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if thou art moved. as they dare. Quarrel. Do you bite your thumb at us. but I bite my thumb. That shows thee a weak slave. Let us take the law of our sides. Therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall and thrust his maids to the wall. Nay. Greg. sir? No. Enter two other Servingmen [Abram and Balthasar]. if thou hadst. Ay. if they bear it. we'll draw. and let them take it as they list. Ay. and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh. for the weakest goes to the wall. No. Gregory. Take it in what sense thou wilt. Samp. Me they shall feel while I am able to stand. When I have fought with the men. am for you. Therefore. 'Tis all one. I fear thee! Samp. sir. marry. But if you do. I do bite my thumb.I will cut off their heads. Samp. Do you bite your thumb at us. Samp. Fear me not. But thou art not quickly moved to strike. Greg. being moved. sir? Abr. . Samp. No. I strike quickly. Greg. I will frown as I pass by. I serve as good a man as you. an we be in choler. [aside to Gregory] Is the law of our side if I say ay? Greg. I mean. To move is to stir. Greg. Abr. The quarrel is between our masters and us their men. A dog of the house of Montague moves me. Greg. I will be cruel with the maids.of Capulet. sir. thou runn'st away. I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's. Greg. Samp. Greg. Greg. They must take it in sense that feel it. [aside to Sampson] No. No. let them begin. Abr. 'Tis true. while you live. The heads of the maids? Samp. are ever thrust to the wall. My naked weapon is out. Greg. Samp. Greg. sir. we'll not carry coals. I will show myself a tyrant. draw your neck out of collar. Samp. Samp. Greg. and to be valiant is to stand. Samp. Greg. and therefore women. A dog of that house shall move me to stand. sir. sir. 'Tis well thou art not fish. or their maidenheads. on my word. I will bite my thumb at them. the heads of the maids. Samp. sir. sir? Samp. Do you quarrel. I do not bite my thumb at you. sir? Samp. for then we should be colliers. Samp. How? turn thy back and run? Samp. which is disgrace to them. Greg. Draw thy tool! Here comes two of the house of Montagues. thou hadst been poor-John. Samp. Quarrel! I will back thee. being the weaker vessels.
Abr. No better. Samp. Well, sir. Enter Benvolio. Greg. [aside to Sampson] Say 'better.' Here comes one of my master's kinsmen. Samp. Yes, better, sir. Abr. You lie. Samp. Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow. They fight. Ben. Part, fools! [Beats down their swords.] Put up your swords. You know not what you do. Enter Tybalt. Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee Benvolio! look upon thy death. Ben. I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me. Tyb. What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee. Have at thee, coward! They fight. Enter an officer, and three or four Citizens with clubs or partisans. Officer. Clubs, bills, and partisans! Strike! beat them down! Citizens. Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues! Enter Old Capulet in his gown, and his Wife. Cap. What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho! Wife. A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword? Cap. My sword, I say! Old Montague is come And flourishes his blade in spite of me. Enter Old Montague and his Wife. Mon. Thou villain Capulet!- Hold me not, let me go. M. Wife. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe. Enter Prince Escalus, with his Train. Prince. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour-stained steelWill they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage With purple fountains issuing from your veins! On pain of torture, from those bloody hands Throw your mistempered weapons to the ground And hear the sentence of your moved prince. Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets And made Verona's ancient citizens Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments To wield old partisans, in hands as old, Cank'red with peace, to part your cank'red hate. If ever you disturb our streets again,
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. For this time all the rest depart away. You, Capulet, shall go along with me; And, Montague, come you this afternoon, To know our farther pleasure in this case, To old Freetown, our common judgment place. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. Exeunt [all but Montague, his Wife, and Benvolio]. Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Speak, nephew, were you by when it began? Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary And yours, close fighting ere I did approach. I drew to part them. In the instant came The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar'd; Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, He swung about his head and cut the winds, Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scorn. While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, Came more and more, and fought on part and part, Till the Prince came, who parted either part. M. Wife. O, where is Romeo? Saw you him to-day? Right glad I am he was not at this fray. Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the East, A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad; Where, underneath the grove of sycamore That westward rooteth from the city's side, So early walking did I see your son. Towards him I made; but he was ware of me And stole into the covert of the wood. I- measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary selfPursu'd my humour, not Pursuing his, And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me. Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen, With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs; But all so soon as the all-cheering sun Should in the farthest East bean to draw The shady curtains from Aurora's bed, Away from light steals home my heavy son And private in his chamber pens himself, Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight And makes himself an artificial night. Black and portentous must this humour prove Unless good counsel may the cause remove. Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause? Mon. I neither know it nor can learn of him Ben. Have you importun'd him by any means? Mon. Both by myself and many other friend; But he, his own affections' counsellor, Is to himself- I will not say how trueBut to himself so secret and so close, So far from sounding and discovery, As is the bud bit with an envious worm Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, We would as willingly give cure as know.
Enter Romeo. Ben. See, where he comes. So please you step aside, I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. Mon. I would thou wert so happy by thy stay To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away, Exeunt [Montague and Wife]. Ben. Good morrow, cousin. Rom. Is the day so young? Ben. But new struck nine. Rom. Ay me! sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast? Ben. It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Rom. Not having that which having makes them short. Ben. In love? Rom. OutBen. Of love? Rom. Out of her favour where I am in love. Ben. Alas that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! Rom. Alas that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will! Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Here's much to do with hate, but more with love. Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O anything, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is This love feel I, that feel no love in this. Dost thou not laugh? Ben. No, coz, I rather weep. Rom. Good heart, at what? Ben. At thy good heart's oppression. Rom. Why, such is love's transgression. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest With more of thine. This love that thou hast shown Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. Farewell, my coz. Ben. Soft! I will go along. An if you leave me so, you do me wrong. Rom. Tut! I have lost myself; I am not here: This is not Romeo, he's some other where. Ben. Tell me in sadness, who is that you love? Rom. What, shall I groan and tell thee? Ben. Groan? Why, no; But sadly tell me who. Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will. Ah, word ill urg'd to one that is so ill! In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. Ben. I aim'd so near when I suppos'd you lov'd.
Thou canst not teach me to forget. What doth her beauty serve but as a note Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair? Farewell. starv'd with her severity. Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste? Rom. Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold. Well. or else die in debt. Of honourable reckoning are you both. I'll pay that doctrine. Par. A right fair mark. Cap. And pity 'tis you liv'd at odds so long. fair coz. Rom. Examine other beauties. But woo her. For men so old as we to keep the peace. But now. Be rul'd by me: forget to think of her. These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows. Ben. teach me how I should forget to think! Ben. in strong proof of chastity well arm'd. Being black puts us in mind they hide the fair. County Paris. Par. Let two more summers wither in their pride Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Exeunt. get her heart. To merit bliss by making me despair. She hath. She hath not seen the change of fourteen years. too wise. my lord. My will to her consent is but a part. But Montague is bound as well as I. She hath Dian's wit. when she dies. wisely too fair. 'Tis the way To call hers (exquisite) in question more. gentle Paris. She'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow. . From Love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. Rom. Younger than she are happy mothers made. A right good markman! And she's fair I love. and 'tis not hard. Enter Capulet. The earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she. Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before: My child is yet a stranger in the world. I think. A Street. Rom. She is the hopeful lady of my earth. only poor That. Show me a mistress that is passing fair. and in that vow Do I live dead that live to tell it now. By giving liberty unto thine eyes. She hath forsworn to love. In penalty alike. she's rich in beauty. what say you to my suit? Cap. Ben. For beauty. is soonest hit. Ben. Ben. And too soon marr'd are those so early made. Scene II. And. in that hit you miss.Rom. She is too fair. Nor bide th' encounter of assailing eyes. Cuts beauty off from all posterity. with beauty dies her store. O. She will not stay the siege of loving terms. and [Servant] -the Clown. and in that sparing makes huge waste. He that is strucken blind cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost. O.
Romeo. Which. the fisher with his pencil and the painter with his nets. My house and welcome on their pleasure stayExeunt [Capulet and Paris]. one fire burns out another's burning. mine own fortune in my misery. I can read. But I pray. on more view of many. Rom. County Anselmo and his beauteous sisters. can you read? Rom. Serv. God gi' go-den. but bound more than a madman is. One more. man. And like her most whose merit most shall be. Serv. Serv. One pain is lessoned by another's anguish. and to them say. giving him a paper] Go. Serv. I pray thee? Rom. Tut. and you among the store. This night I hold an old accustom'd feast. fellow. May stand in number. art thou mad? Rom. 'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters. For what. He reads. Shut up in Prison. though in reck'ning none. mine. At my poor house look to behold this night Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light. Signior Placentio and His lovely nieces. within her scope of choice Lies my consent and fair according voice. Turn giddy. makes my number more. Ye say honestly. Such as I love.An she agree. [To Servant. Your plantain leaf is excellent for that. One desperate grief cures with another's languish. I must to the learned. Ben. I pray. most welcome. can you read anything you see? Rom. Whereto I have invited many a guest. Come. sir. Ay. . being one. Take thou some new infection to thy eye. If I know the letters and the language. Why. For your broken shin. go with me. Ay. Ben. The lady widow of Vitruvio. Whipp'd and tormented and. Stay. Perhaps you have learned it without book. Ben. find those persons out Whose names are written there. all see.God-den. Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well apparell'd April on the heel Of limping Winter treads. even such delight Among fresh female buds shall you this night Inherit at my house. kept without my food. sirrah. good fellow. but I am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ. 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. and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. And the rank poison of the old will die. Rest you merry! Rom. and be holp by backward turning. Hear all. Not mad. In good time! Enter Benvolio and Romeo. trudge about Through fair Verona.
] Scene III. Nurse. by my maidenhead at twelve year old. no such sight to be shown. and Nurse. Now. When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood. With all the admired beauties of Verona. Rom. and with unattainted eye Compare her face with some that I shall show. Whither should they come? Serv. Your mother. My master is the great rich Capulet. I pray come and crush a cup of wine. Ben. What. give leave awhile. none else being by. Whose house? Serv. And she shall scant show well that now seems best. I'll go along. Jul.] A fair assembly.Mercutio and his brother Valentine. I am here. his wife. could never die. This is the matter. Indeed I should have ask'd you that before. Serv. Rom. And these. Mine uncle Capulet. Lucio and the lively Helena. Ben. [Exeunt. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov'st. What is your will? Wife. Tut! you saw her fair. I bade her come. then turn tears to fires. To supper.' [Gives back the paper. Transparent heretics. My fair niece Rosaline and Livia. be burnt for liars! One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun. Go thither. Now I'll tell you without asking. and if you be not of the house of Montagues. Wife. Jul. Nurse. . to our house. Rom. My master's. Signior Valentio and His cousin Tybalt. Herself pois'd with herself in either eye. Madam. lamb! what ladybird! God forbid! Where's this girl? What. often drown'd. Juliet! Enter Juliet. who. How now? Who calls? Nurse. Rom. 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. where's my daughter? Call her forth to me. Whither? Serv. Rest you merry! Exit. Capulet's house. But to rejoice in splendour of my own. and daughters.Nurse. Rom. Enter Capulet's Wife. Up. And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
On Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen. She was too good for me. I remember it well. I'll lay fourteen of my teethAnd yet. pretty fool. She's not fourteen.' And yet. An I might live to see thee married once. How stands your disposition to be married? Jul. of all days in the year. quoth the dovehouse! 'Twas no need. I have but fourShe is not fourteen. For I had then laid wormwood to my dug. an I should live a thousand yeas. Wife. I warrant. A fortnight and odd days. by my holidam. Nurse. And. and said 'Ay. nurse. Susan is with God. I have my wish. To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug! Shake. and it cried bitterly. and said 'Ay. nay. Jule?' and. Peace. Wife.' quoth my husband. She could have run and waddled all about. To bid me trudge. marry. I can tell her age unto an hour. Of all the days of the year. And since that time it is eleven years. Even or odd. Nurse. The pretty wretch left crying. 'Yea. Jule?' It stinted. But. Marry. . Nurse. 'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years. I pray thee. Enough of this. I do bear a brain. Well. Yet I cannot choose but laugh To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay. I trow. And she was wean'd (I never shall forget it). by th' rood. For then she could stand high-lone. it bad upon it brow A bump as big as a young cock'rel's stone.' Wife. A perilous knock. 'Yea.' Jul. Sitting in the sun under the dovehouse wall. Wilt thou not.We must talk in secret. Nurse. Tell me. Come Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen. But. and said 'Ay. 'Wilt thou not. she broke her brow. How long is it now To Lammastide? Wife. Nurse. God mark thee to his grace! Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd. Faith. And then my husband (God be with his soul! 'A was a merry man) took up the child. pretty fool. My lord and you were then at Mantua. When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple Of my dug and felt it bitter. 'dost thou fall upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit. Jule?' quoth he. upon that day. Yes. thou's hear our counsel. It is an honour that I dream not of. I have done. Susan and she (God rest all Christian souls!) Were of an age. That shall she. 'fall'st upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age. Thou knowest my daughter's of a pretty age. Nurse. I have rememb'red me. that 'marry' is the very theme I came to talk of. madam.' quoth he. as I said. And stint thou too. as I said. daughter Juliet. For even the day before. Wilt thou not. I never should forget it. say I.' To see now how a jest shall come about! I warrant. Nay. to my teen be it spoken. it stinted. I pray thee hold thy peace. come back again.
And what obscur'd in this fair volume lies Find written in the margent of his eyes. such a man As all the world. And see how one another lends content. We follow thee. ladies of esteem. . What. Rom. What say you? Can you love the gentleman? This night you shall behold him at our feast. Exeunt. shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without apology? Ben. I'll look to like.Nurse. Nurse. Wife. Nurse. Examine every married lineament. Wife. Here in Verona. the County stays. if looking liking move. Enter Servingman. Wife. my young lady ask'd for. Nurse. in faith. can you like of Paris' love? Jul. We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf. I was your mother much upon these years That you are now a maid. Nay.why he's a man of wax. Thus then in brief: The valiant Paris seeks you for his love. Enter Romeo. Benvolio. supper serv'd up. Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath. the nurse curs'd in the pantry. Well. I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat. But no more deep will I endart mine eye Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. Serv. No less? Nay. girl. Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face. and everything in extremity. Speak briefly. A man.a very flower. The date is out of such prolixity. That in gold clasps locks in the golden story. and 'tis much pride For fair without the fair within to hide. So shall you share all that he doth possess. Exit [Servingman]. bigger! Women grow by men Wife. you call'd. Nurse. the guests are come. And find delight writ there with beauty's pen. seek happy nights to happy days. this unbound lover. he's a flower. I beseech you follow straight. A street. That book in many's eyes doth share the glory. Wife. This precious book of love. Mercutio. By having him making yourself no less. Go. Are made already mothers. Madam. By my count. Younger than you. Verona's summer hath not such a flower. The fish lives in the sea. with five or six other Maskers. young lady! lady. I must hence to wait. think of marriage now. Torchbearers. An honour? Were not I thine only nurse. Scene IV. Juliet. To beautify him only lacks a cover.
I will bear the light. Mer. the constable's own word! If thou art Dun. Take our good meaning. Why. Too rude. I am too sore enpierced with his shaft To soar with his light feathers. Well. wherein thou stick'st Up to the ears. She is the fairies' midwife. Is love a tender thing? It is too rough. O. believe me. The game was ne'er so fair. of the smallest spider's web. But 'tis no wit to go. Rom. Come. Prick love for pricking. Rom. I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move. Mer. while they do dream things true. Mer. Her traces. be rough with love. Borrow Cupid's wings And soar with them above a common bound. We'll measure them a measure. and so bound I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe. Being but heavy. I dreamt a dream to-night. Not I. let them measure us by what they will. then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. Rom. But. Give me a case to put my visage in. faintly spoke After the prompter. Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep. Tut! dun's the mouse. If love be rough with you. The cover. knock and enter. And so did I. Nay. Rom. what was yours? Mer. Mer. and I am done. Nay. In bed asleep. Rom. and it pricks like thorn. that's not so. in delay We waste our lights in vain. should you burthen loveToo great oppression for a tender thing. Give me a torch. in going to this masque. You have dancing shoes With nimble soles. I'll be a candle-holder and look on. That dreamers often lie. A torch for me! Let wantons light of heart Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels. we must have you dance. Ben. You are a lover. And. I mean. and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman. to sink in it. sir. may one ask? Rom. and you beat love down. Mer. Come. Nor no without-book prologue. Mer. A visor for a visor! What care I What curious eye doth quote deformities? Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me. we burn daylight. of the wings of grasshoppers. and no sooner in But every man betake him to his legs. and be gone. gentle Romeo. Mer. For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase. Mer. Mer. too boist'rous. Rom. like lamps by day. Under love's heavy burthen do I sink. . Rom. for our judgment sits Five times in that ere once in our five wits. ho! Rom. And we mean well.Scaring the ladies like a crowkeeper. for our entrance. Rom. we'll draw thee from the mire Of this sir-reverence love. I am not for this ambling. Her wagon spokes made of long spinners' legs.
when maids lie on their backs. O'er courtiers' knees. and we shall come too late. True. peace. hairs. And being thus frighted. Mer. Begot of nothing but vain fantasy. of cricket's bone. of the moonshine's wat'ry beams. a small grey-coated gnat. Then dreams he of another benefice. [Exeunt. And then dreams he of smelling out a suit. Which is as thin of substance as the air. Of healths five fadom deep. Which once untangled much misfortune bodes This is the hag. Peace. And in this state she 'gallops night by night Through lovers' brains. This is sheRom. Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose. Her wagoner. They march about the stage. Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck. that dream on cursies straight. By some vile forfeit of untimely death. ambuscadoes. and then they dream of love. peace! Thou talk'st of nothing. Which are the children of an idle brain. for my mind misgives Some consequence. lusty gentlemen! Ben. Turning his face to the dew-dropping South. Ben. drum. Of breaches. And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats. being anger'd. I talk of dreams. O'er lawyers' fingers.] . of film.Her collars. at which he starts and wakes. And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep. puffs away from thence. I fear. Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And more inconstant than the wind. who straight on kisses dream. Mercutio. the lash. Spanish blades. who straight dream on fees. and then anon Drums in his ear. O'er ladies' lips. clos'd in my breast. Not half so big as a round little worm Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid. Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are. Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels and expire the term Of a despised life. Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub. Supper is done. Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues. Strike. swears a prayer or two And sleeps again. who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the North And. This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves. too early. That presses them and learns them first to bear. But he that hath the steerage of my course Direct my sail! On. This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish. yet hanging in the stars. Her chariot is an empty hazelnut. Rom. Making them women of good carriage. Her whip.
'Tis gone. save me a piece of marchpane and. Nay. His son is thirty. gentlemen! Come. gentlemen! Ladies that have their toes Unplagu'd with corns will have a bout with you. Ah ha. Cheerly. and they unwash'd too. man? 'Tis not so much. Cap. boys! Be brisk awhile. boy. and they dance. Rom. You are look'd for and call'd for. [to a Servingman] What lady's that. in the great chamber. Serv. Am I come near ye now? Welcome. 1. nay. musicians. Anthony. Some five-and-twenty years. Juliet. sit. his Wife.Scene V. 'Tis more. 3. Tybalt. [with Servants. sir. Cap. By'r Lady. that he helps not to take away? He shift a trencher! he scrape a trencher! 2. look to the plate. Welcome. More light. Exeunt. she doth teach the torches to burn bright! . We cannot be here and there too. the room is grown too hot. good cousin Capulet. 'tis not so much! 'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio. I know not. Music plays. Serv. Good thou. Will you tell me that? His son was but a ward two years ago. Enter. She I'll swear hath corns. thirty years. play. gentlemen! I have seen the day That I have worn a visor and could tell A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear. For you and I are past our dancing days. as thou loves me. 'tis more! His son is elder. Ah. and then we mask'd. 1. What. Cap. and Potpan! 2. and all the Guests and Gentlewomen to the Maskers. ready. let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.] Capulet. Serv. this unlook'd-for sport comes well. Rom. Come Pentecost as quickly as it will. Away with the join-stools. Such as would please. girls. Serv. Serv. you knaves! and turn the tables up. sit. Servingmen come forth with napkins. Serv. 1. Ay. 2. and the longer liver take all. which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight? Serv. 'tis a foul thing. my mistresses! which of you all Will now deny to dance? She that makes dainty. And quench the fire. Where's Potpan. Capulet's house. A hall. When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands. O. remove the court-cubbert. Cap. Cap. a hall! give room! and foot it. Enter the Maskers. sirrah. ask'd for and sought for. sir. 'tis gone! You are welcome. How long is't now since last yourself and I Were in a mask? 2. 'tis gone.
and holy palmers too? Exit.Cheerly.More light. Cap. make blessed my rude hand. An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast. Rom. Content thee. I will withdraw. I'll watch her place of stand And. the gentle fine is this: My lips. my hearts!. goodman boy? I say he shall. . Go to. For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch. Show a fair presence and put off these frowns. 'tis a shame. uncle. Go to! Am I the master here. Have not saints lips. should be a Montague. Cap. by the stock and honour of my kin. I know what. cover'd with an antic face. what!. Cap. kinsman? Wherefore storm you so? Tyb. What. gentle coz. our foe. Is't so. indeed? This trick may chance to scathe you. two blushing pilgrims. What. or you? Go to! You'll not endure him? God shall mend my soul! You'll make a mutiny among my guests! You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man! Tyb. or.Well said. Tyb. let him alone. boy. Jul. You must contrary me! Marry. Good pilgrim. Now seeming sweet. how now. Young Romeo is it? Tyb. touching hers. Verona brags of him To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth. convert to bitt'rest gall. Cap. go to! You are a saucy boy. more light!. but this intrusion shall. To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? Now. If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine. Cap. And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. 'Tis he. And.For shame! I'll make you quiet. 'tis time. Which mannerly devotion shows in this. that is hither come in spite To scorn at our solemnity this night.go! Be quiet. by his voice. It fits when such a villain is a guest. It is my will. This. for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. Why. Tyb.It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's earBeauty too rich for use. Therefore be patient. I'll not endure him. The measure done. take no note of him. He shall be endur'd. Why. I would not for the wealth of all this town Here in my house do him disparagement. this is a Montague. ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. you do wrong your hand too much. Uncle. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it. my hearts! Tyb.You are a princox. 'A bears him like a portly gentleman. to say truth. Fetch me my rapier. the which if thou respect. To strike him dead I hold it not a sin. sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. dares the slave Come hither. that villain Romeo. A villain. Rom.
Rom. lest faith turn to despair. You kiss by th' book. Madam.If he be married. Jul. And a good lady. Ben. Is it e'en so? Why then. that would not dance? Nurse. [Kisses her.. and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me That I must love a loathed enemy. it waxes late. One calls within. A rhyme I learnt even now Of one I danc'd withal. by my fay. the sport is at the best. Nurse. Then have my lips the sin that they have took. Her mother is the lady of the house. and a wise and virtuous. I tell you. Exeunt. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS . The only son of your great enemy. More torches here! [Exeunt Maskers. Jul. Saints do not move. I nurs'd her daughter that you talk'd withal. so I fear. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd! Give me my sin again. sirrah. grant thou. pilgrim. Nurse. What's he that follows there. 'Juliet. Go ask his name. We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.. let lips do what hands do! They pray. let's away. honest gentlemen. Jul. Away. then. Rom. sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown.] Jul. Nurse. I thank you. Marry. O. be gone. your mother craves a word with you. INC. though grant for prayers' sake. bachelor. Is she a Capulet? O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. dear saint. Jul.Jul. prepare not to be gone. What's he that now is going out of door? Nurse. Exeunt [all but Juliet and Nurse]. I thank you all. Ay. lips that they must use in pray'r. What is yond gentleman? Nurse. nurse. What is her mother? Nurse. that. Rom. I'll to my rest.] Jul. the more is my unrest. Rom. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY WITH PERMISSION. My only love. Marry. Anon. My grave is like to be my wedding bed.' Nurse. Rom. let's to bed. Ay. Then move not while my prayer's effect I take. Cap. Come hither. the strangers all are gone. Rom. I know not. he that can lay hold of her Shall have the chinks. Ah. Jul. I think. Good night. Jul. Nay.] Come on then. His name is Romeo. What's this? what's this? Jul. [Kisses her. and a Montague. gentlemen. <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. by thine my sin is purg'd. be young Petruchio. The son and heir of old Tiberio. Thus from my lips. anon! Come.
One nickname for her purblind son and heir. and I am satisfied! Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove'. Ben. and find thy centre out. Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word. But to his foe suppos'd he must complain.PERSONAL USE ONLY. good Mercutio. . and loves again. be moveth not. That fair for which love groan'd for and would die. He is wise. A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard. Call.] Enter Benvolio with Mercutio. her means much less To meet her new beloved anywhere. and leapt this orchard wall. The ape is dead. straight leg. ACT II. Speak but one rhyme. Exit. And she as much in love. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. Chor. By her high forehead and her scarlet lip. Rom. Romeo! my cousin Romeo! Romeo! Mer. Scene I. and quivering thigh. Young Adam Cupid. Mer. And the demesnes that there adjacent lie. Ben. Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie. hath stol'n him home to bed. he stirreth not. I'll conjure too. time means. He ran this way. he may not have access To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear. Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back. on my life. dull earth. By her fine foot. [Climbs the wall and leaps down within it. Enter Romeo alone. And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks.>> PROLOGUE Enter Chorus. Being held a foe. Nay. Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet. he that shot so trim When King Cophetua lov'd the beggar maid! He heareth not. and I must conjure him. is now not fair. I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes. to meet. And. With tender Juliet match'd. Alike bewitched by the charm of looks. Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover! Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. Now Romeo is belov'd. But passion lends them power. And young affection gapes to be his heir.
'tis not to me she speaks. for 'tis in vain 'To seek him here that means not to be found. shall we go? Ben. Scene II. and kill the envious moon. That were some spite. good night. Enter Romeo. An if he hear thee. It is my lady. This cannot anger him. What of that? Her eye discourses. they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars As daylight doth a lamp. Now will he sit under a medlar tree And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit As maids call medlars when they laugh alone. This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep. Blind is his love and best befits the dark. O. do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. fair sun. he hath hid himself among these trees To be consorted with the humorous night. since she is envious. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O that I were a glove upon that hand. and Juliet is the sun! Arise. I will answer it. Enter Juliet above at a window. O. And none but fools do wear it. letting it there stand Till she had laid it and conjur'd it down. I'll to my truckle-bed. Exeunt. Mer. Her vestal livery is but sick and green. Be not her maid. What if her eyes were there. Go then. thou a pop'rin pear! Romeo.That in thy likeness thou appear to us! Ben. Rom. 'Twould anger him To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle Of some strange nature. her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. Mer. Cast it off. But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven. my invocation Is fair and honest: in his mistress' name. thou wilt anger him. Come. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. I am too bold. love cannot hit the mark. O that she were An open et cetera. Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou her maid art far more fair than she. Having some business. . Capulet's orchard. it is my love! O that she knew she were! She speaks. Ben. that she were. Romeo. I conjure only but to raise up him. yet she says nothing. If love be blind. Come.
speak again. Because it is an enemy to thee. and a Montague? Rom. though not a Montague. that dares love attempt. if either thee dislike. were he not Romeo call'd. O. thus bescreen'd in night. considering who thou art. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance. So stumblest on my counsel? Rom. . Thou art thyself. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy. Rom. Take all myself. Neither. What's Montague? it is nor hand. Alack. which is no part of thee. let them find me here. Call me but love. wanting of thy love. nor foot. Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. and I'll be new baptiz'd. And I am proof against their enmity. Art thou not Romeo. If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Jul. Henceforth I never will be Romeo. Jul. there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords! Look thou but sweet. And what love can do. [aside] Shall I hear more. And for that name. yet I know the sound. And I'll no longer be a Capulet. I take thee at thy word. By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am. Rom. By love. O. I would not for the world they saw thee here. Jul. Had I it written. and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb. As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring 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. is hateful to myself. She speaks. And the place death. if thou wilt not. fair saint. tell me. that first did prompt me to enquire. dear saint. Rom. And but thou love me. they will murther thee. or shall I speak at this? Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this place? Rom. nor face. be but sworn my love. Nor arm. bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night. I would tear the word. Jul. How cam'st thou hither. doff thy name. O Romeo. being o'er my head. My life were better ended by their hate Than death prorogued. Jul. With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls. If they do see thee.That I might touch that cheek! Jul. Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me. Jul. My name. I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight. So Romeo would. Rom. nor any other part Belonging to a man. Romeo. be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet. Jul. What man art thou that. Rom. Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or. For stony limits cannot hold love out. Ay me! Rom.
I gave thee mine before thou didst request it. What shall I swear by? Jul. which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens. I must confess. Rom. They say Jove laughs. But to be frank and give it thee again. I am no pilot. Which the dark night hath so discovered. do not swear. I hear some noise within. Or if thou wilt. My bounty is as boundless as the sea. gentleman. If my heart's dear loveJul. I know thou wilt say 'Ay'. too sudden. Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. th' inconstant moon. good night! This bud of love. not for the world. by summer's ripening breath. I would adventure for such merchandise. Too like the lightning. And yet I would it were to give again. Good night. Anon. But trust me. good night! As sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast! Rom. Although I joy in thee. My true-love passion. pronounce it faithfully. fain deny What I have spoke. I should have been more strange. And therefore thou mayst think my haviour light. I'll frown. Rom. fair Montague. Rom. too unadvis'd. ere I was ware. And I'll believe thee. So thou wilt woo. That tips with silver all these fruit-tree topsJul. I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange. by yonder blessed moon I swear. And yet I wish but for the thing I have. My love as deep. I am too fond. Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Well. O. good nurse! Sweet Montague. Thou mayst prove false. the more I give to thee. Rom. Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won. swear not by the moon. but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me. Th' exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. yet. O gentle Romeo. swear by thy gracious self. And I will take thy word. adieu! [Nurse] calls within. but else. wert thou as far As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea. At lovers' perjuries. and I lent him eyes. Would'st thou withdraw it? For what purpose. Do not swear at all. And not impute this yielding to light love. O. May prove a beauteous flow'r when next we meet. Jul. But that thou overheard'st. and be perverse. I have no joy of this contract to-night. wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? Jul. . If thou dost love. Lady. The more I have. Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face.fain.He lent me counsel. for both are infinite. love? Jul. Yet. It is too rash. In truth. and say thee nay. Dear love. be true. Therefore pardon me. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night? Rom. if thou swear'st. That monthly changes in her circled orb. Jul. Fain would I dwell on form.' Sweet. Which is the god of my idolatry.
O blessed. (within) Madam! Jul.To cease thy suit and leave me to my grief. I do beseech theeNurse. Jul. (within) Madam! Jul. dear Romeo. Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves. Enter Juliet again. Nurse. Rom. Jul. Jul. anon. And I'll still stay. Romeo! Rom. so would I. I would I were thy bird. Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. But love from love. Thy purpose marriage. blessed night! I am afeard. 'Tis almost morning. [Exit. send me word to-morrow. My dear? Jul. I will not fail. Rom. Being in night. Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite. Romeo! Rom. Like softest music to attending ears! Jul. . Jul. I have forgot why I did call thee back. I would have thee goneAnd yet no farther than a wanton's bird. I come. So thrive my soulJul. A thousand times good night! Exit.] Jul. At what o'clock to-morrow Shall I send to thee? Rom. Forgetting any other home but this. So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom. towards school 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. Rom. A thousand times the worse. Rom. I shall forget. all this is but a dream. Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies. Three words. How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night. to have thee still stand there. By the hour of nine. Hist! Romeo.. By one that I'll procure to come to thee. And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay And follow thee my lord throughout the world. Sweet.Stay but a little. Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. That lets it hop a little from her hand. If that thy bent of love be honourable. Rom. 'Tis twenty years till then. to have thee still forget. It is my soul that calls upon my name. I will come again. Enter Juliet above. And with a silk thread plucks it back again. to want thy light! Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books. To-morrow will I send. Jul. Let me stand here till thou remember it. and good night indeed. And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine With repetition of my Romeo's name. Rememb'ring how I love thy company. [above].But if thou meanest not well. By-and-by I come.
Friar Laurence's cell. Benedicite! What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son. stones. Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. Non.] Rom. But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs. Revolts from true birth. so sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell. And vice sometime's by action dignified. mickle is the powerful grace that lies In plants. ere the sun advance his burning eye The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry. What is her burying gave. being misapplied. peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night.Good night. For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give. Two such opposed kings encamp them still In man as well as herbs. Being tasted. there golden sleep doth reign. Many for many virtues excellent. stumbling on abuse. And where the worser is predominant. herbs. And from her womb children of divers kind We sucking on her natural bosom find. [Exit. Virtue itself turns vice. good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow. [Laurence] alone. Nor aught so good but. None but for some. Therefore thy earliness doth me assure . For this. strain'd from that fair use. it argues a distempered head So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed. His help to crave and my dear hap to tell. Friar. and medicine power. O. Rom. with that part cheers each part. Good morrow. The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb. Check'ring the Eastern clouds with streaks of light. with a basket. Exit Scene III. Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye. Within the infant rind of this small flower Poison hath residence. father. that is her womb. Enter Friar. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes. And where care lodges sleep will never lie. Enter Romeo. I must up-fill this osier cage of ours With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers. slays all senses with the heart. and yet all different. And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels.grace and rude will. Friar. and their true qualities. That I shall say good night till it be morrow. being smelt.
here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet. My intercession likewise steads my foe. O. Rom. I have forgot that name. I'll tell thee ere thou ask it me again. Rom. That last is true-the sweeter rest was mine. Rom. Rom. that thou didst love so dear. When. blessed man. Friar. for. As mine on hers. Wisely. O. Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline. Both our remedies Within thy help and holy physic lies. God pardon sin! Wast thou with Rosaline? Rom. And all combin'd. and how We met. she knew well Thy love did read by rote. then here I hit it rightOur Romeo hath not been in bed to-night. save what thou must combine By holy marriage. If e'er thou wast thyself. come go with me. Lo. They stumble that run fast. my ghostly father? No. To season love. I bear no hatred. that could not spell. young waverer. But come. Jesu Maria! What a deal of brine Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! How much salt water thrown away in waste. She whom I love now Doth grace for grace and love for love allow. and made exchange of vow. and that name's woe. Rom. we woo'd. I have been feasting with mine enemy. and where. Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet. The other did not so. Exeunt. but in their eyes. Where on a sudden one hath wounded me That's by me wounded. so hers is set on mine. . Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline. let us hence! I stand on sudden haste. Be plain. That's my good son! But where hast thou been then? Rom. That thou consent to marry us to-day. And bad'st me bury love. For doting. Friar. but this I pray. Rom. Thy old groans ring yet in mine ancient ears. and these woes thine.Thou art uprous'd with some distemp'rature. Friar. So soon forsaken? Young men's love then lies Not truly in their hearts. For this alliance may so happy prove To turn your households' rancour to pure love. another out to have. Or if not so. I'll tell thee as we pass. and homely in thy drift Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. Friar. Friar. Friar. In one respect I'll thy assistant be. I pray thee chide not. lo. and slow. not for loving. Holy Saint Francis! What a change is here! Is Rosaline. that of it doth not taste! The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears. good son. Friar. With Rosaline. And art thou chang'd? Pronounce this sentence then: Women may fall when there's no strength in men. Not in a grave To lay one in. Friar. pupil mine.
that we should be thus afflicted with these strange flies. Nay. that same pale hard-hearted wench. Mer. on my life. Mer. O flesh. and is he a man to encounter Tybalt? Ben. lisping. he's the courageous captain of compliments. two. Dido a dowdy. these pardona-mi's. distance. Cleopatra a gypsy. the kinsman to old Capulet. More than Prince of Cats. and the third in your bosom! the very butcher of a silk button. the immortal passado! the punto reverse! the hay. and proportion. bon jour! There's a French . Here comes Romeo! here comes Romeo! Mer. what is Tybalt? Mer. she had a better love to berhyme her). like a dried herring. Alas. The what? Mer. a duellist! a gentleman of the very first house. Where the devil should this Romeo be? Came he not home to-night? Ben. affecting fantasticoesthese new tuners of accent! 'By Jesu. how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in. Mer. their bones.Scene IV. how he dares. Why. Signior Romeo. Hath sent a letter to his father's house. Ben. Torments him so that he will sure run mad. poor Romeo. to his lady. Laura. Ben. grandsir. who stand so much on the new form that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench? O. being dared. Without his roe. I spoke with his man. This be a gray eye or so. He fights as you sing pricksong-keeps time. these fashion-mongers. The pox of such antic. Romeo will answer it. rests me his minim rest. Ah. Ben. shot through the ear with a love song. A challenge. Tybalt. that Rosaline. Mer. one. flesh. but not to the purpose. Enter Benvolio and Mercutio. A street. Ben. Ben. the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft. Not to his father's. Mer. Helen and Hero hildings and harlots. of the first and second cause. is not this a lamentable thing. Why. was but a kitchen wench (marry. O. he will answer the letter's master. Any man that can write may answer a letter. I can tell you. a duellist. their bones! Enter Romeo. a very good blade! a very tall man! a very good whore!' Why. he is already dead! stabb'd with a white wench's black eye.
Stop there. now art thou what thou art. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair. Come between us. Pardon. such a case as yours constrains a man to bow in the hams. Rom. Rom. proves thee far and wide a broad goose. solely singular. Was I with you there for the goose? Rom. is not this better now than groaning for love? Now art thou sociable. The slip. Rom. Rom. Mer. Why. that. thou art deceiv'd! I would have made it short. Right. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting. by art as well as by nature. here's a wit of cheveril. Mer. Mer. Mer. Mer. good goose. it is a most sharp sauce. Rom. good Mercutio. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. Meaning. and meant indeed to occupy the argument no longer. Rom. I have in my whole five. Mer. Mer. when the single sole of it is worn. for I was come to the whole depth of my tale. And is it not. Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large. Nay. Well said! Follow me this jest now till thou hast worn out thy pump. Swits and spurs. Nay. the jest may remain. What counterfeit did I give you? Mer. bite not! Mer. Thou hast most kindly hit it. that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad! Rom. O single-sold jest. for thou hast more of the wild goose in one of thy wits than. after the wearing. Can you not conceive? Rom. if our wits run the wild-goose chase. well serv'd in to a sweet goose? Mer. Rom. and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy. My business was great. Why. Mer. good Benvolio! My wits faint. Pink for flower. I am the very pink of courtesy. Thou wast never with me for anything when thou wast not there for the goose. I am sure. Rom. A most courteous exposition. then. Ben. Rom. Nay.' which. solely singular for the singleness! Mer. Good morrow to you both. Ben. Mer. O. I am done. then is my pump well-flower'd. added to the goose. Here's goodly gear! . I stretch it out for that word 'broad. stop there! Mer. swits and spurs! or I'll cry a match. now art thou Romeo. That's as much as to say. to cursy. You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night. Rom. the slip. sir. For this drivelling love is like a great natural that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole. O.salutation to your French slop.
Exeunt Mercutio. An 'a speak anything against me. that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent He walks by them and sings. Anon. lady. God ye good morrow. an 'a . a bawd. Nurse. By my troth. lady. Peter! Peter. unless a hare. sir. You say well. Sir. Peter. Farewell. can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo? Rom. No hare. Nurse. [sings] lady. Ben. Mer. will you come to your father's? We'll to dinner thither. sir. I can tell you. gentlewoman. I tell ye. Nurse. a sail! Ben.Enter Nurse and her Man [Peter]. Rom. If you be he. nurse. i' faith! wisely. Nurse. Good Peter. Nurse. Nurse. Mer. it is well said. what saucy merchant was this that was so full of his ropery? Rom. I will follow you. that God hath made for himself to mar. A gentleman. gentlemen. 'For himself to mar. She will endite him to some supper. Mer. But a hare that is hoar Is too much for a score When it hoars ere it be spent. for her fan's the fairer face of the two. I'll take him down. What hast thou found? Mer.' quoth 'a? Gentlemen. to hide her face. Mer. An old hare hoar. Nurse. farewell! I Pray you. Mer. God ye good-den. Nurse. Romeo. Yea. I desire some confidence with you. Farewell. 'Tis no less. wisely. a bawd! So ho! Rom. And an old hare hoar. but young Romeo will be older when you have found him than he was when you sought him. sir. Mer. ancient lady. in a lenten pie. for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon. Is it good-den? Mer. is the worst well? Very well took. Benvolio. Nurse. One. for fault of a worse. that loves to hear himself talk and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month. Two. A sail. fair gentlewoman. Out upon you! What a man are you! Rom. Nurse. Is very good meat in Lent. A bawd. I am the youngest of that name. Marry. two! a shirt and a smock. My fan.
Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing. Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you. and the law on my side. that you do protest. a very toad. I saw no man use you at his pleasure. Nurse. had as lieve see a toad.O. I'll find those that shall. sir. sir. sir. No. but first let me tell ye. is a gentlemanlike offer. and. that would fain lay knife aboard. and twenty such jacks. afore God. Two may keep counsel. Commend me to thy mistress. I warrant you. Within this hour my man shall be with thee And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair. Nurse. I am none of his skains-mates. but she. Well. Now. there is a nobleman in town. I will keep to myself. commend me to thy lady and mistress. Nurse. and I'll quit thy pains. Nurse. If I had. Good heart. Rom. What wilt thou tell her. Which to the high topgallant of my joy Must be my convoy in the secret night. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills. my young lady bid me enquire you out. What say'st thou. which. behind the abbey wall. for the gentlewoman is young. I warrant thee my man's as true as steel. sir. Farewell. and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure! Peter. What she bid me say. Go to! I say you shall. it were a very gross kind of behaviour. as see him. And thou must stand by too. Lord! she will be a joyful woman. Lord. good soul. Rom. a word. I am so vexed that every part about me quivers. Lord. putting one away? Rom.were lustier than he is. and I faith I will tell her as much. And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell Be shriv'd and married. my mistress is the sweetest lady. I will tell her. Be trusty. Farewell. and therefore. as they say. And stay. Nurse. as I told you. Rom. she shall be there. This afternoon. Bid her devise Some means to come to shrift this afternoon. Here is for thy pains. truly. good nurse. Rom. Nurse. Nurse. and very weak dealing. I anger . Rom. as I take it. sir. not a penny. I protest unto theeNurse. if I see occasion in a good quarrel. I dare draw as soon as another man. if ye should lead her into a fool's paradise. Rom. sir? Well. my dear nurse? Nurse. nurse? Thou dost not mark me. my weapon should quickly have been out. as they say. if you should deal double with her. and if I cannot. Scurvy knave! Pray you. one Paris. truly it were an ill thing to be off'red to any gentlewoman. Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say.
Nurse. Fie. O God. O. Nurse. when I say so. Nurse. good nurse. she comes! O honey nurse. If good. Perchance she cannot meet him. heavy and pale as lead. stay at the gate. Jul.] Peter! Peter. and apace. Enter Juliet. Now is the sun upon the highmost hill Of this day's journey. Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw Love. Commend me to thy lady. Good. and go before. and I thy news. Scene V. Nurse. of you and rosemary. Had she affections and warm youthful blood. And his to me. many feign as they were deadUnwieldy. I know it begins with some other letter. what news? Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away. and from nine till twelve Is three long hours. But old folks. what of that? Both with an R. That's not so. a thousand times. The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse. she looks as pale as any clout in the versal world. In half an hour she 'promis'd to return. [Exit Peter. Capulet's orchard. She would be as swift in motion as a ball. Exeunt. nurse. Peter. come. [Exit Romeo. yet she is not come. Peter. mocker! that's the dog's name. Now. Ah. she is lame! Love's heralds should be thoughts. R is for the. and tell her that Paris is the properer man. and she hath the prettiest sententious of it.O Lord.her sometimes. And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. take my fan. I pray thee speak. Nay. speak. that it would do you good to hear it. Anon. I would thou hadst my bones. I am aweary.] Jul. Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams Driving back shadows over low'ring hills. slow. Ay. . but I'll warrant you. good sweet nurse. yet tell them merrily. Rom. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter? Rom. Enter Nurse [and Peter]. Ay. why look'st thou sad? Though news be sad. thou shamest the music of sweet news By playing it to me with so sour a face. My words would bandy her to my sweet love. Nurse. give me leave awhile.No. how my bones ache! What a jaunce have I had! Jul.
Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell. not he. There stays a husband to make you a wife. hie you to the cell. but. I am sorry that thou art not well. and I'll stay the circumstance. what says my love? Nurse. To fetch a ladder. I have. Go. How art thou out of breath 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. and toil in your delight. Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest! 'Your love says. Your love says. Jesu. . you have made a simple choice.Where is your mother? Jul. like an honest gentleman. Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks: They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. my back. yet they are past compare. Here's such a coil! Come. and for a hand and a foot. my back! Beshrew your heart for sending me about To catch my death with jauncing up and down! Jul. Though his face be better than any man's. Romeo? No.Nurse. and a handsome. what haste! Can you not stay awhile? Do you not see that I am out of breath? Jul. as gentle as a lamb. Where is my mother? Why. Sweet nurse. What says he of our marriage? What of that? Nurse. Well. Is this the poultice for my aching bones? Henceforward do your messages yourself. by the which your love Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark. is't good or bad? Nurse. and a body. a virtuous. Jul. I'll warrant him. Let me be satisfied. "Where is your mother?"' Nurse. and a kind. have you din'd at home? Jul. yet his leg excels all men's. O God's Lady dear! Are you so hot? Marry come up. what says Romeo? Nurse. wench. I must another way. Go thy ways. Is thy news good or bad? Answer to that. Jul.ah. farewell. tell me. she is within. But you shall bear the burthen soon at night. you know not how to choose a man. and a courteous. though they be not to be talk'd on. He is not the flower of courtesy. No. My back o' t' other side. Say either. like an honest gentleman. Lord. Sweet. Exeunt.. Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse. no. I trow. But all this did I know before. What. Nurse. serve God. sweet. Hie you to church. I'll to dinner. and. how my head aches! What a head have I! It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. I warrant. I am the drudge. I' faith. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? Jul.
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Tyb. an there were two such. we shall not scape a brawl. A public place. A word with one of you. Tyb. the Capulets abroad. Am I like such a fellow? Mer. Scene I. Ben. And what to? Mer. Thou hast quarrell'd with a man for coughing in the street. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art. Mer. and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling. good den. You shall find me apt enough to that. and Men. let's retire. for I will speak to them. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts. when indeed there is no need. an you will give me occasion. Ben. Gentlemen. Mer. having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes. with another for tying his new shoes with an old riband? And yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling! Ben. Mer. here come the Capulets. For now. By my heel. I care not. Thou art like one of these fellows that. Follow me close. Ben. Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter. Ben. I pray thee. for one would kill the other. and as soon moved to be moody. 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. and as soon moody to be moved. Thou! why. these hot days. . claps me his sword upon the table and says 'God send me no need of thee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws him on the drawer. Benvolio. any man should buy the fee simple of my life for an hour and a quarter. Nay. Come. And if we meet. good Mercutio.ACT III. make it a word and a blow. And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something. thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast. Mer. come. The day is hot. By my head. sir. The fee simple? O simple! Enter Tybalt and others. when he enters the confines of a tavern. is the mad blood stirring. Enter Mercutio. thou art as hot a jack in thy mood as any in Italy. because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. we should have none shortly.
Mercutio. sir. as you shall use me hereafter. Rom.] Rom. the reason that I have to love thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting.Mer. Here all eyes gaze on us. go before to field. will you walk? Tyb. Rom. What wouldst thou have with me? Mer.] Tybalt. O calm. Is he gone and hath nothing? Ben. Draw. and flies [with his Followers]. Or else depart. which name I tender As dearly as mine own. he'll be your follower! Your worship in that sense may call him man. beat down their weapons. Men's eyes were made to look. Here comes my man. and let them gaze. art thou hurt? . sir. look to hear nothing but discords. dost thou make us minstrels? An thou make minstrels of us. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher by the ears? Make haste. [Draws. your passado! [Draws. Either withdraw unto some private place And reason coldly of your grievances. Here's my fiddlestick. I do protest I never injur'd thee. Gentlemen. Could you not take some occasion without giving Tyb. Mer. Boy. Marry. Rom. Consort? What. Tyb. Benvolio. I will not budge for no man's pleasure. Mer. Tybalt! Good Mercutio! Tybalt under Romeo's arm thrusts Mercutio in. if he wear your livery. lest mine be about your ears ere it be out. I am hurt. Mer. Tyb. But I'll be hang'd. Mer. I see thou knowest me not. sir. A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. dishonourable. for shame! forbear this outrage! Tybalt. Enter Romeo. nothing but one of your nine lives. therefore turn and draw. and. this shall not excuse the injuries That thou hast done me. Romeo. Zounds. Gentle Mercutio. peace be with you. here's that shall make you dance. And so good Capulet. Tybalt. Tyb. We talk here in the public haunt of men. Come. What. Hold. Mer. But love thee better than thou canst devise Till thou shalt know the reason of my love. be satisfied. Therefore farewell. vile submission! Alla stoccata carries it away. you ratcatcher. the Prince expressly hath Forbid this bandying in Verona streets. Well. dry-beat the rest of the eight. Villain am I none. Tyb. I am for you.] [They fight. That I mean to make bold withal. Mercutio. put thy rapier up. Mer. Good King of Cats. the love I bear thee can afford No better term than this: thou art a villain. thou consortest with Romeo. consort! Ben.
Ay. I am fortune's fool! Ben. This shall determine that. I thought all for the best. [supported by Benvolio].Tybalt. Or I shall faint. man. Rom. Rom. And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now! Now. Mer. Rom.my reputation stain'd With Tybalt's slander. Thy beauty hath made me effeminate And in my temper soft'ned valour's steel Enter Benvolio. Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio? . away. Thou. Tyb. Your houses! [Exit. must go with him. a scratch. hath got this mortal hurt In my behalf. Tybalt falls. Courage. Rom. Ben. wretched boy. the Prince's near ally. [Exit Page. a dog. and Tybalt slain. that an hour Hath been my kinsman. Either thou or I. for this world. Ben. Marry. And soundly too. Mer. a scratch. a cat. fetch a surgeon. I have it. Staying for thine to keep him company. take the 'villain' back again That late thou gavest me. but 'tis enough. Hence. 'tis not so deep as a well.] Rom. This but begins the woe others must end. a rat. Stand not amaz'd. Benvolio. The hurt cannot be much. 'tis enough. O. Citizen. Alive in triumph. No. and you shall find me a grave man. Romeo. I warrant. The Prince will doom thee death If thou art taken. Ask for me to-morrow. that fights by the book of arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm. Ben. a rogue. O Romeo. villain. This day's black fate on moe days doth depend. ay. Where is my page? Go. to scratch a man to death! a braggart. away! Rom. Why dost thou stay? Exit Romeo. Enter Tybalt. Help me into some house. They fight. for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads. brave Mercutio's dead! That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds. Romeo. My very friend. 'twill serve. I am peppered. be gone! The citizens are up. Enter Citizens. Rom. O sweet Juliet.Mer. Tybalt. Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. be gone. This gentleman. that didst consort him here. a mouse. nor so wide as a church door. Shalt with him hence. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. and Mercutio slain? Away to heaven respective lenity. or both. A plague o' both your houses! Zounds. A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me. a villain.
and [others]. And for that offence Immediately we do exile him hence. Prince. or let Benvolio die.Tybalt. Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? Mon. their Wives. The life of Tybalt. Up. Romeo slew Tybalt. part!' and swifter than his tongue. Affection makes him false. must give. turns deadly point to point. Old Montague. And 'twixt them rushes. I can discover all The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl. This is the truth. Capulet. Enter Prince [attended]. brave Mercutio. O noble Prince. Prince. Romeo slew him. Prince. that spoke him fair. And. Where are the vile beginners of this fray? Ben. Cap. But by-and-by comes back to Romeo. friends! friends. for. Tybalt. did Romeo turn and fly. my cousin! O my brother's child! O Prince! O husband! O. Wife. with one hand beats Cold death aside and with the other sends It back to Tybalt. Benvolio. the blood is spill'd Of my dear kinsman! Prince. But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine That you shall all repent the loss of mine. For blood of ours shed blood of Montague.uttered With gentle breath. he speaks not true. and then Tybalt fled. who began this bloody fray? Ben. And to't they go like lightning. My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding. All this. slain by young Romeo. as thou art true. He is a kinsman to the Montague. which thou. Cap. I beg for justice. I charge thee in the Prince's name obey. with a martial scorn. Romeo. as he fell. whose dexterity Retorts it. knees humbly bow'dCould not take truce with the unruly spleen Of Tybalt deaf to peace. but that he tilts With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast. that murtherer. sir. go with me. here slain. Who. Citizen. bid him bethink How nice the quarrel was. Some twenty of them fought in this black strife. Not Romeo. he slew Mercutio. which way ran he? Ben. was stout Tybalt slain. Wife. I have an interest in your hate's proceeding. ere I Could draw to part them. Tybalt. Prince. . His fault concludes but what the law should end. There lies the man. cousin! Prince. And all those twenty could but kill one life. underneath whose arm An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life Of stout Mercutio. That slew thy kinsman. 'Hold. all as hot. Romeo must not live. Prince. and urg'd withal Your high displeasure. whom Romeo's hand did stay. he was Mercutio's friend. There lies that Tybalt. Romeo he cries aloud. His agile arm beats down their fatal points. O cousin. Who had but newly entertain'd revenge. calm look. And.
Come. O. Hood my unmann'd blood. and. that hour is his last.I will be deaf to pleading and excuses. all in black. But not possess'd it. Enter Juliet alone. Gallop apace. And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun. we are undone! Alack the day! he's gone. Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties. Ah. bating in my cheeks. with cords. And she brings news. That runaway eyes may wink. black-brow'd night. Therefore use none. Romeo. Ay. here comes my nurse. Towards Phoebus' lodging! Such a wagoner As Phaeton would whip you to the West And bring in cloudy night immediately. he's dead.] Jul. he's dead! . night. and Romeo Leap to these arms untalk'd of and unseen. Else. It best agrees with night. Take him and cut him out in little stars. come. Spread thy close curtain. gentle night. when he is found. he's kill'd. With thy black mantle till strange love. he's dead! We are undone. And learn me how to lose a winning match. For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back. Let Romeo hence in haste. I have bought the mansion of a love. what news? What hast thou there? the cords That Romeo bid thee fetch? Nurse. Jul. Not yet enjoy'd. [Throws them down. Thou sober-suited matron. Bear hence this body. or. Come. weraday! he's dead. Mercy but murders. the cords. love-performing night. lady. if love be blind. nurse. Come. Capulet's orchard. O. Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses. Ay me! what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands Nurse. So tedious is this day As is the night before some festival To an impatient child that hath new robes And may not wear them. you fiery-footed steeds. ay. Enter Nurse. and though I am sold. come. Think true love acted simple modesty. Now. grown bold. Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods. come. loving. Exeunt. Give me my Romeo. pardoning those that kill. and attend our will. thou day in night. Scene II. civil night. when he shall die. and every tongue that speaks But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.
Jul.' Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe. For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd Sole monarch of the universal earth. And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier! Nurse. 'no. Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit. Shame come to Romeo! Jul. Tybalt. all naught. O Tybalt. It did. I saw the wound. I am not I. Romeo that kill'd him. and my dearer lord? Then. A piteous corse. O. say 'I'. break at once! To prison. Or those eyes shut that make thee answer 'I. Can heaven be so envious? Nurse. an honourable villain! O nature. no honesty in men. my heart! poor bankrout. to earth resign. all perjur'd. What storm is this that blows so contrary? Is Romeo slaught'red. Pale. where's my man? Give me some aqua vitae. I swounded at the sight. these woes. Jul. I saw it with mine eyes. There's no trust. (God save the mark!) here on his manly breast. what a beast was I to chide at him! Nurse. all bedaub'd in blood. end motion here. Blister'd be thy tongue For such a wish! He was not born to shame. sound the general doom! For who is living. these sorrows make me old. Tybalt is gone. he is banished. O serpent heart. Romeo can. break. all dissemblers.' If be be slain. it did! Jul. All in gore-blood. if there be such an 'I'. No faith. dreadful trumpet. pale as ashes. eyes. Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but 'I. it did! alas the day.' And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice. if those two are gone? Nurse. and is Tybalt dead? My dear-lov'd cousin. All forsworn. a bloody piteous corse. O. and Romeo banished. Nurse. that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace! Nurse. ne'er look on liberty! Vile earth. what hadst thou to do in hell When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh? Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound? O. O God! Did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood? Nurse. hid with a flow'ring 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'stA damned saint. or if not. These griefs. What devil art thou that dost torment me thus? This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell. the best friend I had! O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman That ever I should live to see thee dead! Jul. Though heaven cannot. Romeo! Who ever would have thought it? Romeo! Jul. O Romeo. Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin? . Ah.Jul.
nay. Will you go to them? I will bring you thither. for Romeo's banishment. Wash they his wounds with tears? Mine shall be spent.banished. All slain. it presses to my memory Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds! 'Tybalt is dead. I would forget it fain. bound. have mangled it? But wherefore.Jul. Jul. that would have slain my husband. all dead. you are beguil'd. thou fearful man. a maid. I'll find Romeo To comfort you. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? Ah. come forth.' that one word 'banished. Poor ropes. mother. come. Jul. Tybalt. . 'Romeo is banished'There is no end. Exeunt. come forth. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse. he is hid at Laurence' cell. for Romeo is exil'd.' Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. when she said 'Tybalt's dead. not Romeo. find him! give this ring to my true knight And bid him come to take his last farewell. Hie to your chamber. Back.' Thy father. cords. But I. thy three-hours wife. Friar Laurence's cell. I'll to my wedding bed.to speak that word Is father. Which you. and Romeo. what tongue shall smooth thy name When I. nurse? Nurse. wherefore weep I then? Some word there was. no limit. Tybalt's death Was woe enough. poor my lord. I wot well where he is. or both. offer up to joy. take my maidenhead! Nurse. Both you and I. Where is my father and my mother. that Tybalt would have slain. He made you for a highway to my bed. Or. And thou art wedded to calamity. And Tybalt's dead. foolish tears. measure. Romeo. Romeo. And death. But O. die maiden-widowed. I'll to him. When theirs are dry. your Romeo will be here at night. My husband lives. if it had ended there. Which modern lamentation might have mov'd? But with a rearward following Tybalt's death. Why followed not. no words can that woe sound. if sour woe delights in fellowship And needly will be rank'd with other griefs. villain. Hark ye. Come. mistaking. O. back to your native spring! Your tributary drops belong to woe. nurse. Juliet. Friar. That murd'red me. In that word's death. or thy mother. Enter Friar [Laurence]. 'Romeo is banished'. worser than Tybalt's death. All this is comfort. Affliction is enanmour'd of thy parts. Take up those cords.' That 'banished. didst thou kill my cousin? That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband. Scene III.
'Tis torture. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! Thy fault our law calls death. More honourable state. Friar. For exile hath more terror in his look. Still blush. They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips. Taking thy part. O. They are free men. Rom. hath rush'd aside the law. the damned use that word in hell.he is banished. Friar. This is dear mercy. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word. To mangle me with that word 'banished'? Friar. Much more than death. Heaven is here. but the kind Prince.' Friar. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lipsNot body's death. philosophy. every unworthy thing. Too familiar Is my dear son with such sour company. banishment? Be merciful. Rom. But Romeo may not. Rom. Rom.Enter Romeo. Being a divine. when I from this must fly. reverse a prince's doom. Rom. hear me a little speak. Hence banished is banish'd from the world. but I am banished. but body's banishment. hell itself.' Thou cut'st my head off with a golden axe And smilest upon the stroke that murders me. But 'banished' to kill me. Where Juliet lives. Hence from Verona art thou banished. Rom. Father. a ghostly confessor. There is no world without Verona walls. more courtship lives In carrion flies than Romeo. Calling death 'banishment. Live here in heaven and may look on her.'banished'? O friar. And world's exile is death. But purgatory. Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy! Unless philosophy can make a Juliet. And sayest thou yet that exile is not death? Hadst thou no poison mix'd. no sharp-ground knife. Adversity's sweet milk. though ne'er so mean. What less than doomsday is the Prince's doom? Friar. More validity. say 'death'. as thinking their own kisses sin. And turn'd that black word death to banishment. and every cat and dog And little mouse. even in pure and vestal modesty. A sin-absolver. Rom. thou wilt speak again of banishment. Ha. though thou art banished. Be patient. torture. Howling attends it! How hast thou the heart. and thou seest it not. This may flies do. Displant a town. what news? What is the Prince's doom What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand That I yet know not? Friar. . Then 'banishment' Is death misterm'd. and my friend profess'd. But Romeo may not. Do not say 'banishment. Who. for the world is broad and wide. I bring thee tidings of the Prince's doom. Thou fond mad man. and not mercy. No sudden mean of death. To comfort thee.
Even so lies she. In what vile part of this anatomy Doth my name lodge? Tell me.I come. Wert thou as young as I. thy wild acts denote . and like me banished. Knock [within]. (rises) NurseNurse. hide thyself. Stand up.God's will. Blubb'ring and weeping. Spakest thou of Juliet? How is it with her? Doth not she think me an old murtherer. when that wise men have no eyes? Friar. weeping and blubbering. Rom. I come from Lady Juliet. how they knock! Who's there? Romeo. Hold thy desperate hand. he is even in my mistress' case. where's Romeo? Friar. Friar. I come! Knock. and then starts up. unless the breath of heartsick groans. for her sake. Who knocks so hard? Whence come you? What's your will Nurse. Friar. Hark. Enter Nurse.] Friar. Not I. Nurse. tell me. O. Knock. And then down falls again. As if that name. Rom. Thou wilt be taken. Art thou a man? Thy form cries out thou art. Good Romeo. O. And Tybalt calls. Doting like me. Juliet thy love. as I do now. Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel. she says nothing. Friar. it prevails not. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.Stay awhile!. O. sir. and then on Romeo cries.Stand up.It helps not. O.. Friar. stand up! Stand. Just in her case! Friar. Run to my study. rise and stand! Why should you fall into so deep an O? Rom. What simpleness is this.. Then mightst thou speak. And now falls on her bed.By-and-by!. Did murther her. O. arise. Taking the measure of an unmade grave. 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. friar. Nurse. that I may sack The hateful mansion. And fall upon the ground. Knock. Talk no more. Rom. O holy friar. Welcome then. death's the end of all. Rom. How should they. An hour but married. Thy tears are womanish. There on the ground. and you shall know my errand. Tybalt murdered. [Draws his dagger. with his own tears made drunk. Rom. then I see that madmen have no ears. Arise.. O woeful sympathy! Piteous predicament! Nurse. For Juliet's sake. [within] Let me come in. holy friar Where is my lady's lord. but weeps and weeps. then mightst thou tear thy hair. an you be a man. one knocks. Ah sir! ah sir! Well. as that name's cursed hand Murder'd her kinsman. tell me. Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes. Shot from the deadly level of a gun. tell me.
How well my comfort is reviv'd by this! Friar. that threat'ned death. like a usurer. fie. and call thee back With twenty hundred thousand times more joy Than thou went'st forth in lamentation. Rom. There art thou happy. and bid my sweet prepare to chide. Exit. A pack of blessings light upon thy back. And bid her hasten all the house to bed. Take heed. Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence. By doing damned hate upon thyself? Why railest thou on thy birth. There art thou happy too. man! Thy Juliet is alive. Hast thou slain Tybalt? Wilt thou slay thyself? And slay thy lady that in thy life lives. Ascend her chamber. Unseemly woman in a seeming man! Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both! Thou hast amaz'd me. Happiness courts thee in her best array. Where thou shalt live till we can find a time To blaze your marriage. Romeo is coming. But look thou stay not till the watch be set. I'll find out your man. Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love. For then thou canst not pass to Mantua.The unreasonable fury of a beast. But thou slewest Tybalt. Do so. like a misbhav'd and sullen wench. And usest none in that true use indeed Which should bedeck thy shape. Rom. Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury. and here stands all your state: Either be gone before the watch be set. Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish. good night. Beg pardon of the Prince. is get afire by thine own ignorance. I could have stay'd here all the night To hear good counsel. O Lord. The law. I thought thy disposition better temper'd. nurse. that ornament to shape and love. reconcile your friends. and earth? Since birth and heaven and earth. thy wit. Thy noble shape is but a form of wax Digressing from the valour of a man. for it grows very late. Nurse. Thy wit. O. all three do meet In thee at once. Nurse. Here is a ring she bid me give you. But. Tybalt would kill thee. the heaven. And thou dismemb'red with thine own defence. what learning is! My lord. By my holy order. And he shall signify from time to time . Which. thou shamest thy shape. Go get thee to thy love. For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead. for such die miserable. Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto. Go hence. becomes thy friend And turns it to exile. Go before. take heed. I'll tell my lady you will come. What. thy love. thy wit. Misshapen in the conduct of them both. hence and comfort her. Sojourn in Mantua. sir. Hie you. thy love. Fie. Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask. which thou at once wouldst lose. Commend me to thy lady. as was decreed. rouse thee. make haste. abound'st in all. There art thou happy.
wife. she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly. good night. Exeunt Scene V. ho! Afore me. Par. Prepare her. Look you. And there an end. I would have been abed an hour ago. Capulet's orchard.Every good hap to you that chances here. Well. Capulet's house Enter Old Capulet. against this wedding day.a friend or two. It were a grief so brief to part with thee. and Paris. I think she will be rul'd In all respects by me. good night. go you to her ere you go to bed. Lady. Farewell. Commend me to your daughter. Being our kinsman. Farewell. It may be thought we held him carelessly. Cap. These times of woe afford no tune to woo. Cap. I promise you. ha! Well. It is so very very late That we may call it early by-and-by. if we revel much. Cap. Farewell. Scene IV. Tybalt being slain so late. My lord. I will make a desperate tender Of my child's love. Give me thy hand. she'll not come down to-night. tell her She shall be married to this noble earl. we were born to die. Thursday let it be. For hark you. Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends. 'Tis very late. Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed. Cap. get you gone. nay more. but for your company. sir. I will. Will you be ready? Do you like this haste? We'll keep no great ado. But what say you to Thursday? Par..a Thursday. and know her mind early to-morrow. Well. To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness. Rom. so unluckily That we have had no time to move our daughter. Wife. But that a joy past joy calls out on me. My lord. I doubt it not. his Wife. Monday! ha. Exeunt. . my lord. Good night. I would that Thursday were to-morrow. 'Tis late. Madam. soft! what day is this? Par. Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love And bid her (mark you me?) on Wednesday nextBut. Sir Paris. And so did I. Things have fall'n out.Light to my chamber. A Thursday be it then. Wednesday is too soon. Monday.
Jul. my love. I. and welcome! Juliet wills it so. and not the lark. . what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder East. Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat The vaulty heaven so high above our heads. it is! Hie hence. Jul. it was the nightingale. be wary. O. and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. Rom.Enter Romeo and Juliet aloft. It was the lark. I doubt it not. Nurse. Your lady mother is coming to your chamber. Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray. Come. look about. Therefore stay yet. Night's candles are burnt out. for she divideth us. love. and I'll descend. [Exit. Look. so thou wilt have it so. thou need'st not to be gone. For in a minute there are many days. my soul? Let's talk. Madam! Jul. window. That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear. Some say the lark makes sweet division. love. my lord. Rom. It is some meteor that the sun exhales To be to thee this night a torchbearer And light thee on the way to Mantua. No nightingale. Let me be ta'en.more dark and dark our woes! Enter Nurse. Rom. think'st thou we shall ever meet again? Rom. Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day! O. O. it is not day. I must be gone and live. love. Art thou gone so. Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree. 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow. and let life out. at the Window. death. I know it. the herald of the morn. now be gone! More light and light it grows. I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye. Farewell. Jul. now I would they had chang'd voices too. let me be put to death. Yond light is not daylight. by this count I shall be much in years Ere I again behold my Romeo! Rom. Then. How is't. or stay and die. It was the nightingale. to thee. Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. Jul. This doth not so. farewell! One kiss. More light and light. away! It is the lark that sings so out of tune. Jul. Believe me. It is. let day in. my friend? I must hear from thee every day in the hour. be gone. I have more care to stay than will to go. Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. O. Nurse? Nurse. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity That may convey my greetings. Jul. and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come. I am content. Some say the lark and loathed toad chang'd eyes. He goeth down. The day is broke.] Rom.
madam? Lady. how my heart abhors To hear him nam'd and cannot come to him. Jul. wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? An if thou couldst. Is she not down so late. Juliet? Jul. Some grief shows much of love. but not the friend Which you weep for. Who is't that calls? It is my lady mother. If thou art fickle. Soon sleep in quiet. Then weep no more. Ay. Indeed I never shall be satisfied With Romeo till I behold him. girl. And trust me. And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.Jul. or thou look'st pale. and I'll find such a man. Jul. . That is because the traitor murderer lives.God pardon him! I do. how now. And joy comes well in such a needy time. Madam. Fortune! all men call thee fickle. Adieu. Feeling so the loss. I have an ill-divining soul! Methinks I see thee. fear thou not. But much of grief shows still some want of wit. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. To wreak the love I bore my cousin Tybalt Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him! Lady. from the reach of these my hands. Lady. adieu! Exit. Lady. As one dead in the bottom of a tomb. love. I'll send to one in Mantua. Would none but I might venge my cousin's death! Lady. thou weep'st not so much for his death As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. Jul. daughter! are you up? Jul. Jul. Jul. And then I hope thou wilt be satisfied. Jul. Jul. [within] Ho. Jul. girl. what dost thou with him That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle. now thou art below. Fortune. if you could find out but a man To bear a poison. We will have vengeance for it. Either my eyesight fails. Lady. Why. thou couldst not make him live. For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long But send him back. That Romeo should. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? What. or up so early? What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither? Enter Mother. Lady. Therefore have done. Lady. O God. I am not well. So shall you feel the loss. Well. Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram That he shall soon keep Tybalt company. with all my heart. upon receipt thereof. Madam. in my eye so do you. Rom. What villain. I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. That same villain Romeo. O Fortune. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings. Find thou the means. I would temper it.deadIs my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd. [aside] Villain and he be many miles asunder. O. Lady. madam. Where that same banish'd runagate doth live. Dry sorrow drinks our blood.
take me with you. Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy That thou expects not nor I look'd not for. sir. I would the fool were married to her grave! Cap. my child.What are they. the bark thy body is Sailing in this salt flood. Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. young baggage! disobedient wretch! I tell thee what. how. child. early next Thursday morn The gallant. Rather than Paris. you green-sickness carrion I out. One who. nor proud me no prouds. the winds. well. When the sun sets the air doth drizzle dew. at Saint Peter's Church. still in tears? Evermore show'ring? In one little body Thou counterfeit'st a bark. a wind: For still thy eyes. fie! what. young. Marry. But for the sunset of my brother's son It rains downright. she gives you thanks. but thankful that you have. thy sighs. Jul. And see how be will take it at your hands. But thankful even for hate that is meant love. Who. are you mad? Jul. Ay. Good father. Unworthy as she is. These are news indeed! Lady. and noble gentleman. I beseech you on my knees. wife. Thank me no thankings. Fie. raging with thy tears and they with them. Out. Not proud you have. in happy time! What day is that? Lady. The County Paris. a sea. to put thee from thy heaviness. how.get thee to church a Thursday . and Peter too. Do ebb and flow with tears. Hear me with patience but to speak a word. Cap. Proud can I never be of what I hate. that I must wed Ere he that should be husband comes to woo. How now? a conduit. whom you know I hate. madam. Hang thee. and when I do. But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church. I beseech your ladyship? Lady. I swear It shall be Romeo. Cap. Without a sudden calm will overset Thy tempest-tossed body. you baggage! You tallow-face! Lady. that we have wrought So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? Jul. Enter Capulet and Nurse. I pray you tell my lord and father. Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. which I may call the sea. Soft! take me with you. wife? Have you delivered to her our decree? Lady. He shall not make me there a joyful bride! I wonder at this haste. Madam. but she will none.and 'I thank you not'And yet 'not proud'? Mistress minion you. I will not marry yet. Jul. choplogic? What is this? 'Proud'. Tell him so yourself. Cap. How.and 'I thank you'. Here comes your father. How now. how. girl? What. Now by Saint Peter's Church. thou hast a careful father. Well. How? Will she none? Doth she not give us thanks? Is she not proud? Doth she not count her blest.
die in the streets. Exit. Look to't. and nobly train'd. God-i-god-en! Nurse. O. I'll ne'er acknowledge thee. cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month. a week. Bethink you. Jul. Graze where you will. Smatter with your gossips. God's bread I it makes me mad. Lady. that heaven should practise stratagems Upon so soft a subject as myself! What say'st thou? Hast thou not a word of joy? Some comfort. hilding! Nurse. I'll not be forsworn. youthful. For. nurse. Talk not to me. for I'll not speak a word. to rate her so. Or if you do not. Faith. Nurse. Thursday is near. advise: An you be mine. God in heaven bless her! You are to blame. in company. night. Out on her. go! Nurse. At home. an you will not wed. Lady. I'll give you to my friend. Do as thou wilt. make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. O God!. I speak no treason. Wife. do not answer me! My fingers itch. Of fair demesnes. Alack. how shall this be prevented? My husband is on earth. Day. starve. May not one speak? Cap. and all the world to nothing That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you. think on't.Or never after look me in the face. lay hand on heart. Peace. I am too young. and having now provided A gentleman of princely parentage. Cap. Trust to't.O nurse. abroad. you mumbling fool! Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl. in her fortune's tender. Jul. A whining mammet. for I have done with thee. I do not use to jest. Cap. Exit. I pray you pardon me'! But. it needs must be by stealth. as they say. But now I see this one is one too much. And that we have a curse in having her. still my care hath been To have her match'd. my lord. I'll pardon you. And why. we scarce thought us blest That God had lent us but this only child. How shall that faith return again to earth Unless that husband send it me from heaven By leaving earth? Comfort me. alack. Cap. Stuff'd. reply not. hang. Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a manAnd then to have a wretched puling fool. Waking or sleeping. by my soul. Romeo is banish'd. beg. early. my faith in heaven. counsel me. For here we need it not. here it is. you shall not house with me. To answer 'I'll not wed. late. An you be not. You are too hot. I cannot love. Nor what is mine shall never do thee good. with honourable parts. Or if he do. my Lady Wisdom? Hold your tongue. Good Prudence. . Speak not. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother. alone.
Exit. Scene I. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY WITH PERMISSION.. so quick. INC. since the case so stands as now it doth. Par. Jul. To make confession and to be absolv'd. Friar Laurence's cell. Exit. Which. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death.Then. An eagle. else beshrew them both. and this is wisely done. Amen! Nurse. My father Capulet will have it so. What? Jul. I'll to the friar to know his remedy. On Thursday. thou hast comforted me marvellous much. Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue Which she hath prais'd him with above compare So many thousand times? Go. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. to Laurence' cell. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP.or 'twere as good he were As living here and you no use of him. For it excels your first. he's a lovely gentleman! Romeo's a dishclout to him. If all else fail. And I am nothing slow to slack his haste. Enter Friar. sir? The time is very short. Go in. Now. Uneven is the course. You say you do not know the lady's mind. . Hath not so green. madam. Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend! Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn. Jul. I think you are happy in this second match. Well. counsellor! Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain. Speak'st thou this from thy heart? Nurse. her father counts it dangerous That she do give her sorrow so much sway. And therefore have I little talk'd of love. Nurse. too much minded by herself alone. <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY.>> ACT IV. Friar. Jul. I think it best you married with the County. I like it not. And from my soul too. [Laurence] and County Paris. Par. and tell my lady I am gone. or if it did not. Marry. Beshrew my very heart. myself have power to die. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. Having displeas'd my father. Friar. And in his wisdom hastes our marriage To stop the inundation of her tears. sir. I will. so fair an eye As Paris hath. Your first is dead. O.
My leisure serves me. Par. Exit. Do thou but call my resolution wise And with this knife I'll help it presently. Jul. Par. [aside] I would I knew not why it should be slow'd. or. adieu. Par. it will be of more price. God join'd my heart and Romeo's. friar. by thee to Romeo's seal'd. Thy face is mine. out of thy long-experienc'd time. O. Juliet. Give me some present counsel. my lady and my wife! Jul. 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife Shall play the empire. daughter. Happily met. Are you at leisure. I will confess to you that I love him. The tears have got small victory by that. I should confess to you. Or my true heart with treacherous revolt Turn to another. Enter Juliet. Now do you know the reason of this haste. I long to die If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy. That may be. That is no slander. God shield I should disturb devotion! Juliet. Or shall I come to you at evening mass Friar. Par. On Thursday next be married to this County. Par. on Thursday next.Look. sir. I do spy a kind of hope. My lord. we must entreat the time alone. Tell me not. And ere this hand. arbitrating that Which the commission of thy years and art Could to no issue of true honour bring. for it is not mine own. Ah. now. which is a truth. and keep this holy kiss. If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help. Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report. than to your face. this shall slay them both. Friar. Which craves as desperate an execution . Be not so long to speak. Par. Come weep with me. Being spoke behind your back.May be put from her by society. So will ye. Jul. holy father. sir. Poor soul. behold. Come you to make confession to this father? Jul. Till then. Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it. when I may be a wife. I spake it to my face. shut the door! and when thou hast done so.past hope. that you love me. on Thursday early will I rouse ye. That may be must be. Hold. Par. I am sure. now. thou our hands. Jul. and nothing may prorogue it. Jul. I hear thou must. Jul. To answer that. Therefore. It may be so. love. sir. Par. thy face is much abus'd with tears. Shall be the label to another deed. I already know thy grief. Jul. It strains me past the compass of my wits. What must be shall be. past help! Friar. For it was bad enough before their spite. Do not deny to him that you love me. Friar. That's a certain text. Friar. here comes the lady toward my cell. that thou hear'st of this. And what I spake. pensive daughter. If I do so. Jul. Par. Jul. past cure. and thou hast sland'red it.
Give me. Now. Then. O. Hold! Get you gone. being then in bed. or bid me lurk Where serpents are. when the bridegroom in the morning comes To rouse thee from thy bed. give consent To marry Paris. be strong and prosperous In this resolve. Each part. No warmth. to hear them told. bid me leap. Farewell. chain me with roaring bears. against thou shalt awake. but surcease. Exeunt. To-morrow night look that thou lie alone. And this shall free thee from this present shame. And in this borrowed likeness of shrunk death Thou shalt continue two-and-forty hours.As that is desperate which we would prevent. as the manner of our country is. have made me trembleAnd I will do it without fear or doubt. Let not the nurse lie with thee in thy chamber. give me! O. Go home. be merry. From off the battlements of yonder tower. And hither shall he come. rather than to marry County Paris Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself. Friar. I'll give thee remedy. appear like death. Then is it likely thou wilt undertake A thing like death to chide away this shame. Jul. The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To paly ashes. dear father. Shall. stiff and stark and cold. shall testify thou livest. Or bid me go into a new-made grave And hide me with a dead man in his shroudThings that. Hold. and that very night Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. Take thou this vial. Or walk in thievish ways. then. tell not me of fear! Friar. Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift. O'ercover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones. . And. That cop'st with death himself to scape from it. there art thou dead. If. for no pulse Shall keep his native progress. Wednesday is to-morrow. Or shut me nightly in a charnel house. In the mean time. Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford. rather than marry Paris. if thou dar'st. thy eyes' windows fall Like death when he shuts up the day of life. With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls. Jul. In thy best robes uncovered on the bier Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie. and he and I Will watch thy waking. When presently through all thy veins shall run A cold and drowsy humour. And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. with my letters to thy lord. I'll send a friar with speed To Mantua. And this distilled liquor drink thou off. To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. If no inconstant toy nor womanish fear Abate thy valour in the acting it. Jul. depriv'd of supple government. no breath.
Where I have learnt me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition To you and your behests. sir. No. forsooth. Let me see the County. Tush. I'll not to bed to-night. Therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me. This is well. Nurse. Stand up. ho! . Go. Cap. A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is. So many guests invite as here are writ. Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. Nurse. Pardon. We shall be short in our provision. nurse. marry. What. I say. Capulet's house. be may chance to do some good on her. will you go with me into my closet To help me sort such needful ornaments As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow? Mother. for I'll try if they can lick their fingers. Cap. I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. There is time enough. What. Go. See where she comes from shrift with merry look. I'll play the housewife for this once. is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence? Nurse. Cap. Mother. 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers. We'll to church to-morrow. Jul. I warrant thee. Cap. my headstrong? Where have you been gadding? Jul. afore God. and fetch him hither. Cap. Serv. Now. help to deck up her. Cap. I will stir about. This is as't should be. Go thou to Juliet. and Servingmen. let me alone. go with her. I beseech you! Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you. go hire me twenty cunning cooks. Enter Father Capulet. go. Cap.] Sirrah. begone. Exeunt Juliet and Nurse. I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell And gave him what becomed love I might. Why. Mother. All our whole city is much bound to him. Cap. Jul. How now. this reverend holy friar. sir. You shall have none ill. not till Thursday. Exit Servingman. Ay. Send for the County. How canst thou try them so? Serv. [Exit a Servingman. and am enjoin'd By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here To beg your pardon. We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time. Ay. Nurse. Cap. Well. two or three. Enter Juliet. Marry.Scene II. 'Tis now near night. And all things shall be well. I am glad on't. Go tell him of this. wife.
For he hath still been tried a holy man. And let the nurse this night sit up with you. I pray thee leave me to myself to-night. Enter Mother. when I am laid into the tomb. What if it be a poison which the friar Subtilly hath minist'red to have me dead. those attires are best. So please you. Juliet's chamber. let me now be left alone. No. To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in. are you busy. and rest. What if this mixture do not work at all? Shall I be married then to-morrow morning? No. Ay. Lie thou there. vial. if I live. And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? Or. Which. I will not entertain so bad a thought. Mother. I'll call them back again to comfort me. Enter Juliet and Nurse. is cross and full of sin. for thou hast need. Come. Mother. No! This shall forbid it. Exeunt [Mother and Nurse. and yet methinks it should not. Lays down a dagger. Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd Because he married me before to Romeo? I fear it is. Exeunt. Nurse!. For I have need of many orisons To move the heavens to smile upon my state. an ancient receptacle . to prepare him up Against to-morrow. 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. ho? Need you my help? Jul. madam. My heart is wondrous light. Scene III. How if.] Jul. well thou knowest. Get thee to bed. but. Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again. Jul. we have cull'd such necessaries As are behooffull for our state to-morrow.What should she do here? My dismal scene I needs must act alone.They are all forth. well. gentle nurse. What. Good night. I will walk myself To County Paris. Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. is it not very like The horrible conceit of death and night. Together with the terror of the placeAs in a vault. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins That almost freezes up the heat of life. For I am sure you have your hands full all In this so sudden business.
] Good faith. shall I not be distraught. And. make haste. Nurse. that will find out logs And never trouble Peter for the matter. Cap. And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth. Spare not for cost. stir.] Sirrah. Stay. alack. stir. And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud. Lies fest'ring in his shroud. a merry whoreson. Lady. Tybalt. stir! The second cock hath crow'd. Call Peter. in this rage. Capulet's house. Where bloody Tybalt. if I wake. a jealous hood! Enter three or four [Fellows. ha! Thou shalt be loggerhead. And madly play with my forefathers' joints.what with loathsome smells. not a whit. fellow. Things for the cook. he will show thee where they are. Ay. I have a head. go. 'tis three o'clock. Lady. She [drinks and] falls upon her bed within the curtains. What. with some great kinsman's bone As with a club dash out my desp'rate brains? O.Where for this many hundred years the bones Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd. as they say. stay! Romeo. you'll be sick to-morrow For this night's watching. and well said. [Exit Fellow. Cap. No. sir. I come! this do I drink to thee. yet but green in earth. Cap. Scene IV. I have watch'd ere now All night for lesser cause. fetch drier logs. Nurse. Get you to bed! Faith. Make haste. take these keys and fetch more spices. The curfew bell hath rung. 'tis . Fellow. Cap. good Angelica. sir. What is there? Now. A jealous hood. Mass. where. and ne'er been sick. But I will watch you from such watching now. is it not like that I. Fellow. Enter Lady of the House and Nurse. but I know not what.. Hold. nurse. Cap. At some hours in the night spirits resortAlack. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry. run madO. That living mortals. [Exit Fellow. you have been a mouse-hunt in your time. that did spit his body Upon a rapier's point. Go. hearing them. you cot-quean. So early waking. look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost Seeking out Romeo. with spits and logs and baskets. Enter Old Capulet. Look to the bak'd meats. Come. Environed with all these hideous fears. Exeunt Lady and Nurse.
Make haste! The bridegroom he is come already: Make haste. She's dead. Father. Nurse! Wife! What. Will it not be? [Draws aside the curtains. .] Play music. The County will be here with music straight. madam. she's dead! Cap. deceas'd. help! Call help. [Enter Nurse. lamb! why. let the County take you in your bed! He'll fright you up. alas! Help. Alack the day. and amen. she's dead! Alack the day! Mother. mistress! Juliet! Fast. For so he said he would. The County Paris hath set up his rest That you shall rest but little. and down again? I must needs wake you. go and trim her up. I say! Enter Nurse. I hear him near. I say! madam! sweetheart! Why. for the next night. nurse. love. help! My lady's dead! O weraday that ever I was born! Some aqua-vitae. you slug-abed! Why. Juliet's chamber. Look. Go waken Juliet. I say.] What. I'll go and chat with Paris. Scene V. Out alas! she's cold. lady! Fie. or I will die with thee! Help. I warrant her. O me. look! O heavy day! Mother. For shame. madam! Ay. and in your clothes. Her blood is settled. O lamentable day! Mother. Enter Father. bring Juliet forth. How sound is she asleep! I needs must wake her. i' faith. Ha! let me see her. Madam. and her joints are stiff. ho! What. Mistress! what. she. make haste. dress'd. Nurse. Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. Mother. my only life! Revive.day. her lord is come. Hie. bride! What. Lady! lady! lady! Alas. Why. not a word? You take your pennyworths now! Sleep for a week. she's dead. What noise is here? Nurse. Life and these lips have long been separated. she's dead.] Nurse. ho! My lord! my lady! Enter Mother. I warrant. O me! My child. look up. What is the matter? Nurse. God forgive me! Marry. [Exeunt.
And with my child my joys are buried! Friar. O woe? O woful. all is Death's. O woful time! Cap. The most you sought was her promotion. but never to return. Death. Enter Friar [Laurence] and the County [Paris]. you love your child so ill That you run mad. with Musicians. And doth it give me such a sight as this? Mother. And all the better is it for the maid. All things that we ordained festival Turn from their office to black funeral- .Nurse. And weep ye now. hateful day! Most miserable hour that e'er time saw In lasting labour of his pilgrimage! But one. Heaven and yourself Had part in this fair maid! now heaven hath all. I will die And leave him all. Death is my son-in-law. And cruel Death hath catch'd it from my sight! Nurse. one poor and loving child. poor one. and. wretched. See. Cap. woful day! Most lamentable day. My daughter he hath wedded. Beguil'd. But one thing to rejoice and solace in. Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak. deflowered by him. the night before thy wedding day Hath Death lain with thy wife. spited. Come. But she's best married that dies married young. my child is dead. seeing she is advanc'd Above the clouds. She's not well married that lives married long. most woful day That ever ever I did yet behold! O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! Never was seen so black a day as this. martyr'd. Despis'd. seeing that she is well. ho. in this love. O lamentable day! Mother. that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail. By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown! O love! O life! not life. hated. is the bride ready to go to church? Cap. But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. distressed. but love in death Cap. wronged. murther our solemnity? O child! O child! my soul. Death is my heir. Have I thought long to see this morning's face. Dry up your tears and stick your rosemary On this fair corse. For though fond nature bids us all lament. and not my child! Dead art thou. For 'twas your heaven she should be advanc'd. there she lies. Life. as the custom is. unhappy. Peace. living. O woful day! O woful day! Par. Accurs'd. dead! alack. kill'd! Uncomfortable time. Ready to go. by thee beguil'd. slain! Most detestable Death. Your part in her you could not keep from death. Flower as she was. woful. as high as heaven itself? O. for shame! Confusion's cure lives not In these confusions. Par. O son. Friar. In all her best array bear her to church. why cam'st thou now To murther. divorced. Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.
Answer me like men. Pet. O. Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you with an iron wit. I'll fa you. Mus. because silver hath a sweet sound. I will then give it you soundly. [Exit. Pet. Honest good fellows. Mus. Mus. Friar. Hugh Rebeck? 2. sir. Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast. And all things change them to the contrary. Pet. 1. Pet. I will say for you. but the gleek. Nurse. Move them no more by crossing their high will. I'll re you. I know not what to say. Exeunt.' 'Heart's ease'! O. 'Heart's ease. Do you note me? 1. Why 'Heart's ease''. Every one prepare To follow this fair corse unto her grave. Then will I give you the serving-creature. because my heart itself plays 'My heart is full of woe. No. 1. O. Not a dump we! 'Tis no time to play now. Mus. Sir. musicians. 2. Pretty too! What say you. and. go with him. Marry.' 1. go you in. an you will have me live.' O. Manent Musicians [and Nurse]. . What will you give us? Pet. Mus. Mus. you note us. Enter Peter. Then music with her silver sound'Why 'silver sound'? Why 'music with her silver sound'? What say you. Pet. No money. Faith. An you re us and fa us. Pretty! What say You.Our instruments to melancholy bells. 1. James Soundpost? 3. madam. Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse. It is 'music with her silver sound' because musicians have no gold for sounding. And doleful dumps the mind oppress. The heavens do low'r upon you for some ill. I say 'silver sound' because musicians sound for silver. Ay. ah. play 'Heart's ease. And go.] 1. Mus. Pet. Mus. I will carry no crotchets. O. 1. Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change. I will give you the minstrel. I cry you mercy! you are the singer. Mus. Mus. play me some merry dump to comfort me. by my troth. put up. 'When griping grief the heart doth wound. Musicians. Mus. musicians. on my faith. we may put up our pipes and be gone. Mus. the case may be amended. Pet. Simon Catling? 1. and put up my iron dagger. Pray you put up your dagger. Sir Paris. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate. You will not then? 1. Faith. and put out your wit. Pet. Pet. put up! For well you know this is a pitiful case.
I will hence to-night. Rom. News from Verona! How now.' [Exit. <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY. Hang him. And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep My dreams presage some joyful news at hand.>> ACT V. have patience. and stay dinner. Enter Romeo. 1. tarry for the mourners. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP. O. INC. . and nothing can be ill. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY. Mus. For nothing can be ill if she be well. I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault And presently took post to tell it you. Exeunt. Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd. I dreamt my lady came and found me dead (Strange dream that gives a dead man leave to think!) And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips That I reviv'd and was an emperor. Man. sir. Mantua. Your looks are pale and wild and do import Some misadventure. pardon me for bringing these ill news. booted. sir. Get me ink and paper And hire posthorses. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY WITH PERMISSION. Is it e'en so? Then I defy you. Rom.. Man. 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. Then she is well. we'll in here. Jack! Come. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne. stars! Thou knowest my lodging. Her body sleeps in Capel's monument. When but love's shadows are so rich in joy! Enter Romeo's Man Balthasar. What a pestilent knave is this same? 2. Since you did leave it for my office. A street. Mus. I do beseech you. And her immortal part with angels lives.'Then music with her silver sound With speedy help doth lend redress. Scene I.
there is forty ducats. to myself I said.Rom. with overwhelming brows. this same thought did but forerun my need. man. Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. As I remember. Remnants of packthread. Apoth. such soon-speeding gear As will disperse itself through all the veins That the life-weary taker mall fall dead. Leave me and do the thing I bid thee do. Apoth. I will lie with thee to-night. the beggar's shop is shut. Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back: The world is not thy friend. The world affords no law to make thee rich. Juliet. Apoth. Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes. Rom. My poverty but not my will consents. this should be the house. 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. Meagre were his looks. but break it and take this. O mischief. it would dispatch you straight. Doing more murther in this loathsome world. I pay thy poverty and not thy will. . 'An if a man did need a poison now Whose sale is present death in Mantua. to make up a show. but Mantua's law Is death to any he that utters them. Culling of simples. Come hither. Exit [Balthasar]. Tush. Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him. my good lord. I see that thou art poor. Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness And fearest to die? Famine is in thy cheeks. Let me have A dram of poison. Such mortal drugs I have. And this same needy man must sell it me. nor the world's law. thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! I do remember an apothecary. And hereabouts 'a dwells. bladders. which late I noted In tatt'red weeds. Apoth. Rom. Rom. Being holiday. thou art deceiv'd. and if you had the strength Of twenty men. Noting this penury. and old cakes of roses Were thinly scattered. and musty seeds. No matter. Then be not poor. Sharp misery had worn him to the bones. An alligator stuff'd. And in his needy shop a tortoise hung. and other skins Of ill-shaped fishes.worse poison to men's souls. No. Green earthen pots.' O. Well. Hold. Who calls so loud? Rom. What. Put this in any liquid thing you will And drink it off. Get thee gone And hire those horses. I'll be with thee straight. Hast thou no letters to me from the friar? Man. Rom. Let's see for means. There is thy gold. ho! apothecary! Enter Apothecary. and about his shelves A beggarly account of empty boxes.
She will beshrew me much that Romeo Hath had no notice of these accidents. So fearful were they of infection. Verona. Who bare my letter. Holy Franciscan friar. So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd. Buy food and get thyself in flesh. Friar Laurence's cell. This same should be the voice of Friar John. Hence. Now. go hence. But I will write again to Mantua. Suspecting that we both were in a house Where the infectious pestilence did reign. in it the monument of the Capulets. Laur. Under yond yew tree lay thee all along. Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground. clos'd in a dead man's tomb! Exit. Scene III. I'll go and bring it thee.here it is againNor get a messenger to bring it thee. to Romeo? John. Laur. The letter was not nice. Par. Give me thy torch. for I would not be seen. Enter Paris and his Page with flowers and [a torch]. ho! Enter Friar Laurence. Welcome from Mantua. thou hast sold me none. And finding him. the searchers of the town. Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake. And keep her at my cell till Romeo comePoor living corse. go with me To Juliet's grave. boy. and the neglecting it May do much danger. Seal'd up the doors. Exit. Yet put it out. Unhappy fortune! By my brotherhood. Going to find a barefoot brother out. John. Verona. must I to the monument alone.I sell thee poison. and would not let us forth. Scene II. John. Of dear import. but full of charge. Laur. to associate me Here in this city visiting the sick. Come. I could not send it. Exeunt. Brother. brother. . Laur. if his mind be writ. then. One of our order. Friar John. Farewell. for there must I use thee. give me his letter. cordial and not poison. A churchyard. John. and stand aloof. Enter Friar John to Friar Laurence. What says Romeo? Or. Get me an iron crow and bring it straight Unto my cell.
His looks I fear. . But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger A precious ring. I'll hide me hereabout. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night To cross my obsequies and true love's rite? What. with tears distill'd by moans. Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth. Par. Page. Sweet flower. Whate'er thou hearest or seest. and therefore came I hither. [aside] For all this same. and be prosperous. Whistle Boy. and his intents I doubt. Bal. Live. stand all aloof And do not interrupt me in my course. [aside] I am almost afraid to stand alone Here in the churchyard.with which grief It is supposed the fair creature diedAnd here is come to do some villanous shame To the dead bodies. Romeo opens the tomb. Bal. Give me those flowers. with a torch? Muffle me. and a crow of iron. awhile. dost return to pry In what I farther shall intend to do. Give me the light. unfirm. a mattock. vile Montague! Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death? Condemned villain. [Retires.a ring that I must use In dear employment. be gone. for thou must die. This is that banish'd haughty Montague That murd'red my love's cousin. Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron. By heaven. thou womb of death. with flowers thy bridal bed I strew (O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones) Which with sweet water nightly I will dew. But if thou. I must indeed. yet I will adventure. The obsequies that I for thee will keep Nightly shall be to strew. I will apprehend him. I will be gone. and not trouble you. Rom. Upon thy life I charge thee. Thou detestable maw. Obey. good fellow. The boy gives warning something doth approach. I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs. and Balthasar with a torch. Rom. Stop thy unhallowed toil. Or. So shalt thou show me friendship.] Par. Do as I bid thee. with digging up of graves) But thou shalt hear it. Whistle then to me. Why I descend into this bed of death Is partly to behold my lady's face. I do apprehend thee. sir. [Retires. and go with me. and farewell. wanting that. take this letter. More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea. jealous. thy grave and weep. go. The time and my intents are savage-wild. Hold.So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread (Being loose. Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open. Take thou that. [Retires. Rom. And in despite I'll cram thee with more food.] Rom. Early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father. As signal that thou hear'st something approach.] Enter Romeo. Therefore hence. night.
Good gentle youth. noble County Paris! What said my man when my betossed soul Did not attend him as we rode? I think He told me Paris should have married Juliet. be gone. tempt not a desp'rate man. O. conjuration And apprehend thee for a felon here. Eyes.] Par. I am slain! If thou be merciful. Stay not. Page. Think upon these gone. In faith. Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee. But not another sin upon my head By urging me to fury. Thou art not conquer'd. how may I Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife! Death. [Lays him in the tomb. take your last embrace! and. 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. For I come hither arm'd against myself. liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O. hearing him talk of Juliet To think it was so? O. I beseech thee. Let them affright thee. be gone! By heaven. Mercutio's kinsman. they fight! I will go call the watch. and hereafter say A madman's mercy bid thee run away. slaught'red youth. Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe That unsubstantial Death is amorous. O you The doors of breath. give me thy hand. by a dead man interr'd. look your last! Arms. And death's pale flag is not advanced there. O. [Exit. And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? For fear of that I still will stay with thee And never from this palace of dim night Depart again. and her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light. Death. lie thou there. Live. For here lies Juliet. I love thee better than myself. seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death! . Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. youth.] How oft when men are at the point of death Have they been merry! which their keepers call A lightning before death. Tybalt. One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave. Par. A grave? O. lay me with Juliet. [Dies. O. here will I remain With worms that are thy chambermaids.] Rom.' Ah. lips. O. boy! They fight. cousin. Open the tomb. O Lord. Fly hence and leave me. I do defy thy. Let me peruse this face. a lanthorn. I will. Rom. dear Juliet. Said he not so? or did I dream it so? Or am I mad. Here. here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath. no. Beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks. Paris falls.
Come. Lady.] O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. O. Fear comes upon me. I'll go alone. What torch is yond that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless skulls? As I discern. Bliss be upon you! Tell me. Bal. good Juliet. for the watch is coming. Romeo! Alack. Who is it? Bal. Come. Full half an hour. Friar. for I will not away. with lanthorn. come from that nest Of death. A greater power than we can contradict Hath thwarted our intents.] Romeo! O. I dare no longer stay. I see. Go. and one that knows you well. Friar. Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead. Friar. come. unsavoury guide! Thou desperate pilot. Stay not to question. contagion. go. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's there? Bal. I dreamt my master and another fought. One that you love. crow. Friar. Bal. pale! Who else? What. Juliet rises. hath been his timeless end. sir. Romeo. holy sir. I'll dispose of thee Among a sisterhood of holy nuns. Falls. Paris too? And steep'd in blood? Ah. As I did sleep under this yew tree here. [Kisses him. come away. Where is my Romeo? Friar. alack. much I fear some ill unthrifty thing. Come. And fearfully did menace me with death If I did stay to look on his intents. Jul. O comfortable friar! where is my lord? I do remember well where I should be. Friar. Jul. Here's one. Come. and left no friendly drop To help me after? I will kiss thy lips. and there's my master. Haply some poison yet doth hang on them To make me die with a restorative. clos'd in my true love's hand? Poison. I hear some noise. now at once run on The dashing rocks thy seasick weary bark! Here's to my love! [Drinks. I dare not. get thee hence. and unnatural sleep. Go with me to the vault. and spade. It burneth in the Capels' monument. It doth so. Stay then. How long hath he been there? Bal. Bal. Friar. And there I am. what blood is this which stains The stony entrance of this sepulchre? What mean these masterless and gory swords To lie discolour'd by this place of peace? [Enters the tomb. What's here? A cup. good my friend. a friend. My master knows not but I am gone hence.] . bitter conduct. O churl! drunk all. And that my master slew him. Thus with a kiss I die. Friar. Enter Friar [Laurence]. what an unkind hour Is guilty of this lamentable chance! The lady stirs. And Paris too. Exit [Friar].
some of you. Prince. Enter [Paris's] Boy and Watch. and all run. where the torch doth burn. there rest. [Exeunt some of the Watch. whoe'er you find attach.Thy lips are warm! Chief Watch. and let me die. She stabs herself and falls [on Romeo's body]. Enter Friar [Laurence] and another Watchman. And Juliet bleeding. But the true ground of all these piteous woes We cannot without circumstance descry. that they so shriek abroad? Wife. Which way? Yea. and slaughter'd Romeo's man.] with Romeo's Man [Balthasar]. tell the Prince. seek. sighs. noise? Then I'll be brief. Chief Watch. [Exeunt others of the Watch. and weeps. and Juliet. This is the place. here lies the County Paris slain. Enter the Prince [and Attendants]. O happy dagger! [Snatches Romeo's dagger. 'the ground is bloody. And it missheathed in my daughter's bosom! Wife. run to the Capulets. boy. And Romeo dead. look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista'en. [within] Lead. That calls our person from our morning rest? Enter Capulet and his Wife [with others]. Here's Romeo's man. With instruments upon them fit to open These dead men's tombs. lo. The people in the street cry 'Romeo. There. We found him in the churchyard. toward our monument. Prince. We took this mattock and this spade from him As he was coming from this churchyard side. warm. for. Prince. Cap. Hold him in safety till the Prince come hither. 3. O me! this sight of death is as a bell . A great suspicion! Stay the friar too. Search. Warm and new kill'd.] We see the ground whereon these woes do lie. Sovereign. dead before. and know how this foul murder comes. With open outcry. Watch.] Pitiful sight! here lies the County slain. and newly dead. his house Is empty on the back of Montague. Cap. What misadventure is so early up. Here is a friar that trembles.] This is thy sheath.' Some 'Juliet. Boy.' and some 'Paris'. Here is a friar. Raise up the Montagues. 2. Chief Watch. Search about the churchyard. Who here hath lain this two days buried. Chief Watch. What fear is this which startles in our ears? Chief Watch. Chief Watch. Enter [some of the Watch. O heavens! O wife. Watch. Go. some others search. Go. What should it be.
Montague. Prince.That warns my old age to a sepulchre. And here I stand. And she. Then comes she to me And with wild looks bid me devise some mean To rid her from this second marriage. Till we can clear these ambiguities And know their spring. Juliet pin'd. and yesternight Return'd my letter back. But he which bore my letter. Or in my cell there would she kill herself. . their head. of this direful murther. But then a noise did scare me from the tomb. my wife is dead to-night! Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath. Bring forth the parties of suspicion. there dead. Mon. Alas. Then gave I her (so tutored by my art) A sleeping potion. O thou untaught! what manners is in this. my liege. and thou shalt see. whose untimely death Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this city. And let mischance be slave to patience. as the time and place Doth make against me. But when I came. their true descent. And she. Betroth'd and would have married her perforce To County Paris. What further woe conspires against mine age? Prince. Meaning to keep her closely at my cell Till I conveniently could send to Romeo. Friar. She wakes. and I entreated her come forth And bear this work of heaven with patience. Then say it once what thou dost know in this. some minute ere the time Of her awaking. Being the time the potion's force should cease. To press before thy father to a grave? Prince. which so took effect As I intended. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while. too desperate. Prince. Enter Montague [and others]. for my short date of breath Is not so long as is a tedious tale. Meantime I writ to Romeo That he should hither come as this dire night To help to take her from her borrowed grave. for it wrought on her The form of death. both to impeach and purge Myself condemned and myself excus'd. that Romeo's faithful wife. and not for Tybalt. here untimely lay The noble Paris and true Romeo dead. for thou art early up To see thy son and heir more early down. Yet most suspected. And then will I be general of your woes And lead you even to death. to remove that siege of grief from her. Romeo. able to do least. For whom. was husband to that Juliet. I will be brief. Look. Come. Then all alone At the prefixed hour of her waking Came I to take her from her kindred's vault. there dead. Friar John. Friar. I am the greatest. Meantime forbear. You. I married them. Mon. and their stol'n marriage day Was Tybalt's doomsday. Was stay'd by accident. would not go with me.
For I will raise her Statue in pure gold. All this I know. All are punish'd. the tidings of her death. This letter doth make good the friar's words. I will look on it. and lie with Juliet. and to the marriage Her nurse is privy. as it seems. Cap. and therewithal Came to this vault to die. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE . He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave. what made your master in this place? Boy. Prince. As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's liePoor sacrifices of our enmity! Prince.. There shall no figure at such rate be set As that of true and faithful Juliet. I brought my master news of Juliet's death. for no more Can I demand.But. Prince. And then in post he came from Mantua To this same place. for winking at you. AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY WITH PERMISSION. did violence on herself. Prince. We still have known thee for a holy man. going in the vault. A glooming peace this morning with it brings. Where is the County's page that rais'd the watch? Sirrah. Give me the letter. That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! And I. And bid me stand aloof. But I can give thee more. Unto the rigour of severest law. some hour before his time. THE END <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY. to this same monument. to have more talk of these sad things. And by-and-by my master drew on him. Where be these enemies? Capulet. O brother Montague. And here he writes that he did buy a poison Of a poor pothecary. Have lost a brace of kinsmen. Mon. discords too. This is my daughter's jointure. For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. And threat'ned me with death. Go hence. This letter he early bid me give his father. and so I did. That whiles Verona by that name is known. let my old life Be sacrific'd. give me thy hand. Cap. Where's Romeo's man? What can he say in this? Bal. Their course of love. and some punished. And then I ran away to call the watch. Exeunt omnes. and if aught in this Miscarried by my fault. Montage. Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb. See what a scourge is laid upon your hate. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. INC. If I departed not and left him there. Some shall be pardon'd.
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