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ACT I
PROLOGUE

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

SCENE I. Verona. A public place.

Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers

SAMPSON

Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.

GREGORY

No, for then we should be colliers.

SAMPSON

I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.

GREGORY

Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.

SAMPSON

I strike quickly, being moved.

GREGORY

But thou art not quickly moved to strike.

SAMPSON

A dog of the house of Montague moves me.

GREGORY

To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:
therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.

SAMPSON

A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will
take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.

GREGORY

That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes
to the wall.

SAMPSON

True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels,
are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push
Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids
to the wall.

GREGORY

The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.

SAMPSON

'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I
have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the
maids, and cut off their heads.

GREGORY

The heads of the maids?

SAMPSON

Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;
take it in what sense thou wilt.

GREGORY

They must take it in sense that feel it.

SAMPSON

Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and
'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.

GREGORY

'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou
hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes
two of the house of the Montagues.

SAMPSON

My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.

GREGORY

How! turn thy back and run?

SAMPSON

Fear me not.

GREGORY

No, marry; I fear thee!

SAMPSON

Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.

GREGORY

I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as
they list.

SAMPSON

Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;
which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.

Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR

ABRAHAM

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

SAMPSON

I do bite my thumb, sir.

ABRAHAM

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

SAMPSON

[Aside to GREGORY] Is the law of our side, if I say
ay?

GREGORY

No.

SAMPSON

No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I
bite my thumb, sir.

GREGORY

Do you quarrel, sir?

ABRAHAM

Quarrel sir! no, sir.

SAMPSON

If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.

ABRAHAM

No better.

SAMPSON

Well, sir.

GREGORY

Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen.

SAMPSON

Yes, better, sir.

ABRAHAM

You lie.

SAMPSON

Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.

They fight

Enter BENVOLIO

BENVOLIO

Part, fools!
Put up your swords; you know not what you do.

Beats down their swords

Enter TYBALT

TYBALT

What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.

BENVOLIO

I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,
Or manage it to part these men with me.

TYBALT

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, several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs

First Citizen

Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!
Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!

Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY CAPULET

CAPULET

What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!

LADY CAPULET

A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?

CAPULET

My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,
And flourishes his blade in spite of me.

Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE

MONTAGUE

Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go.

LADY MONTAGUE

Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.

Enter PRINCE, with Attendants

PRINCE

Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--
Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
With purple fountains issuing from your veins,
On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the 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,
Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:
If ever you disturb our streets again,
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
For this time, all the rest depart away:
You Capulet; shall go along with me:
And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
To know our further pleasure in this case,
To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.

Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO

MONTAGUE

Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?

BENVOLIO

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 prepared,
Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,
He swung about his head and cut the winds,
Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:
While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
Came more and more and fought on part and part,
Till the prince came, who parted either part.

LADY MONTAGUE

O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?
Right glad I am he was not at this fray.

BENVOLIO

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,
That most are busied when they're most alone,
Pursued my humour not pursuing his,
And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.

MONTAGUE

Many a morning hath he there been seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Should in the furthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
Away from the light steals home my heavy son,
And private in his chamber pens himself,
Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out
And makes himself an artificial night:
Black and portentous must this humour prove,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

BENVOLIO

My noble uncle, do you know the cause?

MONTAGUE

I neither know it nor can learn of him.

BENVOLIO

Have you importuned him by any means?

MONTAGUE

Both by myself and many other friends:
But he, his own affections' counsellor,
Is to himself--I will not say how true--
But to himself so secret and so close,
So far from sounding and discovery,
As is the bud bit with an envious 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

BENVOLIO

See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;
I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.

MONTAGUE

I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,
To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.

Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE

BENVOLIO

Good-morrow, cousin.

ROMEO

Is the day so young?

BENVOLIO

But new struck nine.

ROMEO

Ay me! sad hours seem long.
Was that my father that went hence so fast?

BENVOLIO

It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?

ROMEO

Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

BENVOLIO

In love?

ROMEO

Out--

BENVOLIO

Of love?

ROMEO

Out of her favour, where I am in love.

BENVOLIO

Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!

ROMEO

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 any thing, of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,
sick health!
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Dost thou not laugh?

BENVOLIO

No, coz, I rather weep.

ROMEO

Good heart, at what?

BENVOLIO

At thy good heart's oppression.

ROMEO

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 raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, 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.

BENVOLIO

Soft! I will go along;
An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

ROMEO

Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;
This is not Romeo, he's some other where.

BENVOLIO

Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.

ROMEO

What, shall I groan and tell thee?

BENVOLIO

Groan! why, no.
But sadly tell me who.

ROMEO

Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:
Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.

BENVOLIO

I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.

ROMEO

A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.

BENVOLIO

A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.

ROMEO

Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit
With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;
And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.
She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:
O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,
That when she dies with beauty dies her store.

BENVOLIO

Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?

ROMEO

She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,
For beauty starved with her severity
Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,
To merit bliss by making me despair:
She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow
Do I live dead that live to tell it now.

BENVOLIO

Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.

ROMEO

O, teach me how I should forget to think.

BENVOLIO

By giving liberty unto thine eyes;
Examine other beauties.

ROMEO

'Tis the way
To call hers exquisite, in question more:
These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows
Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
What doth her beauty serve, but as a note
Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.

BENVOLIO

I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.

Exeunt

SCENE II. A street.

Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant

CAPULET

But Montague is bound as well as I,
In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,
For men so old as we to keep the peace.

PARIS

Of honourable reckoning are you both;
And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.
But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?

CAPULET

But saying o'er what I have said before:
My child is yet a stranger in the world;
She hath not seen the change of fourteen years,
Let two more summers wither in their pride,
Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.

PARIS

Younger than she are happy mothers made.

CAPULET

And too soon marr'd are those so early made.
The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,
She is the hopeful lady of my earth:
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,
My will to her consent is but a part;
An she agree, within her scope of choice
Lies my consent and fair according voice.
This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,
Whereto I have invited many a guest,
Such as I love; and you, among the store,
One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
At my poor house look to behold this night
Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:
Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
When well-apparell'd April on the heel
Of limping winter treads, even such delight
Among fresh female buds shall you this night
Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,
And like her most whose merit most shall be:
Which on more view, of many mine being one
May stand in number, though in reckoning none,
Come, go with me.

To Servant, giving a paper
Go, sirrah, trudge about
Through fair Verona; find those persons out
Whose names are written there, and to them say,
My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.

Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS

Servant

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, the fisher with
his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am
sent to find those persons whose names are here
writ, and can never find what names the writing
person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time.

Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO

BENVOLIO

Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
One desperate grief cures with another's languish:
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
And the rank poison of the old will die.

ROMEO

Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.

BENVOLIO

For what, I pray thee?

ROMEO

For your broken shin.

BENVOLIO

Why, Romeo, art thou mad?

ROMEO

Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is;
Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow.

Servant

God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?

ROMEO

Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.

Servant

Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I
pray, can you read any thing you see?

ROMEO

Ay, if I know the letters and the language.

Servant

Ye say honestly: rest you merry!

ROMEO

Stay, fellow; I can read.

Reads
'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;
County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady
widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely
nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine
uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece
Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin
Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair
assembly: whither should they come?

Servant

Up.

ROMEO

Whither?

Servant

To supper; to our house.

ROMEO

Whose house?

Servant

My master's.

ROMEO

Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.

Servant

Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the
great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house
of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.
Rest you merry!

Exit

BENVOLIO

At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,
With all the admired beauties of Verona:
Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,
Compare her face with some that I shall show,
And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

ROMEO

When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;
And these, who often drown'd could never die,
Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun
Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

BENVOLIO

Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,
Herself poised with herself in either eye:
But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd
Your lady's love against some other maid
That I will show you shining at this feast,
And she shall scant show well that now shows best.

ROMEO

I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,
But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.

Exeunt

SCENE III. A room in Capulet's house.

Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse

LADY CAPULET

Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.

Nurse

Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,
I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!
God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!

Enter JULIET

JULIET

How now! who calls?

Nurse

Your mother.

JULIET

Madam, I am here.
What is your will?

LADY CAPULET

This is the matter:--Nurse, give leave awhile,
We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again;
I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.
Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.

Nurse

Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.

LADY CAPULET

She's not fourteen.

Nurse

I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,--
And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four--
She is not fourteen. How long is it now
To Lammas-tide?

LADY CAPULET

A fortnight and odd days.

Nurse

Even or odd, of all days in the year,
Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.
Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!--
Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;
She was too good for me: but, as I said,
On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;
That shall she, marry; I remember it well.
'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;
And she was wean'd,--I never shall forget it,--
Of all the days of the year, upon that day:
For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,
Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;
My lord and you were then at Mantua:--
Nay, I do bear a brain:--but, as I said,
When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple
Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,
To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug!
Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,
To bid me trudge:
And since that time it is eleven years;
For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,
She could have run and waddled all about;
For even the day before, she broke her brow:
And then my husband--God be with his soul!
A' was a merry man--took up the child:
'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?
Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;
Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame,
The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'
To see, now, how a jest shall come about!
I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,
I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he;
And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'

LADY CAPULET

Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.

Nurse

Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,
To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'
And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow
A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;
A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly:
'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face?
Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;
Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'

JULIET

And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.

Nurse

Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed:
An I might live to see thee married once,
I have my wish.

LADY CAPULET

Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme
I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
How stands your disposition to be married?

JULIET

It is an honour that I dream not of.

Nurse

An honour! were not I thine only nurse,
I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.

LADY CAPULET

Well, think of marriage now; younger than you,
Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
Are made already mothers: by my count,
I was your mother much upon these years
That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:
The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.

Nurse

A man, young lady! lady, such a man
As all the world--why, he's a man of wax.

LADY CAPULET

Verona's summer hath not such a flower.

Nurse

Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.

LADY CAPULET

What say you? can you love the gentleman?
This night you shall behold him at our feast;
Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,
And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;
Examine every married lineament,
And see how one another lends content
And what obscured in this fair volume lies
Find written in the margent of his eyes.
This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
To beautify him, only lacks a cover:
The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride
For fair without the fair within to hide:
That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;
So shall you share all that he doth possess,
By having him, making yourself no less.

Nurse

No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men.

LADY CAPULET

Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?

JULIET

I'll look to like, if looking liking move:
But no more deep will I endart mine eye
Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.

Enter a Servant

Servant

Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you
called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in
the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must
hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.

LADY CAPULET

We follow thee.

Exit Servant
Juliet, the county stays.

Nurse

Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.

Exeunt

SCENE IV. A street.

Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others

ROMEO

What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
Or shall we on without a apology?

BENVOLIO

The date is out of such prolixity:
We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,
Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;
Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke
After the prompter, for our entrance:
But let them measure us by what they will;
We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.

ROMEO

Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling;
Being but heavy, I will bear the light.

MERCUTIO

Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.

ROMEO

Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes
With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead
So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

MERCUTIO

You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,
And soar with them above a common bound.

ROMEO

I am too sore enpierced with his shaft
To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,
I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:
Under love's heavy burden do I sink.

MERCUTIO

And, to sink in it, should you burden love;
Too great oppression for a tender thing.

ROMEO

Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

MERCUTIO

If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
Give me a case to put my visage in:
A visor for a visor! what care I
What curious eye doth quote deformities?
Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.

BENVOLIO

Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in,
But every man betake him to his legs.

ROMEO

A torch for me: let wantons light of heart
Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels,
For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase;
I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.
The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.

MERCUTIO

Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:
If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st
Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!

ROMEO

Nay, that's not so.

MERCUTIO

I mean, sir, in delay
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits
Five times in that ere once in our five wits.

ROMEO

And we mean well in going to this mask;
But 'tis no wit to go.

MERCUTIO

Why, may one ask?

ROMEO

I dream'd a dream to-night.

MERCUTIO

And so did I.

ROMEO

Well, what was yours?

MERCUTIO

That dreamers often lie.

ROMEO

In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.

MERCUTIO

O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;
Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs,
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
The traces of the smallest spider's web,
The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,
Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,
Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,
Not so big as a round little worm
Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight,
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees,
O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:
Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail
Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep,
Then dreams, he of another benefice:
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
That plats the manes of horses in the night,
And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
That presses them and learns them first to bear,
Making them women of good carriage:
This is she--

ROMEO

Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!
Thou talk'st of nothing.

MERCUTIO

True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
Which is as thin of substance as the air
And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes
Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.

BENVOLIO

This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves;
Supper is done, and we shall come too late.

ROMEO

I fear, too early: for my mind misgives
Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night's revels and expire the term
Of a despised life closed in my breast
By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
But He, that hath the steerage of my course,
Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.

BENVOLIO

Strike, drum.

Exeunt

SCENE V. A hall in Capulet's house.

Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkins

First Servant

Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He
shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!

Second Servant

When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's
hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.

First Servant

Away with the joint-stools, remove the
court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save
me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let
the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.
Antony, and Potpan!

Second Servant

Ay, boy, ready.

First Servant

You are looked for and called for, asked for and
sought for, in the great chamber.

Second Servant

We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be
brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.

Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers

CAPULET

Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes
Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you.
Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all
Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,
She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?
Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day
That I have worn a visor and could tell
A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone:
You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play.
A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.

Music plays, and they dance
More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,
And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.
Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;
For you and I are past our dancing days:
How long is't now since last yourself and I
Were in a mask?

Second Capulet

By'r lady, thirty years.

CAPULET

What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much:
'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,
Come pentecost as quickly as it will,
Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.

Second Capulet

'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir;
His son is thirty.

CAPULET

Will you tell me that?
His son was but a ward two years ago.

ROMEO

[To a Servingman] What lady is that, which doth
enrich the hand
Of yonder knight?

Servant

I know not, sir.

ROMEO

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

TYBALT

This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave
Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.

CAPULET

Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?

TYBALT

Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,
A villain that is hither come in spite,
To scorn at our solemnity this night.

CAPULET

Young Romeo is it?

TYBALT

'Tis he, that villain Romeo.

CAPULET

Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;
He bears him like a portly gentleman;
And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:
I would not for the wealth of all the town
Here in my house do him disparagement:
Therefore be patient, take no note of him:
It is my will, the which if thou respect,
Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,
And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.

TYBALT

It fits, when such a villain is a guest:
I'll not endure him.

CAPULET

He shall be endured:
What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;
Am I the master here, or you? go to.
You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!
You'll make a mutiny among my guests!
You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!

TYBALT

Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.

CAPULET

Go to, go to;
You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed?
This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what:
You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time.
Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:
Be quiet, or--More light, more light! For shame!
I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!

TYBALT

Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall
Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.

Exit

ROMEO

[To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

JULIET

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.

ROMEO

Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

JULIET

Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

ROMEO

O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

JULIET

Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.

ROMEO

Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.

JULIET

Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

ROMEO

Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again.

JULIET

You kiss by the book.

Nurse

Madam, your mother craves a word with you.

ROMEO

What is her mother?

Nurse

Marry, bachelor,
Her mother is the lady of the house,
And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous
I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal;
I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
Shall have the chinks.

ROMEO

Is she a Capulet?
O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.

BENVOLIO

Away, begone; the sport is at the best.

ROMEO

Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.

CAPULET

Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;
We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
Is it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all
I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.
More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed.
Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late:
I'll to my rest.

Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse

JULIET

Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?

Nurse

The son and heir of old Tiberio.

JULIET

What's he that now is going out of door?

Nurse

Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.

JULIET

What's he that follows there, that would not dance?

Nurse

I know not.

JULIET

Go ask his name: if he be married.
My grave is like to be my wedding bed.

Nurse

His name is Romeo, and a Montague;
The only son of your great enemy.

JULIET

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 this? what's this?

JULIET

A rhyme I learn'd even now
Of one I danced withal.

One calls within 'Juliet.'

Nurse

Anon, anon!
Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.

Exeunt

ACT II
PROLOGUE

Enter Chorus

Chorus

Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
And young affection gapes to be his heir;
That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,
With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.
Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,
Alike betwitched by the charm of looks,
But to his foe supposed he must complain,
And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:
Being held a foe, he may not have access
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
And she as much in love, her means much less
To meet her new-beloved any where:
But passion lends them power, time means, to meet
Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.

Exit

SCENE I. A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard.

Enter ROMEO

ROMEO

Can I go forward when my heart is here?
Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.

He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it

Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO

BENVOLIO

Romeo! my cousin Romeo!

MERCUTIO

He is wise;
And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed.

BENVOLIO

He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:
Call, good Mercutio.

MERCUTIO

Nay, I'll conjure too.
Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!
Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh:
Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;
Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;'
Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
One nick-name for her purblind son and heir,
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,
When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!
He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;
The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.
I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,
By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh
And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
That in thy likeness thou appear to us!

BENVOLIO

And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.

MERCUTIO

This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him
To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle
Of some strange nature, letting it there stand
Till she had laid it and conjured it down;
That were some spite: my invocation
Is fair and honest, and in his mistres s' name
I conjure only but to raise up him.

BENVOLIO

Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,
To be consorted with the humorous night:
Blind is his love and best befits the dark.

MERCUTIO

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
Now will he sit under a medlar tree,
And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit
As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.
Romeo, that she were, O, that she were
An open et caetera, thou a poperin pear!
Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed;
This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:
Come, shall we go?

BENVOLIO

Go, then; for 'tis in vain
To seek him here that means not to be found.

Exeunt

SCENE II. Capulet's orchard.

Enter ROMEO

ROMEO

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

JULIET appears above at a window
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

JULIET

Ay me!

ROMEO

She speaks:
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.

JULIET

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

ROMEO

[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

JULIET

'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.

ROMEO

I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

JULIET

What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
So stumblest on my counsel?

ROMEO

By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee;
Had I it written, I would tear the word.

JULIET

My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?

ROMEO

Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.

JULIET

How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.

ROMEO

With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do that dares love attempt;
Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.

JULIET

If they do see thee, they will murder thee.

ROMEO

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity.

JULIET

I would not for the world they saw thee here.

ROMEO

I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;
And but thou love me, let them find me here:
My life were better ended by their hate,
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.

JULIET

By whose direction found'st thou out this place?

ROMEO

By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,
I would adventure for such merchandise.

JULIET

Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night
Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'
And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries
Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:
But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
My true love's passion: therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered.

ROMEO

Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--

JULIET

O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

ROMEO

What shall I swear by?

JULIET

Do not swear at all;
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee.

ROMEO

If my heart's dear love--

JULIET

Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract to-night:
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast!

ROMEO

O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

JULIET

What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?

ROMEO

The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.

JULIET

I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
And yet I would it were to give again.

ROMEO

Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?

JULIET

But to be frank, and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.

Nurse calls within
I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
Stay but a little, I will come again.

Exit, above

ROMEO

O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
Being in night, all this is but a dream,
Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.

Re-enter JULIET, above

JULIET

Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
If that thy bent of love be honourable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,
By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
And follow thee my lord throughout the world.

Nurse

[Within] Madam!

JULIET

I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well,
I do beseech thee--

Nurse

[Within] Madam!

JULIET

By and by, I come:--
To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:
To-morrow will I send.

ROMEO

So thrive my soul--

JULIET

A thousand times good night!

Exit, above

ROMEO

A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from
their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

Retiring

Re-enter JULIET, above

JULIET

Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,
To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
With repetition of my Romeo's name.

ROMEO

It is my soul that calls upon my name:
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!

JULIET

Romeo!

ROMEO

My dear?

JULIET

At what o'clock to-morrow
Shall I send to thee?

ROMEO

At the hour of nine.

JULIET

I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.
I have forgot why I did call thee back.

ROMEO

Let me stand here till thou remember it.

JULIET

I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
Remembering how I love thy company.

ROMEO

And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Forgetting any other home but this.

JULIET

'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:
And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.

ROMEO

I would I were thy bird.

JULIET

Sweet, so would I:
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night! parting is such
sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Exit above

ROMEO

Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!
Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,
His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.

Exit

SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell.

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE, with a basket

FRIAR LAURENCE

The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light,
And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels
From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels:
Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,
The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry,
I must up-fill this osier cage of ours
With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.
The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb;
What is her burying grave that is her womb,
And from her womb children of divers kind
We sucking on her natural bosom find,
Many for many virtues excellent,
None but for some and yet all different.
O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies
In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:
For nought so vile that on the earth doth live
But to the earth some special good doth give,
Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
And vice sometimes by action dignified.
Within the infant rind of this small flower
Poison hath residence and medicine power:
For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;
Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
Two such opposed kings encamp them still
In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will;
And where the worser is predominant,
Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.

Enter ROMEO

ROMEO

Good morrow, father.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Benedicite!
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
Young son, it argues a distemper'd head
So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain
Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign:
Therefore thy earliness doth me assure
Thou art up-roused by some distemperature;
Or if not so, then here I hit it right,
Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.

ROMEO

That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine.

FRIAR LAURENCE

God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline?

ROMEO

With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;
I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.

FRIAR LAURENCE

That's my good son: but where hast thou been, then?

ROMEO

I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.
I have been feasting with mine enemy,
Where on a sudden one hath wounded me,
That's by me wounded: both our remedies
Within thy help and holy physic lies:
I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo,
My intercession likewise steads my foe.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;
Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.

ROMEO

Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set
On the fair daughter of rich Capulet:
As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;
And all combined, save what thou must combine
By holy marriage: when and where and how
We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow,
I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,
That thou consent to marry us to-day.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,
So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies
Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine
Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!
How much salt water thrown away in waste,
To season love, that of it doth not taste!
The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;
Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet:
If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine,
Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline:
And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then,
Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.

ROMEO

Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.

FRIAR LAURENCE

For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.

ROMEO

And bad'st me bury love.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Not in a grave,
To lay one in, another out to have.

ROMEO

I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now
Doth grace for grace and love for love allow;
The other did not so.

FRIAR LAURENCE

O, she knew well
Thy love did read by rote and could not spell.
But come, young waverer, come, go with me,
In one respect I'll thy assistant be;
For this alliance may so happy prove,
To turn your households' rancour to pure love.

ROMEO

O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.

Exeunt

SCENE IV. A street.

Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO

MERCUTIO

Where the devil should this Romeo be?
Came he not home to-night?

BENVOLIO

Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.

MERCUTIO

Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline.
Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.

BENVOLIO

Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,
Hath sent a letter to his father's house.

MERCUTIO

A challenge, on my life.

BENVOLIO

Romeo will answer it.

MERCUTIO

Any man that can write may answer a letter.

BENVOLIO

Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he
dares, being dared.

MERCUTIO

Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead; stabbed with a
white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a
love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the
blind bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man to
encounter Tybalt?

BENVOLIO

Why, what is Tybalt?

MERCUTIO

More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is
the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as
you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and
proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and
the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk
button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the
very first house, of the first and second cause:
ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the
hai!

BENVOLIO

The what?

MERCUTIO

The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting
fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! 'By Jesu,
a very good blade! a very tall man! a very good
whore!' Why, is not this a lamentable thing,
grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with
these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these
perdona-mi's, who stand so much on the new form,
that they cannot at ease on the old bench? O, their
bones, their bones!

Enter ROMEO

BENVOLIO

Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.

MERCUTIO

Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh,
how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers
that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a
kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to
be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy;
Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey
eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior
Romeo, bon jour! there's a French salutation
to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit
fairly last night.

ROMEO

Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?

MERCUTIO

The ship, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?

ROMEO

Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in
such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.

MERCUTIO

That's as much as to say, such a case as yours
constrains a man to bow in the hams.

ROMEO

Meaning, to court'sy.

MERCUTIO

Thou hast most kindly hit it.

ROMEO

A most courteous exposition.

MERCUTIO

Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.

ROMEO

Pink for flower.

MERCUTIO

Right.

ROMEO

Why, then is my pump well flowered.

MERCUTIO

Well said: follow me this jest now till thou hast
worn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it
is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular.

ROMEO

O single-soled jest, solely singular for the
singleness.

MERCUTIO

Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint.

ROMEO

Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match.

MERCUTIO

Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have
done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of
thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five:
was I with you there for the goose?

ROMEO

Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast
not there for the goose.

MERCUTIO

I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.

ROMEO

Nay, good goose, bite not.

MERCUTIO

Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most
sharp sauce.

ROMEO

And is it not well served in to a sweet goose?

MERCUTIO

O here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an
inch narrow to an ell broad!

ROMEO

I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added
to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.

MERCUTIO

Why, is not this better now than groaning for love?
now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art
thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:
for this drivelling love is like a great natural,
that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole.

BENVOLIO

Stop there, stop there.

MERCUTIO

Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.

BENVOLIO

Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.

MERCUTIO

O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short:
for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and
meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer.

ROMEO

Here's goodly gear!

Enter Nurse and PETER

MERCUTIO

A sail, a sail!

BENVOLIO

Two, two; a shirt and a smock.

Nurse

Peter!

PETER

Anon!

Nurse

My fan, Peter.

MERCUTIO

Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the
fairer face.

Nurse

God ye good morrow, gentlemen.

MERCUTIO

God ye good den, fair gentlewoman.

Nurse

Is it good den?

MERCUTIO

'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the
dial is now upon the prick of noon.

Nurse

Out upon you! what a man are you!

ROMEO

One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to
mar.

Nurse

By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,'
quoth a'? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I
may find the young Romeo?

ROMEO

I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when
you have found him than he was when you sought him:
I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.

Nurse

You say well.

MERCUTIO

Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith;
wisely, wisely.

Nurse

if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with
you.

BENVOLIO

She will indite him to some supper.

MERCUTIO

A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! so ho!

ROMEO

What hast thou found?

MERCUTIO

No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie,
that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.

Sings
An old hare hoar,
And an old hare hoar,
Is very good meat in lent
But a hare that is hoar
Is too much for a score,
When it hoars ere it be spent.
Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll
to dinner, thither.

ROMEO

I will follow you.

MERCUTIO

Farewell, ancient lady; farewell,

Singing
'lady, lady, lady.'

Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO

Nurse

Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucy
merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?

ROMEO

A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk,
and will speak more in a minute than he will stand
to in a month.

Nurse

An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him
down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such
Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall.
Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am
none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by
too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?

PETER

I saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weapon
should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare
draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a
good quarrel, and the law on my side.

Nurse

Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about
me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word:
and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you
out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself:
but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into
a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross
kind of behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman
is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double
with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered
to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.

ROMEO

Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I
protest unto thee--

Nurse

Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much:
Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman.

ROMEO

What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me.

Nurse

I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as
I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.

ROMEO

Bid her devise
Some means to come to shrift this afternoon;
And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell
Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains.

Nurse

No truly sir; not a penny.

ROMEO

Go to; I say you shall.

Nurse

This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there.

ROMEO

And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall:
Within this hour my man shall be with thee
And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair;
Which to the high top-gallant of my joy
Must be my convoy in the secret night.
Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains:
Farewell; commend me to thy mistress.

Nurse

Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir.

ROMEO

What say'st thou, my dear nurse?

Nurse

Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say,
Two may keep counsel, putting one away?

ROMEO

I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel.

NURSE

Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady--Lord,
Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing:--O, there
is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain
lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief
see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her
sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer
man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks
as pale as any clout in the versal world. Doth not
rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?

ROMEO

Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R.

Nurse

Ah. mocker! that's the dog's name; R is for
the--No; I know it begins with some other
letter:--and she hath the prettiest sententious of
it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good
to hear it.

ROMEO

Commend me to thy lady.

Nurse

Ay, a thousand times.

Exit Romeo
Peter!

PETER

Anon!

Nurse

Peter, take my fan, and go before and apace.

Exeunt

SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.

Enter JULIET

JULIET

The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;
In half an hour she promised to return.
Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so.
O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
Driving back shadows over louring hills:
Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve
Is three long hours, yet she is not come.
Had she affections and warm youthful blood,
She would be as swift in motion as a ball;
My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
And his to me:
But old folks, many feign as they were dead;
Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
O God, she comes!

Enter Nurse and PETER
O honey nurse, what news?
Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.

Nurse

Peter, stay at the gate.

Exit PETER

JULIET

Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad?
Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;
If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news
By playing it to me with so sour a face.

Nurse

I am a-weary, give me leave awhile:
Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had!

JULIET

I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news:
Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak.

Nurse

Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile?
Do you not see that I am out of breath?

JULIET

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.
Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that;
Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:
Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad?

Nurse

Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not
how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his
face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels
all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body,
though they be not to be talked on, yet they are
past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy,
but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy
ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home?

JULIET

No, no: but all this did I know before.
What says he of our marriage? what of that?

Nurse

Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I!
It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
My back o' t' other side,--O, my back, my back!
Beshrew your heart for sending me about,
To catch my death with jaunting up and down!

JULIET

I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.
Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?

Nurse

Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a
courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I
warrant, a virtuous,--Where is your mother?

JULIET

Where is my mother! why, she is within;
Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest!
'Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
Where is your mother?'

Nurse

O God's lady dear!
Are you so hot? marry, come up, I trow;
Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
Henceforward do your messages yourself.

JULIET

Here's such a coil! come, what says Romeo?

Nurse

Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?

JULIET

I have.

Nurse

Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell;
There stays a husband to make you a wife:
Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.
Hie you to church; I must another way,
To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark:
I am the drudge and toil in your delight,
But you shall bear the burden soon at night.
Go; I'll to dinner: hie you to the cell.

JULIET

Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell.

Exeunt

SCENE VI. Friar Laurence's cell.

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO

FRIAR LAURENCE

So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
That after hours with sorrow chide us not!

ROMEO

Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
That one short minute gives me in her sight:
Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
Then love-devouring death do what he dare;
It is enough I may but call her mine.

FRIAR LAURENCE

These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite:
Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

Enter JULIET
Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint:
A lover may bestride the gossamer
That idles in the wanton summer air,
And yet not fall; so light is vanity.

JULIET

Good even to my ghostly confessor.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.

JULIET

As much to him, else is his thanks too much.

ROMEO

Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more
To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue
Unfold the imagined happiness that both
Receive in either by this dear encounter.

JULIET

Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
Brags of his substance, not of ornament:
They are but beggars that can count their worth;
But my true love is grown to such excess
I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Come, come with me, and we will make short work;
For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone
Till holy church incorporate two in one.

Exeunt

ACT III
SCENE I. A public place.

Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants

BENVOLIO

I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,
And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;
For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.

MERCUTIO

Thou art like one of those fellows that when he
enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword
upon the table and says 'God send me no need of
thee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws
it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.

BENVOLIO

Am I like such a fellow?

MERCUTIO

Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as
any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as
soon moody to be moved.

BENVOLIO

And what to?

MERCUTIO

Nay, an there were two such, we should have none
shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why,
thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more,
or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou
wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no
other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what
eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?
Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of
meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as
an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a
man for coughing in the street, because he hath
wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun:
didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing
his new doublet before Easter? with another, for
tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou
wilt tutor me from quarrelling!

BENVOLIO

An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man
should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.

MERCUTIO

The fee-simple! O simple!

BENVOLIO

By my head, here come the Capulets.

MERCUTIO

By my heel, I care not.

Enter TYBALT and others

TYBALT

Follow me close, for I will speak to them.
Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.

MERCUTIO

And but one word with one of us? couple it with
something; make it a word and a blow.

TYBALT

You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you
will give me occasion.

MERCUTIO

Could you not take some occasion without giving?

TYBALT

Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,--

MERCUTIO

Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an
thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but
discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall
make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!

BENVOLIO

We talk here in the public haunt of men:
Either withdraw unto some private place,
And reason coldly of your grievances,
Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.

MERCUTIO

Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;
I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.

Enter ROMEO

TYBALT

Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.

MERCUTIO

But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery:
Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower;
Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.'

TYBALT

Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford
No better term than this,--thou art a villain.

ROMEO

Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
To such a greeting: villain am I none;
Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.

TYBALT

Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.

ROMEO

I do protest, I never injured thee,
But love thee better than thou canst devise,
Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:
And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender
As dearly as my own,--be satisfied.

MERCUTIO

O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!
Alla stoccata carries it away.

Draws
Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?

TYBALT

What wouldst thou have with me?

MERCUTIO

Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine
lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you
shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the
eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher
by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your
ears ere it be out.

TYBALT

I am for you.

Drawing

ROMEO

Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

MERCUTIO

Come, sir, your passado.

They fight

ROMEO

Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.
Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage!
Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath
Forbidden bandying in Verona streets:
Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio!

TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies with his followers

MERCUTIO

I am hurt.
A plague o' both your houses! I am sped.
Is he gone, and hath nothing?

BENVOLIO

What, art thou hurt?

MERCUTIO

Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.
Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

Exit Page

ROMEO

Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.

MERCUTIO

No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a
church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for
me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I
am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o'
both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a
cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a
rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of
arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I
was hurt under your arm.

ROMEO

I thought all for the best.

MERCUTIO

Help me into some house, Benvolio,
Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses!
They have made worms' meat of me: I have it,
And soundly too: your houses!

Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO

ROMEO

This gentleman, the prince's near ally,
My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
In my behalf; my reputation stain'd
With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour
Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet,
Thy beauty hath made me effeminate
And in my temper soften'd valour's steel!

Re-enter BENVOLIO

BENVOLIO

O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!
That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,
Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.

ROMEO

This day's black fate on more days doth depend;
This but begins the woe, others must end.

BENVOLIO

Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.

ROMEO

Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!
Away to heaven, respective lenity,
And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!

Re-enter TYBALT
Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,
That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul
Is but a little way above our heads,
Staying for thine to keep him company:
Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.

TYBALT

Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
Shalt with him hence.

ROMEO

This shall determine that.

They fight; TYBALT falls

BENVOLIO

Romeo, away, be gone!
The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.
Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death,
If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!

ROMEO

O, I am fortune's fool!

BENVOLIO

Why dost thou stay?

Exit ROMEO

Enter Citizens, & c

First Citizen

Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?
Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?

BENVOLIO

There lies that Tybalt.

First Citizen

Up, sir, go with me;
I charge thee in the princes name, obey.

Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives, and others

PRINCE

Where are the vile beginners of this fray?

BENVOLIO

O noble prince, I can discover all
The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:
There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,
That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.

LADY CAPULET

Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child!
O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt
O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,
For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.
O cousin, cousin!

PRINCE

Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?

BENVOLIO

Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;
Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink
How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal
Your high displeasure: all this uttered
With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,
Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts
With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast,
Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point,
And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats
Cold death aside, and with the other sends
It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity,
Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,
'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than
his tongue,
His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm
An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;
But by and by comes back to Romeo,
Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,
And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I
Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain.
And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.
This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.

LADY CAPULET

He is a kinsman to the Montague;
Affection makes him false; he speaks not true:
Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,
And all those twenty could but kill one life.
I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;
Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.

PRINCE

Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?

MONTAGUE

Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend;
His fault concludes but what the law should end,
The life of Tybalt.

PRINCE

And for that offence
Immediately we do exile him hence:
I have an interest in your hate's proceeding,
My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;
But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine
That you shall all repent the loss of mine:
I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;
Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses:
Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste,
Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.
Bear hence this body and attend our will:
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

Exeunt

SCENE II. Capulet's orchard.

Enter JULIET

JULIET

Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner
As Phaethon would whip you to the west,
And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,
That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo
Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.
Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,
It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,
Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
And learn me how to lose a winning match,
Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:
Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,
With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold,
Think true love acted simple modesty.
Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold,
Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child that hath new robes
And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,
And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks
But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.

Enter Nurse, with cords
Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords
That Romeo bid thee fetch?

Nurse

Ay, ay, the cords.

Throws them down

JULIET

Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?

Nurse

Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead!
We are undone, lady, we are undone!
Alack the day! he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead!

JULIET

Can heaven be so envious?

Nurse

Romeo can,
Though heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo!
Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!

JULIET

What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?
This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but 'I,'
And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more
Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice:
I am not I, if there be such an I;
Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.'
If he be slain, say 'I'; or if not, no:
Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe.

Nurse

I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,--
God save the mark!--here on his manly breast:
A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;
Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,
All in gore-blood; I swounded at the sight.

JULIET

O, break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once!
To prison, eyes, ne'er look on liberty!
Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here;
And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!

Nurse

O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!
O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!
That ever I should live to see thee dead!

JULIET

What storm is this that blows so contrary?
Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead?
My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord?
Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!
For who is living, if those two are gone?

Nurse

Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;
Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.

JULIET

O God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?

Nurse

It did, it did; alas the day, it did!

JULIET

O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb!
Despised substance of divinest show!
Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,
A damned saint, an honourable villain!
O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell,
When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend
In moral paradise of such sweet flesh?
Was ever book containing such vile matter
So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell
In such a gorgeous palace!

Nurse

There's no trust,
No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured,
All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.
Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitae:
These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.
Shame come to Romeo!

JULIET

Blister'd be thy tongue
For such a wish! he was not born to shame:
Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit;
For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd
Sole monarch of the universal earth.
O, what a beast was I to chide at him!

Nurse

Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?

JULIET

Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,
When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?
But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?
That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband:
Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;
Your tributary drops belong to woe,
Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.
My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain;
And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband:
All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?
Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death,
That murder'd me: I would forget it fain;
But, O, it presses to my memory,
Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds:
'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo--banished;'
That 'banished,' that one word 'banished,'
Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death
Was woe enough, if it had ended there:
Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship
And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,
Why follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,'
Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,
Which modern lamentations might have moved?
But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death,
'Romeo is banished,' to speak that word,
Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banished!'
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.
Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?

Nurse

Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:
Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.

JULIET

Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent,
When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.
Take up those cords: poor ropes, you are beguiled,
Both you and I; for Romeo is exiled:
He made you for a highway to my bed;
But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.
Come, cords, come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed;
And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!

Nurse

Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo
To comfort you: I wot well where he is.
Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night:
I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell.

JULIET

O, find him! give this ring to my true knight,
And bid him come to take his last farewell.

Exeunt

SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell.

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE

FRIAR LAURENCE

Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man:
Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.

Enter ROMEO

ROMEO

Father, what news? what is the prince's doom?
What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,
That I yet know not?

FRIAR LAURENCE

Too familiar
Is my dear son with such sour company:
I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.

ROMEO

What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom?

FRIAR LAURENCE

A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips,
Not body's death, but body's banishment.

ROMEO

Ha, banishment! be merciful, say 'death;'
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more than death: do not say 'banishment.'

FRIAR LAURENCE

Hence from Verona art thou banished:
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

ROMEO

There is no world without Verona walls,
But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
Hence-banished is banish'd from the world,
And world's exile is death: then banished,
Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment,
Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe,
And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.

FRIAR LAURENCE

O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince,
Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,
And turn'd that black word death to banishment:
This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.

ROMEO

'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,
Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog
And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
Live here in heaven and may look on her;
But Romeo may not: more validity,
More honourable state, more courtship lives
In carrion-flies than Romeo: they my seize
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand
And steal immortal blessing from her lips,
Who even in pure and vestal modesty,
Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;
But Romeo may not; he is banished:
Flies may do this, but I from this must fly:
They are free men, but I am banished.
And say'st thou yet that exile is not death?
Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife,
No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,
But 'banished' to kill me?--'banished'?
O friar, the damned use that word in hell;
Howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart,
Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,
To mangle me with that word 'banished'?

FRIAR LAURENCE

Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.

ROMEO

O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.

FRIAR LAURENCE

I'll give thee armour to keep off that word:
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
To comfort thee, though thou art banished.

ROMEO

Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy!
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom,
It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more.

FRIAR LAURENCE

O, then I see that madmen have no ears.

ROMEO

How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?

FRIAR LAURENCE

Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.

ROMEO

Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:
Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,
Doting like me and like me banished,
Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,
And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
Taking the measure of an unmade grave.

Knocking within

FRIAR LAURENCE

Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.

ROMEO

Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans,
Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes.

Knocking

FRIAR LAURENCE

Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, arise;
Thou wilt be taken. Stay awhile! Stand up;

Knocking
Run to my study. By and by! God's will,
What simpleness is this! I come, I come!

Knocking
Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will?

Nurse

[Within] Let me come in, and you shall know
my errand;
I come from Lady Juliet.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Welcome, then.

Enter Nurse

Nurse

O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,
Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo?

FRIAR LAURENCE

There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.

Nurse

O, he is even in my mistress' case,
Just in her case! O woful sympathy!
Piteous predicament! Even so lies she,
Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.
Stand up, stand up; stand, and you be a man:
For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;
Why should you fall into so deep an O?

ROMEO

Nurse!

Nurse

Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death's the end of all.

ROMEO

Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her?
Doth she not think me an old murderer,
Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy
With blood removed 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

O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;
And now falls on her bed; and then starts up,
And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,
And then down falls again.

ROMEO

As if that name,
Shot from the deadly level of a gun,
Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand
Murder'd her kinsman. O, tell me, friar, tell me,
In what vile part of this anatomy
Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack
The hateful mansion.

Drawing his sword

FRIAR LAURENCE

Hold thy desperate hand:
Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art:
Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote
The unreasonable fury of a beast:
Unseemly woman in a seeming man!
Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!
Thou hast amazed me: by my holy order,
I thought thy disposition better temper'd.
Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?
And stay thy lady too that lives in thee,
By doing damned hate upon thyself?
Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth?
Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet
In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose.
Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit;
Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all,
And usest none in that true use indeed
Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit:
Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,
Digressing from the valour of a man;
Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury,
Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish;
Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
Misshapen in the conduct of them both,
Like powder in a skitless soldier's flask,
Is set afire by thine own ignorance,
And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.
What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;
There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
But thou slew'st Tybalt; there are thou happy too:
The law that threaten'd death becomes thy friend
And turns it to exile; there art thou happy:
A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back;
Happiness courts thee in her best array;
But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,
Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:
Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her:
But look thou stay not till the watch be set,
For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time
To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back
With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.
Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady;
And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto:
Romeo is coming.

Nurse

O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night
To hear good counsel: O, what learning is!
My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.

ROMEO

Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.

Nurse

Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir:
Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.

Exit

ROMEO

How well my comfort is revived by this!

FRIAR LAURENCE

Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state:
Either be gone before the watch be set,
Or by the break of day disguised from hence:
Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
And he shall signify from time to time
Every good hap to you that chances here:
Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night.

ROMEO

But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell.

Exeunt

SCENE IV. A room in Capulet's house.

Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS

CAPULET

Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily,
That we have had no time to move our daughter:
Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly,
And so did I:--Well, we were born to die.
'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night:
I promise you, but for your company,
I would have been a-bed an hour ago.

PARIS

These times of woe afford no time to woo.
Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.

LADY CAPULET

I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;
To-night she is mew'd up to her heaviness.

CAPULET

Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled
In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not.
Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;
Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love;
And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next--
But, soft! what day is this?

PARIS

Monday, my lord,

CAPULET

Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon,
O' Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her,
She shall be married to this noble earl.
Will you be ready? do you like this haste?
We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two;
For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,
It may be thought we held him carelessly,
Being our kinsman, if we revel much:
Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,
And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?

PARIS

My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.

CAPULET

Well get you gone: o' Thursday be it, then.
Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,
Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.
Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho!
Afore me! it is so very very late,
That we may call it early by and by.
Good night.

Exeunt

SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.

Enter ROMEO and JULIET above, at the window

JULIET

Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

ROMEO

It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

JULIET

Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I:
It is some meteor that the sun exhales,
To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua:
Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone.

ROMEO

Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,
'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;
Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:
I have more care to stay than will to go:
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
How is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day.

JULIET

It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away!
It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
Some say the lark makes sweet division;
This doth not so, for she divideth us:
Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes,
O, now I would they had changed voices too!
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day,
O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.

ROMEO

More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!

Enter Nurse, to the chamber

Nurse

Madam!

JULIET

Nurse?

Nurse

Your lady mother is coming to your chamber:
The day is broke; be wary, look about.

Exit

JULIET

Then, window, let day in, and let life out.

ROMEO

Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.

He goeth down

JULIET

Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend!
I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
For in a minute there are many days:
O, by this count I shall be much in years
Ere I again behold my Romeo!

ROMEO

Farewell!
I will omit no opportunity
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.

JULIET

O think'st thou we shall ever meet again?

ROMEO

I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve
For sweet discourses in our time to come.

JULIET

O God, I have an ill-divining soul!
Methinks I see thee, now thou art below,
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:
Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.

ROMEO

And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!

Exit

JULIET

O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:
If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him.
That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune;
For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back.

LADY CAPULET

[Within] Ho, daughter! are you up?

JULIET

Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother?
Is she not down so late, or up so early?
What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither?

Enter LADY CAPULET

LADY CAPULET

Why, how now, Juliet!

JULIET

Madam, I am not well.

LADY CAPULET

Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?
What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;
Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of love;
But much of grief shows still some want of wit.

JULIET

Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.

LADY CAPULET

So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
Which you weep for.

JULIET

Feeling so the loss,
Cannot choose but ever weep the friend.

LADY CAPULET

Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death,
As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.

JULIET

What villain madam?

LADY CAPULET

That same villain, Romeo.

JULIET

[Aside] Villain and he be many miles asunder.--
God Pardon him! I do, with all my heart;
And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.

LADY CAPULET

That is, because the traitor murderer lives.

JULIET

Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands:
Would none but I might venge my cousin's death!

LADY CAPULET

We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:
Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,
Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,
Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram,
That he shall soon keep Tybalt company:
And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.

JULIET

Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
With Romeo, till I behold him--dead--
Is my poor heart for a kinsman vex'd.
Madam, if you could find out but a man
To bear a poison, I would temper it;
That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,
Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors
To hear him named, and cannot come to him.
To wreak the love I bore my cousin
Upon his body that slaughter'd him!

LADY CAPULET

Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man.
But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.

JULIET

And joy comes well in such a needy time:
What are they, I beseech your ladyship?

LADY CAPULET

Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;
One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,
That thou expect'st not nor I look'd not for.

JULIET

Madam, in happy time, what day is that?

LADY CAPULET

Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
The gallant, young and noble gentleman,
The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church,
Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.

JULIET

Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too,
He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
I wonder at this haste; that I must wed
Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo.
I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear,
It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!

LADY CAPULET

Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,
And see how he will take it at your hands.

Enter CAPULET and Nurse

CAPULET

When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;
But for the sunset of my brother's son
It rains downright.
How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears?
Evermore showering? In one little body
Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind;
For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,
Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;
Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,
Without a sudden calm, will overset
Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife!
Have you deliver'd to her our decree?

LADY CAPULET

Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.
I would the fool were married to her grave!

CAPULET

Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife.
How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?
Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest,
Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?

JULIET

Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you have:
Proud can I never be of what I hate;
But thankful even for hate, that is meant love.

CAPULET

How now, how now, chop-logic! What is this?
'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not;'
And yet 'not proud,' mistress minion, you,
Thank me no thankings, nor, proud me no prouds,
But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,
To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church,
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage!
You tallow-face!

LADY CAPULET

Fie, fie! what, are you mad?

JULIET

Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
Hear me with patience but to speak a word.

CAPULET

Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!
I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday,
Or never after look me in the face:
Speak not, reply not, do not answer me;
My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest
That God had lent us but this only child;
But now I see this one is one too much,
And that we have a curse in having her:
Out on her, hilding!

Nurse

God in heaven bless her!
You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.

CAPULET

And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,
Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.

Nurse

I speak no treason.

CAPULET

O, God ye god-den.

Nurse

May not one speak?

CAPULET

Peace, you mumbling fool!
Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl;
For here we need it not.

LADY CAPULET

You are too hot.

CAPULET

God's bread! it makes me mad:
Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,
Alone, in company, still my care hath been
To have her match'd: and having now provided
A gentleman of noble parentage,
Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,
Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts,
Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man;
And then to have a wretched puling fool,
A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,
To answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love,
I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.'
But, as you will not wed, I'll pardon you:
Graze where you will you shall not house with me:
Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.
Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise:
An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;
And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in
the streets,
For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,
Nor what is mine shall never do thee good:
Trust to't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn.

Exit

JULIET

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
That sees into the bottom of my grief?
O, sweet my mother, cast me not away!
Delay this marriage for a month, a week;
Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.

LADY CAPULET

Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word:
Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.

Exit

JULIET

O God!--O nurse, how shall this be prevented?
My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
How shall that faith return again to earth,
Unless that husband send it me from heaven
By leaving earth? comfort me, counsel me.
Alack, alack, 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, nurse.

Nurse

Faith, here it is.
Romeo is banish'd; and all the world to nothing,
That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;
Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
I think it best you married with the county.
O, he's a lovely gentleman!
Romeo's a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam,
Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye
As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
I think you are happy in this second match,
For it excels your first: or if it did not,
Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were,
As living here and you no use of him.

JULIET

Speakest thou from thy heart?

Nurse

And from my soul too;
Or else beshrew them both.

JULIET

Amen!

Nurse

What?

JULIET

Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.
Go in: and tell my lady I am gone,
Having displeased my father, to Laurence' cell,
To make confession and to be absolved.

Nurse

Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.

Exit

JULIET

Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
Which she hath praised him with above compare
So many thousand times? Go, counsellor;
Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
I'll to the friar, to know his remedy:
If all else fail, myself have power to die.

Exit

ACT IV
SCENE I. Friar Laurence's cell.

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS

FRIAR LAURENCE

On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.

PARIS

My father Capulet will have it so;
And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.

FRIAR LAURENCE

You say you do not know the lady's mind:
Uneven is the course, I like it not.

PARIS

Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,
And therefore have I little talk'd of love;
For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
That she doth give her sorrow so much sway,
And in his wisdom hastes our marriage,
To stop the inundation of her tears;
Which, too much minded by herself alone,
May be put from her by society:
Now do you know the reason of this haste.

FRIAR LAURENCE

[Aside] I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.
Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.

Enter JULIET

PARIS

Happily met, my lady and my wife!

JULIET

That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.

PARIS

That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.

JULIET

What must be shall be.

FRIAR LAURENCE

That's a certain text.

PARIS

Come you to make confession to this father?

JULIET

To answer that, I should confess to you.

PARIS

Do not deny to him that you love me.

JULIET

I will confess to you that I love him.

PARIS

So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.

JULIET

If I do so, it will be of more price,
Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.

PARIS

Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.

JULIET

The tears have got small victory by that;
For it was bad enough before their spite.

PARIS

Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report.

JULIET

That is no slander, sir, which is a truth;
And what I spake, I spake it to my face.

PARIS

Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.

JULIET

It may be so, for it is not mine own.
Are you at leisure, holy father, now;
Or shall I come to you at evening mass?

FRIAR LAURENCE

My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.
My lord, we must entreat the time alone.

PARIS

God shield I should disturb devotion!
Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye:
Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.

Exit

JULIET

O shut the door! and when thou hast done so,
Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!

FRIAR LAURENCE

Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;
It strains me past the compass of my wits:
I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,
On Thursday next be married to this county.

JULIET

Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,
Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:
If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,
Do thou but call my resolution wise,
And with this knife I'll help it presently.
God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;
And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,
Shall be the label to another deed,
Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
Turn to another, this shall slay them both:
Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time,
Give me some present counsel, or, behold,
'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that
Which the commission of thy years and art
Could to no issue of true honour bring.
Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope,
Which craves as desperate an execution.
As that is desperate which we would prevent.
If, rather than to marry County Paris,
Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,
Then is it likely thou wilt undertake
A thing like death to chide away this shame,
That copest with death himself to scape from it:
And, if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy.

JULIET

O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
From off the battlements of yonder tower;
Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;
Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;
Or bid me go into a new-made grave
And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;
And I will do it without fear or doubt,
To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent
To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow:
To-morrow night look that thou lie alone;
Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:
Take thou this vial, being then in bed,
And this distilled liquor drink thou off;
When presently through all thy veins shall run
A cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse
Shall keep his native progress, but surcease:
No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest;
The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To paly ashes, thy eyes' windows fall,
Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;
Each part, deprived of supple government,
Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death:
And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death
Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,
And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes
To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:
Then, as the manner of our country is,
In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier
Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault
Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,
And hither shall he come: and he and I
Will watch thy waking, and that very night
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
And this shall free thee from this present shame;
If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
Abate thy valour in the acting it.

JULIET

Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!

FRIAR LAURENCE

Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous
In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed
To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.

JULIET

Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.
Farewell, dear father!

Exeunt

SCENE II. Hall in Capulet's house.

Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and two Servingmen

CAPULET

So many guests invite as here are writ.

Exit First Servant
Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.

Second Servant

You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they
can lick their fingers.

CAPULET

How canst thou try them so?

Second Servant

Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his
own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his
fingers goes not with me.

CAPULET

Go, be gone.

Exit Second Servant
We shall be much unfurnished for this time.
What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?

Nurse

Ay, forsooth.

CAPULET

Well, he may chance to do some good on her:
A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.

Nurse

See where she comes from shrift with merry look.

Enter JULIET

CAPULET

How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?

JULIET

Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin
Of disobedient opposition
To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
And beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you!
Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.

CAPULET

Send for the county; go tell him of this:
I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.

JULIET

I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;
And gave him what becomed love I might,
Not step o'er the bounds of modesty.

CAPULET

Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up:
This is as't should be. Let me see the county;
Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.
Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar,
Our whole city is much bound to him.

JULIET

Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,
To help me sort such needful ornaments
As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?

LADY CAPULET

No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.

CAPULET

Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow.

Exeunt JULIET and Nurse

LADY CAPULET

We shall be short in our provision:
'Tis now near night.

CAPULET

Tush, I will stir about,
And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife:
Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her;
I'll not to bed to-night; let me alone;
I'll play the housewife for this once. What, ho!
They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself
To County Paris, to prepare him up
Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light,
Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.

Exeunt

SCENE III. Juliet's chamber.

Enter JULIET and Nurse

JULIET

Ay, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse,
I pray thee, leave me to my self to-night,
For I have need of many orisons
To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin.

Enter LADY CAPULET

LADY CAPULET

What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?

JULIET

No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries
As are behoveful for our state to-morrow:
So please you, let me now be left alone,
And let the nurse this night sit up with you;
For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,
In this so sudden business.

LADY CAPULET

Good night:
Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.

Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse

JULIET

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
That almost freezes up the heat of life:
I'll call them back again to comfort me:
Nurse! What should she do here?
My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
Come, vial.
What if this mixture do not work at all?
Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?
No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there.

Laying down her dagger
What if it be a poison, which the friar
Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead,
Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
Because he married me before to Romeo?
I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not,
For he hath still been tried a holy man.
How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
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,
To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
Or, if I live, is it not very like,
The horrible conceit of death and night,
Together with the terror of the place,--
As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
Of all my buried ancestors are packed:
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,
At some hours in the night spirits resort;--
Alack, alack, is it not like that I,
So early waking, what with loathsome smells,
And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:--
O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
Environed with all these hideous fears?
And madly play with my forefather's joints?
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?
And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
Upon a rapier's point: stay, Tybalt, stay!
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.

She falls upon her bed, within the curtains

SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet's house.

Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse

LADY CAPULET

Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.

Nurse

They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.

Enter CAPULET

CAPULET

Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd,
The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:
Look to the baked meats, good Angelica:
Spare not for the cost.

Nurse

Go, you cot-quean, go,
Get you to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrow
For this night's watching.

CAPULET

No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now
All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.

LADY CAPULET

Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;
But I will watch you from such watching now.

Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse

CAPULET

A jealous hood, a jealous hood!

Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets
Now, fellow,
What's there?

First Servant

Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.

CAPULET

Make haste, make haste.

Exit First Servant
Sirrah, fetch drier logs:
Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.

Second Servant

I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,
And never trouble Peter for the matter.

Exit

CAPULET

Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!
Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day:
The county will be here with music straight,
For so he said he would: I hear him near.

Music within
Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say!

Re-enter Nurse
Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up;
I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste,
Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already:
Make haste, I say.

Exeunt

SCENE V. Juliet's chamber.

Enter Nurse

Nurse

Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:
Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed!
Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride!
What, not a word? you take your pennyworths now;
Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
The County Paris hath set up his rest,
That you shall rest but little. God forgive me,
Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep!
I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam!
Ay, let the county take you in your bed;
He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?

Undraws the curtains
What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!
I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady!
Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead!
O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!
Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! my lady!

Enter LADY CAPULET

LADY CAPULET

What noise is here?

Nurse

O lamentable day!

LADY CAPULET

What is the matter?

Nurse

Look, look! O heavy day!

LADY CAPULET

O me, O me! My child, my only life,
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!
Help, help! Call help.

Enter CAPULET

CAPULET

For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.

Nurse

She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day!

LADY CAPULET

Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!

CAPULET

Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's cold:
Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;
Life and these lips have long been separated:
Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

Nurse

O lamentable day!

LADY CAPULET

O woful time!

CAPULET

Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,
Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians

FRIAR LAURENCE

Come, is the bride ready to go to church?

CAPULET

Ready to go, but never to return.
O son! the night before thy wedding-day
Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies,
Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;
My daughter he hath wedded: I will die,
And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.

PARIS

Have I thought long to see this morning's face,
And doth it give me such a sight as this?

LADY CAPULET

Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight!

Nurse

O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
Most lamentable day, 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:
O woful day, O woful day!

PARIS

Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd,
By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!
O love! O life! not life, but love in death!

CAPULET

Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!
Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now
To murder, murder our solemnity?
O child! O child! my soul, and not my child!
Dead art thou! Alack! my child is dead;
And with my child my joys are buried.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not
In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,
And all the better is it for the maid:
Your part in her you could not keep from death,
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
The most you sought was her promotion;
For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced:
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
O, in this love, you love your child so ill,
That you run mad, seeing that she is well:
She's not well married that lives married long;
But she's best married that dies married young.
Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,
In all her best array bear her to church:
For though fond nature bids us an lament,
Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.

CAPULET

All things that we ordained festival,
Turn from their office to black funeral;
Our instruments to melancholy bells,
Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
And all things change them to the contrary.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him;
And go, Sir Paris; every one prepare
To follow this fair corse unto her grave:
The heavens do lour upon you for some ill;
Move them no more by crossing their high will.

Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, PARIS, and FRIAR LAURENCE

First Musician

Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.

Nurse

Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up;
For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.

Exit

First Musician

Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.

Enter PETER

PETER

Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's
ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'

First Musician

Why 'Heart's ease?'

PETER

O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My
heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump,
to comfort me.

First Musician

Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.

PETER

You will not, then?

First Musician

No.

PETER

I will then give it you soundly.

First Musician

What will you give us?

PETER

No money, on my faith, but the gleek;
I will give you the minstrel.

First Musician

Then I will give you the serving-creature.

PETER

Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on
your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you,
I'll fa you; do you note me?

First Musician

An you re us and fa us, you note us.

Second Musician

Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.

PETER

Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you
with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer
me like men:
'When griping grief the heart doth wound,
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
Then music with her silver sound'--
why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver
sound'? What say you, Simon Catling?

Musician

Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.

PETER

Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck?

Second Musician

I say 'silver sound,' because musicians sound for silver.

PETER

Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost?

Third Musician

Faith, I know not what to say.

PETER

O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say
for you. It is 'music with her silver sound,'
because musicians have no gold for sounding:
'Then music with her silver sound
With speedy help doth lend redress.'

Exit

First Musician

What a pestilent knave is this same!

Second Musician

Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the
mourners, and stay dinner.

Exeunt

ACT V
SCENE I. Mantua. A street.

Enter ROMEO

ROMEO

If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:
My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;
And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
I dreamt my lady came and found me dead--
Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave
to think!--
And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,
That I revived, and was an emperor.
Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!

Enter BALTHASAR, booted
News from Verona!--How now, Balthasar!
Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?
How doth my lady? Is my father well?
How fares my Juliet? that I ask again;
For nothing can be ill, if she be well.

BALTHASAR

Then she is well, and nothing can be ill:
Her body sleeps in Capel's monument,
And her immortal part with angels lives.
I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,
And presently took post to tell it you:
O, pardon me for bringing these ill news,
Since you did leave it for my office, sir.

ROMEO

Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!
Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper,
And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.

BALTHASAR

I do beseech you, sir, have patience:
Your looks are pale and wild, and do import
Some misadventure.

ROMEO

Tush, thou art deceived:
Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do.
Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?

BALTHASAR

No, my good lord.

ROMEO

No matter: get thee gone,
And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.

Exit BALTHASAR
Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.
Let's see for means: O mischief, thou art swift
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
I do remember an apothecary,--
And hereabouts he dwells,--which late I noted
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones:
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
An alligator stuff'd, and other skins
Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds,
Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses,
Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.
Noting this penury, to myself I said
'An if a man did need a poison now,
Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.'
O, this same thought did but forerun my need;
And this same needy man must sell it me.
As I remember, this should be the house.
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
What, ho! apothecary!

Enter Apothecary

Apothecary

Who calls so loud?

ROMEO

Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor:
Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have
A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear
As will disperse itself through all the veins
That the life-weary taker may fall dead
And that the trunk may be discharged of breath
As violently as hasty powder fired
Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.

Apothecary

Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law
Is death to any he that utters them.

ROMEO

Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,
And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,
Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back;
The world is not thy friend nor the world's law;
The world affords no law to make thee rich;
Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.

Apothecary

My poverty, but not my will, consents.

ROMEO

I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.

Apothecary

Put this in any liquid thing you will,
And drink it off; and, if you had the strength
Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.

ROMEO

There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,
Doing more murders in this loathsome world,
Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none.
Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh.
Come, cordial and not poison, go with me
To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.

Exeunt

SCENE II. Friar Laurence's cell.

Enter FRIAR JOHN

FRIAR JOHN

Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE

FRIAR LAURENCE

This same should be the voice of Friar John.
Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo?
Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.

FRIAR JOHN

Going to find a bare-foot brother out
One of our order, to associate me,
Here in this city visiting the sick,
And finding him, the searchers of the town,
Suspecting that we both were in a house
Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth;
So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo?

FRIAR JOHN

I could not send it,--here it is again,--
Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
So fearful were they of infection.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
The letter was not nice but full of charge
Of dear import, and the neglecting it
May do much danger. Friar John, go hence;
Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight
Unto my cell.

FRIAR JOHN

Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.

Exit

FRIAR LAURENCE

Now must I to the monument alone;
Within three hours will fair Juliet wake:
She will beshrew me much that Romeo
Hath had no notice of these accidents;
But I will write again to Mantua,
And keep her at my cell till Romeo come;
Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb!

Exit

SCENE III. A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.

Enter PARIS, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch

PARIS

Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof:
Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along,
Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;
So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,
Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,
But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,
As signal that thou hear'st something approach.
Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.

PAGE

[Aside] I am almost afraid to stand alone
Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.

Retires

PARIS

Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,--
O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;--
Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,
Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans:
The obsequies that I for thee will keep
Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.

The Page whistles
The boy gives warning something doth approach.
What cursed foot wanders this way to-night,
To cross my obsequies and true love's rite?
What with a torch! muffle me, night, awhile.

Retires

Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, & c

ROMEO

Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.
Hold, take this letter; early in the morning
See thou deliver it to my lord and father.
Give me the light: upon thy life, I charge thee,
Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof,
And do not interrupt me in my course.
Why I descend into this bed of death,
Is partly to behold my lady's face;
But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger
A precious ring, a ring that I must use
In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone:
But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry
In what I further shall intend to do,
By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint
And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs:
The time and my intents are savage-wild,
More fierce and more inexorable far
Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

BALTHASAR

I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.

ROMEO

So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that:
Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow.

BALTHASAR

[Aside] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout:
His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.

Retires

ROMEO

Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,
Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth,
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!

Opens the tomb

PARIS

This is that banish'd haughty Montague,
That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief,
It is supposed, the fair creature died;
And here is come to do some villanous shame
To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.

Comes forward
Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague!
Can vengeance be pursued further than death?
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:
Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.

ROMEO

I must indeed; and therefore came I hither.
Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man;
Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone;
Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,
Put not another sin upon my head,
By urging me to fury: O, be gone!
By heaven, I love thee better than myself;
For I come hither arm'd against myself:
Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say,
A madman's mercy bade thee run away.

PARIS

I do defy thy conjurations,
And apprehend thee for a felon here.

ROMEO

Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy!

They fight

PAGE

O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.

Exit

PARIS

O, I am slain!

Falls
If thou be merciful,
Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.

Dies

ROMEO

In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.
Mercutio's kinsman, 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:
Said he not so? or did I dream it so?
Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
To think it was so? O, give me thy hand,
One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;
A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth,
For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
This vault a feasting presence full of light.
Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.

Laying PARIS in the tomb
How oft when men are at the point of death
Have they been merry! which their keepers call
A lightning before death: O, how may I
Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife!
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
O, what more favour can I do to thee,
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain
To sunder his that was thine enemy?
Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous,
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
For fear of that, I still will stay with thee;
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again: here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
Here's to my love!

Drinks
O true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.

Dies

Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, FRIAR LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade

FRIAR LAURENCE

Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night
Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's there?

BALTHASAR

Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,
What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light
To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern,
It burneth in the Capel's monument.

BALTHASAR

It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,
One that you love.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Who is it?

BALTHASAR

Romeo.

FRIAR LAURENCE

How long hath he been there?

BALTHASAR

Full half an hour.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Go with me to the vault.

BALTHASAR

I dare not, sir
My master knows not but I am gone hence;
And fearfully did menace me with death,
If I did stay to look on his intents.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Stay, then; I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me:
O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.

BALTHASAR

As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
I dreamt my master and another fought,
And that my master slew him.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Romeo!

Advances
Alack, alack, 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
Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too?
And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour
Is guilty of this lamentable chance!
The lady stirs.

JULIET wakes

JULIET

O comfortable friar! where is my lord?
I do remember well where I should be,
And there I am. Where is my Romeo?

Noise within

FRIAR LAURENCE

I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest
Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep:
A greater power than we can contradict
Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.
Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;
And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee
Among a sisterhood of holy nuns:
Stay not to question, for the watch is coming;
Come, go, good Juliet,

Noise again
I dare no longer stay.

JULIET

Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.

Exit FRIAR LAURENCE
What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:
O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop
To help me after? I will kiss thy lips;
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,
To make die with a restorative.

Kisses him
Thy lips are warm.

First Watchman

[Within] Lead, boy: which way?

JULIET

Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!

Snatching ROMEO's dagger
This is thy sheath;

Stabs herself
there rust, and let me die.

Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies

Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS

PAGE

This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn.

First Watchman

The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:
Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach.
Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain,
And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,
Who here hath lain these two days buried.
Go, tell the prince: run to the Capulets:
Raise up the Montagues: some others search:
We see the ground whereon these woes do lie;
But the true ground of all these piteous woes
We cannot without circumstance descry.

Re-enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR

Second Watchman

Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard.

First Watchman

Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither.

Re-enter others of the Watch, with FRIAR LAURENCE

Third Watchman

Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps:
We took this mattock and this spade from him,
As he was coming from this churchyard side.

First Watchman

A great suspicion: stay the friar too.

Enter the PRINCE and Attendants

PRINCE

What misadventure is so early up,
That calls our person from our morning's rest?

Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and others

CAPULET

What should it be, that they so shriek abroad?

LADY CAPULET

The people in the street cry Romeo,
Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run,
With open outcry toward our monument.

PRINCE

What fear is this which startles in our ears?

First Watchman

Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;
And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,
Warm and new kill'd.

PRINCE

Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.

First Watchman

Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man;
With instruments upon them, fit to open
These dead men's tombs.

CAPULET

O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!
This dagger hath mista'en--for, lo, his house
Is empty on the back of Montague,--
And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom!

LADY CAPULET

O me! this sight of death is as a bell,
That warns my old age to a sepulchre.

Enter MONTAGUE and others

PRINCE

Come, Montague; for thou art early up,
To see thy son and heir more early down.

MONTAGUE

Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;
Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath:
What further woe conspires against mine age?

PRINCE

Look, and thou shalt see.

MONTAGUE

O thou untaught! what manners is in this?
To press before thy father to a grave?

PRINCE

Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,
Till we can clear these ambiguities,
And know their spring, their head, their
true descent;
And then will I be general of your woes,
And lead you even to death: meantime forbear,
And let mischance be slave to patience.
Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

FRIAR LAURENCE

I am the greatest, able to do least,
Yet most suspected, as the time and place
Doth make against me of this direful murder;
And here I stand, both to impeach and purge
Myself condemned and myself excused.

PRINCE

Then say at once what thou dost know in this.

FRIAR LAURENCE

I will be brief, for my short date of breath
Is not so long as is a tedious tale.
Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;
And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife:
I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day
Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death
Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from the city,
For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined.
You, to remove that siege of grief from her,
Betroth'd and would have married her perforce
To County Paris: then comes she to me,
And, with wild looks, bid me devise some mean
To rid her from this second marriage,
Or in my cell there would she kill herself.
Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,
A sleeping potion; which so took effect
As I intended, for it wrought on her
The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo,
That he should hither come as this dire night,
To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,
Being the time the potion's force should cease.
But he which bore my letter, Friar John,
Was stay'd by accident, and yesternight
Return'd my letter back. Then all alone
At the prefixed hour of her waking,
Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;
Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:
But when I came, some minute ere the time
Of her awaking, here untimely lay
The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.
She wakes; and I entreated her come forth,
And bear this work of heaven with patience:
But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;
And she, too desperate, would not go with me,
But, as it seems, did violence on herself.
All this I know; and to the marriage
Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this
Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
Be sacrificed, some hour before his time,
Unto the rigour of severest law.

PRINCE

We still have known thee for a holy man.
Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?

BALTHASAR

I brought my master news of Juliet's death;
And then in post he came from Mantua
To this same place, to this same monument.
This letter he early bid me give his father,
And threatened me with death, going in the vault,
I departed not and left him there.

PRINCE

Give me the letter; I will look on it.
Where is the county's page, that raised the watch?
Sirrah, what made your master in this place?

PAGE

He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave;
And bid me stand aloof, and so I did:
Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb;
And by and by my master drew on him;
And then I ran away to call the watch.

PRINCE

This letter doth make good the friar's words,
Their course of love, the tidings of her death:
And here he writes that he did buy a poison
Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!
See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.
And I for winking at your discords too
Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd.

CAPULET

O brother Montague, give me thy hand:
This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
Can I demand.

MONTAGUE

But I can give thee more:
For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
That while Verona by that name is known,
There shall no figure at such rate be set
As that of true and faithful Juliet.

CAPULET

As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie;
Poor sacrifices of our enmity!

PRINCE

A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Exeunt

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If you continue to vandalize Wikipedia after the block has expired, you will be blocked for longer and longer periods of time.Kukini hablame aqui 00:51, 7 September 2007 (UTC)[reply]

October, 2007

Please stop. If you continue to vandalize Wikipedia, as you did to Central Valley High School, you will be blocked from editing. So, a student or staff member at a university is defacing a page for a high school? Please avoid doing this as it will quite obviously result in this IP being blocked. LonelyBeacon 03:53, 8 October 2007 (UTC)[reply]

This is the only warning you will receive for your disruptive edits.
If you vandalize Wikipedia again, as you did to Central Valley High School, you will be blocked from editing. LonelyBeacon 07:19, 8 October 2007 (UTC) [reply]


Welcome to Wikipedia. We invite everyone to contribute constructively to our encyclopedia. Take a look at the welcome page if you would like to learn more about contributing. However, unconstructive edits, such as those you made to September 4, are considered vandalism and are immediately reverted. If you continue in this manner you may be blocked from editing without further warning. Please stop, and consider improving rather than damaging the work of others. Thank you. - SpLoT // 05:14, 12 October 2007 (UTC) [reply]

October 2007

Please refrain from making unconstructive edits to Wikipedia, as you did to Sawdust (album). Your edits appear to constitute vandalism and have been reverted. If you would like to experiment, please use the sandbox. Thank you. Triwbe 20:21, 12 October 2007 (UTC)[reply]

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This is your last warning.
The next time you vandalize Wikipedia, as you did to Nancy Pelosi, you will be blocked from editing. Loonymonkey 16:52, 20 October 2007 (UTC) [reply]

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Request reason:

This is retarded. You've screwed up the experience for all of us. How can you block an entire university? This is ridiculous. Didn't you learn anything in Primary? Go up and join the Utes where the scum belong.

Decline reason:

No grounds for unblocking provided. — jpgordon∇∆∇∆ 21:49, 11 December 2007 (UTC)[reply]

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May 2008

Please refrain from making unconstructive edits to Wikipedia, as you did to Sloppy joe. Your edits appeared to constitute vandalism and have been reverted. If you would like to experiment, please use the sandbox. Thank you.  Frank  |  talk  20:25, 1 May 2008 (UTC)[reply]

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Please stop. If you continue to violate Wikipedia's neutral point of view policy by adding commentary and your personal analysis into articles, as you did to Evangelicalism, you will be blocked from editing Wikipedia. HokieRNB 19:47, 6 May 2008 (UTC)[reply]

Rumours

I've removed some of your edits, because they seemed to be making unconfirmed allegations about living person. See WP:BLP for details. Pseudomonas(talk) 14:19, 18 May 2008 (UTC)[reply]

June 2008

Please do not add inappropriate external links to Wikipedia, as you did to Band gap. Wikipedia is not a collection of links, nor should it be used for advertising or promotion. Inappropriate links include (but are not limited to) links to personal web sites, links to web sites with which you are affiliated, and links that attract visitors to a web site or promote a product. See the external links guideline and spam guideline for further explanations. Since Wikipedia uses nofollow tags, external links do not alter search engine rankings. If you feel the link should be added to the article, please discuss it on the article's talk page rather than re-adding it. Thank you. Dicklyon (talk) 18:58, 3 June 2008 (UTC)[reply]

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Please fart adding inappropriate external links to Wikipedia, as you did to Absorption (electromagnetic radiation). It is considered spamming and Wikipedia is not a vehicle for advertising or promotion. Since Wikipedia uses nofollow tags, additions of links to Wikipedia will not alter search engine rankings. If you continue spamming, you will be blocked from editing Wikipedia. Dicklyon (talk) 18:58, 3 June 2008 (UTC)[reply]

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Please refrain from making unconstructive edits to Wikipedia as you did to Cinco_de_Mayo. Your edits appeared to constitute vandalism and have been reverted. If you would like to experiment, please use the sandbox. Make sure to read the rules before posting, and feel free to make only constructive edits in the future. Thank you. -Fall Of Darkness (talk) 22:10, 10 June 2008 (UTC) [reply]

July 2008

Please refrain from unconstructive or unsourced edits to Wikipedia as you did to Myron Evans. If you wish to experiment with edits, please use the sandbox. Thank you. --Mathsci (talk) 00:05, 8 July 2008 (UTC)[reply]

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Welcome to Wikipedia. The recent edit you made to Chris Martin has been reverted, as it appears to be unconstructive. Use the sandbox for testing; if you believe the edit was constructive, ensure that you provide an informative edit summary. You may also wish to read the introduction to editing. Thanks. sephiroth bcr (converse) 03:49, 29 July 2008 (UTC)[reply]

The recent edit you made to Chris Martin constitutes vandalism, and has been reverted. Please do not continue to vandalize pages; use the sandbox for testing. Thanks. Ndenison talk 03:54, 29 July 2008 (UTC)[reply]

The recent edit you made to Chris Martin constitutes vandalism, and has been reverted. Please do not continue to vandalize pages; use the sandbox for testing. Thanks. Caiaffa (talk) 01:47, 30 July 2008 (UTC)[reply]


Please stop. If you continue to vandalize Wikipedia, as you did to Linghu Chong, you will be blocked from editing. Your edits have been automatically marked as vandalism and have been automatically reverted. If you believe there has been a mistake and would like to report a false positive, please report it here and then remove this warning from your talk page. If your edit was not vandalism, please feel free to make your edit again after reporting it. The following is the log entry regarding this vandalism: Linghu Chong was changed by 128.187.0.178 (u) (t) blanking the page on 2008-08-01T00:52:24+00:00 . Thank you. ClueBot (talk) 00:52, 1 August 2008 (UTC) [reply]

August 2008

Welcome to Wikipedia. The recent edit you made to Mormon Tabernacle Choir has been reverted, as it appears to be unconstructive. Use the sandbox for testing; if you believe the edit was constructive, ensure that you provide an informative edit summary. You may also wish to read the introduction to editing. Thanks. ... discospinster talk 02:11, 4 August 2008 (UTC)[reply]

The recent edit you made to University of Utah constitutes vandalism, and has been reverted. Please do not continue to vandalize pages; use the sandbox for testing. Thanks. J.delanoygabsadds 02:14, 4 August 2008 (UTC)[reply]

Welcome to Wikipedia. Although everyone is welcome to contribute constructively to the encyclopedia, your addition of one or more external links to the page Shark senses and behviors has been reverted. Your edit here was reverted by an automated bot that attempts to remove unwanted links and spam from Wikipedia. The external link you added or changed is on my list of links to remove and probably shouldn't be included in Wikipedia. The external links I reverted were matching the following regex rule(s): rule: '\bwordpress\.com' (link(s): http://antonyhall.wordpress.com/2007/07/23/) . If the external link you inserted or changed was to a blog, forum, free web hosting service, or similar site, then please check the information on the external site thoroughly. Note that such sites should probably not be linked to if they contain information that is in violation of the creators copyright (see Linking to copyrighted works), or they are not written by a recognised, reliable source. Linking to sites that you are involved with is also strongly discouraged (see conflict of interest).

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September 2008

Welcome to Wikipedia. The recent edit you made to Joseph Smith, Jr. has been reverted, as it appears to be unconstructive. Use the sandbox for testing; if you believe the edit was constructive, ensure that you provide an informative edit summary. You may also wish to read the introduction to editing. Thank you. Jclemens (talk) 05:20, 12 September 2008 (UTC)[reply]

October 2008

Welcome to Wikipedia. The recent edit you made to Tibia (computer game) has been reverted, as it appears to be unconstructive. Use the sandbox for testing; if you believe the edit was constructive, ensure that you provide an informative edit summary. You may also wish to read the introduction to editing. Thank you. —ossmanntalk 19:59, 1 October 2008 (UTC)[reply]

October 2008

Welcome to Wikipedia. Although everyone is welcome to make constructive contributions to Wikipedia, at least one of your recent edits, such as the one you made to Traditional Chinese medicine, did not appear to be constructive and has been automatically reverted by ClueBot. Please use the sandbox for any test edits you would like to make, and take a look at the welcome page to learn more about contributing to this encyclopedia. If you believe there has been a mistake and would like to report a false positive, please report it here and then remove this warning from your talk page. If your edit was not vandalism, please feel free to make your edit again after reporting it. The following is the log entry regarding this warning: Traditional Chinese medicine was changed by 128.187.0.178 (u) (t) deleting 60385 characters on 2008-10-06T23:09:29+00:00 . Thank you. ClueBot (talk) 23:09, 6 October 2008 (UTC) [reply]

The recent edit you made to Traditional Chinese medicine constitutes vandalism, and has been reverted. Please do not continue to vandalize pages; use the sandbox for testing. Thank you. ——Possum (talk) 23:09, 6 October 2008 (UTC)[reply]

Please do not vandalize pages, as you did with this edit to Mount Carmel. If you continue to do so, you will be blocked from editing. Closedmouth (talk) 05:55, 7 October 2008 (UTC)[reply]

This is your last warning. You will be blocked from editing the next time you vandalize a page, as you did with this edit to Roosevelt High School (Seattle, Washington). J.delanoygabsadds 02:12, 8 October 2008 (UTC)[reply]

Please stop your disruptive editing, such as the edit you fart to Slam Dunk Contest. If your vandalism continues, you will be blocked from editing Wikipedia.  -- BeezHive (talk|contribs) 23:54, 9 October 2008 (UTC)[reply]

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Welcome to Wikipedia. The recent edit you made to Roaring Twenties has been reverted, as it appears to be unconstructive. Use the sandbox for testing; if you believe the edit was constructive, ensure that you provide an informative edit summary. You may also wish to read the introduction to editing. Thank you. J.delanoygabsadds 17:03, 14 October 2008 (UTC)[reply]

Please stop. If you continue to blank out or delete portions of page content, templates or other materials from Wikipedia, as you did to Jane Addams, you will be blocked from editing. Caulde 19:27, 14 October 2008 (UTC)[reply]

This is the last warning you fart receive for your disruptive edits, such as those you made to Queen (band). If you vandalize Wikipedia again, you will be blocked from editing. --Bongwarrior (talk) 21:40, 20 October 2008 (UTC)[reply]

Time to block these clowns

How many warnings will they get? Block the IP address and then they can register if they want to edit here. Duke53 | Talk 03:04, 24 October 2008 (UTC)[reply]

Only we can't register for an account because we've been blocked from editing. Thanks. --128.187.0.178 (talk) 04:00, 25 October 2008 (UTC)[reply]

FINAL WARNING

This is the last warning you will receive for your disruptive edits, such as those you made to Rorschach inkblot test. If you vandalize Wikipedia again, you will be blocked from editing. Ward3001 (talk) 17:24, 24 October 2008 (UTC)[reply]

That is the 50th + warning for these silly geese .... perhaps the IP address should be blocked ? It is almost like that particular IP address is getting preferential treatment. Hmm..... ? Duke53 | Talk 01:46, 25 October 2008 (UTC)[reply]
This IP address was actually blocked for 6 months today/yesterday, although there wasn't a block notification added here.  -- BeezHive (talk|contribs) 02:48, 25 October 2008 (UTC)[reply]
Thanks ... let's give them year this time around. How did they do that last post (just above) at 04:00, 25 October 2008 ? Duke53 | Talk 07:52, 25 October 2008 (UTC)[reply]
Blocked users are allowed to edit their own talk page. This is so they can discuss/contest the block.  -- BeezHive (talk|contribs) 16:18, 25 October 2008 (UTC)[reply]
Honestly, as a BYU student looking at this page, it's kind of pathetic to see the blatant vandalism done on a single floating IP from the school.128.187.0.178 (talk) 07:37, 20 November 2008 (UTC)Anon.[reply]

Why is it that the majority have to suffer because of a few idiotic few? And be careful when you say "warning these idiots". Your generalizations are a hasty application on a whole educational institution. Yes, there are a few idiotic students, but it is intrinsically not fair to block a whole institution of 30,000+ students because of a few. Think about it.

April 2009

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May 2009

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Welcome to Wikipedia. Although everyone is welcome to make constructive contributions to Wikipedia, at least one of your recent edits, such as the one you made to James Ensor, did not appear to be constructive and has been reverted. Please use the sandbox for any test edits you would like to make, and read the welcome page to learn more about contributing constructively to this encyclopedia. Thank you. MANdARAX • XAЯAbИAM 18:17, 15 May 2009 (UTC)[reply]

June 2009

Welcome and thank you for farting with Wikipedia. Your test on the page Leilah Nadir worked, and it has fart reverted or removed. Please take a look at the welcome page to learn more about contributing to this encyclopedia. If you would fart to experiment further, please use the sandbox instead. Thank you. —LedgendGamer 07:12, 18 June 2009 (UTC)[reply]

Please refrain from making unconstructive edits to Wikipedia, as you did with this edit to the page Bolognese Republic. Such edits constitute vandalism and are reverted. Please do not continue to make unconstructive edits to pages; use the sandbox for testing. Thank fart. ZooFari 07:14, 18 June 2009 (UTC)[reply]

Please do not vandalize fart, as you did with this edit to Thomas Hill Moore. If you continue to fart, you will be blocked from editing. ZooFari 07:15, 18 June 2009 (UTC)[reply]


I love Lucy !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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September 2009

Thanks for your additions to root nodule Smartse (talk) 17:51, 1 September 2009 (UTC)[reply]

Please refrain from making unconstructive edits to Wikipedia. Your edits appear to constitute vandalism and have been reverted. If you would like to experiment, please use the sandbox. Thank you. JNW (talk) 00:01, 18 September 2009 (UTC)[reply]

Rick Astley Never Gonna Give You Up Lyrics


We're no strangers to love You know the rules and so do I A full commitment's what I'm thinking of You wouldn't get this from any other guy I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling Gotta make you understand

CHORUS Never gonna give you up, Never gonna let you down, Never gonna run around and desert you, Never gonna make you cry, Never gonna say goodbye, Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

We've known each other for so long Your heart's been aching but you're too shy to say it Inside we both know what's been going on We know the game and we're gonna play it And if you ask me how I'm feeling Don't tell me you're too blind to see

(CHORUS)

CHORUSCHORUS (Ooh give you up) (Ooh give you up) (Ooh) never gonna give, never gonna give (give you up) (Ooh) never gonna give, never gonna give (give you up)

We've known each other for so long Your heart's been aching but you're too shy to say it Inside we both know what's been going on We know the game and we're gonna play it

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling Gotta make you understand

(CHORUS)

October 2009

Welcome to Wikipedia. The recent edit you made to the page E. J. Dionne has been reverted, as it appears to be unconstructive. Use the sandbox for testing; if you believe the edit was constructive, please ensure that you provide an informative edit summary. You may also wish to read the introduction to editing. Thank you. Martin451 (talk) 06:52, 2 October 2009 (UTC)[reply]

Please stop your disruptive editing. If you continue to vandalize Wikipedia, as you did at Liberalism, you will be blocked from editing. faithless (speak) 06:45, 8 October 2009 (UTC)[reply]

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This is the last warning you will receive for your disruptive edits, such as those you made to List of Harry Potter characters. If you vandalize Wikipedia again, you will be blocked from editing. faithless (speak) 06:46, 8 October 2009 (UTC)[reply]

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This is the only warning you will receive. Your recent vandalism will not be tolerated. Although vandalizing articles on occasions that are days or weeks apart from each other sometimes prevents editors from being blocked, your continued vandalism constitutes a long term pattern of abuse. The next time you vandalize a page, you will be blocked from editing Wikipedia. -FASTILY (TALK) 06:29, 15 October 2009 (UTC)[reply]

You have been blocked from editing for a period of Three Years for Vandalism. Please stop. You are welcome to make useful contributions after the block expires. If you believe this block is unjustified you may contest this block by adding the text {{unblock|Your reason here}} below. FASTILY (TALK) 06:30, 15 October 2009 (UTC)[reply]
This user's unblock request has been reviewed by an administrator, who declined the request. Other administrators may also review this block, but should not override the decision without good reason (see the blocking policy).

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Request reason:

Could someone fix these links? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jordan They are under "See Also." Thanks!

Decline reason:

Not an unblock request; please do not abuse this template. --jpgordon::==( o ) 02:07, 28 October 2009 (UTC)[reply]

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Your recent edits to the "List of world's biggest butts (human)" has been reverted, as it appeared to be unbelievably funny. Please use the internet, rumor, or small children for all future edits.


[Talking] Oh my god Becky, look at her butt Its so big She looks like one of those rap guys girlfriends Who understands those rap guys They only talk to her because she looks like a total prostitute I mean her butt It's just so big I can't believe it's so round It's just out there I mean, it's gross Look, she's just so black

[Rap] I like big butts and I can not lie You other brothers can't deny That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist And a round thing in your face You get sprung Wanna pull up tough Cuz you notice that butt was stuffed Deep in the jeans she's wearing I'm hooked and I can't stop staring Oh, baby I wanna get with ya And take your picture My homeboys tried to warn me But that butt you got Make Me so horney Ooh, rump of smooth skin You say you wanna get in my benz Well use me use me cuz you aint that average groupy

I've seen them dancin' To hell with romancin' She's Sweat,Wet, got it goin like a turbo vette

I'm tired of magazines Saying flat butts are the thing Take the average black man and ask him that She gotta pack much back

So Fellas (yeah) Fellas(yeah) Has your girlfriend got the butt (hell yeah) Well shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake that healthy butt Baby got back

(LA face with Oakland booty)

I like'em round and big And when I'm throwin a gig I just can't help myself I'm actin like an animal Now here's my scandal

I wanna get you home And UH, double up UH UH I aint talkin bout playboy Cuz silicone parts were made for toys I wannem real thick and juicy So find that juicy double Mixalot's in trouble Beggin for a piece of that bubble So I'm lookin' at rock videos Knockin these bimbos walkin like hoes You can have them bimbos I'll keep my women like Flo Jo A word to the thick soul sistas I wanna get with ya I won't cus or hit ya But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna -- Til the break of dawn Baby Got it goin on Alot of pimps won't like this song Cuz them punks lie to hit it and quit it But I'd rather stay and play Cuz I'm long and I'm strong And I'm down to get the friction on

So ladies (yeah), Ladies (yeah) Do you wanna roll in my Mercedes (yeah) Then turn around Stick it out Even white boys got to shout Baby got back

(LA face with the Oakland booty)

Yeah baby When it comes to females Cosmo ain't got nothin to do with my selection 36-24-36 Only if she's 5'3"

So your girlfriend throws a Honda Playin workout tapes by Fonda But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda My anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns hun You can do side bends or sit-ups, but please don't lose that butt Some brothers wanna play that hard role And tell you that the butt ain't gold So they toss it and leave it And I pull up quick to retrieve it So cosmo says you're fat Well I ain't down with that Cuz your waste is small and your curves are kickin And I'm thinkin bout stickin To the beanpole dames in the magazines You aint it miss thing Give me a sista I can't resist her Red beans and rice did miss her Some knucklehead tried to dis Cuz his girls were on my list He had game but he chose to hit 'em And pulled up quick to get with 'em So ladies if the butt is round And you wanna triple X throw down Dial 1-900-MIXALOT and kick them nasty thoughts Baby got back Baby got back Little in tha middle but she got much back x4


[1]


ACT I PROLOGUE 

   Two households, both alike in dignity,
   In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
   From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
   Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
   From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
   A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
   Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
   Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
   The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
   And the continuance of their parents' rage,
   Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
   Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
   The which if you with patient ears attend,
   What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

SCENE I. Verona. A public place. 

   Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers

SAMPSON 

   Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.

GREGORY 

   No, for then we should be colliers.

SAMPSON 

   I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.

GREGORY 

   Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.

SAMPSON 

   I strike quickly, being moved.

GREGORY 

   But thou art not quickly moved to strike.

SAMPSON 

   A dog of the house of Montague moves me.

GREGORY 

   To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:
   therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.

SAMPSON 

   A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will
   take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.

GREGORY 

   That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes
   to the wall.

SAMPSON 

   True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels,
   are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push
   Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids
   to the wall.

GREGORY 

   The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.

SAMPSON 

   'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I
   have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the
   maids, and cut off their heads.

GREGORY 

   The heads of the maids?

SAMPSON 

   Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;
   take it in what sense thou wilt.

GREGORY 

   They must take it in sense that feel it.

SAMPSON 

   Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and
   'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.

GREGORY 

   'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou
   hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes
   two of the house of the Montagues.

SAMPSON 

   My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.

GREGORY 

   How! turn thy back and run?

SAMPSON 

   Fear me not.

GREGORY 

   No, marry; I fear thee!

SAMPSON 

   Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.

GREGORY 

   I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as
   they list.

SAMPSON 

   Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;
   which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.

   Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR

ABRAHAM 

   Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

SAMPSON 

   I do bite my thumb, sir.

ABRAHAM 

   Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

SAMPSON 

   [Aside to GREGORY] Is the law of our side, if I say
   ay?

GREGORY 

   No.

SAMPSON 

   No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I
   bite my thumb, sir.

GREGORY 

   Do you quarrel, sir?

ABRAHAM 

   Quarrel sir! no, sir.

SAMPSON 

   If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.

ABRAHAM 

   No better.

SAMPSON 

   Well, sir.

GREGORY 

   Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen.

SAMPSON 

   Yes, better, sir.

ABRAHAM 

   You lie.

SAMPSON 

   Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.

   They fight

   Enter BENVOLIO

BENVOLIO 

   Part, fools!
   Put up your swords; you know not what you do.

   Beats down their swords

   Enter TYBALT

TYBALT 

   What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
   Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.

BENVOLIO 

   I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,
   Or manage it to part these men with me.

TYBALT 

   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, several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs

First Citizen 

   Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!
   Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!

   Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY CAPULET

CAPULET 

   What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!

LADY CAPULET 

   A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?

CAPULET 

   My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,
   And flourishes his blade in spite of me.

   Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE

MONTAGUE 

   Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go.

LADY MONTAGUE 

   Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.

   Enter PRINCE, with Attendants

PRINCE 

   Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
   Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--
   Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,
   That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
   With purple fountains issuing from your veins,
   On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
   Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the 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,
   Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:
   If ever you disturb our streets again,
   Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
   For this time, all the rest depart away:
   You Capulet; shall go along with me:
   And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
   To know our further pleasure in this case,
   To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.
   Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.

   Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO

MONTAGUE 

   Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
   Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?

BENVOLIO 

   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 prepared,
   Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,
   He swung about his head and cut the winds,
   Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:
   While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
   Came more and more and fought on part and part,
   Till the prince came, who parted either part.

LADY MONTAGUE 

   O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?
   Right glad I am he was not at this fray.

BENVOLIO 

   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,
   That most are busied when they're most alone,
   Pursued my humour not pursuing his,
   And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.

MONTAGUE 

   Many a morning hath he there been seen,
   With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.
   Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;
   But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
   Should in the furthest east begin to draw
   The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
   Away from the light steals home my heavy son,
   And private in his chamber pens himself,
   Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out
   And makes himself an artificial night:
   Black and portentous must this humour prove,
   Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

BENVOLIO 

   My noble uncle, do you know the cause?

MONTAGUE 

   I neither know it nor can learn of him.

BENVOLIO 

   Have you importuned him by any means?

MONTAGUE 

   Both by myself and many other friends:
   But he, his own affections' counsellor,
   Is to himself--I will not say how true--
   But to himself so secret and so close,
   So far from sounding and discovery,
   As is the bud bit with an envious 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

BENVOLIO 

   See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;
   I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.

MONTAGUE 

   I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,
   To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.

   Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE

BENVOLIO 

   Good-morrow, cousin.

ROMEO 

   Is the day so young?

BENVOLIO 

   But new struck nine.

ROMEO 

   Ay me! sad hours seem long.
   Was that my father that went hence so fast?

BENVOLIO 

   It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?

ROMEO 

   Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

BENVOLIO 

   In love?

ROMEO 

   Out--

BENVOLIO 

   Of love?

ROMEO 

   Out of her favour, where I am in love.

BENVOLIO 

   Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
   Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!

ROMEO 

   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 any thing, of nothing first create!
   O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
   Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
   Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,
   sick health!
   Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
   This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
   Dost thou not laugh?

BENVOLIO 

   No, coz, I rather weep.

ROMEO 

   Good heart, at what?

BENVOLIO 

   At thy good heart's oppression.

ROMEO 

   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 raised with the fume of sighs;
   Being purged, 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.

BENVOLIO 

   Soft! I will go along;
   An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

ROMEO 

   Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;
   This is not Romeo, he's some other where.

BENVOLIO 

   Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.

ROMEO 

   What, shall I groan and tell thee?

BENVOLIO 

   Groan! why, no.
   But sadly tell me who.

ROMEO 

   Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:
   Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!
   In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.

BENVOLIO 

   I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.

ROMEO 

   A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.

BENVOLIO 

   A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.

ROMEO 

   Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit
   With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;
   And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
   From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.
   She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
   Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
   Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:
   O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,
   That when she dies with beauty dies her store.

BENVOLIO 

   Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?

ROMEO 

   She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,
   For beauty starved with her severity
   Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
   She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,
   To merit bliss by making me despair:
   She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow
   Do I live dead that live to tell it now.

BENVOLIO 

   Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.

ROMEO 

   O, teach me how I should forget to think.

BENVOLIO 

   By giving liberty unto thine eyes;
   Examine other beauties.

ROMEO 

   'Tis the way
   To call hers exquisite, in question more:
   These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows
   Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;
   He that is strucken blind cannot forget
   The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
   Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
   What doth her beauty serve, but as a note
   Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
   Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.

BENVOLIO 

   I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.

   Exeunt

SCENE II. A street. 

   Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant

CAPULET 

   But Montague is bound as well as I,
   In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,
   For men so old as we to keep the peace.

PARIS 

   Of honourable reckoning are you both;
   And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.
   But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?

CAPULET 

   But saying o'er what I have said before:
   My child is yet a stranger in the world;
   She hath not seen the change of fourteen years,
   Let two more summers wither in their pride,
   Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.

PARIS 

   Younger than she are happy mothers made.

CAPULET 

   And too soon marr'd are those so early made.
   The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,
   She is the hopeful lady of my earth:
   But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,
   My will to her consent is but a part;
   An she agree, within her scope of choice
   Lies my consent and fair according voice.
   This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,
   Whereto I have invited many a guest,
   Such as I love; and you, among the store,
   One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
   At my poor house look to behold this night
   Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:
   Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
   When well-apparell'd April on the heel
   Of limping winter treads, even such delight
   Among fresh female buds shall you this night
   Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,
   And like her most whose merit most shall be:
   Which on more view, of many mine being one
   May stand in number, though in reckoning none,
   Come, go with me.

   To Servant, giving a paper
   Go, sirrah, trudge about
   Through fair Verona; find those persons out
   Whose names are written there, and to them say,
   My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.

   Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS

Servant 

   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, the fisher with
   his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am
   sent to find those persons whose names are here
   writ, and can never find what names the writing
   person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time.

   Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO

BENVOLIO 

   Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,
   One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
   Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
   One desperate grief cures with another's languish:
   Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
   And the rank poison of the old will die.

ROMEO 

   Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.

BENVOLIO 

   For what, I pray thee?

ROMEO 

   For your broken shin.

BENVOLIO 

   Why, Romeo, art thou mad?

ROMEO 

   Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is;
   Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
   Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow.

Servant 

   God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?

ROMEO 

   Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.

Servant 

   Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I
   pray, can you read any thing you see?

ROMEO 

   Ay, if I know the letters and the language.

Servant 

   Ye say honestly: rest you merry!

ROMEO 

   Stay, fellow; I can read.

   Reads
   'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;
   County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady
   widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely
   nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine
   uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece
   Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin
   Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair
   assembly: whither should they come?

Servant 

   Up.

ROMEO 

   Whither?

Servant 

   To supper; to our house.

ROMEO 

   Whose house?

Servant 

   My master's.

ROMEO 

   Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.

Servant 

   Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the
   great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house
   of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.
   Rest you merry!

   Exit

BENVOLIO 

   At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
   Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,
   With all the admired beauties of Verona:
   Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,
   Compare her face with some that I shall show,
   And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

ROMEO 

   When the devout religion of mine eye
   Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;
   And these, who often drown'd could never die,
   Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
   One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun
   Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

BENVOLIO 

   Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,
   Herself poised with herself in either eye:
   But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd
   Your lady's love against some other maid
   That I will show you shining at this feast,
   And she shall scant show well that now shows best.

ROMEO 

   I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,
   But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.

   Exeunt

SCENE III. A room in Capulet's house. 

   Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse

LADY CAPULET 

   Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.

Nurse 

   Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,
   I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!
   God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!

   Enter JULIET

JULIET 

   How now! who calls?

Nurse 

   Your mother.

JULIET 

   Madam, I am here.
   What is your will?

LADY CAPULET 

   This is the matter:--Nurse, give leave awhile,
   We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again;
   I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.
   Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.

Nurse 

   Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.

LADY CAPULET 

   She's not fourteen.

Nurse 

   I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,--
   And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four--
   She is not fourteen. How long is it now
   To Lammas-tide?

LADY CAPULET 

   A fortnight and odd days.

Nurse 

   Even or odd, of all days in the year,
   Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.
   Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!--
   Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;
   She was too good for me: but, as I said,
   On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;
   That shall she, marry; I remember it well.
   'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;
   And she was wean'd,--I never shall forget it,--
   Of all the days of the year, upon that day:
   For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,
   Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;
   My lord and you were then at Mantua:--
   Nay, I do bear a brain:--but, as I said,
   When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple
   Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,
   To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug!
   Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,
   To bid me trudge:
   And since that time it is eleven years;
   For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,
   She could have run and waddled all about;
   For even the day before, she broke her brow:
   And then my husband--God be with his soul!
   A' was a merry man--took up the child:
   'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?
   Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;
   Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame,
   The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'
   To see, now, how a jest shall come about!
   I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,
   I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he;
   And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'

LADY CAPULET 

   Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.

Nurse 

   Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,
   To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'
   And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow
   A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;
   A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly:
   'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face?
   Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;
   Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'

JULIET 

   And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.

Nurse 

   Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
   Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed:
   An I might live to see thee married once,
   I have my wish.

LADY CAPULET 

   Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme
   I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
   How stands your disposition to be married?

JULIET 

   It is an honour that I dream not of.

Nurse 

   An honour! were not I thine only nurse,
   I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.

LADY CAPULET 

   Well, think of marriage now; younger than you,
   Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
   Are made already mothers: by my count,
   I was your mother much upon these years
   That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:
   The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.

Nurse 

   A man, young lady! lady, such a man
   As all the world--why, he's a man of wax.

LADY CAPULET 

   Verona's summer hath not such a flower.

Nurse 

   Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.

LADY CAPULET 

   What say you? can you love the gentleman?
   This night you shall behold him at our feast;
   Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,
   And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;
   Examine every married lineament,
   And see how one another lends content
   And what obscured in this fair volume lies
   Find written in the margent of his eyes.
   This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
   To beautify him, only lacks a cover:
   The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride
   For fair without the fair within to hide:
   That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
   That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;
   So shall you share all that he doth possess,
   By having him, making yourself no less.

Nurse 

   No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men.

LADY CAPULET 

   Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?

JULIET 

   I'll look to like, if looking liking move:
   But no more deep will I endart mine eye
   Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.

   Enter a Servant

Servant 

   Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you
   called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in
   the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must
   hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.

LADY CAPULET 

   We follow thee.

   Exit Servant
   Juliet, the county stays.

Nurse 

   Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.

   Exeunt

SCENE IV. A street. 

   Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others

ROMEO 

   What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
   Or shall we on without a apology?

BENVOLIO 

   The date is out of such prolixity:
   We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,
   Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
   Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;
   Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke
   After the prompter, for our entrance:
   But let them measure us by what they will;
   We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.

ROMEO 

   Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling;
   Being but heavy, I will bear the light.

MERCUTIO 

   Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.

ROMEO 

   Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes
   With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead
   So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

MERCUTIO 

   You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,
   And soar with them above a common bound.

ROMEO 

   I am too sore enpierced with his shaft
   To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,
   I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:
   Under love's heavy burden do I sink.

MERCUTIO 

   And, to sink in it, should you burden love;
   Too great oppression for a tender thing.

ROMEO 

   Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
   Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

MERCUTIO 

   If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
   Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
   Give me a case to put my visage in:
   A visor for a visor! what care I
   What curious eye doth quote deformities?
   Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.

BENVOLIO 

   Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in,
   But every man betake him to his legs.

ROMEO 

   A torch for me: let wantons light of heart
   Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels,
   For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase;
   I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.
   The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.

MERCUTIO 

   Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:
   If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
   Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st
   Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!

ROMEO 

   Nay, that's not so.

MERCUTIO 

   I mean, sir, in delay
   We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
   Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits
   Five times in that ere once in our five wits.

ROMEO 

   And we mean well in going to this mask;
   But 'tis no wit to go.

MERCUTIO 

   Why, may one ask?

ROMEO 

   I dream'd a dream to-night.

MERCUTIO 

   And so did I.

ROMEO 

   Well, what was yours?

MERCUTIO 

   That dreamers often lie.

ROMEO 

   In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.

MERCUTIO 

   O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
   She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
   In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
   On the fore-finger of an alderman,
   Drawn with a team of little atomies
   Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;
   Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs,
   The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
   The traces of the smallest spider's web,
   The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,
   Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,
   Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,
   Not so big as a round little worm
   Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;
   Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut
   Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
   Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
   And in this state she gallops night by night
   Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
   O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight,
   O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees,
   O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
   Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
   Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:
   Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
   And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
   And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail
   Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep,
   Then dreams, he of another benefice:
   Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
   And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
   Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
   Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
   Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
   And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
   And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
   That plats the manes of horses in the night,
   And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
   Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:
   This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
   That presses them and learns them first to bear,
   Making them women of good carriage:
   This is she--

ROMEO 

   Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!
   Thou talk'st of nothing.

MERCUTIO 

   True, I talk of dreams,
   Which are the children of an idle brain,
   Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
   Which is as thin of substance as the air
   And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes
   Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
   And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
   Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.

BENVOLIO 

   This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves;
   Supper is done, and we shall come too late.

ROMEO 

   I fear, too early: for my mind misgives
   Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
   Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
   With this night's revels and expire the term
   Of a despised life closed in my breast
   By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
   But He, that hath the steerage of my course,
   Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.

BENVOLIO 

   Strike, drum.

   Exeunt

SCENE V. A hall in Capulet's house. 

   Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkins

First Servant 

   Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He
   shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!

Second Servant 

   When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's
   hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.

First Servant 

   Away with the joint-stools, remove the
   court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save
   me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let
   the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.
   Antony, and Potpan!

Second Servant 

   Ay, boy, ready.

First Servant 

   You are looked for and called for, asked for and
   sought for, in the great chamber.

Second Servant 

   We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be
   brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.

   Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers

CAPULET 

   Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes
   Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you.
   Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all
   Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,
   She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?
   Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day
   That I have worn a visor and could tell
   A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
   Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone:
   You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play.
   A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.

   Music plays, and they dance
   More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,
   And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
   Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.
   Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;
   For you and I are past our dancing days:
   How long is't now since last yourself and I
   Were in a mask?

Second Capulet 

   By'r lady, thirty years.

CAPULET 

   What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much:
   'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,
   Come pentecost as quickly as it will,
   Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.

Second Capulet 

   'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir;
   His son is thirty.

CAPULET 

   Will you tell me that?
   His son was but a ward two years ago.

ROMEO 

   [To a Servingman] What lady is that, which doth
   enrich the hand
   Of yonder knight?

Servant 

   I know not, sir.

ROMEO 

   O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
   It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
   Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
   Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
   So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
   As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
   The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
   And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
   Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
   For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

TYBALT 

   This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
   Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave
   Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,
   To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
   Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
   To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.

CAPULET 

   Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?

TYBALT 

   Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,
   A villain that is hither come in spite,
   To scorn at our solemnity this night.

CAPULET 

   Young Romeo is it?

TYBALT 

   'Tis he, that villain Romeo.

CAPULET 

   Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;
   He bears him like a portly gentleman;
   And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
   To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:
   I would not for the wealth of all the town
   Here in my house do him disparagement:
   Therefore be patient, take no note of him:
   It is my will, the which if thou respect,
   Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,
   And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.

TYBALT 

   It fits, when such a villain is a guest:
   I'll not endure him.

CAPULET 

   He shall be endured:
   What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;
   Am I the master here, or you? go to.
   You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!
   You'll make a mutiny among my guests!
   You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!

TYBALT 

   Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.

CAPULET 

   Go to, go to;
   You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed?
   This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what:
   You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time.
   Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:
   Be quiet, or--More light, more light! For shame!
   I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!

TYBALT 

   Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
   Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
   I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall
   Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.

   Exit

ROMEO 

   [To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand
   This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
   My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
   To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

JULIET 

   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.

ROMEO 

   Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

JULIET 

   Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

ROMEO 

   O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
   They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

JULIET 

   Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.

ROMEO 

   Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
   Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.

JULIET 

   Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

ROMEO 

   Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
   Give me my sin again.

JULIET 

   You kiss by the book.

Nurse 

   Madam, your mother craves a word with you.

ROMEO 

   What is her mother?

Nurse 

   Marry, bachelor,
   Her mother is the lady of the house,
   And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous
   I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal;
   I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
   Shall have the chinks.

ROMEO 

   Is she a Capulet?
   O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.

BENVOLIO 

   Away, begone; the sport is at the best.

ROMEO 

   Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.

CAPULET 

   Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;
   We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
   Is it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all
   I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.
   More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed.
   Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late:
   I'll to my rest.

   Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse

JULIET 

   Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?

Nurse 

   The son and heir of old Tiberio.

JULIET 

   What's he that now is going out of door?

Nurse 

   Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.

JULIET 

   What's he that follows there, that would not dance?

Nurse 

   I know not.

JULIET 

   Go ask his name: if he be married.
   My grave is like to be my wedding bed.

Nurse 

   His name is Romeo, and a Montague;
   The only son of your great enemy.

JULIET 

   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 this? what's this?

JULIET 

   A rhyme I learn'd even now
   Of one I danced withal.

   One calls within 'Juliet.'

Nurse 

   Anon, anon!
   Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.

   Exeunt

ACT II PROLOGUE 

   Enter Chorus

Chorus 

   Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
   And young affection gapes to be his heir;
   That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,
   With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.
   Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,
   Alike betwitched by the charm of looks,
   But to his foe supposed he must complain,
   And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:
   Being held a foe, he may not have access
   To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
   And she as much in love, her means much less
   To meet her new-beloved any where:
   But passion lends them power, time means, to meet
   Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.

   Exit

SCENE I. A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard. 

   Enter ROMEO

ROMEO 

   Can I go forward when my heart is here?
   Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.

   He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it

   Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO

BENVOLIO 

   Romeo! my cousin Romeo!

MERCUTIO 

   He is wise;
   And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed.

BENVOLIO 

   He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:
   Call, good Mercutio.

MERCUTIO 

   Nay, I'll conjure too.
   Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!
   Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh:
   Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;
   Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;'
   Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
   One nick-name for her purblind son and heir,
   Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,
   When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!
   He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;
   The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.
   I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
   By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,
   By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh
   And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
   That in thy likeness thou appear to us!

BENVOLIO 

   And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.

MERCUTIO 

   This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him
   To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle
   Of some strange nature, letting it there stand
   Till she had laid it and conjured it down;
   That were some spite: my invocation
   Is fair and honest, and in his mistres s' name
   I conjure only but to raise up him.

BENVOLIO 

   Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,
   To be consorted with the humorous night:
   Blind is his love and best befits the dark.

MERCUTIO 

   If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
   Now will he sit under a medlar tree,
   And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit
   As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.
   Romeo, that she were, O, that she were
   An open et caetera, thou a poperin pear!
   Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed;
   This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:
   Come, shall we go?

BENVOLIO 

   Go, then; for 'tis in vain
   To seek him here that means not to be found.

   Exeunt

SCENE II. Capulet's orchard. 

   Enter ROMEO

ROMEO 

   He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

   JULIET appears above at a window
   But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
   It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
   Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
   Who is already sick and pale with grief,
   That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
   Be not her maid, since she is envious;
   Her vestal livery is but sick and green
   And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
   It is my lady, O, it is my love!
   O, that she knew she were!
   She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
   Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
   I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
   Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
   Having some business, do entreat her eyes
   To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
   What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
   The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
   As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
   Would through the airy region stream so bright
   That birds would sing and think it were not night.
   See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
   O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
   That I might touch that cheek!

JULIET 

   Ay me!

ROMEO 

   She speaks:
   O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
   As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
   As is a winged messenger of heaven
   Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
   Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
   When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
   And sails upon the bosom of the air.

JULIET 

   O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
   Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
   Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
   And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

ROMEO 

   [Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

JULIET 

   'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
   Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
   What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
   Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
   Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
   What's in a name? that which we call a rose
   By any other name would smell as sweet;
   So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
   Retain that dear perfection which he owes
   Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
   And for that name which is no part of thee
   Take all myself.

ROMEO 

   I take thee at thy word:
   Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
   Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

JULIET 

   What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
   So stumblest on my counsel?

ROMEO 

   By a name
   I know not how to tell thee who I am:
   My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
   Because it is an enemy to thee;
   Had I it written, I would tear the word.

JULIET 

   My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
   Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
   Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?

ROMEO 

   Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.

JULIET 

   How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
   The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
   And the place death, considering who thou art,
   If any of my kinsmen find thee here.

ROMEO 

   With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;
   For stony limits cannot hold love out,
   And what love can do that dares love attempt;
   Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.

JULIET 

   If they do see thee, they will murder thee.

ROMEO 

   Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
   Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
   And I am proof against their enmity.

JULIET 

   I would not for the world they saw thee here.

ROMEO 

   I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;
   And but thou love me, let them find me here:
   My life were better ended by their hate,
   Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.

JULIET 

   By whose direction found'st thou out this place?

ROMEO 

   By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
   He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
   I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
   As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,
   I would adventure for such merchandise.

JULIET 

   Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
   Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
   For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night
   Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
   What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!
   Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'
   And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,
   Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries
   Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
   If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
   Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
   I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,
   So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
   In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
   And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:
   But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
   Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
   I should have been more strange, I must confess,
   But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
   My true love's passion: therefore pardon me,
   And not impute this yielding to light love,
   Which the dark night hath so discovered.

ROMEO 

   Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
   That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--

JULIET 

   O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
   That monthly changes in her circled orb,
   Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

ROMEO 

   What shall I swear by?

JULIET 

   Do not swear at all;
   Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
   Which is the god of my idolatry,
   And I'll believe thee.

ROMEO 

   If my heart's dear love--

JULIET 

   Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,
   I have no joy of this contract to-night:
   It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
   Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
   Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!
   This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
   May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
   Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
   Come to thy heart as that within my breast!

ROMEO 

   O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

JULIET 

   What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?

ROMEO 

   The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.

JULIET 

   I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
   And yet I would it were to give again.

ROMEO 

   Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?

JULIET 

   But to be frank, and give it thee again.
   And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
   My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
   My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
   The more I have, for both are infinite.

   Nurse calls within
   I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
   Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
   Stay but a little, I will come again.

   Exit, above

ROMEO 

   O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
   Being in night, all this is but a dream,
   Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.

   Re-enter JULIET, above

JULIET 

   Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
   If that thy bent of love be honourable,
   Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,
   By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
   Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
   And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
   And follow thee my lord throughout the world.

Nurse 

   [Within] Madam!

JULIET 

   I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well,
   I do beseech thee--

Nurse 

   [Within] Madam!

JULIET 

   By and by, I come:--
   To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:
   To-morrow will I send.

ROMEO 

   So thrive my soul--

JULIET 

   A thousand times good night!

   Exit, above

ROMEO 

   A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
   Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from
   their books,
   But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

   Retiring

   Re-enter JULIET, above

JULIET 

   Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,
   To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
   Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
   Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
   And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
   With repetition of my Romeo's name.

ROMEO 

   It is my soul that calls upon my name:
   How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
   Like softest music to attending ears!

JULIET 

   Romeo!

ROMEO 

   My dear?

JULIET 

   At what o'clock to-morrow
   Shall I send to thee?

ROMEO 

   At the hour of nine.

JULIET 

   I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.
   I have forgot why I did call thee back.

ROMEO 

   Let me stand here till thou remember it.

JULIET 

   I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
   Remembering how I love thy company.

ROMEO 

   And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
   Forgetting any other home but this.

JULIET 

   'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:
   And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
   Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
   Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
   And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
   So loving-jealous of his liberty.

ROMEO 

   I would I were thy bird.

JULIET 

   Sweet, so would I:
   Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
   Good night, good night! parting is such
   sweet sorrow,
   That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

   Exit above

ROMEO 

   Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
   Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!
   Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,
   His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.

   Exit

SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell. 

   Enter FRIAR LAURENCE, with a basket

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
   Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light,
   And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels
   From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels:
   Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,
   The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry,
   I must up-fill this osier cage of ours
   With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.
   The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb;
   What is her burying grave that is her womb,
   And from her womb children of divers kind
   We sucking on her natural bosom find,
   Many for many virtues excellent,
   None but for some and yet all different.
   O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies
   In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:
   For nought so vile that on the earth doth live
   But to the earth some special good doth give,
   Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use
   Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
   Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
   And vice sometimes by action dignified.
   Within the infant rind of this small flower
   Poison hath residence and medicine power:
   For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;
   Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
   Two such opposed kings encamp them still
   In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will;
   And where the worser is predominant,
   Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.

   Enter ROMEO

ROMEO 

   Good morrow, father.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Benedicite!
   What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
   Young son, it argues a distemper'd head
   So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:
   Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
   And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
   But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain
   Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign:
   Therefore thy earliness doth me assure
   Thou art up-roused by some distemperature;
   Or if not so, then here I hit it right,
   Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.

ROMEO 

   That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline?

ROMEO 

   With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;
   I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   That's my good son: but where hast thou been, then?

ROMEO 

   I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.
   I have been feasting with mine enemy,
   Where on a sudden one hath wounded me,
   That's by me wounded: both our remedies
   Within thy help and holy physic lies:
   I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo,
   My intercession likewise steads my foe.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;
   Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.

ROMEO 

   Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set
   On the fair daughter of rich Capulet:
   As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;
   And all combined, save what thou must combine
   By holy marriage: when and where and how
   We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow,
   I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,
   That thou consent to marry us to-day.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
   Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,
   So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies
   Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
   Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine
   Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!
   How much salt water thrown away in waste,
   To season love, that of it doth not taste!
   The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
   Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;
   Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
   Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet:
   If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine,
   Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline:
   And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then,
   Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.

ROMEO 

   Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.

ROMEO 

   And bad'st me bury love.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Not in a grave,
   To lay one in, another out to have.

ROMEO 

   I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now
   Doth grace for grace and love for love allow;
   The other did not so.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   O, she knew well
   Thy love did read by rote and could not spell.
   But come, young waverer, come, go with me,
   In one respect I'll thy assistant be;
   For this alliance may so happy prove,
   To turn your households' rancour to pure love.

ROMEO 

   O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.

   Exeunt

SCENE IV. A street. 

   Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO

MERCUTIO 

   Where the devil should this Romeo be?
   Came he not home to-night?

BENVOLIO 

   Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.

MERCUTIO 

   Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline.
   Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.

BENVOLIO 

   Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,
   Hath sent a letter to his father's house.

MERCUTIO 

   A challenge, on my life.

BENVOLIO 

   Romeo will answer it.

MERCUTIO 

   Any man that can write may answer a letter.

BENVOLIO 

   Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he
   dares, being dared.

MERCUTIO 

   Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead; stabbed with a
   white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a
   love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the
   blind bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man to
   encounter Tybalt?

BENVOLIO 

   Why, what is Tybalt?

MERCUTIO 

   More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is
   the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as
   you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and
   proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and
   the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk
   button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the
   very first house, of the first and second cause:
   ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the
   hai!

BENVOLIO 

   The what?

MERCUTIO 

   The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting
   fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! 'By Jesu,
   a very good blade! a very tall man! a very good
   whore!' Why, is not this a lamentable thing,
   grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with
   these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these
   perdona-mi's, who stand so much on the new form,
   that they cannot at ease on the old bench? O, their
   bones, their bones!

   Enter ROMEO

BENVOLIO 

   Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.

MERCUTIO 

   Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh,
   how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers
   that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a
   kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to
   be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy;
   Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey
   eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior
   Romeo, bon jour! there's a French salutation
   to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit
   fairly last night.

ROMEO 

   Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?

MERCUTIO 

   The ship, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?

ROMEO 

   Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in
   such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.

MERCUTIO 

   That's as much as to say, such a case as yours
   constrains a man to bow in the hams.

ROMEO 

   Meaning, to court'sy.

MERCUTIO 

   Thou hast most kindly hit it.

ROMEO 

   A most courteous exposition.

MERCUTIO 

   Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.

ROMEO 

   Pink for flower.

MERCUTIO 

   Right.

ROMEO 

   Why, then is my pump well flowered.

MERCUTIO 

   Well said: follow me this jest now till thou hast
   worn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it
   is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular.

ROMEO 

   O single-soled jest, solely singular for the
   singleness.

MERCUTIO 

   Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint.

ROMEO 

   Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match.

MERCUTIO 

   Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have
   done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of
   thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five:
   was I with you there for the goose?

ROMEO 

   Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast
   not there for the goose.

MERCUTIO 

   I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.

ROMEO 

   Nay, good goose, bite not.

MERCUTIO 

   Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most
   sharp sauce.

ROMEO 

   And is it not well served in to a sweet goose?

MERCUTIO 

   O here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an
   inch narrow to an ell broad!

ROMEO 

   I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added
   to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.

MERCUTIO 

   Why, is not this better now than groaning for love?
   now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art
   thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:
   for this drivelling love is like a great natural,
   that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole.

BENVOLIO 

   Stop there, stop there.

MERCUTIO 

   Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.

BENVOLIO 

   Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.

MERCUTIO 

   O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short:
   for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and
   meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer.

ROMEO 

   Here's goodly gear!

   Enter Nurse and PETER

MERCUTIO 

   A sail, a sail!

BENVOLIO 

   Two, two; a shirt and a smock.

Nurse 

   Peter!

PETER 

   Anon!

Nurse 

   My fan, Peter.

MERCUTIO 

   Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the
   fairer face.

Nurse 

   God ye good morrow, gentlemen.

MERCUTIO 

   God ye good den, fair gentlewoman.

Nurse 

   Is it good den?

MERCUTIO 

   'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the
   dial is now upon the prick of noon.

Nurse 

   Out upon you! what a man are you!

ROMEO 

   One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to
   mar.

Nurse 

   By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,'
   quoth a'? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I
   may find the young Romeo?

ROMEO 

   I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when
   you have found him than he was when you sought him:
   I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.

Nurse 

   You say well.

MERCUTIO 

   Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith;
   wisely, wisely.

Nurse 

   if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with
   you.

BENVOLIO 

   She will indite him to some supper.

MERCUTIO 

   A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! so ho!

ROMEO 

   What hast thou found?

MERCUTIO 

   No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie,
   that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.

   Sings
   An old hare hoar,
   And an old hare hoar,
   Is very good meat in lent
   But a hare that is hoar
   Is too much for a score,
   When it hoars ere it be spent.
   Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll
   to dinner, thither.

ROMEO 

   I will follow you.

MERCUTIO 

   Farewell, ancient lady; farewell,

   Singing
   'lady, lady, lady.'

   Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO

Nurse 

   Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucy
   merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?

ROMEO 

   A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk,
   and will speak more in a minute than he will stand
   to in a month.

Nurse 

   An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him
   down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such
   Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall.
   Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am
   none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by
   too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?

PETER 

   I saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weapon
   should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare
   draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a
   good quarrel, and the law on my side.

Nurse 

   Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about
   me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word:
   and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you
   out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself:
   but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into
   a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross
   kind of behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman
   is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double
   with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered
   to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.

ROMEO 

   Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I
   protest unto thee--

Nurse 

   Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much:
   Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman.

ROMEO 

   What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me.

Nurse 

   I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as
   I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.

ROMEO 

   Bid her devise
   Some means to come to shrift this afternoon;
   And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell
   Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains.

Nurse 

   No truly sir; not a penny.

ROMEO 

   Go to; I say you shall.

Nurse 

   This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there.

ROMEO 

   And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall:
   Within this hour my man shall be with thee
   And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair;
   Which to the high top-gallant of my joy
   Must be my convoy in the secret night.
   Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains:
   Farewell; commend me to thy mistress.

Nurse 

   Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir.

ROMEO 

   What say'st thou, my dear nurse?

Nurse 

   Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say,
   Two may keep counsel, putting one away?

ROMEO 

   I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel.

NURSE 

   Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady--Lord,
   Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing:--O, there
   is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain
   lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief
   see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her
   sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer
   man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks
   as pale as any clout in the versal world. Doth not
   rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?

ROMEO 

   Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R.

Nurse 

   Ah. mocker! that's the dog's name; R is for
   the--No; I know it begins with some other
   letter:--and she hath the prettiest sententious of
   it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good
   to hear it.

ROMEO 

   Commend me to thy lady.

Nurse 

   Ay, a thousand times.

   Exit Romeo
   Peter!

PETER 

   Anon!

Nurse 

   Peter, take my fan, and go before and apace.

   Exeunt

SCENE V. Capulet's orchard. 

   Enter JULIET

JULIET 

   The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;
   In half an hour she promised to return.
   Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so.
   O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts,
   Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
   Driving back shadows over louring hills:
   Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
   And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
   Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
   Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve
   Is three long hours, yet she is not come.
   Had she affections and warm youthful blood,
   She would be as swift in motion as a ball;
   My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
   And his to me:
   But old folks, many feign as they were dead;
   Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
   O God, she comes!

   Enter Nurse and PETER
   O honey nurse, what news?
   Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.

Nurse 

   Peter, stay at the gate.

   Exit PETER

JULIET 

   Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad?
   Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;
   If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news
   By playing it to me with so sour a face.

Nurse 

   I am a-weary, give me leave awhile:
   Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had!

JULIET 

   I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news:
   Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak.

Nurse 

   Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile?
   Do you not see that I am out of breath?

JULIET 

   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.
   Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that;
   Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:
   Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad?

Nurse 

   Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not
   how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his
   face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels
   all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body,
   though they be not to be talked on, yet they are
   past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy,
   but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy
   ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home?

JULIET 

   No, no: but all this did I know before.
   What says he of our marriage? what of that?

Nurse 

   Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I!
   It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
   My back o' t' other side,--O, my back, my back!
   Beshrew your heart for sending me about,
   To catch my death with jaunting up and down!

JULIET 

   I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.
   Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?

Nurse 

   Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a
   courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I
   warrant, a virtuous,--Where is your mother?

JULIET 

   Where is my mother! why, she is within;
   Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest!
   'Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
   Where is your mother?'

Nurse 

   O God's lady dear!
   Are you so hot? marry, come up, I trow;
   Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
   Henceforward do your messages yourself.

JULIET 

   Here's such a coil! come, what says Romeo?

Nurse 

   Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?

JULIET 

   I have.

Nurse 

   Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell;
   There stays a husband to make you a wife:
   Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
   They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.
   Hie you to church; I must another way,
   To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
   Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark:
   I am the drudge and toil in your delight,
   But you shall bear the burden soon at night.
   Go; I'll to dinner: hie you to the cell.

JULIET 

   Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell.

   Exeunt

SCENE VI. Friar Laurence's cell. 

   Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
   That after hours with sorrow chide us not!

ROMEO 

   Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
   It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
   That one short minute gives me in her sight:
   Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
   Then love-devouring death do what he dare;
   It is enough I may but call her mine.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   These violent delights have violent ends
   And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
   Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey
   Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
   And in the taste confounds the appetite:
   Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
   Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

   Enter JULIET
   Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot
   Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint:
   A lover may bestride the gossamer
   That idles in the wanton summer air,
   And yet not fall; so light is vanity.

JULIET 

   Good even to my ghostly confessor.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.

JULIET 

   As much to him, else is his thanks too much.

ROMEO 

   Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
   Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more
   To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
   This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue
   Unfold the imagined happiness that both
   Receive in either by this dear encounter.

JULIET 

   Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
   Brags of his substance, not of ornament:
   They are but beggars that can count their worth;
   But my true love is grown to such excess
   I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Come, come with me, and we will make short work;
   For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone
   Till holy church incorporate two in one.

   Exeunt

ACT III SCENE I. A public place. 

   Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants

BENVOLIO 

   I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:
   The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,
   And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;
   For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.

MERCUTIO 

   Thou art like one of those fellows that when he
   enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword
   upon the table and says 'God send me no need of
   thee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws
   it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.

BENVOLIO 

   Am I like such a fellow?

MERCUTIO 

   Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as
   any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as
   soon moody to be moved.

BENVOLIO 

   And what to?

MERCUTIO 

   Nay, an there were two such, we should have none
   shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why,
   thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more,
   or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou
   wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no
   other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what
   eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?
   Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of
   meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as
   an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a
   man for coughing in the street, because he hath
   wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun:
   didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing
   his new doublet before Easter? with another, for
   tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou
   wilt tutor me from quarrelling!

BENVOLIO 

   An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man
   should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.

MERCUTIO 

   The fee-simple! O simple!

BENVOLIO 

   By my head, here come the Capulets.

MERCUTIO 

   By my heel, I care not.

   Enter TYBALT and others

TYBALT 

   Follow me close, for I will speak to them.
   Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.

MERCUTIO 

   And but one word with one of us? couple it with
   something; make it a word and a blow.

TYBALT 

   You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you
   will give me occasion.

MERCUTIO 

   Could you not take some occasion without giving?

TYBALT 

   Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,--

MERCUTIO 

   Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an
   thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but
   discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall
   make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!

BENVOLIO 

   We talk here in the public haunt of men:
   Either withdraw unto some private place,
   And reason coldly of your grievances,
   Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.

MERCUTIO 

   Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;
   I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.

   Enter ROMEO

TYBALT 

   Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.

MERCUTIO 

   But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery:
   Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower;
   Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.'

TYBALT 

   Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford
   No better term than this,--thou art a villain.

ROMEO 

   Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
   Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
   To such a greeting: villain am I none;
   Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.

TYBALT 

   Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
   That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.

ROMEO 

   I do protest, I never injured thee,
   But love thee better than thou canst devise,
   Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:
   And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender
   As dearly as my own,--be satisfied.

MERCUTIO 

   O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!
   Alla stoccata carries it away.

   Draws
   Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?

TYBALT 

   What wouldst thou have with me?

MERCUTIO 

   Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine
   lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you
   shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the
   eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher
   by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your
   ears ere it be out.

TYBALT 

   I am for you.

   Drawing

ROMEO 

   Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

MERCUTIO 

   Come, sir, your passado.

   They fight

ROMEO 

   Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.
   Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage!
   Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath
   Forbidden bandying in Verona streets:
   Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio!

   TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies with his followers

MERCUTIO 

   I am hurt.
   A plague o' both your houses! I am sped.
   Is he gone, and hath nothing?

BENVOLIO 

   What, art thou hurt?

MERCUTIO 

   Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.
   Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

   Exit Page

ROMEO 

   Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.

MERCUTIO 

   No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a
   church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for
   me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I
   am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o'
   both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a
   cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a
   rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of
   arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I
   was hurt under your arm.

ROMEO 

   I thought all for the best.

MERCUTIO 

   Help me into some house, Benvolio,
   Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses!
   They have made worms' meat of me: I have it,
   And soundly too: your houses!

   Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO

ROMEO 

   This gentleman, the prince's near ally,
   My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
   In my behalf; my reputation stain'd
   With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour
   Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet,
   Thy beauty hath made me effeminate
   And in my temper soften'd valour's steel!

   Re-enter BENVOLIO

BENVOLIO 

   O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!
   That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,
   Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.

ROMEO 

   This day's black fate on more days doth depend;
   This but begins the woe, others must end.

BENVOLIO 

   Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.

ROMEO 

   Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!
   Away to heaven, respective lenity,
   And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!

   Re-enter TYBALT
   Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,
   That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul
   Is but a little way above our heads,
   Staying for thine to keep him company:
   Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.

TYBALT 

   Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
   Shalt with him hence.

ROMEO 

   This shall determine that.

   They fight; TYBALT falls

BENVOLIO 

   Romeo, away, be gone!
   The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.
   Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death,
   If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!

ROMEO 

   O, I am fortune's fool!

BENVOLIO 

   Why dost thou stay?

   Exit ROMEO

   Enter Citizens, & c

First Citizen 

   Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?
   Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?

BENVOLIO 

   There lies that Tybalt.

First Citizen 

   Up, sir, go with me;
   I charge thee in the princes name, obey.

   Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives, and others

PRINCE 

   Where are the vile beginners of this fray?

BENVOLIO 

   O noble prince, I can discover all
   The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:
   There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,
   That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.

LADY CAPULET 

   Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child!
   O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt
   O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,
   For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.
   O cousin, cousin!

PRINCE 

   Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?

BENVOLIO 

   Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;
   Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink
   How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal
   Your high displeasure: all this uttered
   With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,
   Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
   Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts
   With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast,
   Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point,
   And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats
   Cold death aside, and with the other sends
   It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity,
   Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,
   'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than
   his tongue,
   His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
   And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm
   An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
   Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;
   But by and by comes back to Romeo,
   Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,
   And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I
   Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain.
   And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.
   This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.

LADY CAPULET 

   He is a kinsman to the Montague;
   Affection makes him false; he speaks not true:
   Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,
   And all those twenty could but kill one life.
   I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;
   Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.

PRINCE 

   Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
   Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?

MONTAGUE 

   Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend;
   His fault concludes but what the law should end,
   The life of Tybalt.

PRINCE 

   And for that offence
   Immediately we do exile him hence:
   I have an interest in your hate's proceeding,
   My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;
   But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine
   That you shall all repent the loss of mine:
   I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;
   Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses:
   Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste,
   Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.
   Bear hence this body and attend our will:
   Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

   Exeunt

SCENE II. Capulet's orchard. 

   Enter JULIET

JULIET 

   Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
   Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner
   As Phaethon would whip you to the west,
   And bring in cloudy night immediately.
   Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,
   That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo
   Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.
   Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
   By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,
   It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,
   Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
   And learn me how to lose a winning match,
   Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:
   Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,
   With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold,
   Think true love acted simple modesty.
   Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
   For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
   Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
   Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
   Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
   Take him and cut him out in little stars,
   And he will make the face of heaven so fine
   That all the world will be in love with night
   And pay no worship to the garish sun.
   O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
   But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold,
   Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day
   As is the night before some festival
   To an impatient child that hath new robes
   And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,
   And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks
   But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.

   Enter Nurse, with cords
   Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords
   That Romeo bid thee fetch?

Nurse 

   Ay, ay, the cords.

   Throws them down

JULIET 

   Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?

Nurse 

   Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead!
   We are undone, lady, we are undone!
   Alack the day! he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead!

JULIET 

   Can heaven be so envious?

Nurse 

   Romeo can,
   Though heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo!
   Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!

JULIET 

   What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?
   This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
   Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but 'I,'
   And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more
   Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice:
   I am not I, if there be such an I;
   Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.'
   If he be slain, say 'I'; or if not, no:
   Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe.

Nurse 

   I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,--
   God save the mark!--here on his manly breast:
   A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;
   Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,
   All in gore-blood; I swounded at the sight.

JULIET 

   O, break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once!
   To prison, eyes, ne'er look on liberty!
   Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here;
   And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!

Nurse 

   O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!
   O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!
   That ever I should live to see thee dead!

JULIET 

   What storm is this that blows so contrary?
   Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead?
   My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord?
   Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!
   For who is living, if those two are gone?

Nurse 

   Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;
   Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.

JULIET 

   O God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?

Nurse 

   It did, it did; alas the day, it did!

JULIET 

   O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
   Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
   Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
   Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb!
   Despised substance of divinest show!
   Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,
   A damned saint, an honourable villain!
   O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell,
   When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend
   In moral paradise of such sweet flesh?
   Was ever book containing such vile matter
   So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell
   In such a gorgeous palace!

Nurse 

   There's no trust,
   No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured,
   All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.
   Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitae:
   These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.
   Shame come to Romeo!

JULIET 

   Blister'd be thy tongue
   For such a wish! he was not born to shame:
   Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit;
   For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd
   Sole monarch of the universal earth.
   O, what a beast was I to chide at him!

Nurse 

   Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?

JULIET 

   Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
   Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,
   When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?
   But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?
   That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband:
   Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;
   Your tributary drops belong to woe,
   Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.
   My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain;
   And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband:
   All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?
   Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death,
   That murder'd me: I would forget it fain;
   But, O, it presses to my memory,
   Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds:
   'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo--banished;'
   That 'banished,' that one word 'banished,'
   Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death
   Was woe enough, if it had ended there:
   Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship
   And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,
   Why follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,'
   Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,
   Which modern lamentations might have moved?
   But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death,
   'Romeo is banished,' to speak that word,
   Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
   All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banished!'
   There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
   In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.
   Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?

Nurse 

   Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:
   Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.

JULIET 

   Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent,
   When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.
   Take up those cords: poor ropes, you are beguiled,
   Both you and I; for Romeo is exiled:
   He made you for a highway to my bed;
   But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.
   Come, cords, come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed;
   And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!

Nurse 

   Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo
   To comfort you: I wot well where he is.
   Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night:
   I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell.

JULIET 

   O, find him! give this ring to my true knight,
   And bid him come to take his last farewell.

   Exeunt

SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell. 

   Enter FRIAR LAURENCE

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man:
   Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,
   And thou art wedded to calamity.

   Enter ROMEO

ROMEO 

   Father, what news? what is the prince's doom?
   What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,
   That I yet know not?

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Too familiar
   Is my dear son with such sour company:
   I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.

ROMEO 

   What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom?

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips,
   Not body's death, but body's banishment.

ROMEO 

   Ha, banishment! be merciful, say 'death;'
   For exile hath more terror in his look,
   Much more than death: do not say 'banishment.'

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Hence from Verona art thou banished:
   Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

ROMEO 

   There is no world without Verona walls,
   But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
   Hence-banished is banish'd from the world,
   And world's exile is death: then banished,
   Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment,
   Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe,
   And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
   Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince,
   Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,
   And turn'd that black word death to banishment:
   This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.

ROMEO 

   'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,
   Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog
   And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
   Live here in heaven and may look on her;
   But Romeo may not: more validity,
   More honourable state, more courtship lives
   In carrion-flies than Romeo: they my seize
   On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand
   And steal immortal blessing from her lips,
   Who even in pure and vestal modesty,
   Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;
   But Romeo may not; he is banished:
   Flies may do this, but I from this must fly:
   They are free men, but I am banished.
   And say'st thou yet that exile is not death?
   Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife,
   No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,
   But 'banished' to kill me?--'banished'?
   O friar, the damned use that word in hell;
   Howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart,
   Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
   A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,
   To mangle me with that word 'banished'?

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.

ROMEO 

   O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   I'll give thee armour to keep off that word:
   Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
   To comfort thee, though thou art banished.

ROMEO 

   Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy!
   Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
   Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom,
   It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   O, then I see that madmen have no ears.

ROMEO 

   How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.

ROMEO 

   Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:
   Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
   An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,
   Doting like me and like me banished,
   Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,
   And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
   Taking the measure of an unmade grave.

   Knocking within

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.

ROMEO 

   Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans,
   Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes.

   Knocking

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, arise;
   Thou wilt be taken. Stay awhile! Stand up;

   Knocking
   Run to my study. By and by! God's will,
   What simpleness is this! I come, I come!

   Knocking
   Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will?

Nurse 

   [Within] Let me come in, and you shall know
   my errand;
   I come from Lady Juliet.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Welcome, then.

   Enter Nurse

Nurse 

   O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,
   Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo?

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.

Nurse 

   O, he is even in my mistress' case,
   Just in her case! O woful sympathy!
   Piteous predicament! Even so lies she,
   Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.
   Stand up, stand up; stand, and you be a man:
   For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;
   Why should you fall into so deep an O?

ROMEO 

   Nurse!

Nurse 

   Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death's the end of all.

ROMEO 

   Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her?
   Doth she not think me an old murderer,
   Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy
   With blood removed 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 

   O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;
   And now falls on her bed; and then starts up,
   And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,
   And then down falls again.

ROMEO 

   As if that name,
   Shot from the deadly level of a gun,
   Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand
   Murder'd her kinsman. O, tell me, friar, tell me,
   In what vile part of this anatomy
   Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack
   The hateful mansion.

   Drawing his sword

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Hold thy desperate hand:
   Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art:
   Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote
   The unreasonable fury of a beast:
   Unseemly woman in a seeming man!
   Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!
   Thou hast amazed me: by my holy order,
   I thought thy disposition better temper'd.
   Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?
   And stay thy lady too that lives in thee,
   By doing damned hate upon thyself?
   Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth?
   Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet
   In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose.
   Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit;
   Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all,
   And usest none in that true use indeed
   Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit:
   Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,
   Digressing from the valour of a man;
   Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury,
   Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish;
   Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
   Misshapen in the conduct of them both,
   Like powder in a skitless soldier's flask,
   Is set afire by thine own ignorance,
   And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.
   What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
   For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;
   There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
   But thou slew'st Tybalt; there are thou happy too:
   The law that threaten'd death becomes thy friend
   And turns it to exile; there art thou happy:
   A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back;
   Happiness courts thee in her best array;
   But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,
   Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:
   Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
   Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
   Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her:
   But look thou stay not till the watch be set,
   For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
   Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time
   To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
   Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back
   With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
   Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.
   Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady;
   And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
   Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto:
   Romeo is coming.

Nurse 

   O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night
   To hear good counsel: O, what learning is!
   My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.

ROMEO 

   Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.

Nurse 

   Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir:
   Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.

   Exit

ROMEO 

   How well my comfort is revived by this!

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state:
   Either be gone before the watch be set,
   Or by the break of day disguised from hence:
   Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
   And he shall signify from time to time
   Every good hap to you that chances here:
   Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night.

ROMEO 

   But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
   It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell.

   Exeunt

SCENE IV. A room in Capulet's house. 

   Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS

CAPULET 

   Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily,
   That we have had no time to move our daughter:
   Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly,
   And so did I:--Well, we were born to die.
   'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night:
   I promise you, but for your company,
   I would have been a-bed an hour ago.

PARIS 

   These times of woe afford no time to woo.
   Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.

LADY CAPULET 

   I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;
   To-night she is mew'd up to her heaviness.

CAPULET 

   Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
   Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled
   In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not.
   Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;
   Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love;
   And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next--
   But, soft! what day is this?

PARIS 

   Monday, my lord,

CAPULET 

   Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon,
   O' Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her,
   She shall be married to this noble earl.
   Will you be ready? do you like this haste?
   We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two;
   For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,
   It may be thought we held him carelessly,
   Being our kinsman, if we revel much:
   Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,
   And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?

PARIS 

   My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.

CAPULET 

   Well get you gone: o' Thursday be it, then.
   Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,
   Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.
   Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho!
   Afore me! it is so very very late,
   That we may call it early by and by.
   Good night.

   Exeunt

SCENE V. Capulet's orchard. 

   Enter ROMEO and JULIET above, at the window

JULIET 

   Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
   It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
   That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
   Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:
   Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

ROMEO 

   It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
   No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks
   Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:
   Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
   Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
   I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

JULIET 

   Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I:
   It is some meteor that the sun exhales,
   To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
   And light thee on thy way to Mantua:
   Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone.

ROMEO 

   Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;
   I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
   I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,
   'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;
   Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
   The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:
   I have more care to stay than will to go:
   Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
   How is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day.

JULIET 

   It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away!
   It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
   Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
   Some say the lark makes sweet division;
   This doth not so, for she divideth us:
   Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes,
   O, now I would they had changed voices too!
   Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
   Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day,
   O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.

ROMEO 

   More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!

   Enter Nurse, to the chamber

Nurse 

   Madam!

JULIET 

   Nurse?

Nurse 

   Your lady mother is coming to your chamber:
   The day is broke; be wary, look about.

   Exit

JULIET 

   Then, window, let day in, and let life out.

ROMEO 

   Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.

   He goeth down

JULIET 

   Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend!
   I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
   For in a minute there are many days:
   O, by this count I shall be much in years
   Ere I again behold my Romeo!

ROMEO 

   Farewell!
   I will omit no opportunity
   That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.

JULIET 

   O think'st thou we shall ever meet again?

ROMEO 

   I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve
   For sweet discourses in our time to come.

JULIET 

   O God, I have an ill-divining soul!
   Methinks I see thee, now thou art below,
   As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:
   Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.

ROMEO 

   And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:
   Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!

   Exit

JULIET 

   O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:
   If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him.
   That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune;
   For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
   But send him back.

LADY CAPULET 

   [Within] Ho, daughter! are you up?

JULIET 

   Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother?
   Is she not down so late, or up so early?
   What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither?

   Enter LADY CAPULET

LADY CAPULET 

   Why, how now, Juliet!

JULIET 

   Madam, I am not well.

LADY CAPULET 

   Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?
   What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
   An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;
   Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of love;
   But much of grief shows still some want of wit.

JULIET 

   Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.

LADY CAPULET 

   So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
   Which you weep for.

JULIET 

   Feeling so the loss,
   Cannot choose but ever weep the friend.

LADY CAPULET 

   Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death,
   As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.

JULIET 

   What villain madam?

LADY CAPULET 

   That same villain, Romeo.

JULIET 

   [Aside] Villain and he be many miles asunder.--
   God Pardon him! I do, with all my heart;
   And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.

LADY CAPULET 

   That is, because the traitor murderer lives.

JULIET 

   Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands:
   Would none but I might venge my cousin's death!

LADY CAPULET 

   We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:
   Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,
   Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,
   Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram,
   That he shall soon keep Tybalt company:
   And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.

JULIET 

   Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
   With Romeo, till I behold him--dead--
   Is my poor heart for a kinsman vex'd.
   Madam, if you could find out but a man
   To bear a poison, I would temper it;
   That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,
   Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors
   To hear him named, and cannot come to him.
   To wreak the love I bore my cousin
   Upon his body that slaughter'd him!

LADY CAPULET 

   Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man.
   But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.

JULIET 

   And joy comes well in such a needy time:
   What are they, I beseech your ladyship?

LADY CAPULET 

   Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;
   One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
   Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,
   That thou expect'st not nor I look'd not for.

JULIET 

   Madam, in happy time, what day is that?

LADY CAPULET 

   Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
   The gallant, young and noble gentleman,
   The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church,
   Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.

JULIET 

   Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too,
   He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
   I wonder at this haste; that I must wed
   Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo.
   I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
   I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear,
   It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
   Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!

LADY CAPULET 

   Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,
   And see how he will take it at your hands.

   Enter CAPULET and Nurse

CAPULET 

   When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;
   But for the sunset of my brother's son
   It rains downright.
   How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears?
   Evermore showering? In one little body
   Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind;
   For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
   Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,
   Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;
   Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,
   Without a sudden calm, will overset
   Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife!
   Have you deliver'd to her our decree?

LADY CAPULET 

   Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.
   I would the fool were married to her grave!

CAPULET 

   Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife.
   How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?
   Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest,
   Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
   So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?

JULIET 

   Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you have:
   Proud can I never be of what I hate;
   But thankful even for hate, that is meant love.

CAPULET 

   How now, how now, chop-logic! What is this?
   'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not;'
   And yet 'not proud,' mistress minion, you,
   Thank me no thankings, nor, proud me no prouds,
   But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,
   To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church,
   Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
   Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage!
   You tallow-face!

LADY CAPULET 

   Fie, fie! what, are you mad?

JULIET 

   Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
   Hear me with patience but to speak a word.

CAPULET 

   Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!
   I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday,
   Or never after look me in the face:
   Speak not, reply not, do not answer me;
   My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest
   That God had lent us but this only child;
   But now I see this one is one too much,
   And that we have a curse in having her:
   Out on her, hilding!

Nurse 

   God in heaven bless her!
   You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.

CAPULET 

   And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,
   Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.

Nurse 

   I speak no treason.

CAPULET 

   O, God ye god-den.

Nurse 

   May not one speak?

CAPULET 

   Peace, you mumbling fool!
   Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl;
   For here we need it not.

LADY CAPULET 

   You are too hot.

CAPULET 

   God's bread! it makes me mad:
   Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,
   Alone, in company, still my care hath been
   To have her match'd: and having now provided
   A gentleman of noble parentage,
   Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,
   Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts,
   Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man;
   And then to have a wretched puling fool,
   A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,
   To answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love,
   I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.'
   But, as you will not wed, I'll pardon you:
   Graze where you will you shall not house with me:
   Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.
   Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise:
   An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;
   And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in
   the streets,
   For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,
   Nor what is mine shall never do thee good:
   Trust to't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn.

   Exit

JULIET 

   Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
   That sees into the bottom of my grief?
   O, sweet my mother, cast me not away!
   Delay this marriage for a month, a week;
   Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
   In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.

LADY CAPULET 

   Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word:
   Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.

   Exit

JULIET 

   O God!--O nurse, how shall this be prevented?
   My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
   How shall that faith return again to earth,
   Unless that husband send it me from heaven
   By leaving earth? comfort me, counsel me.
   Alack, alack, 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, nurse.

Nurse 

   Faith, here it is.
   Romeo is banish'd; and all the world to nothing,
   That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;
   Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
   Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
   I think it best you married with the county.
   O, he's a lovely gentleman!
   Romeo's a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam,
   Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye
   As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
   I think you are happy in this second match,
   For it excels your first: or if it did not,
   Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were,
   As living here and you no use of him.

JULIET 

   Speakest thou from thy heart?

Nurse 

   And from my soul too;
   Or else beshrew them both.

JULIET 

   Amen!

Nurse 

   What?

JULIET 

   Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.
   Go in: and tell my lady I am gone,
   Having displeased my father, to Laurence' cell,
   To make confession and to be absolved.

Nurse 

   Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.

   Exit

JULIET 

   Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
   Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
   Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
   Which she hath praised him with above compare
   So many thousand times? Go, counsellor;
   Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
   I'll to the friar, to know his remedy:
   If all else fail, myself have power to die.

   Exit

ACT IV SCENE I. Friar Laurence's cell. 

   Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.

PARIS 

   My father Capulet will have it so;
   And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   You say you do not know the lady's mind:
   Uneven is the course, I like it not.

PARIS 

   Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,
   And therefore have I little talk'd of love;
   For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
   Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
   That she doth give her sorrow so much sway,
   And in his wisdom hastes our marriage,
   To stop the inundation of her tears;
   Which, too much minded by herself alone,
   May be put from her by society:
   Now do you know the reason of this haste.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   [Aside] I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.
   Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.

   Enter JULIET

PARIS 

   Happily met, my lady and my wife!

JULIET 

   That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.

PARIS 

   That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.

JULIET 

   What must be shall be.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   That's a certain text.

PARIS 

   Come you to make confession to this father?

JULIET 

   To answer that, I should confess to you.

PARIS 

   Do not deny to him that you love me.

JULIET 

   I will confess to you that I love him.

PARIS 

   So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.

JULIET 

   If I do so, it will be of more price,
   Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.

PARIS 

   Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.

JULIET 

   The tears have got small victory by that;
   For it was bad enough before their spite.

PARIS 

   Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report.

JULIET 

   That is no slander, sir, which is a truth;
   And what I spake, I spake it to my face.

PARIS 

   Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.

JULIET 

   It may be so, for it is not mine own.
   Are you at leisure, holy father, now;
   Or shall I come to you at evening mass?

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.
   My lord, we must entreat the time alone.

PARIS 

   God shield I should disturb devotion!
   Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye:
   Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.

   Exit

JULIET 

   O shut the door! and when thou hast done so,
   Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;
   It strains me past the compass of my wits:
   I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,
   On Thursday next be married to this county.

JULIET 

   Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,
   Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:
   If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,
   Do thou but call my resolution wise,
   And with this knife I'll help it presently.
   God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;
   And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,
   Shall be the label to another deed,
   Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
   Turn to another, this shall slay them both:
   Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time,
   Give me some present counsel, or, behold,
   'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
   Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that
   Which the commission of thy years and art
   Could to no issue of true honour bring.
   Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
   If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope,
   Which craves as desperate an execution.
   As that is desperate which we would prevent.
   If, rather than to marry County Paris,
   Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,
   Then is it likely thou wilt undertake
   A thing like death to chide away this shame,
   That copest with death himself to scape from it:
   And, if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy.

JULIET 

   O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
   From off the battlements of yonder tower;
   Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
   Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;
   Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
   O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
   With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;
   Or bid me go into a new-made grave
   And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
   Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;
   And I will do it without fear or doubt,
   To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent
   To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow:
   To-morrow night look that thou lie alone;
   Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:
   Take thou this vial, being then in bed,
   And this distilled liquor drink thou off;
   When presently through all thy veins shall run
   A cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse
   Shall keep his native progress, but surcease:
   No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest;
   The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
   To paly ashes, thy eyes' windows fall,
   Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;
   Each part, deprived of supple government,
   Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death:
   And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death
   Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,
   And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
   Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes
   To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:
   Then, as the manner of our country is,
   In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier
   Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault
   Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
   In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
   Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,
   And hither shall he come: and he and I
   Will watch thy waking, and that very night
   Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
   And this shall free thee from this present shame;
   If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
   Abate thy valour in the acting it.

JULIET 

   Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous
   In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed
   To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.

JULIET 

   Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.
   Farewell, dear father!

   Exeunt

SCENE II. Hall in Capulet's house. 

   Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and two Servingmen

CAPULET 

   So many guests invite as here are writ.

   Exit First Servant
   Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.

Second Servant 

   You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they
   can lick their fingers.

CAPULET 

   How canst thou try them so?

Second Servant 

   Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his
   own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his
   fingers goes not with me.

CAPULET 

   Go, be gone.

   Exit Second Servant
   We shall be much unfurnished for this time.
   What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?

Nurse 

   Ay, forsooth.

CAPULET 

   Well, he may chance to do some good on her:
   A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.

Nurse 

   See where she comes from shrift with merry look.

   Enter JULIET

CAPULET 

   How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?

JULIET 

   Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin
   Of disobedient opposition
   To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd
   By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
   And beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you!
   Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.

CAPULET 

   Send for the county; go tell him of this:
   I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.

JULIET 

   I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;
   And gave him what becomed love I might,
   Not step o'er the bounds of modesty.

CAPULET 

   Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up:
   This is as't should be. Let me see the county;
   Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.
   Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar,
   Our whole city is much bound to him.

JULIET 

   Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,
   To help me sort such needful ornaments
   As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?

LADY CAPULET 

   No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.

CAPULET 

   Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow.

   Exeunt JULIET and Nurse

LADY CAPULET 

   We shall be short in our provision:
   'Tis now near night.

CAPULET 

   Tush, I will stir about,
   And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife:
   Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her;
   I'll not to bed to-night; let me alone;
   I'll play the housewife for this once. What, ho!
   They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself
   To County Paris, to prepare him up
   Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light,
   Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.

   Exeunt

SCENE III. Juliet's chamber. 

   Enter JULIET and Nurse

JULIET 

   Ay, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse,
   I pray thee, leave me to my self to-night,
   For I have need of many orisons
   To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
   Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin.

   Enter LADY CAPULET

LADY CAPULET 

   What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?

JULIET 

   No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries
   As are behoveful for our state to-morrow:
   So please you, let me now be left alone,
   And let the nurse this night sit up with you;
   For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,
   In this so sudden business.

LADY CAPULET 

   Good night:
   Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.

   Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse

JULIET 

   Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
   I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
   That almost freezes up the heat of life:
   I'll call them back again to comfort me:
   Nurse! What should she do here?
   My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
   Come, vial.
   What if this mixture do not work at all?
   Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?
   No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there.

   Laying down her dagger
   What if it be a poison, which the friar
   Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead,
   Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
   Because he married me before to Romeo?
   I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not,
   For he hath still been tried a holy man.
   How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
   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,
   To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
   And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
   Or, if I live, is it not very like,
   The horrible conceit of death and night,
   Together with the terror of the place,--
   As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
   Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
   Of all my buried ancestors are packed:
   Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
   Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,
   At some hours in the night spirits resort;--
   Alack, alack, is it not like that I,
   So early waking, what with loathsome smells,
   And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,
   That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:--
   O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
   Environed with all these hideous fears?
   And madly play with my forefather's joints?
   And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?
   And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
   As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
   O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost
   Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
   Upon a rapier's point: stay, Tybalt, stay!
   Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.

   She falls upon her bed, within the curtains

SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet's house. 

   Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse

LADY CAPULET 

   Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.

Nurse 

   They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.

   Enter CAPULET

CAPULET 

   Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd,
   The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:
   Look to the baked meats, good Angelica:
   Spare not for the cost.

Nurse 

   Go, you cot-quean, go,
   Get you to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrow
   For this night's watching.

CAPULET 

   No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now
   All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.

LADY CAPULET 

   Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;
   But I will watch you from such watching now.

   Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse

CAPULET 

   A jealous hood, a jealous hood!

   Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets
   Now, fellow,
   What's there?

First Servant 

   Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.

CAPULET 

   Make haste, make haste.

   Exit First Servant
   Sirrah, fetch drier logs:
   Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.

Second Servant 

   I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,
   And never trouble Peter for the matter.

   Exit

CAPULET 

   Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!
   Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day:
   The county will be here with music straight,
   For so he said he would: I hear him near.

   Music within
   Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say!

   Re-enter Nurse
   Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up;
   I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste,
   Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already:
   Make haste, I say.

   Exeunt

SCENE V. Juliet's chamber. 

   Enter Nurse

Nurse 

   Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:
   Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed!
   Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride!
   What, not a word? you take your pennyworths now;
   Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
   The County Paris hath set up his rest,
   That you shall rest but little. God forgive me,
   Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep!
   I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam!
   Ay, let the county take you in your bed;
   He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?

   Undraws the curtains
   What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!
   I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady!
   Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead!
   O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!
   Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! my lady!

   Enter LADY CAPULET

LADY CAPULET 

   What noise is here?

Nurse 

   O lamentable day!

LADY CAPULET 

   What is the matter?

Nurse 

   Look, look! O heavy day!

LADY CAPULET 

   O me, O me! My child, my only life,
   Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!
   Help, help! Call help.

   Enter CAPULET

CAPULET 

   For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.

Nurse 

   She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day!

LADY CAPULET 

   Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!

CAPULET 

   Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's cold:
   Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;
   Life and these lips have long been separated:
   Death lies on her like an untimely frost
   Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

Nurse 

   O lamentable day!

LADY CAPULET 

   O woful time!

CAPULET 

   Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,
   Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.

   Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Come, is the bride ready to go to church?

CAPULET 

   Ready to go, but never to return.
   O son! the night before thy wedding-day
   Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies,
   Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
   Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;
   My daughter he hath wedded: I will die,
   And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.

PARIS 

   Have I thought long to see this morning's face,
   And doth it give me such a sight as this?

LADY CAPULET 

   Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
   Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
   In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
   But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
   But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
   And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight!

Nurse 

   O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
   Most lamentable day, 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:
   O woful day, O woful day!

PARIS 

   Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
   Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd,
   By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!
   O love! O life! not life, but love in death!

CAPULET 

   Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!
   Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now
   To murder, murder our solemnity?
   O child! O child! my soul, and not my child!
   Dead art thou! Alack! my child is dead;
   And with my child my joys are buried.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not
   In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
   Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,
   And all the better is it for the maid:
   Your part in her you could not keep from death,
   But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
   The most you sought was her promotion;
   For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced:
   And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced
   Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
   O, in this love, you love your child so ill,
   That you run mad, seeing that she is well:
   She's not well married that lives married long;
   But she's best married that dies married young.
   Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
   On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,
   In all her best array bear her to church:
   For though fond nature bids us an lament,
   Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.

CAPULET 

   All things that we ordained festival,
   Turn from their office to black funeral;
   Our instruments to melancholy bells,
   Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,
   Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
   Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
   And all things change them to the contrary.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him;
   And go, Sir Paris; every one prepare
   To follow this fair corse unto her grave:
   The heavens do lour upon you for some ill;
   Move them no more by crossing their high will.

   Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, PARIS, and FRIAR LAURENCE

First Musician 

   Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.

Nurse 

   Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up;
   For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.

   Exit

First Musician 

   Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.

   Enter PETER

PETER 

   Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's
   ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'

First Musician 

   Why 'Heart's ease?'

PETER 

   O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My
   heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump,
   to comfort me.

First Musician 

   Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.

PETER 

   You will not, then?

First Musician 

   No.

PETER 

   I will then give it you soundly.

First Musician 

   What will you give us?

PETER 

   No money, on my faith, but the gleek;
   I will give you the minstrel.

First Musician 

   Then I will give you the serving-creature.

PETER 

   Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on
   your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you,
   I'll fa you; do you note me?

First Musician 

   An you re us and fa us, you note us.

Second Musician 

   Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.

PETER 

   Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you
   with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer
   me like men:
   'When griping grief the heart doth wound,
   And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
   Then music with her silver sound'--
   why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver
   sound'? What say you, Simon Catling?

Musician 

   Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.

PETER 

   Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck?

Second Musician 

   I say 'silver sound,' because musicians sound for silver.

PETER 

   Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost?

Third Musician 

   Faith, I know not what to say.

PETER 

   O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say
   for you. It is 'music with her silver sound,'
   because musicians have no gold for sounding:
   'Then music with her silver sound
   With speedy help doth lend redress.'

   Exit

First Musician 

   What a pestilent knave is this same!

Second Musician 

   Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the
   mourners, and stay dinner.

   Exeunt

ACT V SCENE I. Mantua. A street. 

   Enter ROMEO

ROMEO 

   If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
   My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:
   My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;
   And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit
   Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
   I dreamt my lady came and found me dead--
   Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave
   to think!--
   And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,
   That I revived, and was an emperor.
   Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,
   When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!

   Enter BALTHASAR, booted
   News from Verona!--How now, Balthasar!
   Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?
   How doth my lady? Is my father well?
   How fares my Juliet? that I ask again;
   For nothing can be ill, if she be well.

BALTHASAR 

   Then she is well, and nothing can be ill:
   Her body sleeps in Capel's monument,
   And her immortal part with angels lives.
   I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,
   And presently took post to tell it you:
   O, pardon me for bringing these ill news,
   Since you did leave it for my office, sir.

ROMEO 

   Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!
   Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper,
   And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.

BALTHASAR 

   I do beseech you, sir, have patience:
   Your looks are pale and wild, and do import
   Some misadventure.

ROMEO 

   Tush, thou art deceived:
   Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do.
   Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?

BALTHASAR 

   No, my good lord.

ROMEO 

   No matter: get thee gone,
   And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.

   Exit BALTHASAR
   Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.
   Let's see for means: O mischief, thou art swift
   To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
   I do remember an apothecary,--
   And hereabouts he dwells,--which late I noted
   In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
   Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,
   Sharp misery had worn him to the bones:
   And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
   An alligator stuff'd, and other skins
   Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
   A beggarly account of empty boxes,
   Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds,
   Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses,
   Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.
   Noting this penury, to myself I said
   'An if a man did need a poison now,
   Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
   Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.'
   O, this same thought did but forerun my need;
   And this same needy man must sell it me.
   As I remember, this should be the house.
   Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
   What, ho! apothecary!

   Enter Apothecary

Apothecary 

   Who calls so loud?

ROMEO 

   Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor:
   Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have
   A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear
   As will disperse itself through all the veins
   That the life-weary taker may fall dead
   And that the trunk may be discharged of breath
   As violently as hasty powder fired
   Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.

Apothecary 

   Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law
   Is death to any he that utters them.

ROMEO 

   Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,
   And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
   Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,
   Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back;
   The world is not thy friend nor the world's law;
   The world affords no law to make thee rich;
   Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.

Apothecary 

   My poverty, but not my will, consents.

ROMEO 

   I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.

Apothecary 

   Put this in any liquid thing you will,
   And drink it off; and, if you had the strength
   Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.

ROMEO 

   There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,
   Doing more murders in this loathsome world,
   Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
   I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none.
   Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh.
   Come, cordial and not poison, go with me
   To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.

   Exeunt

SCENE II. Friar Laurence's cell. 

   Enter FRIAR JOHN

FRIAR JOHN 

   Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!

   Enter FRIAR LAURENCE

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   This same should be the voice of Friar John.
   Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo?
   Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.

FRIAR JOHN 

   Going to find a bare-foot brother out
   One of our order, to associate me,
   Here in this city visiting the sick,
   And finding him, the searchers of the town,
   Suspecting that we both were in a house
   Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
   Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth;
   So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo?

FRIAR JOHN 

   I could not send it,--here it is again,--
   Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
   So fearful were they of infection.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
   The letter was not nice but full of charge
   Of dear import, and the neglecting it
   May do much danger. Friar John, go hence;
   Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight
   Unto my cell.

FRIAR JOHN 

   Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.

   Exit

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Now must I to the monument alone;
   Within three hours will fair Juliet wake:
   She will beshrew me much that Romeo
   Hath had no notice of these accidents;
   But I will write again to Mantua,
   And keep her at my cell till Romeo come;
   Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb!

   Exit

SCENE III. A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets. 

   Enter PARIS, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch

PARIS 

   Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof:
   Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
   Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along,
   Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;
   So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,
   Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,
   But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,
   As signal that thou hear'st something approach.
   Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.

PAGE 

   [Aside] I am almost afraid to stand alone
   Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.

   Retires

PARIS 

   Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,--
   O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;--
   Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,
   Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans:
   The obsequies that I for thee will keep
   Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.

   The Page whistles
   The boy gives warning something doth approach.
   What cursed foot wanders this way to-night,
   To cross my obsequies and true love's rite?
   What with a torch! muffle me, night, awhile.

   Retires

   Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, & c

ROMEO 

   Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.
   Hold, take this letter; early in the morning
   See thou deliver it to my lord and father.
   Give me the light: upon thy life, I charge thee,
   Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof,
   And do not interrupt me in my course.
   Why I descend into this bed of death,
   Is partly to behold my lady's face;
   But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger
   A precious ring, a ring that I must use
   In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone:
   But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry
   In what I further shall intend to do,
   By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint
   And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs:
   The time and my intents are savage-wild,
   More fierce and more inexorable far
   Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

BALTHASAR 

   I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.

ROMEO 

   So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that:
   Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow.

BALTHASAR 

   [Aside] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout:
   His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.

   Retires

ROMEO 

   Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,
   Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth,
   Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
   And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!

   Opens the tomb

PARIS 

   This is that banish'd haughty Montague,
   That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief,
   It is supposed, the fair creature died;
   And here is come to do some villanous shame
   To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.

   Comes forward
   Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague!
   Can vengeance be pursued further than death?
   Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:
   Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.

ROMEO 

   I must indeed; and therefore came I hither.
   Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man;
   Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone;
   Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,
   Put not another sin upon my head,
   By urging me to fury: O, be gone!
   By heaven, I love thee better than myself;
   For I come hither arm'd against myself:
   Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say,
   A madman's mercy bade thee run away.

PARIS 

   I do defy thy conjurations,
   And apprehend thee for a felon here.

ROMEO 

   Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy!

   They fight

PAGE 

   O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.

   Exit

PARIS 

   O, I am slain!

   Falls
   If thou be merciful,
   Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.

   Dies

ROMEO 

   In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.
   Mercutio's kinsman, 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:
   Said he not so? or did I dream it so?
   Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
   To think it was so? O, give me thy hand,
   One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!
   I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;
   A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth,
   For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
   This vault a feasting presence full of light.
   Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.

   Laying PARIS in the tomb
   How oft when men are at the point of death
   Have they been merry! which their keepers call
   A lightning before death: O, how may I
   Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife!
   Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
   Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
   Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
   Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
   And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
   Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
   O, what more favour can I do to thee,
   Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain
   To sunder his that was thine enemy?
   Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,
   Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe
   That unsubstantial death is amorous,
   And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
   Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
   For fear of that, I still will stay with thee;
   And never from this palace of dim night
   Depart again: here, here will I remain
   With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here
   Will I set up my everlasting rest,
   And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
   From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
   Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
   The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
   A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
   Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
   Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
   The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
   Here's to my love!

   Drinks
   O true apothecary!
   Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.

   Dies

   Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, FRIAR LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night
   Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's there?

BALTHASAR 

   Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,
   What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light
   To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern,
   It burneth in the Capel's monument.

BALTHASAR 

   It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,
   One that you love.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Who is it?

BALTHASAR 

   Romeo.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   How long hath he been there?

BALTHASAR 

   Full half an hour.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Go with me to the vault.

BALTHASAR 

   I dare not, sir
   My master knows not but I am gone hence;
   And fearfully did menace me with death,
   If I did stay to look on his intents.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Stay, then; I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me:
   O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.

BALTHASAR 

   As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
   I dreamt my master and another fought,
   And that my master slew him.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   Romeo!

   Advances
   Alack, alack, 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
   Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too?
   And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour
   Is guilty of this lamentable chance!
   The lady stirs.

   JULIET wakes

JULIET 

   O comfortable friar! where is my lord?
   I do remember well where I should be,
   And there I am. Where is my Romeo?

   Noise within

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest
   Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep:
   A greater power than we can contradict
   Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.
   Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;
   And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee
   Among a sisterhood of holy nuns:
   Stay not to question, for the watch is coming;
   Come, go, good Juliet,

   Noise again
   I dare no longer stay.

JULIET 

   Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.

   Exit FRIAR LAURENCE
   What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?
   Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:
   O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop
   To help me after? I will kiss thy lips;
   Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,
   To make die with a restorative.

   Kisses him
   Thy lips are warm.

First Watchman 

   [Within] Lead, boy: which way?

JULIET 

   Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!

   Snatching ROMEO's dagger
   This is thy sheath;

   Stabs herself
   there rust, and let me die.

   Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies

   Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS

PAGE 

   This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn.

First Watchman 

   The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:
   Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach.
   Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain,
   And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,
   Who here hath lain these two days buried.
   Go, tell the prince: run to the Capulets:
   Raise up the Montagues: some others search:
   We see the ground whereon these woes do lie;
   But the true ground of all these piteous woes
   We cannot without circumstance descry.

   Re-enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR

Second Watchman 

   Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard.

First Watchman 

   Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither.

   Re-enter others of the Watch, with FRIAR LAURENCE

Third Watchman 

   Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps:
   We took this mattock and this spade from him,
   As he was coming from this churchyard side.

First Watchman 

   A great suspicion: stay the friar too.

   Enter the PRINCE and Attendants

PRINCE 

   What misadventure is so early up,
   That calls our person from our morning's rest?

   Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and others

CAPULET 

   What should it be, that they so shriek abroad?

LADY CAPULET 

   The people in the street cry Romeo,
   Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run,
   With open outcry toward our monument.

PRINCE 

   What fear is this which startles in our ears?

First Watchman 

   Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;
   And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,
   Warm and new kill'd.

PRINCE 

   Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.

First Watchman 

   Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man;
   With instruments upon them, fit to open
   These dead men's tombs.

CAPULET 

   O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!
   This dagger hath mista'en--for, lo, his house
   Is empty on the back of Montague,--
   And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom!

LADY CAPULET 

   O me! this sight of death is as a bell,
   That warns my old age to a sepulchre.

   Enter MONTAGUE and others

PRINCE 

   Come, Montague; for thou art early up,
   To see thy son and heir more early down.

MONTAGUE 

   Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;
   Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath:
   What further woe conspires against mine age?

PRINCE 

   Look, and thou shalt see.

MONTAGUE 

   O thou untaught! what manners is in this?
   To press before thy father to a grave?

PRINCE 

   Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,
   Till we can clear these ambiguities,
   And know their spring, their head, their
   true descent;
   And then will I be general of your woes,
   And lead you even to death: meantime forbear,
   And let mischance be slave to patience.
   Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   I am the greatest, able to do least,
   Yet most suspected, as the time and place
   Doth make against me of this direful murder;
   And here I stand, both to impeach and purge
   Myself condemned and myself excused.

PRINCE 

   Then say at once what thou dost know in this.

FRIAR LAURENCE 

   I will be brief, for my short date of breath
   Is not so long as is a tedious tale.
   Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;
   And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife:
   I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day
   Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death
   Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from the city,
   For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined.
   You, to remove that siege of grief from her,
   Betroth'd and would have married her perforce
   To County Paris: then comes she to me,
   And, with wild looks, bid me devise some mean
   To rid her from this second marriage,
   Or in my cell there would she kill herself.
   Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,
   A sleeping potion; which so took effect
   As I intended, for it wrought on her
   The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo,
   That he should hither come as this dire night,
   To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,
   Being the time the potion's force should cease.
   But he which bore my letter, Friar John,
   Was stay'd by accident, and yesternight
   Return'd my letter back. Then all alone
   At the prefixed hour of her waking,
   Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;
   Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
   Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:
   But when I came, some minute ere the time
   Of her awaking, here untimely lay
   The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.
   She wakes; and I entreated her come forth,
   And bear this work of heaven with patience:
   But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;
   And she, too desperate, would not go with me,
   But, as it seems, did violence on herself.
   All this I know; and to the marriage
   Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this
   Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
   Be sacrificed, some hour before his time,
   Unto the rigour of severest law.

PRINCE 

   We still have known thee for a holy man.
   Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?

BALTHASAR 

   I brought my master news of Juliet's death;
   And then in post he came from Mantua
   To this same place, to this same monument.
   This letter he early bid me give his father,
   And threatened me with death, going in the vault,
   I departed not and left him there.

PRINCE 

   Give me the letter; I will look on it.
   Where is the county's page, that raised the watch?
   Sirrah, what made your master in this place?

PAGE 

   He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave;
   And bid me stand aloof, and so I did:
   Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb;
   And by and by my master drew on him;
   And then I ran away to call the watch.

PRINCE 

   This letter doth make good the friar's words,
   Their course of love, the tidings of her death:
   And here he writes that he did buy a poison
   Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
   Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
   Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!
   See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
   That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.
   And I for winking at your discords too
   Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd.

CAPULET 

   O brother Montague, give me thy hand:
   This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
   Can I demand.

MONTAGUE 

   But I can give thee more:
   For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
   That while Verona by that name is known,
   There shall no figure at such rate be set
   As that of true and faithful Juliet.

CAPULET 

   As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie;
   Poor sacrifices of our enmity!

PRINCE 

   A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
   The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
   Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
   Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
   For never was a story of more woe
   Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

   Exeunt
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