Act 1, Scene 5 (7)
‘Tis she, that villain
Juliet
What man is that which doth enrich the hand
Of yonder lass?
Servingwoman
I know not, ma’am.
Juliet
O, he doth teach the torches to burn bright.
It seems he hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear,
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.
She shows a snowy dove trooping with
crows
As yonder sire o’er his fellows shows.
The measure done, I’ll watch his place of
stand
And, touching, his, make blessed my rude
hand.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it,
sight,
For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.
Tybalt
This by her voice should be a Montague.
Fetch me my rapier, girl. What, dares the
slave
Come hither, covered with an antic face,
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
Now by the stock and honour of my kin,
To strike her dead I hold it not a sin.
Capulet
Why, how now, cousin, wherefore storm
you so?
Tybalt
Lady, this is a Montague, our foe,
A villain that is hither come in spite
To scorn at our solemnity this night.
Capulet
Young Juliet is it?
Tybalt
Juliet.
Lady Capulet
Content thee, gentle coz, let her alone.
‘A bears her like a portly maiden
And, to say truth, Verona brags of her
To be a virtuous and well-governed youth.
I would not for the wealth of all this town
Here in my house do her disparagement.
Therefore be patient, take no note of her.
It is my will, the which if thou respect,
Show a fair presence and put off these
frowns,
An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
Tybalt
It fits when such a villain is a guest.
I’ll not endure her.
Lady Capulet
She shall be endured.
What, good lady, I say she shall, go to!
Am I the master here or you? Go to!
You’ll not endure her? God shall mend my
soul,
You’ll make a mutiny among my guests,
You will set cock-a-hoop, you’ll be the lass!
Tybalt
Why, lady, ‘tis a shame.
Lady Capulet
Go to, go to.
You are a saucy girl. Is’t so indeed?
This trick may chance to scathe you, I know
what.
You must contrary me!—Marry, ‘tis time,
Well said, my hearts.—You are a princox,
go,
Be quiet, or—More light, more light!—For
shame,
I’ll make you quiet.—What, cheerly, my
hearts!
Tybalt
Patience perforce with willful choler Romeo
meeting. Then have my lips the sin that they have
Makes me flesh tremble in their different took.
greeting.
I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall, Juliet
Now seeming sweet, convert to bitt’rest gall. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again. You kiss by th’ book.
Juliet
If I profane with my unworthiest hand Nurse
This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: Sire, your mother craves a word with you.
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender Juliet
kiss. What is his mother?

Romeo
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too
much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this,
For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands
do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.
Nurse
Marry, bachelor,
His mother is the lady of the house,
And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous.
I nursed her son that you had talked withal,
I tell you, she that can lay hold of him
Shall have the chinks.

Juliet Juliet
Have not saints lips and holy palmers too? Is he a Capulet?
O dear account! My life is in my foe’s debt.
Romeo
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in Benvolia
prayer. Away, be gone, the sport is at the best.

Juliet Juliet
O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands Ay, so I fear: the more is my unrest.
do…
They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to Lady Capulet
despair. Nay, good women, prepare not to be gone;
We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
Romeo Is it e’en so? Whe then, I thank you all.
Saints do not move, though grant for I thank you, honest young ladies, good
prayers’ sake. night.
More torches here! Come on then, let’s to
Juliet bed.
Then move not while my prayer’s effect I Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late.
take. I’ll to my rest.
[Kisses him]
Thus from my lips by thine my sin is [Exeunt all but Romeo and Nurse]
purged.
Romeo Nurse
Come hither, Nurse. What is yond gentle Come, let’s away, the strangers are all gone.
maid?

Nurse
The female heir of old Tiberio.

Romeo
What’s she that now is going out of door?

Nurse
Marry, that I think be young Petruchia.

Romeo
What’s she that follows here, that would not
dance?

Nurse
I know not.

Romeo
Go ask her name. If she be married,
My grave is like to be my wedding bed.

Nurse [Returning]
Her name is Juliet, and a Montague,
The only heir of your great enemy.

Romeo
My only love sprung from my only hate,
Too early seen unknown, and known too
late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me
That I must love a loathed enemy.

Nurse
What’s tis, what’s tis?

Romeo
A rhyme I learnt even
now
Of one I dance withal.
[someone calls for Romeo]
Anon, anon!