof.-. going in the vault. Meaning to keep her closely at my cell Till I conveniently could send to Romeo: But when I came.--here untimely lay The noble Paris and true Romeo dead. To help to take her from her borrow'd grave. And with wild looks.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 105 her perforce. Friar John. and yesternight Return'd my letter back. All this I know. did violence on herself. the tidings of her death: And here he writes that he did buy a poison Of a . Then all alone At the prefixed hour of her waking Came I to take her from her kindred's vault. Was stay'd by accident. And she. Being the time the potion's force should cease. And threaten'd me with death. and I entreated her come forth And bear this work of heaven with patience: But then a noise did scare me from the tomb. and to the marriage Her nurse is privy: and if ought in this Miscarried by my fault. Then gave I her. so tutored by my art. Or in my cell there would she kill herself. Prince. Unto the rigour of severest law. And by-and-by my master drew on him. But he which bore my letter. some hour before his time. for it wrought on her The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo That he should hither come as this dire night. let my old life Be sacrific'd. Prince. She wakes. and left him there. If I departed not. This letter he early bid me give his father. bid me devise some means To rid her from this second marriage. too desperate. He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave. But.Where is the county's page that rais'd the watch?-. I brought my master news of Juliet's death. Prince. To County Paris:--then comes she to me. We still have known thee for a holy man.

-. For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie. Capulet. That while Verona by that name is known.] End of Project Gutenberg Etext of Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare PG has multiple editions of William Shakespeare's Complete Works Romeo and Juliet from http://manybooks. give me thy hand: This is my daughter's jointure.Information prepared by the Project Gutenberg legal advisor 106 poor 'pothecary. Go hence. for winking at your discords too. Have lost a brace of kinsmen:--all are punish'd. But I can give thee more: For I will raise her statue in pure gold. Montague. to have more talk of these sad things. That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! And I.-. and therewithal Came to this vault to die. and some punished. [Exeunt. A glooming peace this morning with it brings. Some shall be pardon'd.Where be these enemies?--Capulet.net/ .See what a scourge is laid upon your hate.--Montague. and lie with Juliet. for no more Can I demand. Poor sacrifices of our enmity! Prince. O brother Montague. Capulet. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. There shall no figure at such rate be set As that of true and faithful Juliet.

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