├── .env
├── README.md
├── package.json
├── 1-createPineconeIndex.js
├── 3-queryPineconeAndQueryGPT.js
├── 0-main.js
├── 2-updatePinecone.js
└── documents
    └── Romeo and Juliet.txt


/.env:
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1 | OPENAI_API_KEY=OPENAIAPIKEYGOESHERE
2 | PINECONE_API_KEY=PINECONEAPIKEYGOESHERE
3 | PINECONE_ENVIRONMENT=ENVIRONMENTGOESHERE
4 | 


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/README.md:
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1 | # Get-Started-With-Langchain-and-Pinecone-in-Node.js
2 | 
3 | From my youtube tutorial: https://youtu.be/CF5buEVrYwo
4 | 


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/package.json:
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 1 | {
 2 |   "name": "langchain-pinecone-nodejs",
 3 |   "version": "1.0.0",
 4 |   "description": "",
 5 |   "main": "main.js",
 6 |   "scripts": {
 7 |     "test": "echo \"Error: no test specified\" && exit 1"
 8 |   },
 9 |   "keywords": [],
10 |   "author": "",
11 |   "license": "ISC",
12 |   "dependencies": {
13 |     "@pinecone-database/pinecone": "^0.0.10",
14 |     "dotenv": "^16.0.3",
15 |     "langchain": "^0.0.73",
16 |     "pdf-parse": "^1.1.1"
17 |   },
18 |   "engines": {
19 |     "npm": ">=8.0.0 <10.0.0",
20 |     "node": ">=17.0.0 <19.0.0"
21 |   },
22 |   "type": "module"
23 | }
24 | 


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/1-createPineconeIndex.js:
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 1 | export const createPineconeIndex = async (
 2 |   client,
 3 |   indexName,
 4 |   vectorDimension
 5 | ) => {
 6 | // 1. Initiate index existence check
 7 |   console.log(`Checking "${indexName}"...`);
 8 | // 2. Get list of existing indexes
 9 |   const existingIndexes = await client.listIndexes();
10 | // 3. If index doesn't exist, create it
11 |   if (!existingIndexes.includes(indexName)) {
12 | // 4. Log index creation initiation
13 |     console.log(`Creating "${indexName}"...`);
14 | // 5. Create index
15 |     const createClient = await client.createIndex({
16 |       createRequest: {
17 |         name: indexName,
18 |         dimension: vectorDimension,
19 |         metric: "cosine",
20 |       },
21 |     });
22 | // 6. Log successful creation
23 |     console.log(`Created with client:`, createClient);
24 | // 7. Wait 60 seconds for index initialization
25 |     await new Promise((resolve) => setTimeout(resolve, 60000));
26 |   } else {
27 | // 8. Log if index already exists
28 |     console.log(`"${indexName}" already exists.`);
29 |   }
30 | };
31 | 


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/3-queryPineconeAndQueryGPT.js:
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 1 | // 1. Import required modules
 2 | import { OpenAIEmbeddings } from "langchain/embeddings/openai";
 3 | import { OpenAI } from "langchain/llms/openai";
 4 | import { loadQAStuffChain } from "langchain/chains";
 5 | import { Document } from "langchain/document";
 6 | // 2. Export the queryPineconeVectorStoreAndQueryLLM function
 7 | export const queryPineconeVectorStoreAndQueryLLM = async (
 8 |   client,
 9 |   indexName,
10 |   question
11 | ) => {
12 | // 3. Start query process
13 |   console.log("Querying Pinecone vector store...");
14 | // 4. Retrieve the Pinecone index
15 |   const index = client.Index(indexName);
16 | // 5. Create query embedding
17 |   const queryEmbedding = await new OpenAIEmbeddings().embedQuery(question);
18 | // 6. Query Pinecone index and return top 10 matches
19 |   let queryResponse = await index.query({
20 |     queryRequest: {
21 |       topK: 10,
22 |       vector: queryEmbedding,
23 |       includeMetadata: true,
24 |       includeValues: true,
25 |     },
26 |   });
27 | // 7. Log the number of matches 
28 |   console.log(`Found ${queryResponse.matches.length} matches...`);
29 | // 8. Log the question being asked
30 |   console.log(`Asking question: ${question}...`);
31 |   if (queryResponse.matches.length) {
32 | // 9. Create an OpenAI instance and load the QAStuffChain
33 |     const llm = new OpenAI({});
34 |     const chain = loadQAStuffChain(llm);
35 | // 10. Extract and concatenate page content from matched documents
36 |     const concatenatedPageContent = queryResponse.matches
37 |       .map((match) => match.metadata.pageContent)
38 |       .join(" ");
39 | // 11. Execute the chain with input documents and question
40 |     const result = await chain.call({
41 |       input_documents: [new Document({ pageContent: concatenatedPageContent })],
42 |       question: question,
43 |     });
44 | // 12. Log the answer
45 |     console.log(`Answer: ${result.text}`);
46 |   } else {
47 | // 13. Log that there are no matches, so GPT-3 will not be queried
48 |     console.log("Since there are no matches, GPT-3 will not be queried.");
49 |   }
50 | };
51 | 


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/0-main.js:
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 1 | // 1. Initialize a new project with: npm init -y, and create an 4 js files .env file 
 2 | // 2. npm i "@pinecone-database/pinecone@^0.0.10" dotenv@^16.0.3 langchain@^0.0.73
 3 | // 3. Obtain API key from OpenAI (https://platform.openai.com/account/api-keys)
 4 | // 4. Obtain API key from Pinecone (https://app.pinecone.io/)
 5 | // 5. Enter API keys in .env file
 6 | // Optional: if you want to use other file loaders (https://js.langchain.com/docs/modules/indexes/document_loaders/examples/file_loaders/)
 7 | import { PineconeClient } from "@pinecone-database/pinecone";
 8 | import { DirectoryLoader } from "langchain/document_loaders/fs/directory";
 9 | import { TextLoader } from "langchain/document_loaders/fs/text";
10 | import { PDFLoader } from "langchain/document_loaders/fs/pdf";
11 | import * as dotenv from "dotenv";
12 | import { createPineconeIndex } from "./1-createPineconeIndex.js";
13 | import { updatePinecone } from "./2-updatePinecone.js";
14 | import { queryPineconeVectorStoreAndQueryLLM } from "./3-queryPineconeAndQueryGPT.js";
15 | // 6. Load environment variables
16 | dotenv.config();
17 | // 7. Set up DirectoryLoader to load documents from the ./documents directory
18 | const loader = new DirectoryLoader("./documents", {
19 |     ".txt": (path) => new TextLoader(path),
20 |     ".pdf": (path) => new PDFLoader(path),
21 | });
22 | const docs = await loader.load();
23 | // 8. Set up variables for the filename, question, and index settings
24 | const question = "Who is mr Gatsby?";
25 | const indexName = "your-pinecone-index-name";
26 | const vectorDimension = 1536;
27 | // 9. Initialize Pinecone client with API key and environment
28 | const client = new PineconeClient();
29 | await client.init({
30 |   apiKey: process.env.PINECONE_API_KEY,
31 |   environment: process.env.PINECONE_ENVIRONMENT,
32 | });
33 | // 10. Run the main async function
34 | (async () => {
35 | // 11. Check if Pinecone index exists and create if necessary
36 |   await createPineconeIndex(client, indexName, vectorDimension);
37 | // 12. Update Pinecone vector store with document embeddings
38 |   await updatePinecone(client, indexName, docs);
39 | // 13. Query Pinecone vector store and GPT model for an answer
40 |   await queryPineconeVectorStoreAndQueryLLM(client, indexName, question);
41 | })();
42 | 


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/2-updatePinecone.js:
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 1 | // 1. Import required modules
 2 | import { OpenAIEmbeddings } from "langchain/embeddings/openai";
 3 | import { RecursiveCharacterTextSplitter } from "langchain/text_splitter";
 4 | // 2. Export updatePinecone function
 5 | export const updatePinecone = async (client, indexName, docs) => {
 6 |   console.log("Retrieving Pinecone index...");
 7 | // 3. Retrieve Pinecone index
 8 |   const index = client.Index(indexName);
 9 | // 4. Log the retrieved index name
10 |   console.log(`Pinecone index retrieved: ${indexName}`);
11 | // 5. Process each document in the docs array
12 |   for (const doc of docs) {
13 |     console.log(`Processing document: ${doc.metadata.source}`);
14 |     const txtPath = doc.metadata.source;
15 |     const text = doc.pageContent;
16 | // 6. Create RecursiveCharacterTextSplitter instance
17 |     const textSplitter = new RecursiveCharacterTextSplitter({
18 |       chunkSize: 1000,
19 |     });
20 |     console.log("Splitting text into chunks...");
21 | // 7. Split text into chunks (documents)
22 |     const chunks = await textSplitter.createDocuments([text]);
23 |     console.log(`Text split into ${chunks.length} chunks`);
24 |     console.log(
25 |       `Calling OpenAI's Embedding endpoint documents with ${chunks.length} text chunks ...`
26 |     );
27 | // 8. Create OpenAI embeddings for documents
28 |     const embeddingsArrays = await new OpenAIEmbeddings().embedDocuments(
29 |       chunks.map((chunk) => chunk.pageContent.replace(/\n/g, " "))
30 |     );
31 |     console.log("Finished embedding documents");
32 |     console.log(
33 |       `Creating ${chunks.length} vectors array with id, values, and metadata...`
34 |     );
35 | // 9. Create and upsert vectors in batches of 100
36 |     const batchSize = 100;
37 |     let batch = [];
38 |     for (let idx = 0; idx < chunks.length; idx++) {
39 |       const chunk = chunks[idx];
40 |       const vector = {
41 |         id: `${txtPath}_${idx}`,
42 |         values: embeddingsArrays[idx],
43 |         metadata: {
44 |           ...chunk.metadata,
45 |           loc: JSON.stringify(chunk.metadata.loc),
46 |           pageContent: chunk.pageContent,
47 |           txtPath: txtPath,
48 |         },
49 |       };
50 |       batch.push(vector);
51 |       // When batch is full or it's the last item, upsert the vectors
52 |       if (batch.length === batchSize || idx === chunks.length - 1) {
53 |         await index.upsert({
54 |           upsertRequest: {
55 |             vectors: batch,
56 |           },
57 |         });
58 |         // Empty the batch
59 |         batch = [];
60 |       }
61 |     }
62 | // 10. Log the number of vectors updated
63 |     console.log(`Pinecone index updated with ${chunks.length} vectors`);
64 |   }
65 | };
66 | 


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/documents/Romeo and Juliet.txt:
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   1 | The Project Gutenberg eBook of Romeo and Juliet, by William Shakespeare
   2 | 
   3 | This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and
   4 | most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions
   5 | whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms
   6 | of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at
   7 | www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you
   8 | will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before
   9 | using this eBook.
  10 | 
  11 | Title: Romeo and Juliet
  12 | 
  13 | Author: William Shakespeare
  14 | 
  15 | Release Date: November, 1998 [eBook #1513]
  16 | [Most recently updated: May 11, 2022]
  17 | 
  18 | Language: English
  19 | 
  20 | 
  21 | Produced by: the PG Shakespeare Team, a team of about twenty Project Gutenberg volunteers.
  22 | 
  23 | *** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ROMEO AND JULIET ***
  24 | 
  25 | 
  26 | 
  27 | 
  28 | THE TRAGEDY OF ROMEO AND JULIET
  29 | 
  30 | 
  31 | 
  32 | by William Shakespeare
  33 | 
  34 | 
  35 | Contents
  36 | 
  37 | THE PROLOGUE.
  38 | 
  39 | ACT I
  40 | Scene I. A public place.
  41 | Scene II. A Street.
  42 | Scene III. Room in Capulet’s House.
  43 | Scene IV. A Street.
  44 | Scene V. A Hall in Capulet’s House.
  45 | 
  46 | 
  47 | ACT II
  48 | CHORUS.
  49 | Scene I. An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden.
  50 | Scene II. Capulet’s Garden.
  51 | Scene III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.
  52 | Scene IV. A Street.
  53 | Scene V. Capulet’s Garden.
  54 | Scene VI. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.
  55 | 
  56 | 
  57 | ACT III
  58 | Scene I. A public Place.
  59 | Scene II. A Room in Capulet’s House.
  60 | Scene III. Friar Lawrence’s cell.
  61 | Scene IV. A Room in Capulet’s House.
  62 | Scene V. An open Gallery to Juliet’s Chamber, overlooking the Garden.
  63 | 
  64 | 
  65 | ACT IV
  66 | Scene I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.
  67 | Scene II. Hall in Capulet’s House.
  68 | Scene III. Juliet’s Chamber.
  69 | Scene IV. Hall in Capulet’s House.
  70 | Scene V. Juliet’s Chamber; Juliet on the bed.
  71 | 
  72 | 
  73 | ACT V
  74 | Scene I. Mantua. A Street.
  75 | Scene II. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.
  76 | Scene III. A churchyard; in it a Monument belonging to the Capulets.
  77 | 
  78 | 
  79 | 
  80 | 
  81 |  Dramatis Personæ
  82 | 
  83 | ESCALUS, Prince of Verona.
  84 | MERCUTIO, kinsman to the Prince, and friend to Romeo.
  85 | PARIS, a young Nobleman, kinsman to the Prince.
  86 | Page to Paris.
  87 | 
  88 | MONTAGUE, head of a Veronese family at feud with the Capulets.
  89 | LADY MONTAGUE, wife to Montague.
  90 | ROMEO, son to Montague.
  91 | BENVOLIO, nephew to Montague, and friend to Romeo.
  92 | ABRAM, servant to Montague.
  93 | BALTHASAR, servant to Romeo.
  94 | 
  95 | CAPULET, head of a Veronese family at feud with the Montagues.
  96 | LADY CAPULET, wife to Capulet.
  97 | JULIET, daughter to Capulet.
  98 | TYBALT, nephew to Lady Capulet.
  99 | CAPULET’S COUSIN, an old man.
 100 | NURSE to Juliet.
 101 | PETER, servant to Juliet’s Nurse.
 102 | SAMPSON, servant to Capulet.
 103 | GREGORY, servant to Capulet.
 104 | Servants.
 105 | 
 106 | FRIAR LAWRENCE, a Franciscan.
 107 | FRIAR JOHN, of the same Order.
 108 | An Apothecary.
 109 | CHORUS.
 110 | Three Musicians.
 111 | An Officer.
 112 | Citizens of Verona; several Men and Women, relations to both houses;
 113 | Maskers, Guards, Watchmen and Attendants.
 114 | 
 115 | SCENE. During the greater part of the Play in Verona; once, in the
 116 | Fifth Act, at Mantua.
 117 | 
 118 | 
 119 | THE PROLOGUE
 120 | 
 121 |  Enter Chorus.
 122 | 
 123 | CHORUS.
 124 | Two households, both alike in dignity,
 125 | In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
 126 | From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
 127 | Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
 128 | From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
 129 | A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;
 130 | Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows
 131 | Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.
 132 | The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love,
 133 | And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
 134 | Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove,
 135 | Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;
 136 | The which, if you with patient ears attend,
 137 | What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
 138 | 
 139 |  [_Exit._]
 140 | 
 141 | 
 142 | 
 143 | ACT I
 144 | 
 145 | SCENE I. A public place.
 146 | 
 147 |  Enter Sampson and Gregory armed with swords and bucklers.
 148 | 
 149 | SAMPSON.
 150 | Gregory, on my word, we’ll not carry coals.
 151 | 
 152 | GREGORY.
 153 | No, for then we should be colliers.
 154 | 
 155 | SAMPSON.
 156 | I mean, if we be in choler, we’ll draw.
 157 | 
 158 | GREGORY.
 159 | Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o’ the collar.
 160 | 
 161 | SAMPSON.
 162 | I strike quickly, being moved.
 163 | 
 164 | GREGORY.
 165 | But thou art not quickly moved to strike.
 166 | 
 167 | SAMPSON.
 168 | A dog of the house of Montague moves me.
 169 | 
 170 | GREGORY.
 171 | To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou
 172 | art moved, thou runn’st away.
 173 | 
 174 | SAMPSON.
 175 | A dog of that house shall move me to stand.
 176 | I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague’s.
 177 | 
 178 | GREGORY.
 179 | That shows thee a weak slave, for the weakest goes to the wall.
 180 | 
 181 | SAMPSON.
 182 | True, and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to
 183 | the wall: therefore I will push Montague’s men from the wall, and
 184 | thrust his maids to the wall.
 185 | 
 186 | GREGORY.
 187 | The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.
 188 | 
 189 | SAMPSON.
 190 | ’Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the
 191 | men I will be civil with the maids, I will cut off their heads.
 192 | 
 193 | GREGORY.
 194 | The heads of the maids?
 195 | 
 196 | SAMPSON.
 197 | Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense
 198 | thou wilt.
 199 | 
 200 | GREGORY.
 201 | They must take it in sense that feel it.
 202 | 
 203 | SAMPSON.
 204 | Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and ’tis known I am a
 205 | pretty piece of flesh.
 206 | 
 207 | GREGORY.
 208 | ’Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John.
 209 | Draw thy tool; here comes of the house of Montagues.
 210 | 
 211 |  Enter Abram and Balthasar.
 212 | 
 213 | SAMPSON.
 214 | My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.
 215 | 
 216 | GREGORY.
 217 | How? Turn thy back and run?
 218 | 
 219 | SAMPSON.
 220 | Fear me not.
 221 | 
 222 | GREGORY.
 223 | No, marry; I fear thee!
 224 | 
 225 | SAMPSON.
 226 | Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.
 227 | 
 228 | GREGORY.
 229 | I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list.
 230 | 
 231 | SAMPSON.
 232 | Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them, which is disgrace to
 233 | them if they bear it.
 234 | 
 235 | ABRAM.
 236 | Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
 237 | 
 238 | SAMPSON.
 239 | I do bite my thumb, sir.
 240 | 
 241 | ABRAM.
 242 | Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
 243 | 
 244 | SAMPSON.
 245 | Is the law of our side if I say ay?
 246 | 
 247 | GREGORY.
 248 | No.
 249 | 
 250 | SAMPSON.
 251 | No sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir.
 252 | 
 253 | GREGORY.
 254 | Do you quarrel, sir?
 255 | 
 256 | ABRAM.
 257 | Quarrel, sir? No, sir.
 258 | 
 259 | SAMPSON.
 260 | But if you do, sir, I am for you. I serve as good a man as you.
 261 | 
 262 | ABRAM.
 263 | No better.
 264 | 
 265 | SAMPSON.
 266 | Well, sir.
 267 | 
 268 |  Enter Benvolio.
 269 | 
 270 | GREGORY.
 271 | Say better; here comes one of my master’s kinsmen.
 272 | 
 273 | SAMPSON.
 274 | Yes, better, sir.
 275 | 
 276 | ABRAM.
 277 | You lie.
 278 | 
 279 | SAMPSON.
 280 | Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow.
 281 | 
 282 |  [_They fight._]
 283 | 
 284 | BENVOLIO.
 285 | Part, fools! put up your swords, you know not what you do.
 286 | 
 287 |  [_Beats down their swords._]
 288 | 
 289 |  Enter Tybalt.
 290 | 
 291 | TYBALT.
 292 | What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
 293 | Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death.
 294 | 
 295 | BENVOLIO.
 296 | I do but keep the peace, put up thy sword,
 297 | Or manage it to part these men with me.
 298 | 
 299 | TYBALT.
 300 | What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word
 301 | As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
 302 | Have at thee, coward.
 303 | 
 304 |  [_They fight._]
 305 | 
 306 |  Enter three or four Citizens with clubs.
 307 | 
 308 | FIRST CITIZEN.
 309 | Clubs, bills and partisans! Strike! Beat them down!
 310 | Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues!
 311 | 
 312 |  Enter Capulet in his gown, and Lady Capulet.
 313 | 
 314 | CAPULET.
 315 | What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!
 316 | 
 317 | LADY CAPULET.
 318 | A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword?
 319 | 
 320 | CAPULET.
 321 | My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,
 322 | And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
 323 | 
 324 |  Enter Montague and his Lady Montague.
 325 | 
 326 | MONTAGUE.
 327 | Thou villain Capulet! Hold me not, let me go.
 328 | 
 329 | LADY MONTAGUE.
 330 | Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
 331 | 
 332 |  Enter Prince Escalus, with Attendants.
 333 | 
 334 | PRINCE.
 335 | Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
 336 | Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,—
 337 | Will they not hear? What, ho! You men, you beasts,
 338 | That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
 339 | With purple fountains issuing from your veins,
 340 | On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
 341 | Throw your mistemper’d weapons to the ground
 342 | And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
 343 | Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
 344 | By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
 345 | Have thrice disturb’d the quiet of our streets,
 346 | And made Verona’s ancient citizens
 347 | Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
 348 | To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
 349 | Canker’d with peace, to part your canker’d hate.
 350 | If ever you disturb our streets again,
 351 | Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
 352 | For this time all the rest depart away:
 353 | You, Capulet, shall go along with me,
 354 | And Montague, come you this afternoon,
 355 | To know our farther pleasure in this case,
 356 | To old Free-town, our common judgement-place.
 357 | Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
 358 | 
 359 |  [_Exeunt Prince and Attendants; Capulet, Lady Capulet, Tybalt,
 360 |  Citizens and Servants._]
 361 | 
 362 | MONTAGUE.
 363 | Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
 364 | Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
 365 | 
 366 | BENVOLIO.
 367 | Here were the servants of your adversary
 368 | And yours, close fighting ere I did approach.
 369 | I drew to part them, in the instant came
 370 | The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar’d,
 371 | Which, as he breath’d defiance to my ears,
 372 | He swung about his head, and cut the winds,
 373 | Who nothing hurt withal, hiss’d him in scorn.
 374 | While we were interchanging thrusts and blows
 375 | Came more and more, and fought on part and part,
 376 | Till the Prince came, who parted either part.
 377 | 
 378 | LADY MONTAGUE.
 379 | O where is Romeo, saw you him today?
 380 | Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
 381 | 
 382 | BENVOLIO.
 383 | Madam, an hour before the worshipp’d sun
 384 | Peer’d forth the golden window of the east,
 385 | A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad,
 386 | Where underneath the grove of sycamore
 387 | That westward rooteth from this city side,
 388 | So early walking did I see your son.
 389 | Towards him I made, but he was ware of me,
 390 | And stole into the covert of the wood.
 391 | I, measuring his affections by my own,
 392 | Which then most sought where most might not be found,
 393 | Being one too many by my weary self,
 394 | Pursu’d my humour, not pursuing his,
 395 | And gladly shunn’d who gladly fled from me.
 396 | 
 397 | MONTAGUE.
 398 | Many a morning hath he there been seen,
 399 | With tears augmenting the fresh morning’s dew,
 400 | Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;
 401 | But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
 402 | Should in the farthest east begin to draw
 403 | The shady curtains from Aurora’s bed,
 404 | Away from light steals home my heavy son,
 405 | And private in his chamber pens himself,
 406 | Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out
 407 | And makes himself an artificial night.
 408 | Black and portentous must this humour prove,
 409 | Unless good counsel may the cause remove.
 410 | 
 411 | BENVOLIO.
 412 | My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
 413 | 
 414 | MONTAGUE.
 415 | I neither know it nor can learn of him.
 416 | 
 417 | BENVOLIO.
 418 | Have you importun’d him by any means?
 419 | 
 420 | MONTAGUE.
 421 | Both by myself and many other friends;
 422 | But he, his own affections’ counsellor,
 423 | Is to himself—I will not say how true—
 424 | But to himself so secret and so close,
 425 | So far from sounding and discovery,
 426 | As is the bud bit with an envious worm
 427 | Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
 428 | Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
 429 | Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,
 430 | We would as willingly give cure as know.
 431 | 
 432 |  Enter Romeo.
 433 | 
 434 | BENVOLIO.
 435 | See, where he comes. So please you step aside;
 436 | I’ll know his grievance or be much denied.
 437 | 
 438 | MONTAGUE.
 439 | I would thou wert so happy by thy stay
 440 | To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let’s away,
 441 | 
 442 |  [_Exeunt Montague and Lady Montague._]
 443 | 
 444 | BENVOLIO.
 445 | Good morrow, cousin.
 446 | 
 447 | ROMEO.
 448 | Is the day so young?
 449 | 
 450 | BENVOLIO.
 451 | But new struck nine.
 452 | 
 453 | ROMEO.
 454 | Ay me, sad hours seem long.
 455 | Was that my father that went hence so fast?
 456 | 
 457 | BENVOLIO.
 458 | It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?
 459 | 
 460 | ROMEO.
 461 | Not having that which, having, makes them short.
 462 | 
 463 | BENVOLIO.
 464 | In love?
 465 | 
 466 | ROMEO.
 467 | Out.
 468 | 
 469 | BENVOLIO.
 470 | Of love?
 471 | 
 472 | ROMEO.
 473 | Out of her favour where I am in love.
 474 | 
 475 | BENVOLIO.
 476 | Alas that love so gentle in his view,
 477 | Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof.
 478 | 
 479 | ROMEO.
 480 | Alas that love, whose view is muffled still,
 481 | Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!
 482 | Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?
 483 | Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
 484 | Here’s much to do with hate, but more with love:
 485 | Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
 486 | O anything, of nothing first create!
 487 | O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
 488 | Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
 489 | Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!
 490 | Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
 491 | This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
 492 | Dost thou not laugh?
 493 | 
 494 | BENVOLIO.
 495 | No coz, I rather weep.
 496 | 
 497 | ROMEO.
 498 | Good heart, at what?
 499 | 
 500 | BENVOLIO.
 501 | At thy good heart’s oppression.
 502 | 
 503 | ROMEO.
 504 | Why such is love’s transgression.
 505 | Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
 506 | Which thou wilt propagate to have it prest
 507 | With more of thine. This love that thou hast shown
 508 | Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
 509 | Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs;
 510 | Being purg’d, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;
 511 | Being vex’d, a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears:
 512 | What is it else? A madness most discreet,
 513 | A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
 514 | Farewell, my coz.
 515 | 
 516 |  [_Going._]
 517 | 
 518 | BENVOLIO.
 519 | Soft! I will go along:
 520 | And if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
 521 | 
 522 | ROMEO.
 523 | Tut! I have lost myself; I am not here.
 524 | This is not Romeo, he’s some other where.
 525 | 
 526 | BENVOLIO.
 527 | Tell me in sadness who is that you love?
 528 | 
 529 | ROMEO.
 530 | What, shall I groan and tell thee?
 531 | 
 532 | BENVOLIO.
 533 | Groan! Why, no; but sadly tell me who.
 534 | 
 535 | ROMEO.
 536 | Bid a sick man in sadness make his will,
 537 | A word ill urg’d to one that is so ill.
 538 | In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
 539 | 
 540 | BENVOLIO.
 541 | I aim’d so near when I suppos’d you lov’d.
 542 | 
 543 | ROMEO.
 544 | A right good markman, and she’s fair I love.
 545 | 
 546 | BENVOLIO.
 547 | A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
 548 | 
 549 | ROMEO.
 550 | Well, in that hit you miss: she’ll not be hit
 551 | With Cupid’s arrow, she hath Dian’s wit;
 552 | And in strong proof of chastity well arm’d,
 553 | From love’s weak childish bow she lives uncharm’d.
 554 | She will not stay the siege of loving terms
 555 | Nor bide th’encounter of assailing eyes,
 556 | Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:
 557 | O she’s rich in beauty, only poor
 558 | That when she dies, with beauty dies her store.
 559 | 
 560 | BENVOLIO.
 561 | Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
 562 | 
 563 | ROMEO.
 564 | She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste;
 565 | For beauty starv’d with her severity,
 566 | Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
 567 | She is too fair, too wise; wisely too fair,
 568 | To merit bliss by making me despair.
 569 | She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow
 570 | Do I live dead, that live to tell it now.
 571 | 
 572 | BENVOLIO.
 573 | Be rul’d by me, forget to think of her.
 574 | 
 575 | ROMEO.
 576 | O teach me how I should forget to think.
 577 | 
 578 | BENVOLIO.
 579 | By giving liberty unto thine eyes;
 580 | Examine other beauties.
 581 | 
 582 | ROMEO.
 583 | ’Tis the way
 584 | To call hers, exquisite, in question more.
 585 | These happy masks that kiss fair ladies’ brows,
 586 | Being black, puts us in mind they hide the fair;
 587 | He that is strucken blind cannot forget
 588 | The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
 589 | Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
 590 | What doth her beauty serve but as a note
 591 | Where I may read who pass’d that passing fair?
 592 | Farewell, thou canst not teach me to forget.
 593 | 
 594 | BENVOLIO.
 595 | I’ll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.
 596 | 
 597 |  [_Exeunt._]
 598 | 
 599 | SCENE II. A Street.
 600 | 
 601 |  Enter Capulet, Paris and Servant.
 602 | 
 603 | CAPULET.
 604 | But Montague is bound as well as I,
 605 | In penalty alike; and ’tis not hard, I think,
 606 | For men so old as we to keep the peace.
 607 | 
 608 | PARIS.
 609 | Of honourable reckoning are you both,
 610 | And pity ’tis you liv’d at odds so long.
 611 | But now my lord, what say you to my suit?
 612 | 
 613 | CAPULET.
 614 | But saying o’er what I have said before.
 615 | My child is yet a stranger in the world,
 616 | She hath not seen the change of fourteen years;
 617 | Let two more summers wither in their pride
 618 | Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.
 619 | 
 620 | PARIS.
 621 | Younger than she are happy mothers made.
 622 | 
 623 | CAPULET.
 624 | And too soon marr’d are those so early made.
 625 | The earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she,
 626 | She is the hopeful lady of my earth:
 627 | But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,
 628 | My will to her consent is but a part;
 629 | And she agree, within her scope of choice
 630 | Lies my consent and fair according voice.
 631 | This night I hold an old accustom’d feast,
 632 | Whereto I have invited many a guest,
 633 | Such as I love, and you among the store,
 634 | One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
 635 | At my poor house look to behold this night
 636 | Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:
 637 | Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
 638 | When well apparell’d April on the heel
 639 | Of limping winter treads, even such delight
 640 | Among fresh female buds shall you this night
 641 | Inherit at my house. Hear all, all see,
 642 | And like her most whose merit most shall be:
 643 | Which, on more view of many, mine, being one,
 644 | May stand in number, though in reckoning none.
 645 | Come, go with me. Go, sirrah, trudge about
 646 | Through fair Verona; find those persons out
 647 | Whose names are written there, [_gives a paper_] and to them say,
 648 | My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
 649 | 
 650 |  [_Exeunt Capulet and Paris._]
 651 | 
 652 | SERVANT.
 653 | Find them out whose names are written here! It is written that the
 654 | shoemaker should meddle with his yard and the tailor with his last, the
 655 | fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to
 656 | find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what
 657 | names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned. In good
 658 | time!
 659 | 
 660 |  Enter Benvolio and Romeo.
 661 | 
 662 | BENVOLIO.
 663 | Tut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning,
 664 | One pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish;
 665 | Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
 666 | One desperate grief cures with another’s languish:
 667 | Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
 668 | And the rank poison of the old will die.
 669 | 
 670 | ROMEO.
 671 | Your plantain leaf is excellent for that.
 672 | 
 673 | BENVOLIO.
 674 | For what, I pray thee?
 675 | 
 676 | ROMEO.
 677 | For your broken shin.
 678 | 
 679 | BENVOLIO.
 680 | Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
 681 | 
 682 | ROMEO.
 683 | Not mad, but bound more than a madman is:
 684 | Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
 685 | Whipp’d and tormented and—God-den, good fellow.
 686 | 
 687 | SERVANT.
 688 | God gi’ go-den. I pray, sir, can you read?
 689 | 
 690 | ROMEO.
 691 | Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
 692 | 
 693 | SERVANT.
 694 | Perhaps you have learned it without book.
 695 | But I pray, can you read anything you see?
 696 | 
 697 | ROMEO.
 698 | Ay, If I know the letters and the language.
 699 | 
 700 | SERVANT.
 701 | Ye say honestly, rest you merry!
 702 | 
 703 | ROMEO.
 704 | Stay, fellow; I can read.
 705 | 
 706 |  [_He reads the letter._]
 707 | 
 708 | _Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;
 709 | County Anselmo and his beauteous sisters;
 710 | The lady widow of Utruvio;
 711 | Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces;
 712 | Mercutio and his brother Valentine;
 713 | Mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daughters;
 714 | My fair niece Rosaline and Livia;
 715 | Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt;
 716 | Lucio and the lively Helena. _
 717 | 
 718 | 
 719 | A fair assembly. [_Gives back the paper_] Whither should they come?
 720 | 
 721 | SERVANT.
 722 | Up.
 723 | 
 724 | ROMEO.
 725 | Whither to supper?
 726 | 
 727 | SERVANT.
 728 | To our house.
 729 | 
 730 | ROMEO.
 731 | Whose house?
 732 | 
 733 | SERVANT.
 734 | My master’s.
 735 | 
 736 | ROMEO.
 737 | Indeed I should have ask’d you that before.
 738 | 
 739 | SERVANT.
 740 | Now I’ll tell you without asking. My master is the great rich Capulet,
 741 | and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray come and crush a
 742 | cup of wine. Rest you merry.
 743 | 
 744 |  [_Exit._]
 745 | 
 746 | BENVOLIO.
 747 | At this same ancient feast of Capulet’s
 748 | Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov’st;
 749 | With all the admired beauties of Verona.
 750 | Go thither and with unattainted eye,
 751 | Compare her face with some that I shall show,
 752 | And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
 753 | 
 754 | ROMEO.
 755 | When the devout religion of mine eye
 756 | Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fire;
 757 | And these who, often drown’d, could never die,
 758 | Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars.
 759 | One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun
 760 | Ne’er saw her match since first the world begun.
 761 | 
 762 | BENVOLIO.
 763 | Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,
 764 | Herself pois’d with herself in either eye:
 765 | But in that crystal scales let there be weigh’d
 766 | Your lady’s love against some other maid
 767 | That I will show you shining at this feast,
 768 | And she shall scant show well that now shows best.
 769 | 
 770 | ROMEO.
 771 | I’ll go along, no such sight to be shown,
 772 | But to rejoice in splendour of my own.
 773 | 
 774 |  [_Exeunt._]
 775 | 
 776 | SCENE III. Room in Capulet’s House.
 777 | 
 778 |  Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.
 779 | 
 780 | LADY CAPULET.
 781 | Nurse, where’s my daughter? Call her forth to me.
 782 | 
 783 | NURSE.
 784 | Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,
 785 | I bade her come. What, lamb! What ladybird!
 786 | God forbid! Where’s this girl? What, Juliet!
 787 | 
 788 |  Enter Juliet.
 789 | 
 790 | JULIET.
 791 | How now, who calls?
 792 | 
 793 | NURSE.
 794 | Your mother.
 795 | 
 796 | JULIET.
 797 | Madam, I am here. What is your will?
 798 | 
 799 | LADY CAPULET.
 800 | This is the matter. Nurse, give leave awhile,
 801 | We must talk in secret. Nurse, come back again,
 802 | I have remember’d me, thou’s hear our counsel.
 803 | Thou knowest my daughter’s of a pretty age.
 804 | 
 805 | NURSE.
 806 | Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
 807 | 
 808 | LADY CAPULET.
 809 | She’s not fourteen.
 810 | 
 811 | NURSE.
 812 | I’ll lay fourteen of my teeth,
 813 | And yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four,
 814 | She is not fourteen. How long is it now
 815 | To Lammas-tide?
 816 | 
 817 | LADY CAPULET.
 818 | A fortnight and odd days.
 819 | 
 820 | NURSE.
 821 | Even or odd, of all days in the year,
 822 | Come Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen.
 823 | Susan and she,—God rest all Christian souls!—
 824 | Were of an age. Well, Susan is with God;
 825 | She was too good for me. But as I said,
 826 | On Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen;
 827 | That shall she, marry; I remember it well.
 828 | ’Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;
 829 | And she was wean’d,—I never shall forget it—,
 830 | Of all the days of the year, upon that day:
 831 | For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,
 832 | Sitting in the sun under the dovehouse wall;
 833 | My lord and you were then at Mantua:
 834 | Nay, I do bear a brain. But as I said,
 835 | When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple
 836 | Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,
 837 | To see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug!
 838 | Shake, quoth the dovehouse: ’twas no need, I trow,
 839 | To bid me trudge.
 840 | And since that time it is eleven years;
 841 | For then she could stand alone; nay, by th’rood
 842 | She could have run and waddled all about;
 843 | For even the day before she broke her brow,
 844 | And then my husband,—God be with his soul!
 845 | A was a merry man,—took up the child:
 846 | ‘Yea,’ quoth he, ‘dost thou fall upon thy face?
 847 | Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;
 848 | Wilt thou not, Jule?’ and, by my holidame,
 849 | The pretty wretch left crying, and said ‘Ay’.
 850 | To see now how a jest shall come about.
 851 | I warrant, and I should live a thousand years,
 852 | I never should forget it. ‘Wilt thou not, Jule?’ quoth he;
 853 | And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said ‘Ay.’
 854 | 
 855 | LADY CAPULET.
 856 | Enough of this; I pray thee hold thy peace.
 857 | 
 858 | NURSE.
 859 | Yes, madam, yet I cannot choose but laugh,
 860 | To think it should leave crying, and say ‘Ay’;
 861 | And yet I warrant it had upon it brow
 862 | A bump as big as a young cockerel’s stone;
 863 | A perilous knock, and it cried bitterly.
 864 | ‘Yea,’ quoth my husband, ‘fall’st upon thy face?
 865 | Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;
 866 | Wilt thou not, Jule?’ it stinted, and said ‘Ay’.
 867 | 
 868 | JULIET.
 869 | And stint thou too, I pray thee, Nurse, say I.
 870 | 
 871 | NURSE.
 872 | Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace
 873 | Thou wast the prettiest babe that e’er I nurs’d:
 874 | And I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish.
 875 | 
 876 | LADY CAPULET.
 877 | Marry, that marry is the very theme
 878 | I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
 879 | How stands your disposition to be married?
 880 | 
 881 | JULIET.
 882 | It is an honour that I dream not of.
 883 | 
 884 | NURSE.
 885 | An honour! Were not I thine only nurse,
 886 | I would say thou hadst suck’d wisdom from thy teat.
 887 | 
 888 | LADY CAPULET.
 889 | Well, think of marriage now: younger than you,
 890 | Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
 891 | Are made already mothers. By my count
 892 | I was your mother much upon these years
 893 | That you are now a maid. Thus, then, in brief;
 894 | The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
 895 | 
 896 | NURSE.
 897 | A man, young lady! Lady, such a man
 898 | As all the world—why he’s a man of wax.
 899 | 
 900 | LADY CAPULET.
 901 | Verona’s summer hath not such a flower.
 902 | 
 903 | NURSE.
 904 | Nay, he’s a flower, in faith a very flower.
 905 | 
 906 | LADY CAPULET.
 907 | What say you, can you love the gentleman?
 908 | This night you shall behold him at our feast;
 909 | Read o’er the volume of young Paris’ face,
 910 | And find delight writ there with beauty’s pen.
 911 | Examine every married lineament,
 912 | And see how one another lends content;
 913 | And what obscur’d in this fair volume lies,
 914 | Find written in the margent of his eyes.
 915 | This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
 916 | To beautify him, only lacks a cover:
 917 | The fish lives in the sea; and ’tis much pride
 918 | For fair without the fair within to hide.
 919 | That book in many’s eyes doth share the glory,
 920 | That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;
 921 | So shall you share all that he doth possess,
 922 | By having him, making yourself no less.
 923 | 
 924 | NURSE.
 925 | No less, nay bigger. Women grow by men.
 926 | 
 927 | LADY CAPULET.
 928 | Speak briefly, can you like of Paris’ love?
 929 | 
 930 | JULIET.
 931 | I’ll look to like, if looking liking move:
 932 | But no more deep will I endart mine eye
 933 | Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
 934 | 
 935 |  Enter a Servant.
 936 | 
 937 | SERVANT.
 938 | Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady
 939 | asked for, the Nurse cursed in the pantry, and everything in extremity.
 940 | I must hence to wait, I beseech you follow straight.
 941 | 
 942 | LADY CAPULET.
 943 | We follow thee.
 944 | 
 945 |  [_Exit Servant._]
 946 | 
 947 | Juliet, the County stays.
 948 | 
 949 | NURSE.
 950 | Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
 951 | 
 952 |  [_Exeunt._]
 953 | 
 954 | SCENE IV. A Street.
 955 | 
 956 |  Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six Maskers;
 957 |  Torch-bearers and others.
 958 | 
 959 | ROMEO.
 960 | What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
 961 | Or shall we on without apology?
 962 | 
 963 | BENVOLIO.
 964 | The date is out of such prolixity:
 965 | We’ll have no Cupid hoodwink’d with a scarf,
 966 | Bearing a Tartar’s painted bow of lath,
 967 | Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;
 968 | Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke
 969 | After the prompter, for our entrance:
 970 | But let them measure us by what they will,
 971 | We’ll measure them a measure, and be gone.
 972 | 
 973 | ROMEO.
 974 | Give me a torch, I am not for this ambling;
 975 | Being but heavy I will bear the light.
 976 | 
 977 | MERCUTIO.
 978 | Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
 979 | 
 980 | ROMEO.
 981 | Not I, believe me, you have dancing shoes,
 982 | With nimble soles, I have a soul of lead
 983 | So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
 984 | 
 985 | MERCUTIO.
 986 | You are a lover, borrow Cupid’s wings,
 987 | And soar with them above a common bound.
 988 | 
 989 | ROMEO.
 990 | I am too sore enpierced with his shaft
 991 | To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,
 992 | I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe.
 993 | Under love’s heavy burden do I sink.
 994 | 
 995 | MERCUTIO.
 996 | And, to sink in it, should you burden love;
 997 | Too great oppression for a tender thing.
 998 | 
 999 | ROMEO.
1000 | Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,
1001 | Too rude, too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn.
1002 | 
1003 | MERCUTIO.
1004 | If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
1005 | Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
1006 | Give me a case to put my visage in: [_Putting on a mask._]
1007 | A visor for a visor. What care I
1008 | What curious eye doth quote deformities?
1009 | Here are the beetle-brows shall blush for me.
1010 | 
1011 | BENVOLIO.
1012 | Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in
1013 | But every man betake him to his legs.
1014 | 
1015 | ROMEO.
1016 | A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart,
1017 | Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels;
1018 | For I am proverb’d with a grandsire phrase,
1019 | I’ll be a candle-holder and look on,
1020 | The game was ne’er so fair, and I am done.
1021 | 
1022 | MERCUTIO.
1023 | Tut, dun’s the mouse, the constable’s own word:
1024 | If thou art dun, we’ll draw thee from the mire
1025 | Or save your reverence love, wherein thou stickest
1026 | Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho.
1027 | 
1028 | ROMEO.
1029 | Nay, that’s not so.
1030 | 
1031 | MERCUTIO.
1032 | I mean sir, in delay
1033 | We waste our lights in vain, light lights by day.
1034 | Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits
1035 | Five times in that ere once in our five wits.
1036 | 
1037 | ROMEO.
1038 | And we mean well in going to this mask;
1039 | But ’tis no wit to go.
1040 | 
1041 | MERCUTIO.
1042 | Why, may one ask?
1043 | 
1044 | ROMEO.
1045 | I dreamt a dream tonight.
1046 | 
1047 | MERCUTIO.
1048 | And so did I.
1049 | 
1050 | ROMEO.
1051 | Well what was yours?
1052 | 
1053 | MERCUTIO.
1054 | That dreamers often lie.
1055 | 
1056 | ROMEO.
1057 | In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
1058 | 
1059 | MERCUTIO.
1060 | O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
1061 | She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes
1062 | In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
1063 | On the fore-finger of an alderman,
1064 | Drawn with a team of little atomies
1065 | Over men’s noses as they lie asleep:
1066 | Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners’ legs;
1067 | The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;
1068 | Her traces, of the smallest spider’s web;
1069 | The collars, of the moonshine’s watery beams;
1070 | Her whip of cricket’s bone; the lash, of film;
1071 | Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat,
1072 | Not half so big as a round little worm
1073 | Prick’d from the lazy finger of a maid:
1074 | Her chariot is an empty hazelnut,
1075 | Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
1076 | Time out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers.
1077 | And in this state she gallops night by night
1078 | Through lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love;
1079 | O’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on curtsies straight;
1080 | O’er lawyers’ fingers, who straight dream on fees;
1081 | O’er ladies’ lips, who straight on kisses dream,
1082 | Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
1083 | Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:
1084 | Sometime she gallops o’er a courtier’s nose,
1085 | And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
1086 | And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig’s tail,
1087 | Tickling a parson’s nose as a lies asleep,
1088 | Then dreams he of another benefice:
1089 | Sometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck,
1090 | And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
1091 | Of breaches, ambuscados, Spanish blades,
1092 | Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon
1093 | Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes;
1094 | And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two,
1095 | And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
1096 | That plats the manes of horses in the night;
1097 | And bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs,
1098 | Which, once untangled, much misfortune bodes:
1099 | This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
1100 | That presses them, and learns them first to bear,
1101 | Making them women of good carriage:
1102 | This is she,—
1103 | 
1104 | ROMEO.
1105 | Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace,
1106 | Thou talk’st of nothing.
1107 | 
1108 | MERCUTIO.
1109 | True, I talk of dreams,
1110 | Which are the children of an idle brain,
1111 | Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
1112 | Which is as thin of substance as the air,
1113 | And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes
1114 | Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
1115 | And, being anger’d, puffs away from thence,
1116 | Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.
1117 | 
1118 | BENVOLIO.
1119 | This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves:
1120 | Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
1121 | 
1122 | ROMEO.
1123 | I fear too early: for my mind misgives
1124 | Some consequence yet hanging in the stars,
1125 | Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
1126 | With this night’s revels; and expire the term
1127 | Of a despised life, clos’d in my breast
1128 | By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
1129 | But he that hath the steerage of my course
1130 | Direct my suit. On, lusty gentlemen!
1131 | 
1132 | BENVOLIO.
1133 | Strike, drum.
1134 | 
1135 |  [_Exeunt._]
1136 | 
1137 | SCENE V. A Hall in Capulet’s House.
1138 | 
1139 |  Musicians waiting. Enter Servants.
1140 | 
1141 | FIRST SERVANT.
1142 | Where’s Potpan, that he helps not to take away?
1143 | He shift a trencher! He scrape a trencher!
1144 | 
1145 | SECOND SERVANT.
1146 | When good manners shall lie all in one or two men’s hands, and they
1147 | unwash’d too, ’tis a foul thing.
1148 | 
1149 | FIRST SERVANT.
1150 | Away with the join-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the
1151 | plate. Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and as thou loves me,
1152 | let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. Antony and Potpan!
1153 | 
1154 | SECOND SERVANT.
1155 | Ay, boy, ready.
1156 | 
1157 | FIRST SERVANT.
1158 | You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the
1159 | great chamber.
1160 | 
1161 | SECOND SERVANT.
1162 | We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys. Be brisk awhile, and
1163 | the longer liver take all.
1164 | 
1165 |  [_Exeunt._]
1166 | 
1167 |  Enter Capulet, &c. with the Guests and Gentlewomen to the Maskers.
1168 | 
1169 | CAPULET.
1170 | Welcome, gentlemen, ladies that have their toes
1171 | Unplagu’d with corns will have a bout with you.
1172 | Ah my mistresses, which of you all
1173 | Will now deny to dance? She that makes dainty,
1174 | She I’ll swear hath corns. Am I come near ye now?
1175 | Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day
1176 | That I have worn a visor, and could tell
1177 | A whispering tale in a fair lady’s ear,
1178 | Such as would please; ’tis gone, ’tis gone, ’tis gone,
1179 | You are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians, play.
1180 | A hall, a hall, give room! And foot it, girls.
1181 | 
1182 |  [_Music plays, and they dance._]
1183 | 
1184 | More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,
1185 | And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
1186 | Ah sirrah, this unlook’d-for sport comes well.
1187 | Nay sit, nay sit, good cousin Capulet,
1188 | For you and I are past our dancing days;
1189 | How long is’t now since last yourself and I
1190 | Were in a mask?
1191 | 
1192 | CAPULET’S COUSIN.
1193 | By’r Lady, thirty years.
1194 | 
1195 | CAPULET.
1196 | What, man, ’tis not so much, ’tis not so much:
1197 | ’Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio,
1198 | Come Pentecost as quickly as it will,
1199 | Some five and twenty years; and then we mask’d.
1200 | 
1201 | CAPULET’S COUSIN.
1202 | ’Tis more, ’tis more, his son is elder, sir;
1203 | His son is thirty.
1204 | 
1205 | CAPULET.
1206 | Will you tell me that?
1207 | His son was but a ward two years ago.
1208 | 
1209 | ROMEO.
1210 | What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand
1211 | Of yonder knight?
1212 | 
1213 | SERVANT.
1214 | I know not, sir.
1215 | 
1216 | ROMEO.
1217 | O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
1218 | It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
1219 | As a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear;
1220 | Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
1221 | So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
1222 | As yonder lady o’er her fellows shows.
1223 | The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,
1224 | And touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
1225 | Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
1226 | For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.
1227 | 
1228 | TYBALT.
1229 | This by his voice, should be a Montague.
1230 | Fetch me my rapier, boy. What, dares the slave
1231 | Come hither, cover’d with an antic face,
1232 | To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
1233 | Now by the stock and honour of my kin,
1234 | To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.
1235 | 
1236 | CAPULET.
1237 | Why how now, kinsman!
1238 | Wherefore storm you so?
1239 | 
1240 | TYBALT.
1241 | Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;
1242 | A villain that is hither come in spite,
1243 | To scorn at our solemnity this night.
1244 | 
1245 | CAPULET.
1246 | Young Romeo, is it?
1247 | 
1248 | TYBALT.
1249 | ’Tis he, that villain Romeo.
1250 | 
1251 | CAPULET.
1252 | Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone,
1253 | A bears him like a portly gentleman;
1254 | And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
1255 | To be a virtuous and well-govern’d youth.
1256 | I would not for the wealth of all the town
1257 | Here in my house do him disparagement.
1258 | Therefore be patient, take no note of him,
1259 | It is my will; the which if thou respect,
1260 | Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,
1261 | An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
1262 | 
1263 | TYBALT.
1264 | It fits when such a villain is a guest:
1265 | I’ll not endure him.
1266 | 
1267 | CAPULET.
1268 | He shall be endur’d.
1269 | What, goodman boy! I say he shall, go to;
1270 | Am I the master here, or you? Go to.
1271 | You’ll not endure him! God shall mend my soul,
1272 | You’ll make a mutiny among my guests!
1273 | You will set cock-a-hoop, you’ll be the man!
1274 | 
1275 | TYBALT.
1276 | Why, uncle, ’tis a shame.
1277 | 
1278 | CAPULET.
1279 | Go to, go to!
1280 | You are a saucy boy. Is’t so, indeed?
1281 | This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what.
1282 | You must contrary me! Marry, ’tis time.
1283 | Well said, my hearts!—You are a princox; go:
1284 | Be quiet, or—More light, more light!—For shame!
1285 | I’ll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts.
1286 | 
1287 | TYBALT.
1288 | Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
1289 | Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
1290 | I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall,
1291 | Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.
1292 | 
1293 |  [_Exit._]
1294 | 
1295 | ROMEO.
1296 | [_To Juliet._] If I profane with my unworthiest hand
1297 | This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this,
1298 | My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
1299 | To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
1300 | 
1301 | JULIET.
1302 | Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
1303 | Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
1304 | For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,
1305 | And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.
1306 | 
1307 | ROMEO.
1308 | Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
1309 | 
1310 | JULIET.
1311 | Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
1312 | 
1313 | ROMEO.
1314 | O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do:
1315 | They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
1316 | 
1317 | JULIET.
1318 | Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.
1319 | 
1320 | ROMEO.
1321 | Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take.
1322 | Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg’d.
1323 | [_Kissing her._]
1324 | 
1325 | JULIET.
1326 | Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
1327 | 
1328 | ROMEO.
1329 | Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg’d!
1330 | Give me my sin again.
1331 | 
1332 | JULIET.
1333 | You kiss by the book.
1334 | 
1335 | NURSE.
1336 | Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
1337 | 
1338 | ROMEO.
1339 | What is her mother?
1340 | 
1341 | NURSE.
1342 | Marry, bachelor,
1343 | Her mother is the lady of the house,
1344 | And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous.
1345 | I nurs’d her daughter that you talk’d withal.
1346 | I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
1347 | Shall have the chinks.
1348 | 
1349 | ROMEO.
1350 | Is she a Capulet?
1351 | O dear account! My life is my foe’s debt.
1352 | 
1353 | BENVOLIO.
1354 | Away, be gone; the sport is at the best.
1355 | 
1356 | ROMEO.
1357 | Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
1358 | 
1359 | CAPULET.
1360 | Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone,
1361 | We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
1362 | Is it e’en so? Why then, I thank you all;
1363 | I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.
1364 | More torches here! Come on then, let’s to bed.
1365 | Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late,
1366 | I’ll to my rest.
1367 | 
1368 |  [_Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse._]
1369 | 
1370 | JULIET.
1371 | Come hither, Nurse. What is yond gentleman?
1372 | 
1373 | NURSE.
1374 | The son and heir of old Tiberio.
1375 | 
1376 | JULIET.
1377 | What’s he that now is going out of door?
1378 | 
1379 | NURSE.
1380 | Marry, that I think be young Petruchio.
1381 | 
1382 | JULIET.
1383 | What’s he that follows here, that would not dance?
1384 | 
1385 | NURSE.
1386 | I know not.
1387 | 
1388 | JULIET.
1389 | Go ask his name. If he be married,
1390 | My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
1391 | 
1392 | NURSE.
1393 | His name is Romeo, and a Montague,
1394 | The only son of your great enemy.
1395 | 
1396 | JULIET.
1397 | My only love sprung from my only hate!
1398 | Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
1399 | Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
1400 | That I must love a loathed enemy.
1401 | 
1402 | NURSE.
1403 | What’s this? What’s this?
1404 | 
1405 | JULIET.
1406 | A rhyme I learn’d even now
1407 | Of one I danc’d withal.
1408 | 
1409 |  [_One calls within, ‘Juliet’._]
1410 | 
1411 | NURSE.
1412 | Anon, anon!
1413 | Come let’s away, the strangers all are gone.
1414 | 
1415 |  [_Exeunt._]
1416 | 
1417 | 
1418 | 
1419 | ACT II
1420 | 
1421 |  Enter Chorus.
1422 | 
1423 | CHORUS.
1424 | Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie,
1425 | And young affection gapes to be his heir;
1426 | That fair for which love groan’d for and would die,
1427 | With tender Juliet match’d, is now not fair.
1428 | Now Romeo is belov’d, and loves again,
1429 | Alike bewitched by the charm of looks;
1430 | But to his foe suppos’d he must complain,
1431 | And she steal love’s sweet bait from fearful hooks:
1432 | Being held a foe, he may not have access
1433 | To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
1434 | And she as much in love, her means much less
1435 | To meet her new beloved anywhere.
1436 | But passion lends them power, time means, to meet,
1437 | Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.
1438 | 
1439 |  [_Exit._]
1440 | 
1441 | SCENE I. An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden.
1442 | 
1443 |  Enter Romeo.
1444 | 
1445 | ROMEO.
1446 | Can I go forward when my heart is here?
1447 | Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
1448 | 
1449 |  [_He climbs the wall and leaps down within it._]
1450 | 
1451 |  Enter Benvolio and Mercutio.
1452 | 
1453 | BENVOLIO.
1454 | Romeo! My cousin Romeo! Romeo!
1455 | 
1456 | MERCUTIO.
1457 | He is wise,
1458 | And on my life hath stol’n him home to bed.
1459 | 
1460 | BENVOLIO.
1461 | He ran this way, and leap’d this orchard wall:
1462 | Call, good Mercutio.
1463 | 
1464 | MERCUTIO.
1465 | Nay, I’ll conjure too.
1466 | Romeo! Humours! Madman! Passion! Lover!
1467 | Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh,
1468 | Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;
1469 | Cry but ‘Ah me!’ Pronounce but Love and dove;
1470 | Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
1471 | One nickname for her purblind son and heir,
1472 | Young Abraham Cupid, he that shot so trim
1473 | When King Cophetua lov’d the beggar-maid.
1474 | He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;
1475 | The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.
1476 | I conjure thee by Rosaline’s bright eyes,
1477 | By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,
1478 | By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh,
1479 | And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
1480 | That in thy likeness thou appear to us.
1481 | 
1482 | BENVOLIO.
1483 | An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
1484 | 
1485 | MERCUTIO.
1486 | This cannot anger him. ’Twould anger him
1487 | To raise a spirit in his mistress’ circle,
1488 | Of some strange nature, letting it there stand
1489 | Till she had laid it, and conjur’d it down;
1490 | That were some spite. My invocation
1491 | Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress’ name,
1492 | I conjure only but to raise up him.
1493 | 
1494 | BENVOLIO.
1495 | Come, he hath hid himself among these trees
1496 | To be consorted with the humorous night.
1497 | Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.
1498 | 
1499 | MERCUTIO.
1500 | If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
1501 | Now will he sit under a medlar tree,
1502 | And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit
1503 | As maids call medlars when they laugh alone.
1504 | O Romeo, that she were, O that she were
1505 | An open-arse and thou a poperin pear!
1506 | Romeo, good night. I’ll to my truckle-bed.
1507 | This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep.
1508 | Come, shall we go?
1509 | 
1510 | BENVOLIO.
1511 | Go then; for ’tis in vain
1512 | To seek him here that means not to be found.
1513 | 
1514 |  [_Exeunt._]
1515 | 
1516 | SCENE II. Capulet’s Garden.
1517 | 
1518 |  Enter Romeo.
1519 | 
1520 | ROMEO.
1521 | He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
1522 | 
1523 |  Juliet appears above at a window.
1524 | 
1525 | But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
1526 | It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!
1527 | Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon,
1528 | Who is already sick and pale with grief,
1529 | That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
1530 | Be not her maid since she is envious;
1531 | Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
1532 | And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
1533 | It is my lady, O it is my love!
1534 | O, that she knew she were!
1535 | She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
1536 | Her eye discourses, I will answer it.
1537 | I am too bold, ’tis not to me she speaks.
1538 | Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
1539 | Having some business, do entreat her eyes
1540 | To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
1541 | What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
1542 | The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
1543 | As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
1544 | Would through the airy region stream so bright
1545 | That birds would sing and think it were not night.
1546 | See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
1547 | O that I were a glove upon that hand,
1548 | That I might touch that cheek.
1549 | 
1550 | JULIET.
1551 | Ay me.
1552 | 
1553 | ROMEO.
1554 | She speaks.
1555 | O speak again bright angel, for thou art
1556 | As glorious to this night, being o’er my head,
1557 | As is a winged messenger of heaven
1558 | Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
1559 | Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
1560 | When he bestrides the lazy-puffing clouds
1561 | And sails upon the bosom of the air.
1562 | 
1563 | JULIET.
1564 | O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
1565 | Deny thy father and refuse thy name.
1566 | Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
1567 | And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
1568 | 
1569 | ROMEO.
1570 | [_Aside._] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
1571 | 
1572 | JULIET.
1573 | ’Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
1574 | Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
1575 | What’s Montague? It is nor hand nor foot,
1576 | Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
1577 | Belonging to a man. O be some other name.
1578 | What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
1579 | By any other name would smell as sweet;
1580 | So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
1581 | Retain that dear perfection which he owes
1582 | Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
1583 | And for thy name, which is no part of thee,
1584 | Take all myself.
1585 | 
1586 | ROMEO.
1587 | I take thee at thy word.
1588 | Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptis’d;
1589 | Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
1590 | 
1591 | JULIET.
1592 | What man art thou that, thus bescreen’d in night
1593 | So stumblest on my counsel?
1594 | 
1595 | ROMEO.
1596 | By a name
1597 | I know not how to tell thee who I am:
1598 | My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
1599 | Because it is an enemy to thee.
1600 | Had I it written, I would tear the word.
1601 | 
1602 | JULIET.
1603 | My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words
1604 | Of thy tongue’s utterance, yet I know the sound.
1605 | Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
1606 | 
1607 | ROMEO.
1608 | Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
1609 | 
1610 | JULIET.
1611 | How cam’st thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
1612 | The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
1613 | And the place death, considering who thou art,
1614 | If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
1615 | 
1616 | ROMEO.
1617 | With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls,
1618 | For stony limits cannot hold love out,
1619 | And what love can do, that dares love attempt:
1620 | Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
1621 | 
1622 | JULIET.
1623 | If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
1624 | 
1625 | ROMEO.
1626 | Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
1627 | Than twenty of their swords. Look thou but sweet,
1628 | And I am proof against their enmity.
1629 | 
1630 | JULIET.
1631 | I would not for the world they saw thee here.
1632 | 
1633 | ROMEO.
1634 | I have night’s cloak to hide me from their eyes,
1635 | And but thou love me, let them find me here.
1636 | My life were better ended by their hate
1637 | Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
1638 | 
1639 | JULIET.
1640 | By whose direction found’st thou out this place?
1641 | 
1642 | ROMEO.
1643 | By love, that first did prompt me to enquire;
1644 | He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.
1645 | I am no pilot; yet wert thou as far
1646 | As that vast shore wash’d with the farthest sea,
1647 | I should adventure for such merchandise.
1648 | 
1649 | JULIET.
1650 | Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face,
1651 | Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
1652 | For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.
1653 | Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
1654 | What I have spoke; but farewell compliment.
1655 | Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say Ay,
1656 | And I will take thy word. Yet, if thou swear’st,
1657 | Thou mayst prove false. At lovers’ perjuries,
1658 | They say Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
1659 | If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.
1660 | Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won,
1661 | I’ll frown and be perverse, and say thee nay,
1662 | So thou wilt woo. But else, not for the world.
1663 | In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;
1664 | And therefore thou mayst think my ’haviour light:
1665 | But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true
1666 | Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
1667 | I should have been more strange, I must confess,
1668 | But that thou overheard’st, ere I was ’ware,
1669 | My true-love passion; therefore pardon me,
1670 | And not impute this yielding to light love,
1671 | Which the dark night hath so discovered.
1672 | 
1673 | ROMEO.
1674 | Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow,
1675 | That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops,—
1676 | 
1677 | JULIET.
1678 | O swear not by the moon, th’inconstant moon,
1679 | That monthly changes in her circled orb,
1680 | Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
1681 | 
1682 | ROMEO.
1683 | What shall I swear by?
1684 | 
1685 | JULIET.
1686 | Do not swear at all.
1687 | Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
1688 | Which is the god of my idolatry,
1689 | And I’ll believe thee.
1690 | 
1691 | ROMEO.
1692 | If my heart’s dear love,—
1693 | 
1694 | JULIET.
1695 | Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
1696 | I have no joy of this contract tonight;
1697 | It is too rash, too unadvis’d, too sudden,
1698 | Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
1699 | Ere one can say It lightens. Sweet, good night.
1700 | This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,
1701 | May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
1702 | Good night, good night. As sweet repose and rest
1703 | Come to thy heart as that within my breast.
1704 | 
1705 | ROMEO.
1706 | O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
1707 | 
1708 | JULIET.
1709 | What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?
1710 | 
1711 | ROMEO.
1712 | Th’exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.
1713 | 
1714 | JULIET.
1715 | I gave thee mine before thou didst request it;
1716 | And yet I would it were to give again.
1717 | 
1718 | ROMEO.
1719 | Would’st thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?
1720 | 
1721 | JULIET.
1722 | But to be frank and give it thee again.
1723 | And yet I wish but for the thing I have;
1724 | My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
1725 | My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
1726 | The more I have, for both are infinite.
1727 | I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu.
1728 | [_Nurse calls within._]
1729 | Anon, good Nurse!—Sweet Montague be true.
1730 | Stay but a little, I will come again.
1731 | 
1732 |  [_Exit._]
1733 | 
1734 | ROMEO.
1735 | O blessed, blessed night. I am afeard,
1736 | Being in night, all this is but a dream,
1737 | Too flattering sweet to be substantial.
1738 | 
1739 |  Enter Juliet above.
1740 | 
1741 | JULIET.
1742 | Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
1743 | If that thy bent of love be honourable,
1744 | Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow,
1745 | By one that I’ll procure to come to thee,
1746 | Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite,
1747 | And all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay
1748 | And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
1749 | 
1750 | NURSE.
1751 | [_Within._] Madam.
1752 | 
1753 | JULIET.
1754 | I come, anon.— But if thou meanest not well,
1755 | I do beseech thee,—
1756 | 
1757 | NURSE.
1758 | [_Within._] Madam.
1759 | 
1760 | JULIET.
1761 | By and by I come—
1762 | To cease thy strife and leave me to my grief.
1763 | Tomorrow will I send.
1764 | 
1765 | ROMEO.
1766 | So thrive my soul,—
1767 | 
1768 | JULIET.
1769 | A thousand times good night.
1770 | 
1771 |  [_Exit._]
1772 | 
1773 | ROMEO.
1774 | A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
1775 | Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books,
1776 | But love from love, towards school with heavy looks.
1777 | 
1778 |  [_Retiring slowly._]
1779 | 
1780 |  Re-enter Juliet, above.
1781 | 
1782 | JULIET.
1783 | Hist! Romeo, hist! O for a falconer’s voice
1784 | To lure this tassel-gentle back again.
1785 | Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud,
1786 | Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
1787 | And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine
1788 | With repetition of my Romeo’s name.
1789 | 
1790 | ROMEO.
1791 | It is my soul that calls upon my name.
1792 | How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night,
1793 | Like softest music to attending ears.
1794 | 
1795 | JULIET.
1796 | Romeo.
1797 | 
1798 | ROMEO.
1799 | My nyas?
1800 | 
1801 | JULIET.
1802 | What o’clock tomorrow
1803 | Shall I send to thee?
1804 | 
1805 | ROMEO.
1806 | By the hour of nine.
1807 | 
1808 | JULIET.
1809 | I will not fail. ’Tis twenty years till then.
1810 | I have forgot why I did call thee back.
1811 | 
1812 | ROMEO.
1813 | Let me stand here till thou remember it.
1814 | 
1815 | JULIET.
1816 | I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
1817 | Remembering how I love thy company.
1818 | 
1819 | ROMEO.
1820 | And I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget,
1821 | Forgetting any other home but this.
1822 | 
1823 | JULIET.
1824 | ’Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone,
1825 | And yet no farther than a wanton’s bird,
1826 | That lets it hop a little from her hand,
1827 | Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
1828 | And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
1829 | So loving-jealous of his liberty.
1830 | 
1831 | ROMEO.
1832 | I would I were thy bird.
1833 | 
1834 | JULIET.
1835 | Sweet, so would I:
1836 | Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
1837 | Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow
1838 | That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
1839 | 
1840 |  [_Exit._]
1841 | 
1842 | ROMEO.
1843 | Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast.
1844 | Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.
1845 | The grey-ey’d morn smiles on the frowning night,
1846 | Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light;
1847 | And darkness fleckled like a drunkard reels
1848 | From forth day’s pathway, made by Titan’s wheels
1849 | Hence will I to my ghostly Sire’s cell,
1850 | His help to crave and my dear hap to tell.
1851 | 
1852 |  [_Exit._]
1853 | 
1854 | SCENE III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.
1855 | 
1856 |  Enter Friar Lawrence with a basket.
1857 | 
1858 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
1859 | Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,
1860 | The day to cheer, and night’s dank dew to dry,
1861 | I must upfill this osier cage of ours
1862 | With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.
1863 | The earth that’s nature’s mother, is her tomb;
1864 | What is her burying grave, that is her womb:
1865 | And from her womb children of divers kind
1866 | We sucking on her natural bosom find.
1867 | Many for many virtues excellent,
1868 | None but for some, and yet all different.
1869 | O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies
1870 | In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities.
1871 | For naught so vile that on the earth doth live
1872 | But to the earth some special good doth give;
1873 | Nor aught so good but, strain’d from that fair use,
1874 | Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.
1875 | Virtue itself turns vice being misapplied,
1876 | And vice sometime’s by action dignified.
1877 | 
1878 |  Enter Romeo.
1879 | 
1880 | Within the infant rind of this weak flower
1881 | Poison hath residence, and medicine power:
1882 | For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;
1883 | Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
1884 | Two such opposed kings encamp them still
1885 | In man as well as herbs,—grace and rude will;
1886 | And where the worser is predominant,
1887 | Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.
1888 | 
1889 | ROMEO.
1890 | Good morrow, father.
1891 | 
1892 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
1893 | Benedicite!
1894 | What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
1895 | Young son, it argues a distemper’d head
1896 | So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed.
1897 | Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye,
1898 | And where care lodges sleep will never lie;
1899 | But where unbruised youth with unstuff’d brain
1900 | Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.
1901 | Therefore thy earliness doth me assure
1902 | Thou art uprous’d with some distemperature;
1903 | Or if not so, then here I hit it right,
1904 | Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight.
1905 | 
1906 | ROMEO.
1907 | That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine.
1908 | 
1909 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
1910 | God pardon sin. Wast thou with Rosaline?
1911 | 
1912 | ROMEO.
1913 | With Rosaline, my ghostly father? No.
1914 | I have forgot that name, and that name’s woe.
1915 | 
1916 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
1917 | That’s my good son. But where hast thou been then?
1918 | 
1919 | ROMEO.
1920 | I’ll tell thee ere thou ask it me again.
1921 | I have been feasting with mine enemy,
1922 | Where on a sudden one hath wounded me
1923 | That’s by me wounded. Both our remedies
1924 | Within thy help and holy physic lies.
1925 | I bear no hatred, blessed man; for lo,
1926 | My intercession likewise steads my foe.
1927 | 
1928 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
1929 | Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;
1930 | Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.
1931 | 
1932 | ROMEO.
1933 | Then plainly know my heart’s dear love is set
1934 | On the fair daughter of rich Capulet.
1935 | As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;
1936 | And all combin’d, save what thou must combine
1937 | By holy marriage. When, and where, and how
1938 | We met, we woo’d, and made exchange of vow,
1939 | I’ll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,
1940 | That thou consent to marry us today.
1941 | 
1942 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
1943 | Holy Saint Francis! What a change is here!
1944 | Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear,
1945 | So soon forsaken? Young men’s love then lies
1946 | Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
1947 | Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine
1948 | Hath wash’d thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!
1949 | How much salt water thrown away in waste,
1950 | To season love, that of it doth not taste.
1951 | The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
1952 | Thy old groans yet ring in mine ancient ears.
1953 | Lo here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
1954 | Of an old tear that is not wash’d off yet.
1955 | If ere thou wast thyself, and these woes thine,
1956 | Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline,
1957 | And art thou chang’d? Pronounce this sentence then,
1958 | Women may fall, when there’s no strength in men.
1959 | 
1960 | ROMEO.
1961 | Thou chidd’st me oft for loving Rosaline.
1962 | 
1963 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
1964 | For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.
1965 | 
1966 | ROMEO.
1967 | And bad’st me bury love.
1968 | 
1969 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
1970 | Not in a grave
1971 | To lay one in, another out to have.
1972 | 
1973 | ROMEO.
1974 | I pray thee chide me not, her I love now
1975 | Doth grace for grace and love for love allow.
1976 | The other did not so.
1977 | 
1978 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
1979 | O, she knew well
1980 | Thy love did read by rote, that could not spell.
1981 | But come young waverer, come go with me,
1982 | In one respect I’ll thy assistant be;
1983 | For this alliance may so happy prove,
1984 | To turn your households’ rancour to pure love.
1985 | 
1986 | ROMEO.
1987 | O let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.
1988 | 
1989 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
1990 | Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
1991 | 
1992 |  [_Exeunt._]
1993 | 
1994 | SCENE IV. A Street.
1995 | 
1996 |  Enter Benvolio and Mercutio.
1997 | 
1998 | MERCUTIO.
1999 | Where the devil should this Romeo be? Came he not home tonight?
2000 | 
2001 | BENVOLIO.
2002 | Not to his father’s; I spoke with his man.
2003 | 
2004 | MERCUTIO.
2005 | Why, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline, torments him so
2006 | that he will sure run mad.
2007 | 
2008 | BENVOLIO.
2009 | Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet, hath sent a letter to his father’s
2010 | house.
2011 | 
2012 | MERCUTIO.
2013 | A challenge, on my life.
2014 | 
2015 | BENVOLIO.
2016 | Romeo will answer it.
2017 | 
2018 | MERCUTIO.
2019 | Any man that can write may answer a letter.
2020 | 
2021 | BENVOLIO.
2022 | Nay, he will answer the letter’s master, how he dares, being dared.
2023 | 
2024 | MERCUTIO.
2025 | Alas poor Romeo, he is already dead, stabbed with a white wench’s black
2026 | eye; run through the ear with a love song, the very pin of his heart
2027 | cleft with the blind bow-boy’s butt-shaft. And is he a man to encounter
2028 | Tybalt?
2029 | 
2030 | BENVOLIO.
2031 | Why, what is Tybalt?
2032 | 
2033 | MERCUTIO.
2034 | More than Prince of cats. O, he’s the courageous captain of
2035 | compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance,
2036 | and proportion. He rests his minim rest, one, two, and the third in
2037 | your bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist;
2038 | a gentleman of the very first house, of the first and second cause. Ah,
2039 | the immortal passado, the punto reverso, the hay.
2040 | 
2041 | BENVOLIO.
2042 | The what?
2043 | 
2044 | MERCUTIO.
2045 | The pox of such antic lisping, affecting phantasies; these new tuners
2046 | of accent. By Jesu, a very good blade, a very tall man, a very good
2047 | whore. Why, is not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should
2048 | be thus afflicted with these strange flies, these fashion-mongers,
2049 | these pardon-me’s, who stand so much on the new form that they cannot
2050 | sit at ease on the old bench? O their bones, their bones!
2051 | 
2052 |  Enter Romeo.
2053 | 
2054 | BENVOLIO.
2055 | Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo!
2056 | 
2057 | MERCUTIO.
2058 | Without his roe, like a dried herring. O flesh, flesh, how art thou
2059 | fishified! Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in. Laura, to
2060 | his lady, was but a kitchen wench,—marry, she had a better love to
2061 | berhyme her: Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gypsy; Helen and Hero hildings
2062 | and harlots; Thisbe a grey eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior
2063 | Romeo, bonjour! There’s a French salutation to your French slop. You
2064 | gave us the counterfeit fairly last night.
2065 | 
2066 | ROMEO.
2067 | Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?
2068 | 
2069 | MERCUTIO.
2070 | The slip sir, the slip; can you not conceive?
2071 | 
2072 | ROMEO.
2073 | Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great, and in such a case as
2074 | mine a man may strain courtesy.
2075 | 
2076 | MERCUTIO.
2077 | That’s as much as to say, such a case as yours constrains a man to bow
2078 | in the hams.
2079 | 
2080 | ROMEO.
2081 | Meaning, to curtsy.
2082 | 
2083 | MERCUTIO.
2084 | Thou hast most kindly hit it.
2085 | 
2086 | ROMEO.
2087 | A most courteous exposition.
2088 | 
2089 | MERCUTIO.
2090 | Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
2091 | 
2092 | ROMEO.
2093 | Pink for flower.
2094 | 
2095 | MERCUTIO.
2096 | Right.
2097 | 
2098 | ROMEO.
2099 | Why, then is my pump well flowered.
2100 | 
2101 | MERCUTIO.
2102 | Sure wit, follow me this jest now, till thou hast worn out thy pump,
2103 | that when the single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain after the
2104 | wearing, solely singular.
2105 | 
2106 | ROMEO.
2107 | O single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness!
2108 | 
2109 | MERCUTIO.
2110 | Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint.
2111 | 
2112 | ROMEO.
2113 | Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I’ll cry a match.
2114 | 
2115 | MERCUTIO.
2116 | Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I am done. For thou hast
2117 | more of the wild-goose in one of thy wits, than I am sure, I have in my
2118 | whole five. Was I with you there for the goose?
2119 | 
2120 | ROMEO.
2121 | Thou wast never with me for anything, when thou wast not there for the
2122 | goose.
2123 | 
2124 | MERCUTIO.
2125 | I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.
2126 | 
2127 | ROMEO.
2128 | Nay, good goose, bite not.
2129 | 
2130 | MERCUTIO.
2131 | Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting, it is a most sharp sauce.
2132 | 
2133 | ROMEO.
2134 | And is it not then well served in to a sweet goose?
2135 | 
2136 | MERCUTIO.
2137 | O here’s a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an inch narrow to an
2138 | ell broad.
2139 | 
2140 | ROMEO.
2141 | I stretch it out for that word broad, which added to the goose, proves
2142 | thee far and wide a broad goose.
2143 | 
2144 | MERCUTIO.
2145 | Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? Now art thou
2146 | sociable, now art thou Romeo; not art thou what thou art, by art as
2147 | well as by nature. For this drivelling love is like a great natural,
2148 | that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole.
2149 | 
2150 | BENVOLIO.
2151 | Stop there, stop there.
2152 | 
2153 | MERCUTIO.
2154 | Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.
2155 | 
2156 | BENVOLIO.
2157 | Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.
2158 | 
2159 | MERCUTIO.
2160 | O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short, for I was come to the
2161 | whole depth of my tale, and meant indeed to occupy the argument no
2162 | longer.
2163 | 
2164 |  Enter Nurse and Peter.
2165 | 
2166 | ROMEO.
2167 | Here’s goodly gear!
2168 | A sail, a sail!
2169 | 
2170 | MERCUTIO.
2171 | Two, two; a shirt and a smock.
2172 | 
2173 | NURSE.
2174 | Peter!
2175 | 
2176 | PETER.
2177 | Anon.
2178 | 
2179 | NURSE.
2180 | My fan, Peter.
2181 | 
2182 | MERCUTIO.
2183 | Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan’s the fairer face.
2184 | 
2185 | NURSE.
2186 | God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
2187 | 
2188 | MERCUTIO.
2189 | God ye good-den, fair gentlewoman.
2190 | 
2191 | NURSE.
2192 | Is it good-den?
2193 | 
2194 | MERCUTIO.
2195 | ’Tis no less, I tell ye; for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the
2196 | prick of noon.
2197 | 
2198 | NURSE.
2199 | Out upon you! What a man are you?
2200 | 
2201 | ROMEO.
2202 | One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to mar.
2203 | 
2204 | NURSE.
2205 | By my troth, it is well said; for himself to mar, quoth a? Gentlemen,
2206 | can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo?
2207 | 
2208 | ROMEO.
2209 | I can tell you: but young Romeo will be older when you have found him
2210 | than he was when you sought him. I am the youngest of that name, for
2211 | fault of a worse.
2212 | 
2213 | NURSE.
2214 | You say well.
2215 | 
2216 | MERCUTIO.
2217 | Yea, is the worst well? Very well took, i’faith; wisely, wisely.
2218 | 
2219 | NURSE.
2220 | If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you.
2221 | 
2222 | BENVOLIO.
2223 | She will endite him to some supper.
2224 | 
2225 | MERCUTIO.
2226 | A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho!
2227 | 
2228 | ROMEO.
2229 | What hast thou found?
2230 | 
2231 | MERCUTIO.
2232 | No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie, that is something
2233 | stale and hoar ere it be spent.
2234 | [_Sings._]
2235 |     An old hare hoar,
2236 |     And an old hare hoar,
2237 |   Is very good meat in Lent;
2238 |     But a hare that is hoar
2239 |     Is too much for a score
2240 |   When it hoars ere it be spent.
2241 | Romeo, will you come to your father’s? We’ll to dinner thither.
2242 | 
2243 | ROMEO.
2244 | I will follow you.
2245 | 
2246 | MERCUTIO.
2247 | Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, lady, lady.
2248 | 
2249 |  [_Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio._]
2250 | 
2251 | NURSE.
2252 | I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this that was so full of his
2253 | ropery?
2254 | 
2255 | ROMEO.
2256 | A gentleman, Nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak
2257 | more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.
2258 | 
2259 | NURSE.
2260 | And a speak anything against me, I’ll take him down, and a were lustier
2261 | than he is, and twenty such Jacks. And if I cannot, I’ll find those
2262 | that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am none of
2263 | his skains-mates.—And thou must stand by too and suffer every knave to
2264 | use me at his pleasure!
2265 | 
2266 | PETER.
2267 | I saw no man use you at his pleasure; if I had, my weapon should
2268 | quickly have been out. I warrant you, I dare draw as soon as another
2269 | man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side.
2270 | 
2271 | NURSE.
2272 | Now, afore God, I am so vexed that every part about me quivers. Scurvy
2273 | knave. Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bid me
2274 | enquire you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself. But first
2275 | let me tell ye, if ye should lead her in a fool’s paradise, as they
2276 | say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they say; for the
2277 | gentlewoman is young. And therefore, if you should deal double with
2278 | her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and
2279 | very weak dealing.
2280 | 
2281 | ROMEO. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto
2282 | thee,—
2283 | 
2284 | NURSE.
2285 | Good heart, and i’faith I will tell her as much. Lord, Lord, she will
2286 | be a joyful woman.
2287 | 
2288 | ROMEO.
2289 | What wilt thou tell her, Nurse? Thou dost not mark me.
2290 | 
2291 | NURSE.
2292 | I will tell her, sir, that you do protest, which, as I take it, is a
2293 | gentlemanlike offer.
2294 | 
2295 | ROMEO.
2296 | Bid her devise
2297 | Some means to come to shrift this afternoon,
2298 | And there she shall at Friar Lawrence’ cell
2299 | Be shriv’d and married. Here is for thy pains.
2300 | 
2301 | NURSE.
2302 | No truly, sir; not a penny.
2303 | 
2304 | ROMEO.
2305 | Go to; I say you shall.
2306 | 
2307 | NURSE.
2308 | This afternoon, sir? Well, she shall be there.
2309 | 
2310 | ROMEO.
2311 | And stay, good Nurse, behind the abbey wall.
2312 | Within this hour my man shall be with thee,
2313 | And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair,
2314 | Which to the high topgallant of my joy
2315 | Must be my convoy in the secret night.
2316 | Farewell, be trusty, and I’ll quit thy pains;
2317 | Farewell; commend me to thy mistress.
2318 | 
2319 | NURSE.
2320 | Now God in heaven bless thee. Hark you, sir.
2321 | 
2322 | ROMEO.
2323 | What say’st thou, my dear Nurse?
2324 | 
2325 | NURSE.
2326 | Is your man secret? Did you ne’er hear say,
2327 | Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
2328 | 
2329 | ROMEO.
2330 | I warrant thee my man’s as true as steel.
2331 | 
2332 | NURSE.
2333 | Well, sir, my mistress is the sweetest lady. Lord, Lord! When ’twas a
2334 | little prating thing,—O, there is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that
2335 | would fain lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief see a
2336 | toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her sometimes, and tell her that
2337 | Paris is the properer man, but I’ll warrant you, when I say so, she
2338 | looks as pale as any clout in the versal world. Doth not rosemary and
2339 | Romeo begin both with a letter?
2340 | 
2341 | ROMEO.
2342 | Ay, Nurse; what of that? Both with an R.
2343 | 
2344 | NURSE.
2345 | Ah, mocker! That’s the dog’s name. R is for the—no, I know it begins
2346 | with some other letter, and she hath the prettiest sententious of it,
2347 | of you and rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it.
2348 | 
2349 | ROMEO.
2350 | Commend me to thy lady.
2351 | 
2352 | NURSE.
2353 | Ay, a thousand times. Peter!
2354 | 
2355 |  [_Exit Romeo._]
2356 | 
2357 | PETER.
2358 | Anon.
2359 | 
2360 | NURSE.
2361 | Before and apace.
2362 | 
2363 |  [_Exeunt._]
2364 | 
2365 | SCENE V. Capulet’s Garden.
2366 | 
2367 |  Enter Juliet.
2368 | 
2369 | JULIET.
2370 | The clock struck nine when I did send the Nurse,
2371 | In half an hour she promised to return.
2372 | Perchance she cannot meet him. That’s not so.
2373 | O, she is lame. Love’s heralds should be thoughts,
2374 | Which ten times faster glides than the sun’s beams,
2375 | Driving back shadows over lowering hills:
2376 | Therefore do nimble-pinion’d doves draw love,
2377 | And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
2378 | Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
2379 | Of this day’s journey, and from nine till twelve
2380 | Is three long hours, yet she is not come.
2381 | Had she affections and warm youthful blood,
2382 | She’d be as swift in motion as a ball;
2383 | My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
2384 | And his to me.
2385 | But old folks, many feign as they were dead;
2386 | Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
2387 | 
2388 |  Enter Nurse and Peter.
2389 | 
2390 | O God, she comes. O honey Nurse, what news?
2391 | Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.
2392 | 
2393 | NURSE.
2394 | Peter, stay at the gate.
2395 | 
2396 |  [_Exit Peter._]
2397 | 
2398 | JULIET.
2399 | Now, good sweet Nurse,—O Lord, why look’st thou sad?
2400 | Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;
2401 | If good, thou sham’st the music of sweet news
2402 | By playing it to me with so sour a face.
2403 | 
2404 | NURSE.
2405 | I am aweary, give me leave awhile;
2406 | Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have I had!
2407 | 
2408 | JULIET.
2409 | I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news:
2410 | Nay come, I pray thee speak; good, good Nurse, speak.
2411 | 
2412 | NURSE.
2413 | Jesu, what haste? Can you not stay a while? Do you not see that I am
2414 | out of breath?
2415 | 
2416 | JULIET.
2417 | How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath
2418 | To say to me that thou art out of breath?
2419 | The excuse that thou dost make in this delay
2420 | Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.
2421 | Is thy news good or bad? Answer to that;
2422 | Say either, and I’ll stay the circumstance.
2423 | Let me be satisfied, is’t good or bad?
2424 | 
2425 | NURSE.
2426 | Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to choose a man.
2427 | Romeo? No, not he. Though his face be better than any man’s, yet his
2428 | leg excels all men’s, and for a hand and a foot, and a body, though
2429 | they be not to be talked on, yet they are past compare. He is not the
2430 | flower of courtesy, but I’ll warrant him as gentle as a lamb. Go thy
2431 | ways, wench, serve God. What, have you dined at home?
2432 | 
2433 | JULIET.
2434 | No, no. But all this did I know before.
2435 | What says he of our marriage? What of that?
2436 | 
2437 | NURSE.
2438 | Lord, how my head aches! What a head have I!
2439 | It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
2440 | My back o’ t’other side,—O my back, my back!
2441 | Beshrew your heart for sending me about
2442 | To catch my death with jauncing up and down.
2443 | 
2444 | JULIET.
2445 | I’faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.
2446 | Sweet, sweet, sweet Nurse, tell me, what says my love?
2447 | 
2448 | NURSE.
2449 | Your love says like an honest gentleman,
2450 | And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome,
2451 | And I warrant a virtuous,—Where is your mother?
2452 | 
2453 | JULIET.
2454 | Where is my mother? Why, she is within.
2455 | Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest.
2456 | ‘Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
2457 | ‘Where is your mother?’
2458 | 
2459 | NURSE.
2460 | O God’s lady dear,
2461 | Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow.
2462 | Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
2463 | Henceforward do your messages yourself.
2464 | 
2465 | JULIET.
2466 | Here’s such a coil. Come, what says Romeo?
2467 | 
2468 | NURSE.
2469 | Have you got leave to go to shrift today?
2470 | 
2471 | JULIET.
2472 | I have.
2473 | 
2474 | NURSE.
2475 | Then hie you hence to Friar Lawrence’ cell;
2476 | There stays a husband to make you a wife.
2477 | Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
2478 | They’ll be in scarlet straight at any news.
2479 | Hie you to church. I must another way,
2480 | To fetch a ladder by the which your love
2481 | Must climb a bird’s nest soon when it is dark.
2482 | I am the drudge, and toil in your delight;
2483 | But you shall bear the burden soon at night.
2484 | Go. I’ll to dinner; hie you to the cell.
2485 | 
2486 | JULIET.
2487 | Hie to high fortune! Honest Nurse, farewell.
2488 | 
2489 |  [_Exeunt._]
2490 | 
2491 | SCENE VI. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.
2492 | 
2493 |  Enter Friar Lawrence and Romeo.
2494 | 
2495 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
2496 | So smile the heavens upon this holy act
2497 | That after-hours with sorrow chide us not.
2498 | 
2499 | ROMEO.
2500 | Amen, amen, but come what sorrow can,
2501 | It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
2502 | That one short minute gives me in her sight.
2503 | Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
2504 | Then love-devouring death do what he dare,
2505 | It is enough I may but call her mine.
2506 | 
2507 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
2508 | These violent delights have violent ends,
2509 | And in their triumph die; like fire and powder,
2510 | Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey
2511 | Is loathsome in his own deliciousness,
2512 | And in the taste confounds the appetite.
2513 | Therefore love moderately: long love doth so;
2514 | Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
2515 | 
2516 |  Enter Juliet.
2517 | 
2518 | Here comes the lady. O, so light a foot
2519 | Will ne’er wear out the everlasting flint.
2520 | A lover may bestride the gossamers
2521 | That idles in the wanton summer air
2522 | And yet not fall; so light is vanity.
2523 | 
2524 | JULIET.
2525 | Good even to my ghostly confessor.
2526 | 
2527 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
2528 | Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
2529 | 
2530 | JULIET.
2531 | As much to him, else is his thanks too much.
2532 | 
2533 | ROMEO.
2534 | Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
2535 | Be heap’d like mine, and that thy skill be more
2536 | To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
2537 | This neighbour air, and let rich music’s tongue
2538 | Unfold the imagin’d happiness that both
2539 | Receive in either by this dear encounter.
2540 | 
2541 | JULIET.
2542 | Conceit more rich in matter than in words,
2543 | Brags of his substance, not of ornament.
2544 | They are but beggars that can count their worth;
2545 | But my true love is grown to such excess,
2546 | I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
2547 | 
2548 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
2549 | Come, come with me, and we will make short work,
2550 | For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone
2551 | Till holy church incorporate two in one.
2552 | 
2553 |  [_Exeunt._]
2554 | 
2555 | 
2556 | 
2557 | ACT III
2558 | 
2559 | SCENE I. A public Place.
2560 | 
2561 |  Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page and Servants.
2562 | 
2563 | BENVOLIO.
2564 | I pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire:
2565 | The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,
2566 | And if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl,
2567 | For now these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
2568 | 
2569 | MERCUTIO.
2570 | Thou art like one of these fellows that, when he enters the confines of
2571 | a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says ‘God send me no
2572 | need of thee!’ and by the operation of the second cup draws him on the
2573 | drawer, when indeed there is no need.
2574 | 
2575 | BENVOLIO.
2576 | Am I like such a fellow?
2577 | 
2578 | MERCUTIO.
2579 | Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy; and as
2580 | soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved.
2581 | 
2582 | BENVOLIO.
2583 | And what to?
2584 | 
2585 | MERCUTIO.
2586 | Nay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would
2587 | kill the other. Thou? Why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a
2588 | hair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel
2589 | with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou
2590 | hast hazel eyes. What eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?
2591 | Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy
2592 | head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling. Thou hast
2593 | quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath
2594 | wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall
2595 | out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with
2596 | another for tying his new shoes with an old riband? And yet thou wilt
2597 | tutor me from quarrelling!
2598 | 
2599 | BENVOLIO.
2600 | And I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee
2601 | simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.
2602 | 
2603 | MERCUTIO.
2604 | The fee simple! O simple!
2605 | 
2606 |  Enter Tybalt and others.
2607 | 
2608 | BENVOLIO.
2609 | By my head, here comes the Capulets.
2610 | 
2611 | MERCUTIO.
2612 | By my heel, I care not.
2613 | 
2614 | TYBALT.
2615 | Follow me close, for I will speak to them.
2616 | Gentlemen, good-den: a word with one of you.
2617 | 
2618 | MERCUTIO.
2619 | And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something; make it a
2620 | word and a blow.
2621 | 
2622 | TYBALT.
2623 | You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, and you will give me
2624 | occasion.
2625 | 
2626 | MERCUTIO.
2627 | Could you not take some occasion without giving?
2628 | 
2629 | TYBALT.
2630 | Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo.
2631 | 
2632 | MERCUTIO.
2633 | Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? And thou make minstrels of
2634 | us, look to hear nothing but discords. Here’s my fiddlestick, here’s
2635 | that shall make you dance. Zounds, consort!
2636 | 
2637 | BENVOLIO.
2638 | We talk here in the public haunt of men.
2639 | Either withdraw unto some private place,
2640 | And reason coldly of your grievances,
2641 | Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.
2642 | 
2643 | MERCUTIO.
2644 | Men’s eyes were made to look, and let them gaze.
2645 | I will not budge for no man’s pleasure, I.
2646 | 
2647 |  Enter Romeo.
2648 | 
2649 | TYBALT.
2650 | Well, peace be with you, sir, here comes my man.
2651 | 
2652 | MERCUTIO.
2653 | But I’ll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery.
2654 | Marry, go before to field, he’ll be your follower;
2655 | Your worship in that sense may call him man.
2656 | 
2657 | TYBALT.
2658 | Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford
2659 | No better term than this: Thou art a villain.
2660 | 
2661 | ROMEO.
2662 | Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
2663 | Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
2664 | To such a greeting. Villain am I none;
2665 | Therefore farewell; I see thou know’st me not.
2666 | 
2667 | TYBALT.
2668 | Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
2669 | That thou hast done me, therefore turn and draw.
2670 | 
2671 | ROMEO.
2672 | I do protest I never injur’d thee,
2673 | But love thee better than thou canst devise
2674 | Till thou shalt know the reason of my love.
2675 | And so good Capulet, which name I tender
2676 | As dearly as mine own, be satisfied.
2677 | 
2678 | MERCUTIO.
2679 | O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!
2680 | [_Draws._] Alla stoccata carries it away.
2681 | Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?
2682 | 
2683 | TYBALT.
2684 | What wouldst thou have with me?
2685 | 
2686 | MERCUTIO.
2687 | Good King of Cats, nothing but one of your nine lives; that I mean to
2688 | make bold withal, and, as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest
2689 | of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears?
2690 | Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.
2691 | 
2692 | TYBALT.
2693 | [_Drawing._] I am for you.
2694 | 
2695 | ROMEO.
2696 | Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
2697 | 
2698 | MERCUTIO.
2699 | Come, sir, your passado.
2700 | 
2701 |  [_They fight._]
2702 | 
2703 | ROMEO.
2704 | Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.
2705 | Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage,
2706 | Tybalt, Mercutio, the Prince expressly hath
2707 | Forbid this bandying in Verona streets.
2708 | Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!
2709 | 
2710 |  [_Exeunt Tybalt with his Partizans._]
2711 | 
2712 | MERCUTIO.
2713 | I am hurt.
2714 | A plague o’ both your houses. I am sped.
2715 | Is he gone, and hath nothing?
2716 | 
2717 | BENVOLIO.
2718 | What, art thou hurt?
2719 | 
2720 | MERCUTIO.
2721 | Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, ’tis enough.
2722 | Where is my page? Go villain, fetch a surgeon.
2723 | 
2724 |  [_Exit Page._]
2725 | 
2726 | ROMEO.
2727 | Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
2728 | 
2729 | MERCUTIO.
2730 | No, ’tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but ’tis
2731 | enough, ’twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a
2732 | grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o’ both
2733 | your houses. Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to
2734 | death. A braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of
2735 | arithmetic!—Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your
2736 | arm.
2737 | 
2738 | ROMEO.
2739 | I thought all for the best.
2740 | 
2741 | MERCUTIO.
2742 | Help me into some house, Benvolio,
2743 | Or I shall faint. A plague o’ both your houses.
2744 | They have made worms’ meat of me.
2745 | I have it, and soundly too. Your houses!
2746 | 
2747 |  [_Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio._]
2748 | 
2749 | ROMEO.
2750 | This gentleman, the Prince’s near ally,
2751 | My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
2752 | In my behalf; my reputation stain’d
2753 | With Tybalt’s slander,—Tybalt, that an hour
2754 | Hath been my cousin. O sweet Juliet,
2755 | Thy beauty hath made me effeminate
2756 | And in my temper soften’d valour’s steel.
2757 | 
2758 |  Re-enter Benvolio.
2759 | 
2760 | BENVOLIO.
2761 | O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio’s dead,
2762 | That gallant spirit hath aspir’d the clouds,
2763 | Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
2764 | 
2765 | ROMEO.
2766 | This day’s black fate on mo days doth depend;
2767 | This but begins the woe others must end.
2768 | 
2769 |  Re-enter Tybalt.
2770 | 
2771 | BENVOLIO.
2772 | Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
2773 | 
2774 | ROMEO.
2775 | Again in triumph, and Mercutio slain?
2776 | Away to heaven respective lenity,
2777 | And fire-ey’d fury be my conduct now!
2778 | Now, Tybalt, take the ‘villain’ back again
2779 | That late thou gav’st me, for Mercutio’s soul
2780 | Is but a little way above our heads,
2781 | Staying for thine to keep him company.
2782 | Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.
2783 | 
2784 | TYBALT.
2785 | Thou wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
2786 | Shalt with him hence.
2787 | 
2788 | ROMEO.
2789 | This shall determine that.
2790 | 
2791 |  [_They fight; Tybalt falls._]
2792 | 
2793 | BENVOLIO.
2794 | Romeo, away, be gone!
2795 | The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.
2796 | Stand not amaz’d. The Prince will doom thee death
2797 | If thou art taken. Hence, be gone, away!
2798 | 
2799 | ROMEO.
2800 | O, I am fortune’s fool!
2801 | 
2802 | BENVOLIO.
2803 | Why dost thou stay?
2804 | 
2805 |  [_Exit Romeo._]
2806 | 
2807 |  Enter Citizens.
2808 | 
2809 | FIRST CITIZEN.
2810 | Which way ran he that kill’d Mercutio?
2811 | Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?
2812 | 
2813 | BENVOLIO.
2814 | There lies that Tybalt.
2815 | 
2816 | FIRST CITIZEN.
2817 | Up, sir, go with me.
2818 | I charge thee in the Prince’s name obey.
2819 | 
2820 |  Enter Prince, attended; Montague, Capulet, their Wives and others.
2821 | 
2822 | PRINCE.
2823 | Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
2824 | 
2825 | BENVOLIO.
2826 | O noble Prince, I can discover all
2827 | The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl.
2828 | There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,
2829 | That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
2830 | 
2831 | LADY CAPULET.
2832 | Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother’s child!
2833 | O Prince! O husband! O, the blood is spill’d
2834 | Of my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,
2835 | For blood of ours shed blood of Montague.
2836 | O cousin, cousin.
2837 | 
2838 | PRINCE.
2839 | Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?
2840 | 
2841 | BENVOLIO.
2842 | Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo’s hand did slay;
2843 | Romeo, that spoke him fair, bid him bethink
2844 | How nice the quarrel was, and urg’d withal
2845 | Your high displeasure. All this uttered
2846 | With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow’d
2847 | Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
2848 | Of Tybalt, deaf to peace, but that he tilts
2849 | With piercing steel at bold Mercutio’s breast,
2850 | Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point,
2851 | And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats
2852 | Cold death aside, and with the other sends
2853 | It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity
2854 | Retorts it. Romeo he cries aloud,
2855 | ‘Hold, friends! Friends, part!’ and swifter than his tongue,
2856 | His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
2857 | And ’twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm
2858 | An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
2859 | Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled.
2860 | But by and by comes back to Romeo,
2861 | Who had but newly entertain’d revenge,
2862 | And to’t they go like lightning; for, ere I
2863 | Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain;
2864 | And as he fell did Romeo turn and fly.
2865 | This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
2866 | 
2867 | LADY CAPULET.
2868 | He is a kinsman to the Montague.
2869 | Affection makes him false, he speaks not true.
2870 | Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,
2871 | And all those twenty could but kill one life.
2872 | I beg for justice, which thou, Prince, must give;
2873 | Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.
2874 | 
2875 | PRINCE.
2876 | Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio.
2877 | Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
2878 | 
2879 | MONTAGUE.
2880 | Not Romeo, Prince, he was Mercutio’s friend;
2881 | His fault concludes but what the law should end,
2882 | The life of Tybalt.
2883 | 
2884 | PRINCE.
2885 | And for that offence
2886 | Immediately we do exile him hence.
2887 | I have an interest in your hate’s proceeding,
2888 | My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding.
2889 | But I’ll amerce you with so strong a fine
2890 | That you shall all repent the loss of mine.
2891 | I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;
2892 | Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses.
2893 | Therefore use none. Let Romeo hence in haste,
2894 | Else, when he is found, that hour is his last.
2895 | Bear hence this body, and attend our will.
2896 | Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
2897 | 
2898 |  [_Exeunt._]
2899 | 
2900 | SCENE II. A Room in Capulet’s House.
2901 | 
2902 |  Enter Juliet.
2903 | 
2904 | JULIET.
2905 | Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
2906 | Towards Phoebus’ lodging. Such a waggoner
2907 | As Phaeton would whip you to the west
2908 | And bring in cloudy night immediately.
2909 | Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,
2910 | That runaway’s eyes may wink, and Romeo
2911 | Leap to these arms, untalk’d of and unseen.
2912 | Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
2913 | By their own beauties: or, if love be blind,
2914 | It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,
2915 | Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
2916 | And learn me how to lose a winning match,
2917 | Play’d for a pair of stainless maidenhoods.
2918 | Hood my unmann’d blood, bating in my cheeks,
2919 | With thy black mantle, till strange love, grow bold,
2920 | Think true love acted simple modesty.
2921 | Come, night, come Romeo; come, thou day in night;
2922 | For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
2923 | Whiter than new snow upon a raven’s back.
2924 | Come gentle night, come loving black-brow’d night,
2925 | Give me my Romeo, and when I shall die,
2926 | Take him and cut him out in little stars,
2927 | And he will make the face of heaven so fine
2928 | That all the world will be in love with night,
2929 | And pay no worship to the garish sun.
2930 | O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
2931 | But not possess’d it; and though I am sold,
2932 | Not yet enjoy’d. So tedious is this day
2933 | As is the night before some festival
2934 | To an impatient child that hath new robes
2935 | And may not wear them. O, here comes my Nurse,
2936 | And she brings news, and every tongue that speaks
2937 | But Romeo’s name speaks heavenly eloquence.
2938 | 
2939 |  Enter Nurse, with cords.
2940 | 
2941 | Now, Nurse, what news? What hast thou there?
2942 | The cords that Romeo bid thee fetch?
2943 | 
2944 | NURSE.
2945 | Ay, ay, the cords.
2946 | 
2947 |  [_Throws them down._]
2948 | 
2949 | JULIET.
2950 | Ay me, what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands?
2951 | 
2952 | NURSE.
2953 | Ah, well-a-day, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead!
2954 | We are undone, lady, we are undone.
2955 | Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s kill’d, he’s dead.
2956 | 
2957 | JULIET.
2958 | Can heaven be so envious?
2959 | 
2960 | NURSE.
2961 | Romeo can,
2962 | Though heaven cannot. O Romeo, Romeo.
2963 | Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!
2964 | 
2965 | JULIET.
2966 | What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?
2967 | This torture should be roar’d in dismal hell.
2968 | Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but Ay,
2969 | And that bare vowel I shall poison more
2970 | Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice.
2971 | I am not I if there be such an I;
2972 | Or those eyes shut that make thee answer Ay.
2973 | If he be slain, say Ay; or if not, No.
2974 | Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe.
2975 | 
2976 | NURSE.
2977 | I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,
2978 | God save the mark!—here on his manly breast.
2979 | A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;
2980 | Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub’d in blood,
2981 | All in gore-blood. I swounded at the sight.
2982 | 
2983 | JULIET.
2984 | O, break, my heart. Poor bankrout, break at once.
2985 | To prison, eyes; ne’er look on liberty.
2986 | Vile earth to earth resign; end motion here,
2987 | And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier.
2988 | 
2989 | NURSE.
2990 | O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had.
2991 | O courteous Tybalt, honest gentleman!
2992 | That ever I should live to see thee dead.
2993 | 
2994 | JULIET.
2995 | What storm is this that blows so contrary?
2996 | Is Romeo slaughter’d and is Tybalt dead?
2997 | My dearest cousin, and my dearer lord?
2998 | Then dreadful trumpet sound the general doom,
2999 | For who is living, if those two are gone?
3000 | 
3001 | NURSE.
3002 | Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished,
3003 | Romeo that kill’d him, he is banished.
3004 | 
3005 | JULIET.
3006 | O God! Did Romeo’s hand shed Tybalt’s blood?
3007 | 
3008 | NURSE.
3009 | It did, it did; alas the day, it did.
3010 | 
3011 | JULIET.
3012 | O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
3013 | Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
3014 | Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical,
3015 | Dove-feather’d raven, wolvish-ravening lamb!
3016 | Despised substance of divinest show!
3017 | Just opposite to what thou justly seem’st,
3018 | A damned saint, an honourable villain!
3019 | O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell
3020 | When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend
3021 | In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?
3022 | Was ever book containing such vile matter
3023 | So fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell
3024 | In such a gorgeous palace.
3025 | 
3026 | NURSE.
3027 | There’s no trust,
3028 | No faith, no honesty in men. All perjur’d,
3029 | All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.
3030 | Ah, where’s my man? Give me some aqua vitae.
3031 | These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.
3032 | Shame come to Romeo.
3033 | 
3034 | JULIET.
3035 | Blister’d be thy tongue
3036 | For such a wish! He was not born to shame.
3037 | Upon his brow shame is asham’d to sit;
3038 | For ’tis a throne where honour may be crown’d
3039 | Sole monarch of the universal earth.
3040 | O, what a beast was I to chide at him!
3041 | 
3042 | NURSE.
3043 | Will you speak well of him that kill’d your cousin?
3044 | 
3045 | JULIET.
3046 | Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
3047 | Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,
3048 | When I thy three-hours’ wife have mangled it?
3049 | But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?
3050 | That villain cousin would have kill’d my husband.
3051 | Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring,
3052 | Your tributary drops belong to woe,
3053 | Which you mistaking offer up to joy.
3054 | My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain,
3055 | And Tybalt’s dead, that would have slain my husband.
3056 | All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?
3057 | Some word there was, worser than Tybalt’s death,
3058 | That murder’d me. I would forget it fain,
3059 | But O, it presses to my memory
3060 | Like damned guilty deeds to sinners’ minds.
3061 | Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished.
3062 | That ‘banished,’ that one word ‘banished,’
3063 | Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt’s death
3064 | Was woe enough, if it had ended there.
3065 | Or if sour woe delights in fellowship,
3066 | And needly will be rank’d with other griefs,
3067 | Why follow’d not, when she said Tybalt’s dead,
3068 | Thy father or thy mother, nay or both,
3069 | Which modern lamentation might have mov’d?
3070 | But with a rear-ward following Tybalt’s death,
3071 | ‘Romeo is banished’—to speak that word
3072 | Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
3073 | All slain, all dead. Romeo is banished,
3074 | There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
3075 | In that word’s death, no words can that woe sound.
3076 | Where is my father and my mother, Nurse?
3077 | 
3078 | NURSE.
3079 | Weeping and wailing over Tybalt’s corse.
3080 | Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.
3081 | 
3082 | JULIET.
3083 | Wash they his wounds with tears. Mine shall be spent,
3084 | When theirs are dry, for Romeo’s banishment.
3085 | Take up those cords. Poor ropes, you are beguil’d,
3086 | Both you and I; for Romeo is exil’d.
3087 | He made you for a highway to my bed,
3088 | But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.
3089 | Come cords, come Nurse, I’ll to my wedding bed,
3090 | And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead.
3091 | 
3092 | NURSE.
3093 | Hie to your chamber. I’ll find Romeo
3094 | To comfort you. I wot well where he is.
3095 | Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night.
3096 | I’ll to him, he is hid at Lawrence’ cell.
3097 | 
3098 | JULIET.
3099 | O find him, give this ring to my true knight,
3100 | And bid him come to take his last farewell.
3101 | 
3102 |  [_Exeunt._]
3103 | 
3104 | SCENE III. Friar Lawrence’s cell.
3105 | 
3106 |  Enter Friar Lawrence.
3107 | 
3108 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
3109 | Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man.
3110 | Affliction is enanmour’d of thy parts
3111 | And thou art wedded to calamity.
3112 | 
3113 |  Enter Romeo.
3114 | 
3115 | ROMEO.
3116 | Father, what news? What is the Prince’s doom?
3117 | What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,
3118 | That I yet know not?
3119 | 
3120 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
3121 | Too familiar
3122 | Is my dear son with such sour company.
3123 | I bring thee tidings of the Prince’s doom.
3124 | 
3125 | ROMEO.
3126 | What less than doomsday is the Prince’s doom?
3127 | 
3128 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
3129 | A gentler judgment vanish’d from his lips,
3130 | Not body’s death, but body’s banishment.
3131 | 
3132 | ROMEO.
3133 | Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say death;
3134 | For exile hath more terror in his look,
3135 | Much more than death. Do not say banishment.
3136 | 
3137 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
3138 | Hence from Verona art thou banished.
3139 | Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
3140 | 
3141 | ROMEO.
3142 | There is no world without Verona walls,
3143 | But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
3144 | Hence banished is banish’d from the world,
3145 | And world’s exile is death. Then banished
3146 | Is death misterm’d. Calling death banished,
3147 | Thou cutt’st my head off with a golden axe,
3148 | And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.
3149 | 
3150 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
3151 | O deadly sin, O rude unthankfulness!
3152 | Thy fault our law calls death, but the kind Prince,
3153 | Taking thy part, hath brush’d aside the law,
3154 | And turn’d that black word death to banishment.
3155 | This is dear mercy, and thou see’st it not.
3156 | 
3157 | ROMEO.
3158 | ’Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here
3159 | Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog,
3160 | And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
3161 | Live here in heaven and may look on her,
3162 | But Romeo may not. More validity,
3163 | More honourable state, more courtship lives
3164 | In carrion flies than Romeo. They may seize
3165 | On the white wonder of dear Juliet’s hand,
3166 | And steal immortal blessing from her lips,
3167 | Who, even in pure and vestal modesty
3168 | Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.
3169 | But Romeo may not, he is banished.
3170 | This may flies do, when I from this must fly.
3171 | They are free men but I am banished.
3172 | And say’st thou yet that exile is not death?
3173 | Hadst thou no poison mix’d, no sharp-ground knife,
3174 | No sudden mean of death, though ne’er so mean,
3175 | But banished to kill me? Banished?
3176 | O Friar, the damned use that word in hell.
3177 | Howlings attends it. How hast thou the heart,
3178 | Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
3179 | A sin-absolver, and my friend profess’d,
3180 | To mangle me with that word banished?
3181 | 
3182 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
3183 | Thou fond mad man, hear me speak a little,
3184 | 
3185 | ROMEO.
3186 | O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.
3187 | 
3188 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
3189 | I’ll give thee armour to keep off that word,
3190 | Adversity’s sweet milk, philosophy,
3191 | To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
3192 | 
3193 | ROMEO.
3194 | Yet banished? Hang up philosophy.
3195 | Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
3196 | Displant a town, reverse a Prince’s doom,
3197 | It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more.
3198 | 
3199 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
3200 | O, then I see that mad men have no ears.
3201 | 
3202 | ROMEO.
3203 | How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?
3204 | 
3205 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
3206 | Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.
3207 | 
3208 | ROMEO.
3209 | Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel.
3210 | Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
3211 | An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,
3212 | Doting like me, and like me banished,
3213 | Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,
3214 | And fall upon the ground as I do now,
3215 | Taking the measure of an unmade grave.
3216 | 
3217 |  [_Knocking within._]
3218 | 
3219 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
3220 | Arise; one knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyself.
3221 | 
3222 | ROMEO.
3223 | Not I, unless the breath of heartsick groans
3224 | Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes.
3225 | 
3226 |  [_Knocking._]
3227 | 
3228 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
3229 | Hark, how they knock!—Who’s there?—Romeo, arise,
3230 | Thou wilt be taken.—Stay awhile.—Stand up.
3231 | 
3232 |  [_Knocking._]
3233 | 
3234 | Run to my study.—By-and-by.—God’s will,
3235 | What simpleness is this.—I come, I come.
3236 | 
3237 |  [_Knocking._]
3238 | 
3239 | Who knocks so hard? Whence come you, what’s your will?
3240 | 
3241 | NURSE.
3242 | [_Within._] Let me come in, and you shall know my errand.
3243 | I come from Lady Juliet.
3244 | 
3245 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
3246 | Welcome then.
3247 | 
3248 |  Enter Nurse.
3249 | 
3250 | NURSE.
3251 | O holy Friar, O, tell me, holy Friar,
3252 | Where is my lady’s lord, where’s Romeo?
3253 | 
3254 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
3255 | There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.
3256 | 
3257 | NURSE.
3258 | O, he is even in my mistress’ case.
3259 | Just in her case! O woeful sympathy!
3260 | Piteous predicament. Even so lies she,
3261 | Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.
3262 | Stand up, stand up; stand, and you be a man.
3263 | For Juliet’s sake, for her sake, rise and stand.
3264 | Why should you fall into so deep an O?
3265 | 
3266 | ROMEO.
3267 | Nurse.
3268 | 
3269 | NURSE.
3270 | Ah sir, ah sir, death’s the end of all.
3271 | 
3272 | ROMEO.
3273 | Spakest thou of Juliet? How is it with her?
3274 | Doth not she think me an old murderer,
3275 | Now I have stain’d the childhood of our joy
3276 | With blood remov’d but little from her own?
3277 | Where is she? And how doth she? And what says
3278 | My conceal’d lady to our cancell’d love?
3279 | 
3280 | NURSE.
3281 | O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;
3282 | And now falls on her bed, and then starts up,
3283 | And Tybalt calls, and then on Romeo cries,
3284 | And then down falls again.
3285 | 
3286 | ROMEO.
3287 | As if that name,
3288 | Shot from the deadly level of a gun,
3289 | Did murder her, as that name’s cursed hand
3290 | Murder’d her kinsman. O, tell me, Friar, tell me,
3291 | In what vile part of this anatomy
3292 | Doth my name lodge? Tell me, that I may sack
3293 | The hateful mansion.
3294 | 
3295 |  [_Drawing his sword._]
3296 | 
3297 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
3298 | Hold thy desperate hand.
3299 | Art thou a man? Thy form cries out thou art.
3300 | Thy tears are womanish, thy wild acts denote
3301 | The unreasonable fury of a beast.
3302 | Unseemly woman in a seeming man,
3303 | And ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!
3304 | Thou hast amaz’d me. By my holy order,
3305 | I thought thy disposition better temper’d.
3306 | Hast thou slain Tybalt? Wilt thou slay thyself?
3307 | And slay thy lady, that in thy life lives,
3308 | By doing damned hate upon thyself?
3309 | Why rail’st thou on thy birth, the heaven and earth?
3310 | Since birth, and heaven and earth, all three do meet
3311 | In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose.
3312 | Fie, fie, thou sham’st thy shape, thy love, thy wit,
3313 | Which, like a usurer, abound’st in all,
3314 | And usest none in that true use indeed
3315 | Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit.
3316 | Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,
3317 | Digressing from the valour of a man;
3318 | Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury,
3319 | Killing that love which thou hast vow’d to cherish;
3320 | Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
3321 | Misshapen in the conduct of them both,
3322 | Like powder in a skilless soldier’s flask,
3323 | Is set afire by thine own ignorance,
3324 | And thou dismember’d with thine own defence.
3325 | What, rouse thee, man. Thy Juliet is alive,
3326 | For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead.
3327 | There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee,
3328 | But thou slew’st Tybalt; there art thou happy.
3329 | The law that threaten’d death becomes thy friend,
3330 | And turns it to exile; there art thou happy.
3331 | A pack of blessings light upon thy back;
3332 | Happiness courts thee in her best array;
3333 | But like a misshaped and sullen wench,
3334 | Thou putt’st up thy Fortune and thy love.
3335 | Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
3336 | Go, get thee to thy love as was decreed,
3337 | Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her.
3338 | But look thou stay not till the watch be set,
3339 | For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
3340 | Where thou shalt live till we can find a time
3341 | To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
3342 | Beg pardon of the Prince, and call thee back
3343 | With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
3344 | Than thou went’st forth in lamentation.
3345 | Go before, Nurse. Commend me to thy lady,
3346 | And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
3347 | Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto.
3348 | Romeo is coming.
3349 | 
3350 | NURSE.
3351 | O Lord, I could have stay’d here all the night
3352 | To hear good counsel. O, what learning is!
3353 | My lord, I’ll tell my lady you will come.
3354 | 
3355 | ROMEO.
3356 | Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.
3357 | 
3358 | NURSE.
3359 | Here sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir.
3360 | Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.
3361 | 
3362 |  [_Exit._]
3363 | 
3364 | ROMEO.
3365 | How well my comfort is reviv’d by this.
3366 | 
3367 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
3368 | Go hence, good night, and here stands all your state:
3369 | Either be gone before the watch be set,
3370 | Or by the break of day disguis’d from hence.
3371 | Sojourn in Mantua. I’ll find out your man,
3372 | And he shall signify from time to time
3373 | Every good hap to you that chances here.
3374 | Give me thy hand; ’tis late; farewell; good night.
3375 | 
3376 | ROMEO.
3377 | But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
3378 | It were a grief so brief to part with thee.
3379 | Farewell.
3380 | 
3381 |  [_Exeunt._]
3382 | 
3383 | SCENE IV. A Room in Capulet’s House.
3384 | 
3385 |  Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet and Paris.
3386 | 
3387 | CAPULET.
3388 | Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily
3389 | That we have had no time to move our daughter.
3390 | Look you, she lov’d her kinsman Tybalt dearly,
3391 | And so did I. Well, we were born to die.
3392 | ’Tis very late; she’ll not come down tonight.
3393 | I promise you, but for your company,
3394 | I would have been abed an hour ago.
3395 | 
3396 | PARIS.
3397 | These times of woe afford no tune to woo.
3398 | Madam, good night. Commend me to your daughter.
3399 | 
3400 | LADY CAPULET.
3401 | I will, and know her mind early tomorrow;
3402 | Tonight she’s mew’d up to her heaviness.
3403 | 
3404 | CAPULET.
3405 | Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
3406 | Of my child’s love. I think she will be rul’d
3407 | In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not.
3408 | Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed,
3409 | Acquaint her here of my son Paris’ love,
3410 | And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next,
3411 | But, soft, what day is this?
3412 | 
3413 | PARIS.
3414 | Monday, my lord.
3415 | 
3416 | CAPULET.
3417 | Monday! Ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon,
3418 | A Thursday let it be; a Thursday, tell her,
3419 | She shall be married to this noble earl.
3420 | Will you be ready? Do you like this haste?
3421 | We’ll keep no great ado,—a friend or two,
3422 | For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,
3423 | It may be thought we held him carelessly,
3424 | Being our kinsman, if we revel much.
3425 | Therefore we’ll have some half a dozen friends,
3426 | And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?
3427 | 
3428 | PARIS.
3429 | My lord, I would that Thursday were tomorrow.
3430 | 
3431 | CAPULET.
3432 | Well, get you gone. A Thursday be it then.
3433 | Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,
3434 | Prepare her, wife, against this wedding day.
3435 | Farewell, my lord.—Light to my chamber, ho!
3436 | Afore me, it is so very very late that we
3437 | May call it early by and by. Good night.
3438 | 
3439 |  [_Exeunt._]
3440 | 
3441 | SCENE V. An open Gallery to Juliet’s Chamber, overlooking the Garden.
3442 | 
3443 |  Enter Romeo and Juliet.
3444 | 
3445 | JULIET.
3446 | Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.
3447 | It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
3448 | That pierc’d the fearful hollow of thine ear;
3449 | Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree.
3450 | Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
3451 | 
3452 | ROMEO.
3453 | It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
3454 | No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks
3455 | Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east.
3456 | Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day
3457 | Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
3458 | I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
3459 | 
3460 | JULIET.
3461 | Yond light is not daylight, I know it, I.
3462 | It is some meteor that the sun exhales
3463 | To be to thee this night a torchbearer
3464 | And light thee on thy way to Mantua.
3465 | Therefore stay yet, thou need’st not to be gone.
3466 | 
3467 | ROMEO.
3468 | Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death,
3469 | I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
3470 | I’ll say yon grey is not the morning’s eye,
3471 | ’Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia’s brow.
3472 | Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat
3473 | The vaulty heaven so high above our heads.
3474 | I have more care to stay than will to go.
3475 | Come, death, and welcome. Juliet wills it so.
3476 | How is’t, my soul? Let’s talk. It is not day.
3477 | 
3478 | JULIET.
3479 | It is, it is! Hie hence, be gone, away.
3480 | It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
3481 | Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
3482 | Some say the lark makes sweet division;
3483 | This doth not so, for she divideth us.
3484 | Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes.
3485 | O, now I would they had chang’d voices too,
3486 | Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
3487 | Hunting thee hence with hunt’s-up to the day.
3488 | O now be gone, more light and light it grows.
3489 | 
3490 | ROMEO.
3491 | More light and light, more dark and dark our woes.
3492 | 
3493 |  Enter Nurse.
3494 | 
3495 | NURSE.
3496 | Madam.
3497 | 
3498 | JULIET.
3499 | Nurse?
3500 | 
3501 | NURSE.
3502 | Your lady mother is coming to your chamber.
3503 | The day is broke, be wary, look about.
3504 | 
3505 |  [_Exit._]
3506 | 
3507 | JULIET.
3508 | Then, window, let day in, and let life out.
3509 | 
3510 | ROMEO.
3511 | Farewell, farewell, one kiss, and I’ll descend.
3512 | 
3513 |  [_Descends._]
3514 | 
3515 | JULIET.
3516 | Art thou gone so? Love, lord, ay husband, friend,
3517 | I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
3518 | For in a minute there are many days.
3519 | O, by this count I shall be much in years
3520 | Ere I again behold my Romeo.
3521 | 
3522 | ROMEO.
3523 | Farewell!
3524 | I will omit no opportunity
3525 | That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
3526 | 
3527 | JULIET.
3528 | O thinkest thou we shall ever meet again?
3529 | 
3530 | ROMEO.
3531 | I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve
3532 | For sweet discourses in our time to come.
3533 | 
3534 | JULIET.
3535 | O God! I have an ill-divining soul!
3536 | Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low,
3537 | As one dead in the bottom of a tomb.
3538 | Either my eyesight fails, or thou look’st pale.
3539 | 
3540 | ROMEO.
3541 | And trust me, love, in my eye so do you.
3542 | Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu.
3543 | 
3544 |  [_Exit below._]
3545 | 
3546 | JULIET.
3547 | O Fortune, Fortune! All men call thee fickle,
3548 | If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
3549 | That is renown’d for faith? Be fickle, Fortune;
3550 | For then, I hope thou wilt not keep him long
3551 | But send him back.
3552 | 
3553 | LADY CAPULET.
3554 | [_Within._] Ho, daughter, are you up?
3555 | 
3556 | JULIET.
3557 | Who is’t that calls? Is it my lady mother?
3558 | Is she not down so late, or up so early?
3559 | What unaccustom’d cause procures her hither?
3560 | 
3561 |  Enter Lady Capulet.
3562 | 
3563 | LADY CAPULET.
3564 | Why, how now, Juliet?
3565 | 
3566 | JULIET.
3567 | Madam, I am not well.
3568 | 
3569 | LADY CAPULET.
3570 | Evermore weeping for your cousin’s death?
3571 | What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
3572 | And if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live.
3573 | Therefore have done: some grief shows much of love,
3574 | But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
3575 | 
3576 | JULIET.
3577 | Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
3578 | 
3579 | LADY CAPULET.
3580 | So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
3581 | Which you weep for.
3582 | 
3583 | JULIET.
3584 | Feeling so the loss,
3585 | I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.
3586 | 
3587 | LADY CAPULET.
3588 | Well, girl, thou weep’st not so much for his death
3589 | As that the villain lives which slaughter’d him.
3590 | 
3591 | JULIET.
3592 | What villain, madam?
3593 | 
3594 | LADY CAPULET.
3595 | That same villain Romeo.
3596 | 
3597 | JULIET.
3598 | Villain and he be many miles asunder.
3599 | God pardon him. I do, with all my heart.
3600 | And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.
3601 | 
3602 | LADY CAPULET.
3603 | That is because the traitor murderer lives.
3604 | 
3605 | JULIET.
3606 | Ay madam, from the reach of these my hands.
3607 | Would none but I might venge my cousin’s death.
3608 | 
3609 | LADY CAPULET.
3610 | We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not.
3611 | Then weep no more. I’ll send to one in Mantua,
3612 | Where that same banish’d runagate doth live,
3613 | Shall give him such an unaccustom’d dram
3614 | That he shall soon keep Tybalt company:
3615 | And then I hope thou wilt be satisfied.
3616 | 
3617 | JULIET.
3618 | Indeed I never shall be satisfied
3619 | With Romeo till I behold him—dead—
3620 | Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex’d.
3621 | Madam, if you could find out but a man
3622 | To bear a poison, I would temper it,
3623 | That Romeo should upon receipt thereof,
3624 | Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors
3625 | To hear him nam’d, and cannot come to him,
3626 | To wreak the love I bore my cousin
3627 | Upon his body that hath slaughter’d him.
3628 | 
3629 | LADY CAPULET.
3630 | Find thou the means, and I’ll find such a man.
3631 | But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
3632 | 
3633 | JULIET.
3634 | And joy comes well in such a needy time.
3635 | What are they, I beseech your ladyship?
3636 | 
3637 | LADY CAPULET.
3638 | Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;
3639 | One who to put thee from thy heaviness,
3640 | Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,
3641 | That thou expects not, nor I look’d not for.
3642 | 
3643 | JULIET.
3644 | Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
3645 | 
3646 | LADY CAPULET.
3647 | Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn
3648 | The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
3649 | The County Paris, at Saint Peter’s Church,
3650 | Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
3651 | 
3652 | JULIET.
3653 | Now by Saint Peter’s Church, and Peter too,
3654 | He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
3655 | I wonder at this haste, that I must wed
3656 | Ere he that should be husband comes to woo.
3657 | I pray you tell my lord and father, madam,
3658 | I will not marry yet; and when I do, I swear
3659 | It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
3660 | Rather than Paris. These are news indeed.
3661 | 
3662 | LADY CAPULET.
3663 | Here comes your father, tell him so yourself,
3664 | And see how he will take it at your hands.
3665 | 
3666 |  Enter Capulet and Nurse.
3667 | 
3668 | CAPULET.
3669 | When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;
3670 | But for the sunset of my brother’s son
3671 | It rains downright.
3672 | How now? A conduit, girl? What, still in tears?
3673 | Evermore showering? In one little body
3674 | Thou counterfeits a bark, a sea, a wind.
3675 | For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
3676 | Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,
3677 | Sailing in this salt flood, the winds, thy sighs,
3678 | Who raging with thy tears and they with them,
3679 | Without a sudden calm will overset
3680 | Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife?
3681 | Have you deliver’d to her our decree?
3682 | 
3683 | LADY CAPULET.
3684 | Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.
3685 | I would the fool were married to her grave.
3686 | 
3687 | CAPULET.
3688 | Soft. Take me with you, take me with you, wife.
3689 | How, will she none? Doth she not give us thanks?
3690 | Is she not proud? Doth she not count her blest,
3691 | Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
3692 | So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?
3693 | 
3694 | JULIET.
3695 | Not proud you have, but thankful that you have.
3696 | Proud can I never be of what I hate;
3697 | But thankful even for hate that is meant love.
3698 | 
3699 | CAPULET.
3700 | How now, how now, chopp’d logic? What is this?
3701 | Proud, and, I thank you, and I thank you not;
3702 | And yet not proud. Mistress minion you,
3703 | Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,
3704 | But fettle your fine joints ’gainst Thursday next
3705 | To go with Paris to Saint Peter’s Church,
3706 | Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
3707 | Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out, you baggage!
3708 | You tallow-face!
3709 | 
3710 | LADY CAPULET.
3711 | Fie, fie! What, are you mad?
3712 | 
3713 | JULIET.
3714 | Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
3715 | Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
3716 | 
3717 | CAPULET.
3718 | Hang thee young baggage, disobedient wretch!
3719 | I tell thee what,—get thee to church a Thursday,
3720 | Or never after look me in the face.
3721 | Speak not, reply not, do not answer me.
3722 | My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest
3723 | That God had lent us but this only child;
3724 | But now I see this one is one too much,
3725 | And that we have a curse in having her.
3726 | Out on her, hilding.
3727 | 
3728 | NURSE.
3729 | God in heaven bless her.
3730 | You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
3731 | 
3732 | CAPULET.
3733 | And why, my lady wisdom? Hold your tongue,
3734 | Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.
3735 | 
3736 | NURSE.
3737 | I speak no treason.
3738 | 
3739 | CAPULET.
3740 | O God ye good-en!
3741 | 
3742 | NURSE.
3743 | May not one speak?
3744 | 
3745 | CAPULET.
3746 | Peace, you mumbling fool!
3747 | Utter your gravity o’er a gossip’s bowl,
3748 | For here we need it not.
3749 | 
3750 | LADY CAPULET.
3751 | You are too hot.
3752 | 
3753 | CAPULET.
3754 | God’s bread, it makes me mad!
3755 | Day, night, hour, ride, time, work, play,
3756 | Alone, in company, still my care hath been
3757 | To have her match’d, and having now provided
3758 | A gentleman of noble parentage,
3759 | Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly allied,
3760 | Stuff’d, as they say, with honourable parts,
3761 | Proportion’d as one’s thought would wish a man,
3762 | And then to have a wretched puling fool,
3763 | A whining mammet, in her fortune’s tender,
3764 | To answer, ‘I’ll not wed, I cannot love,
3765 | I am too young, I pray you pardon me.’
3766 | But, and you will not wed, I’ll pardon you.
3767 | Graze where you will, you shall not house with me.
3768 | Look to’t, think on’t, I do not use to jest.
3769 | Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise.
3770 | And you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend;
3771 | And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,
3772 | For by my soul, I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee,
3773 | Nor what is mine shall never do thee good.
3774 | Trust to’t, bethink you, I’ll not be forsworn.
3775 | 
3776 |  [_Exit._]
3777 | 
3778 | JULIET.
3779 | Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
3780 | That sees into the bottom of my grief?
3781 | O sweet my mother, cast me not away,
3782 | Delay this marriage for a month, a week,
3783 | Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
3784 | In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
3785 | 
3786 | LADY CAPULET.
3787 | Talk not to me, for I’ll not speak a word.
3788 | Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
3789 | 
3790 |  [_Exit._]
3791 | 
3792 | JULIET.
3793 | O God! O Nurse, how shall this be prevented?
3794 | My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven.
3795 | How shall that faith return again to earth,
3796 | Unless that husband send it me from heaven
3797 | By leaving earth? Comfort me, counsel me.
3798 | Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems
3799 | Upon so soft a subject as myself.
3800 | What say’st thou? Hast thou not a word of joy?
3801 | Some comfort, Nurse.
3802 | 
3803 | NURSE.
3804 | Faith, here it is.
3805 | Romeo is banished; and all the world to nothing
3806 | That he dares ne’er come back to challenge you.
3807 | Or if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
3808 | Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
3809 | I think it best you married with the County.
3810 | O, he’s a lovely gentleman.
3811 | Romeo’s a dishclout to him. An eagle, madam,
3812 | Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye
3813 | As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
3814 | I think you are happy in this second match,
3815 | For it excels your first: or if it did not,
3816 | Your first is dead, or ’twere as good he were,
3817 | As living here and you no use of him.
3818 | 
3819 | JULIET.
3820 | Speakest thou from thy heart?
3821 | 
3822 | NURSE.
3823 | And from my soul too,
3824 | Or else beshrew them both.
3825 | 
3826 | JULIET.
3827 | Amen.
3828 | 
3829 | NURSE.
3830 | What?
3831 | 
3832 | JULIET.
3833 | Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.
3834 | Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,
3835 | Having displeas’d my father, to Lawrence’ cell,
3836 | To make confession and to be absolv’d.
3837 | 
3838 | NURSE.
3839 | Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.
3840 | 
3841 |  [_Exit._]
3842 | 
3843 | JULIET.
3844 | Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
3845 | Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
3846 | Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
3847 | Which she hath prais’d him with above compare
3848 | So many thousand times? Go, counsellor.
3849 | Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
3850 | I’ll to the Friar to know his remedy.
3851 | If all else fail, myself have power to die.
3852 | 
3853 |  [_Exit._]
3854 | 
3855 | 
3856 | 
3857 | ACT IV
3858 | 
3859 | SCENE I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.
3860 | 
3861 |  Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris.
3862 | 
3863 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
3864 | On Thursday, sir? The time is very short.
3865 | 
3866 | PARIS.
3867 | My father Capulet will have it so;
3868 | And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.
3869 | 
3870 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
3871 | You say you do not know the lady’s mind.
3872 | Uneven is the course; I like it not.
3873 | 
3874 | PARIS.
3875 | Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death,
3876 | And therefore have I little talk’d of love;
3877 | For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
3878 | Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
3879 | That she do give her sorrow so much sway;
3880 | And in his wisdom, hastes our marriage,
3881 | To stop the inundation of her tears,
3882 | Which, too much minded by herself alone,
3883 | May be put from her by society.
3884 | Now do you know the reason of this haste.
3885 | 
3886 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
3887 | [_Aside._] I would I knew not why it should be slow’d.—
3888 | Look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell.
3889 | 
3890 |  Enter Juliet.
3891 | 
3892 | PARIS.
3893 | Happily met, my lady and my wife!
3894 | 
3895 | JULIET.
3896 | That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
3897 | 
3898 | PARIS.
3899 | That may be, must be, love, on Thursday next.
3900 | 
3901 | JULIET.
3902 | What must be shall be.
3903 | 
3904 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
3905 | That’s a certain text.
3906 | 
3907 | PARIS.
3908 | Come you to make confession to this father?
3909 | 
3910 | JULIET.
3911 | To answer that, I should confess to you.
3912 | 
3913 | PARIS.
3914 | Do not deny to him that you love me.
3915 | 
3916 | JULIET.
3917 | I will confess to you that I love him.
3918 | 
3919 | PARIS.
3920 | So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.
3921 | 
3922 | JULIET.
3923 | If I do so, it will be of more price,
3924 | Being spoke behind your back than to your face.
3925 | 
3926 | PARIS.
3927 | Poor soul, thy face is much abus’d with tears.
3928 | 
3929 | JULIET.
3930 | The tears have got small victory by that;
3931 | For it was bad enough before their spite.
3932 | 
3933 | PARIS.
3934 | Thou wrong’st it more than tears with that report.
3935 | 
3936 | JULIET.
3937 | That is no slander, sir, which is a truth,
3938 | And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
3939 | 
3940 | PARIS.
3941 | Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander’d it.
3942 | 
3943 | JULIET.
3944 | It may be so, for it is not mine own.
3945 | Are you at leisure, holy father, now,
3946 | Or shall I come to you at evening mass?
3947 | 
3948 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
3949 | My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.—
3950 | My lord, we must entreat the time alone.
3951 | 
3952 | PARIS.
3953 | God shield I should disturb devotion!—
3954 | Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye,
3955 | Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.
3956 | 
3957 |  [_Exit._]
3958 | 
3959 | JULIET.
3960 | O shut the door, and when thou hast done so,
3961 | Come weep with me, past hope, past cure, past help!
3962 | 
3963 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
3964 | O Juliet, I already know thy grief;
3965 | It strains me past the compass of my wits.
3966 | I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,
3967 | On Thursday next be married to this County.
3968 | 
3969 | JULIET.
3970 | Tell me not, Friar, that thou hear’st of this,
3971 | Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it.
3972 | If in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,
3973 | Do thou but call my resolution wise,
3974 | And with this knife I’ll help it presently.
3975 | God join’d my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands;
3976 | And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo’s seal’d,
3977 | Shall be the label to another deed,
3978 | Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
3979 | Turn to another, this shall slay them both.
3980 | Therefore, out of thy long-experienc’d time,
3981 | Give me some present counsel, or behold
3982 | ’Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
3983 | Shall play the empire, arbitrating that
3984 | Which the commission of thy years and art
3985 | Could to no issue of true honour bring.
3986 | Be not so long to speak. I long to die,
3987 | If what thou speak’st speak not of remedy.
3988 | 
3989 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
3990 | Hold, daughter. I do spy a kind of hope,
3991 | Which craves as desperate an execution
3992 | As that is desperate which we would prevent.
3993 | If, rather than to marry County Paris
3994 | Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,
3995 | Then is it likely thou wilt undertake
3996 | A thing like death to chide away this shame,
3997 | That cop’st with death himself to scape from it.
3998 | And if thou dar’st, I’ll give thee remedy.
3999 | 
4000 | JULIET.
4001 | O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
4002 | From off the battlements of yonder tower,
4003 | Or walk in thievish ways, or bid me lurk
4004 | Where serpents are. Chain me with roaring bears;
4005 | Or hide me nightly in a charnel-house,
4006 | O’er-cover’d quite with dead men’s rattling bones,
4007 | With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls.
4008 | Or bid me go into a new-made grave,
4009 | And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
4010 | Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble,
4011 | And I will do it without fear or doubt,
4012 | To live an unstain’d wife to my sweet love.
4013 | 
4014 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
4015 | Hold then. Go home, be merry, give consent
4016 | To marry Paris. Wednesday is tomorrow;
4017 | Tomorrow night look that thou lie alone,
4018 | Let not thy Nurse lie with thee in thy chamber.
4019 | Take thou this vial, being then in bed,
4020 | And this distilled liquor drink thou off,
4021 | When presently through all thy veins shall run
4022 | A cold and drowsy humour; for no pulse
4023 | Shall keep his native progress, but surcease.
4024 | No warmth, no breath shall testify thou livest,
4025 | The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
4026 | To paly ashes; thy eyes’ windows fall,
4027 | Like death when he shuts up the day of life.
4028 | Each part depriv’d of supple government,
4029 | Shall stiff and stark and cold appear like death.
4030 | And in this borrow’d likeness of shrunk death
4031 | Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,
4032 | And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
4033 | Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes
4034 | To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead.
4035 | Then as the manner of our country is,
4036 | In thy best robes, uncover’d, on the bier,
4037 | Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault
4038 | Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
4039 | In the meantime, against thou shalt awake,
4040 | Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,
4041 | And hither shall he come, and he and I
4042 | Will watch thy waking, and that very night
4043 | Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
4044 | And this shall free thee from this present shame,
4045 | If no inconstant toy nor womanish fear
4046 | Abate thy valour in the acting it.
4047 | 
4048 | JULIET.
4049 | Give me, give me! O tell not me of fear!
4050 | 
4051 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
4052 | Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous
4053 | In this resolve. I’ll send a friar with speed
4054 | To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.
4055 | 
4056 | JULIET.
4057 | Love give me strength, and strength shall help afford.
4058 | Farewell, dear father.
4059 | 
4060 |  [_Exeunt._]
4061 | 
4062 | SCENE II. Hall in Capulet’s House.
4063 | 
4064 |  Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse and Servants.
4065 | 
4066 | CAPULET.
4067 | So many guests invite as here are writ.
4068 | 
4069 |  [_Exit first Servant._]
4070 | 
4071 | Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
4072 | 
4073 | SECOND SERVANT.
4074 | You shall have none ill, sir; for I’ll try if they can lick their
4075 | fingers.
4076 | 
4077 | CAPULET.
4078 | How canst thou try them so?
4079 | 
4080 | SECOND SERVANT.
4081 | Marry, sir, ’tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers;
4082 | therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me.
4083 | 
4084 | CAPULET.
4085 | Go, begone.
4086 | 
4087 |  [_Exit second Servant._]
4088 | 
4089 | We shall be much unfurnish’d for this time.
4090 | What, is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence?
4091 | 
4092 | NURSE.
4093 | Ay, forsooth.
4094 | 
4095 | CAPULET.
4096 | Well, he may chance to do some good on her.
4097 | A peevish self-will’d harlotry it is.
4098 | 
4099 |  Enter Juliet.
4100 | 
4101 | NURSE.
4102 | See where she comes from shrift with merry look.
4103 | 
4104 | CAPULET.
4105 | How now, my headstrong. Where have you been gadding?
4106 | 
4107 | JULIET.
4108 | Where I have learnt me to repent the sin
4109 | Of disobedient opposition
4110 | To you and your behests; and am enjoin’d
4111 | By holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here,
4112 | To beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you.
4113 | Henceforward I am ever rul’d by you.
4114 | 
4115 | CAPULET.
4116 | Send for the County, go tell him of this.
4117 | I’ll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning.
4118 | 
4119 | JULIET.
4120 | I met the youthful lord at Lawrence’ cell,
4121 | And gave him what becomed love I might,
4122 | Not stepping o’er the bounds of modesty.
4123 | 
4124 | CAPULET.
4125 | Why, I am glad on’t. This is well. Stand up.
4126 | This is as’t should be. Let me see the County.
4127 | Ay, marry. Go, I say, and fetch him hither.
4128 | Now afore God, this reverend holy Friar,
4129 | All our whole city is much bound to him.
4130 | 
4131 | JULIET.
4132 | Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,
4133 | To help me sort such needful ornaments
4134 | As you think fit to furnish me tomorrow?
4135 | 
4136 | LADY CAPULET.
4137 | No, not till Thursday. There is time enough.
4138 | 
4139 | CAPULET.
4140 | Go, Nurse, go with her. We’ll to church tomorrow.
4141 | 
4142 |  [_Exeunt Juliet and Nurse._]
4143 | 
4144 | LADY CAPULET.
4145 | We shall be short in our provision,
4146 | ’Tis now near night.
4147 | 
4148 | CAPULET.
4149 | Tush, I will stir about,
4150 | And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife.
4151 | Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her.
4152 | I’ll not to bed tonight, let me alone.
4153 | I’ll play the housewife for this once.—What, ho!—
4154 | They are all forth: well, I will walk myself
4155 | To County Paris, to prepare him up
4156 | Against tomorrow. My heart is wondrous light
4157 | Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim’d.
4158 | 
4159 |  [_Exeunt._]
4160 | 
4161 | SCENE III. Juliet’s Chamber.
4162 | 
4163 |  Enter Juliet and Nurse.
4164 | 
4165 | JULIET.
4166 | Ay, those attires are best. But, gentle Nurse,
4167 | I pray thee leave me to myself tonight;
4168 | For I have need of many orisons
4169 | To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
4170 | Which, well thou know’st, is cross and full of sin.
4171 | 
4172 |  Enter Lady Capulet.
4173 | 
4174 | LADY CAPULET.
4175 | What, are you busy, ho? Need you my help?
4176 | 
4177 | JULIET.
4178 | No, madam; we have cull’d such necessaries
4179 | As are behoveful for our state tomorrow.
4180 | So please you, let me now be left alone,
4181 | And let the nurse this night sit up with you,
4182 | For I am sure you have your hands full all
4183 | In this so sudden business.
4184 | 
4185 | LADY CAPULET.
4186 | Good night.
4187 | Get thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need.
4188 | 
4189 |  [_Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse._]
4190 | 
4191 | JULIET.
4192 | Farewell. God knows when we shall meet again.
4193 | I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins
4194 | That almost freezes up the heat of life.
4195 | I’ll call them back again to comfort me.
4196 | Nurse!—What should she do here?
4197 | My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
4198 | Come, vial.
4199 | What if this mixture do not work at all?
4200 | Shall I be married then tomorrow morning?
4201 | No, No! This shall forbid it. Lie thou there.
4202 | 
4203 |  [_Laying down her dagger._]
4204 | 
4205 | What if it be a poison, which the Friar
4206 | Subtly hath minister’d to have me dead,
4207 | Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour’d,
4208 | Because he married me before to Romeo?
4209 | I fear it is. And yet methinks it should not,
4210 | For he hath still been tried a holy man.
4211 | How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
4212 | I wake before the time that Romeo
4213 | Come to redeem me? There’s a fearful point!
4214 | Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,
4215 | To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
4216 | And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
4217 | Or, if I live, is it not very like,
4218 | The horrible conceit of death and night,
4219 | Together with the terror of the place,
4220 | As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
4221 | Where for this many hundred years the bones
4222 | Of all my buried ancestors are pack’d,
4223 | Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
4224 | Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,
4225 | At some hours in the night spirits resort—
4226 | Alack, alack, is it not like that I,
4227 | So early waking, what with loathsome smells,
4228 | And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth,
4229 | That living mortals, hearing them, run mad.
4230 | O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
4231 | Environed with all these hideous fears,
4232 | And madly play with my forefathers’ joints?
4233 | And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?
4234 | And, in this rage, with some great kinsman’s bone,
4235 | As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
4236 | O look, methinks I see my cousin’s ghost
4237 | Seeking out Romeo that did spit his body
4238 | Upon a rapier’s point. Stay, Tybalt, stay!
4239 | Romeo, Romeo, Romeo, here’s drink! I drink to thee.
4240 | 
4241 |  [_Throws herself on the bed._]
4242 | 
4243 | SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet’s House.
4244 | 
4245 |  Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.
4246 | 
4247 | LADY CAPULET.
4248 | Hold, take these keys and fetch more spices, Nurse.
4249 | 
4250 | NURSE.
4251 | They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
4252 | 
4253 |  Enter Capulet.
4254 | 
4255 | CAPULET.
4256 | Come, stir, stir, stir! The second cock hath crow’d,
4257 | The curfew bell hath rung, ’tis three o’clock.
4258 | Look to the bak’d meats, good Angelica;
4259 | Spare not for cost.
4260 | 
4261 | NURSE.
4262 | Go, you cot-quean, go,
4263 | Get you to bed; faith, you’ll be sick tomorrow
4264 | For this night’s watching.
4265 | 
4266 | CAPULET.
4267 | No, not a whit. What! I have watch’d ere now
4268 | All night for lesser cause, and ne’er been sick.
4269 | 
4270 | LADY CAPULET.
4271 | Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;
4272 | But I will watch you from such watching now.
4273 | 
4274 |  [_Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse._]
4275 | 
4276 | CAPULET.
4277 | A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood!
4278 | 
4279 |  Enter Servants, with spits, logs and baskets.
4280 | 
4281 | Now, fellow, what’s there?
4282 | 
4283 | FIRST SERVANT.
4284 | Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.
4285 | 
4286 | CAPULET.
4287 | Make haste, make haste.
4288 | 
4289 |  [_Exit First Servant._]
4290 | 
4291 | —Sirrah, fetch drier logs.
4292 | Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.
4293 | 
4294 | SECOND SERVANT.
4295 | I have a head, sir, that will find out logs
4296 | And never trouble Peter for the matter.
4297 | 
4298 |  [_Exit._]
4299 | 
4300 | CAPULET.
4301 | Mass and well said; a merry whoreson, ha.
4302 | Thou shalt be loggerhead.—Good faith, ’tis day.
4303 | The County will be here with music straight,
4304 | For so he said he would. I hear him near.
4305 | 
4306 |  [_Play music._]
4307 | 
4308 | Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, Nurse, I say!
4309 | 
4310 |  Re-enter Nurse.
4311 | 
4312 | Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up.
4313 | I’ll go and chat with Paris. Hie, make haste,
4314 | Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already.
4315 | Make haste I say.
4316 | 
4317 |  [_Exeunt._]
4318 | 
4319 | SCENE V. Juliet’s Chamber; Juliet on the bed.
4320 | 
4321 |  Enter Nurse.
4322 | 
4323 | NURSE.
4324 | Mistress! What, mistress! Juliet! Fast, I warrant her, she.
4325 | Why, lamb, why, lady, fie, you slug-abed!
4326 | Why, love, I say! Madam! Sweetheart! Why, bride!
4327 | What, not a word? You take your pennyworths now.
4328 | Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
4329 | The County Paris hath set up his rest
4330 | That you shall rest but little. God forgive me!
4331 | Marry and amen. How sound is she asleep!
4332 | I needs must wake her. Madam, madam, madam!
4333 | Ay, let the County take you in your bed,
4334 | He’ll fright you up, i’faith. Will it not be?
4335 | What, dress’d, and in your clothes, and down again?
4336 | I must needs wake you. Lady! Lady! Lady!
4337 | Alas, alas! Help, help! My lady’s dead!
4338 | O, well-a-day that ever I was born.
4339 | Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! My lady!
4340 | 
4341 |  Enter Lady Capulet.
4342 | 
4343 | LADY CAPULET.
4344 | What noise is here?
4345 | 
4346 | NURSE.
4347 | O lamentable day!
4348 | 
4349 | LADY CAPULET.
4350 | What is the matter?
4351 | 
4352 | NURSE.
4353 | Look, look! O heavy day!
4354 | 
4355 | LADY CAPULET.
4356 | O me, O me! My child, my only life.
4357 | Revive, look up, or I will die with thee.
4358 | Help, help! Call help.
4359 | 
4360 |  Enter Capulet.
4361 | 
4362 | CAPULET.
4363 | For shame, bring Juliet forth, her lord is come.
4364 | 
4365 | NURSE.
4366 | She’s dead, deceas’d, she’s dead; alack the day!
4367 | 
4368 | LADY CAPULET.
4369 | Alack the day, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead!
4370 | 
4371 | CAPULET.
4372 | Ha! Let me see her. Out alas! She’s cold,
4373 | Her blood is settled and her joints are stiff.
4374 | Life and these lips have long been separated.
4375 | Death lies on her like an untimely frost
4376 | Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
4377 | 
4378 | NURSE.
4379 | O lamentable day!
4380 | 
4381 | LADY CAPULET.
4382 | O woful time!
4383 | 
4384 | CAPULET.
4385 | Death, that hath ta’en her hence to make me wail,
4386 | Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.
4387 | 
4388 |  Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris with Musicians.
4389 | 
4390 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
4391 | Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
4392 | 
4393 | CAPULET.
4394 | Ready to go, but never to return.
4395 | O son, the night before thy wedding day
4396 | Hath death lain with thy bride. There she lies,
4397 | Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
4398 | Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir;
4399 | My daughter he hath wedded. I will die.
4400 | And leave him all; life, living, all is death’s.
4401 | 
4402 | PARIS.
4403 | Have I thought long to see this morning’s face,
4404 | And doth it give me such a sight as this?
4405 | 
4406 | LADY CAPULET.
4407 | Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful day.
4408 | Most miserable hour that e’er time saw
4409 | In lasting labour of his pilgrimage.
4410 | But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
4411 | But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
4412 | And cruel death hath catch’d it from my sight.
4413 | 
4414 | NURSE.
4415 | O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day.
4416 | Most lamentable day, most woeful day
4417 | That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
4418 | O day, O day, O day, O hateful day.
4419 | Never was seen so black a day as this.
4420 | O woeful day, O woeful day.
4421 | 
4422 | PARIS.
4423 | Beguil’d, divorced, wronged, spited, slain.
4424 | Most detestable death, by thee beguil’d,
4425 | By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown.
4426 | O love! O life! Not life, but love in death!
4427 | 
4428 | CAPULET.
4429 | Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr’d, kill’d.
4430 | Uncomfortable time, why cam’st thou now
4431 | To murder, murder our solemnity?
4432 | O child! O child! My soul, and not my child,
4433 | Dead art thou. Alack, my child is dead,
4434 | And with my child my joys are buried.
4435 | 
4436 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
4437 | Peace, ho, for shame. Confusion’s cure lives not
4438 | In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
4439 | Had part in this fair maid, now heaven hath all,
4440 | And all the better is it for the maid.
4441 | Your part in her you could not keep from death,
4442 | But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
4443 | The most you sought was her promotion,
4444 | For ’twas your heaven she should be advanc’d,
4445 | And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc’d
4446 | Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
4447 | O, in this love, you love your child so ill
4448 | That you run mad, seeing that she is well.
4449 | She’s not well married that lives married long,
4450 | But she’s best married that dies married young.
4451 | Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
4452 | On this fair corse, and, as the custom is,
4453 | And in her best array bear her to church;
4454 | For though fond nature bids us all lament,
4455 | Yet nature’s tears are reason’s merriment.
4456 | 
4457 | CAPULET.
4458 | All things that we ordained festival
4459 | Turn from their office to black funeral:
4460 | Our instruments to melancholy bells,
4461 | Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast;
4462 | Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change;
4463 | Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
4464 | And all things change them to the contrary.
4465 | 
4466 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
4467 | Sir, go you in, and, madam, go with him,
4468 | And go, Sir Paris, everyone prepare
4469 | To follow this fair corse unto her grave.
4470 | The heavens do lower upon you for some ill;
4471 | Move them no more by crossing their high will.
4472 | 
4473 |  [_Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris and Friar._]
4474 | 
4475 | FIRST MUSICIAN.
4476 | Faith, we may put up our pipes and be gone.
4477 | 
4478 | NURSE.
4479 | Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up,
4480 | For well you know this is a pitiful case.
4481 | 
4482 | FIRST MUSICIAN.
4483 | Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
4484 | 
4485 |  [_Exit Nurse._]
4486 | 
4487 |  Enter Peter.
4488 | 
4489 | PETER.
4490 | Musicians, O, musicians, ‘Heart’s ease,’ ‘Heart’s ease’, O, and you
4491 | will have me live, play ‘Heart’s ease.’
4492 | 
4493 | FIRST MUSICIAN.
4494 | Why ‘Heart’s ease’?
4495 | 
4496 | PETER.
4497 | O musicians, because my heart itself plays ‘My heart is full’. O play
4498 | me some merry dump to comfort me.
4499 | 
4500 | FIRST MUSICIAN.
4501 | Not a dump we, ’tis no time to play now.
4502 | 
4503 | PETER.
4504 | You will not then?
4505 | 
4506 | FIRST MUSICIAN.
4507 | No.
4508 | 
4509 | PETER.
4510 | I will then give it you soundly.
4511 | 
4512 | FIRST MUSICIAN.
4513 | What will you give us?
4514 | 
4515 | PETER.
4516 | No money, on my faith, but the gleek! I will give you the minstrel.
4517 | 
4518 | FIRST MUSICIAN.
4519 | Then will I give you the serving-creature.
4520 | 
4521 | PETER.
4522 | Then will I lay the serving-creature’s dagger on your pate. I will
4523 | carry no crotchets. I’ll re you, I’ll fa you. Do you note me?
4524 | 
4525 | FIRST MUSICIAN.
4526 | And you re us and fa us, you note us.
4527 | 
4528 | SECOND MUSICIAN.
4529 | Pray you put up your dagger, and put out your wit.
4530 | 
4531 | PETER.
4532 | Then have at you with my wit. I will dry-beat you with an iron wit, and
4533 | put up my iron dagger. Answer me like men.
4534 |     ‘When griping griefs the heart doth wound,
4535 |       And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
4536 |     Then music with her silver sound’—
4537 | Why ‘silver sound’? Why ‘music with her silver sound’? What say you,
4538 | Simon Catling?
4539 | 
4540 | FIRST MUSICIAN.
4541 | Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.
4542 | 
4543 | PETER.
4544 | Prates. What say you, Hugh Rebeck?
4545 | 
4546 | SECOND MUSICIAN.
4547 | I say ‘silver sound’ because musicians sound for silver.
4548 | 
4549 | PETER.
4550 | Prates too! What say you, James Soundpost?
4551 | 
4552 | THIRD MUSICIAN.
4553 | Faith, I know not what to say.
4554 | 
4555 | PETER.
4556 | O, I cry you mercy, you are the singer. I will say for you. It is
4557 | ‘music with her silver sound’ because musicians have no gold for
4558 | sounding.
4559 |       ‘Then music with her silver sound
4560 |       With speedy help doth lend redress.’
4561 | 
4562 |  [_Exit._]
4563 | 
4564 | FIRST MUSICIAN.
4565 | What a pestilent knave is this same!
4566 | 
4567 | SECOND MUSICIAN.
4568 | Hang him, Jack. Come, we’ll in here, tarry for the mourners, and stay
4569 | dinner.
4570 | 
4571 |  [_Exeunt._]
4572 | 
4573 | 
4574 | 
4575 | ACT V
4576 | 
4577 | SCENE I. Mantua. A Street.
4578 | 
4579 |  Enter Romeo.
4580 | 
4581 | ROMEO.
4582 | If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep,
4583 | My dreams presage some joyful news at hand.
4584 | My bosom’s lord sits lightly in his throne;
4585 | And all this day an unaccustom’d spirit
4586 | Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
4587 | I dreamt my lady came and found me dead,—
4588 | Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think!—
4589 | And breath’d such life with kisses in my lips,
4590 | That I reviv’d, and was an emperor.
4591 | Ah me, how sweet is love itself possess’d,
4592 | When but love’s shadows are so rich in joy.
4593 | 
4594 |  Enter Balthasar.
4595 | 
4596 | News from Verona! How now, Balthasar?
4597 | Dost thou not bring me letters from the Friar?
4598 | How doth my lady? Is my father well?
4599 | How fares my Juliet? That I ask again;
4600 | For nothing can be ill if she be well.
4601 | 
4602 | BALTHASAR.
4603 | Then she is well, and nothing can be ill.
4604 | Her body sleeps in Capel’s monument,
4605 | And her immortal part with angels lives.
4606 | I saw her laid low in her kindred’s vault,
4607 | And presently took post to tell it you.
4608 | O pardon me for bringing these ill news,
4609 | Since you did leave it for my office, sir.
4610 | 
4611 | ROMEO.
4612 | Is it even so? Then I defy you, stars!
4613 | Thou know’st my lodging. Get me ink and paper,
4614 | And hire post-horses. I will hence tonight.
4615 | 
4616 | BALTHASAR.
4617 | I do beseech you sir, have patience.
4618 | Your looks are pale and wild, and do import
4619 | Some misadventure.
4620 | 
4621 | ROMEO.
4622 | Tush, thou art deceiv’d.
4623 | Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do.
4624 | Hast thou no letters to me from the Friar?
4625 | 
4626 | BALTHASAR.
4627 | No, my good lord.
4628 | 
4629 | ROMEO.
4630 | No matter. Get thee gone,
4631 | And hire those horses. I’ll be with thee straight.
4632 | 
4633 |  [_Exit Balthasar._]
4634 | 
4635 | Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight.
4636 | Let’s see for means. O mischief thou art swift
4637 | To enter in the thoughts of desperate men.
4638 | I do remember an apothecary,—
4639 | And hereabouts he dwells,—which late I noted
4640 | In tatter’d weeds, with overwhelming brows,
4641 | Culling of simples, meagre were his looks,
4642 | Sharp misery had worn him to the bones;
4643 | And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
4644 | An alligator stuff’d, and other skins
4645 | Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
4646 | A beggarly account of empty boxes,
4647 | Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,
4648 | Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses
4649 | Were thinly scatter’d, to make up a show.
4650 | Noting this penury, to myself I said,
4651 | And if a man did need a poison now,
4652 | Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
4653 | Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.
4654 | O, this same thought did but forerun my need,
4655 | And this same needy man must sell it me.
4656 | As I remember, this should be the house.
4657 | Being holiday, the beggar’s shop is shut.
4658 | What, ho! Apothecary!
4659 | 
4660 |  Enter Apothecary.
4661 | 
4662 | APOTHECARY.
4663 | Who calls so loud?
4664 | 
4665 | ROMEO.
4666 | Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor.
4667 | Hold, there is forty ducats. Let me have
4668 | A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear
4669 | As will disperse itself through all the veins,
4670 | That the life-weary taker may fall dead,
4671 | And that the trunk may be discharg’d of breath
4672 | As violently as hasty powder fir’d
4673 | Doth hurry from the fatal cannon’s womb.
4674 | 
4675 | APOTHECARY.
4676 | Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua’s law
4677 | Is death to any he that utters them.
4678 | 
4679 | ROMEO.
4680 | Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,
4681 | And fear’st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks,
4682 | Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,
4683 | Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back.
4684 | The world is not thy friend, nor the world’s law;
4685 | The world affords no law to make thee rich;
4686 | Then be not poor, but break it and take this.
4687 | 
4688 | APOTHECARY.
4689 | My poverty, but not my will consents.
4690 | 
4691 | ROMEO.
4692 | I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
4693 | 
4694 | APOTHECARY.
4695 | Put this in any liquid thing you will
4696 | And drink it off; and, if you had the strength
4697 | Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight.
4698 | 
4699 | ROMEO.
4700 | There is thy gold, worse poison to men’s souls,
4701 | Doing more murder in this loathsome world
4702 | Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
4703 | I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.
4704 | Farewell, buy food, and get thyself in flesh.
4705 | Come, cordial and not poison, go with me
4706 | To Juliet’s grave, for there must I use thee.
4707 | 
4708 |  [_Exeunt._]
4709 | 
4710 | SCENE II. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.
4711 | 
4712 |  Enter Friar John.
4713 | 
4714 | FRIAR JOHN.
4715 | Holy Franciscan Friar! Brother, ho!
4716 | 
4717 |  Enter Friar Lawrence.
4718 | 
4719 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
4720 | This same should be the voice of Friar John.
4721 | Welcome from Mantua. What says Romeo?
4722 | Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.
4723 | 
4724 | FRIAR JOHN.
4725 | Going to find a barefoot brother out,
4726 | One of our order, to associate me,
4727 | Here in this city visiting the sick,
4728 | And finding him, the searchers of the town,
4729 | Suspecting that we both were in a house
4730 | Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
4731 | Seal’d up the doors, and would not let us forth,
4732 | So that my speed to Mantua there was stay’d.
4733 | 
4734 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
4735 | Who bare my letter then to Romeo?
4736 | 
4737 | FRIAR JOHN.
4738 | I could not send it,—here it is again,—
4739 | Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
4740 | So fearful were they of infection.
4741 | 
4742 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
4743 | Unhappy fortune! By my brotherhood,
4744 | The letter was not nice, but full of charge,
4745 | Of dear import, and the neglecting it
4746 | May do much danger. Friar John, go hence,
4747 | Get me an iron crow and bring it straight
4748 | Unto my cell.
4749 | 
4750 | FRIAR JOHN.
4751 | Brother, I’ll go and bring it thee.
4752 | 
4753 |  [_Exit._]
4754 | 
4755 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
4756 | Now must I to the monument alone.
4757 | Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake.
4758 | She will beshrew me much that Romeo
4759 | Hath had no notice of these accidents;
4760 | But I will write again to Mantua,
4761 | And keep her at my cell till Romeo come.
4762 | Poor living corse, clos’d in a dead man’s tomb.
4763 | 
4764 |  [_Exit._]
4765 | 
4766 | SCENE III. A churchyard; in it a Monument belonging to the Capulets.
4767 | 
4768 |  Enter Paris, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch.
4769 | 
4770 | PARIS.
4771 | Give me thy torch, boy. Hence and stand aloof.
4772 | Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
4773 | Under yond yew tree lay thee all along,
4774 | Holding thy ear close to the hollow ground;
4775 | So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,
4776 | Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,
4777 | But thou shalt hear it. Whistle then to me,
4778 | As signal that thou hear’st something approach.
4779 | Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.
4780 | 
4781 | PAGE.
4782 | [_Aside._] I am almost afraid to stand alone
4783 | Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.
4784 | 
4785 |  [_Retires._]
4786 | 
4787 | PARIS.
4788 | Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew.
4789 | O woe, thy canopy is dust and stones,
4790 | Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,
4791 | Or wanting that, with tears distill’d by moans.
4792 | The obsequies that I for thee will keep,
4793 | Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.
4794 | 
4795 |  [_The Page whistles._]
4796 | 
4797 | The boy gives warning something doth approach.
4798 | What cursed foot wanders this way tonight,
4799 | To cross my obsequies and true love’s rite?
4800 | What, with a torch! Muffle me, night, awhile.
4801 | 
4802 |  [_Retires._]
4803 | 
4804 |  Enter Romeo and Balthasar with a torch, mattock, &c.
4805 | 
4806 | ROMEO.
4807 | Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.
4808 | Hold, take this letter; early in the morning
4809 | See thou deliver it to my lord and father.
4810 | Give me the light; upon thy life I charge thee,
4811 | Whate’er thou hear’st or seest, stand all aloof
4812 | And do not interrupt me in my course.
4813 | Why I descend into this bed of death
4814 | Is partly to behold my lady’s face,
4815 | But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger
4816 | A precious ring, a ring that I must use
4817 | In dear employment. Therefore hence, be gone.
4818 | But if thou jealous dost return to pry
4819 | In what I further shall intend to do,
4820 | By heaven I will tear thee joint by joint,
4821 | And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs.
4822 | The time and my intents are savage-wild;
4823 | More fierce and more inexorable far
4824 | Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.
4825 | 
4826 | BALTHASAR.
4827 | I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
4828 | 
4829 | ROMEO.
4830 | So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that.
4831 | Live, and be prosperous, and farewell, good fellow.
4832 | 
4833 | BALTHASAR.
4834 | For all this same, I’ll hide me hereabout.
4835 | His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.
4836 | 
4837 |  [_Retires_]
4838 | 
4839 | ROMEO.
4840 | Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,
4841 | Gorg’d with the dearest morsel of the earth,
4842 | Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
4843 | 
4844 |  [_Breaking open the door of the monument._]
4845 | 
4846 | And in despite, I’ll cram thee with more food.
4847 | 
4848 | PARIS.
4849 | This is that banish’d haughty Montague
4850 | That murder’d my love’s cousin,—with which grief,
4851 | It is supposed, the fair creature died,—
4852 | And here is come to do some villanous shame
4853 | To the dead bodies. I will apprehend him.
4854 | 
4855 |  [_Advances._]
4856 | 
4857 | Stop thy unhallow’d toil, vile Montague.
4858 | Can vengeance be pursu’d further than death?
4859 | Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee.
4860 | Obey, and go with me, for thou must die.
4861 | 
4862 | ROMEO.
4863 | I must indeed; and therefore came I hither.
4864 | Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man.
4865 | Fly hence and leave me. Think upon these gone;
4866 | Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,
4867 | Put not another sin upon my head
4868 | By urging me to fury. O be gone.
4869 | By heaven I love thee better than myself;
4870 | For I come hither arm’d against myself.
4871 | Stay not, be gone, live, and hereafter say,
4872 | A madman’s mercy bid thee run away.
4873 | 
4874 | PARIS.
4875 | I do defy thy conjuration,
4876 | And apprehend thee for a felon here.
4877 | 
4878 | ROMEO.
4879 | Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy!
4880 | 
4881 |  [_They fight._]
4882 | 
4883 | PAGE.
4884 | O lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.
4885 | 
4886 |  [_Exit._]
4887 | 
4888 | PARIS.
4889 | O, I am slain! [_Falls._] If thou be merciful,
4890 | Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
4891 | 
4892 |  [_Dies._]
4893 | 
4894 | ROMEO.
4895 | In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.
4896 | Mercutio’s kinsman, noble County Paris!
4897 | What said my man, when my betossed soul
4898 | Did not attend him as we rode? I think
4899 | He told me Paris should have married Juliet.
4900 | Said he not so? Or did I dream it so?
4901 | Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
4902 | To think it was so? O, give me thy hand,
4903 | One writ with me in sour misfortune’s book.
4904 | I’ll bury thee in a triumphant grave.
4905 | A grave? O no, a lantern, slaught’red youth,
4906 | For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
4907 | This vault a feasting presence full of light.
4908 | Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr’d.
4909 | 
4910 |  [_Laying Paris in the monument._]
4911 | 
4912 | How oft when men are at the point of death
4913 | Have they been merry! Which their keepers call
4914 | A lightning before death. O, how may I
4915 | Call this a lightning? O my love, my wife,
4916 | Death that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath,
4917 | Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
4918 | Thou art not conquer’d. Beauty’s ensign yet
4919 | Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
4920 | And death’s pale flag is not advanced there.
4921 | Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
4922 | O, what more favour can I do to thee
4923 | Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain
4924 | To sunder his that was thine enemy?
4925 | Forgive me, cousin. Ah, dear Juliet,
4926 | Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe
4927 | That unsubstantial death is amorous;
4928 | And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
4929 | Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
4930 | For fear of that I still will stay with thee,
4931 | And never from this palace of dim night
4932 | Depart again. Here, here will I remain
4933 | With worms that are thy chambermaids. O, here
4934 | Will I set up my everlasting rest;
4935 | And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
4936 | From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last.
4937 | Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, O you
4938 | The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
4939 | A dateless bargain to engrossing death.
4940 | Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide.
4941 | Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
4942 | The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark.
4943 | Here’s to my love! [_Drinks._] O true apothecary!
4944 | Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
4945 | 
4946 |  [_Dies._]
4947 | 
4948 |  Enter, at the other end of the Churchyard, Friar Lawrence, with a
4949 |  lantern, crow, and spade.
4950 | 
4951 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
4952 | Saint Francis be my speed. How oft tonight
4953 | Have my old feet stumbled at graves? Who’s there?
4954 | Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead?
4955 | 
4956 | BALTHASAR.
4957 | Here’s one, a friend, and one that knows you well.
4958 | 
4959 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
4960 | Bliss be upon you. Tell me, good my friend,
4961 | What torch is yond that vainly lends his light
4962 | To grubs and eyeless skulls? As I discern,
4963 | It burneth in the Capels’ monument.
4964 | 
4965 | BALTHASAR.
4966 | It doth so, holy sir, and there’s my master,
4967 | One that you love.
4968 | 
4969 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
4970 | Who is it?
4971 | 
4972 | BALTHASAR.
4973 | Romeo.
4974 | 
4975 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
4976 | How long hath he been there?
4977 | 
4978 | BALTHASAR.
4979 | Full half an hour.
4980 | 
4981 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
4982 | Go with me to the vault.
4983 | 
4984 | BALTHASAR.
4985 | I dare not, sir;
4986 | My master knows not but I am gone hence,
4987 | And fearfully did menace me with death
4988 | If I did stay to look on his intents.
4989 | 
4990 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
4991 | Stay then, I’ll go alone. Fear comes upon me.
4992 | O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.
4993 | 
4994 | BALTHASAR.
4995 | As I did sleep under this yew tree here,
4996 | I dreamt my master and another fought,
4997 | And that my master slew him.
4998 | 
4999 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
5000 | Romeo! [_Advances._]
5001 | Alack, alack, what blood is this which stains
5002 | The stony entrance of this sepulchre?
5003 | What mean these masterless and gory swords
5004 | To lie discolour’d by this place of peace?
5005 | 
5006 |  [_Enters the monument._]
5007 | 
5008 | Romeo! O, pale! Who else? What, Paris too?
5009 | And steep’d in blood? Ah what an unkind hour
5010 | Is guilty of this lamentable chance?
5011 | The lady stirs.
5012 | 
5013 |  [_Juliet wakes and stirs._]
5014 | 
5015 | JULIET.
5016 | O comfortable Friar, where is my lord?
5017 | I do remember well where I should be,
5018 | And there I am. Where is my Romeo?
5019 | 
5020 |  [_Noise within._]
5021 | 
5022 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
5023 | I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest
5024 | Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep.
5025 | A greater power than we can contradict
5026 | Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.
5027 | Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;
5028 | And Paris too. Come, I’ll dispose of thee
5029 | Among a sisterhood of holy nuns.
5030 | Stay not to question, for the watch is coming.
5031 | Come, go, good Juliet. I dare no longer stay.
5032 | 
5033 | JULIET.
5034 | Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.
5035 | 
5036 |  [_Exit Friar Lawrence._]
5037 | 
5038 | What’s here? A cup clos’d in my true love’s hand?
5039 | Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.
5040 | O churl. Drink all, and left no friendly drop
5041 | To help me after? I will kiss thy lips.
5042 | Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,
5043 | To make me die with a restorative.
5044 | 
5045 |  [_Kisses him._]
5046 | 
5047 | Thy lips are warm!
5048 | 
5049 | FIRST WATCH.
5050 | [_Within._] Lead, boy. Which way?
5051 | 
5052 | JULIET.
5053 | Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger.
5054 | 
5055 |  [_Snatching Romeo’s dagger._]
5056 | 
5057 | This is thy sheath. [_stabs herself_] There rest, and let me die.
5058 | 
5059 |  [_Falls on Romeo’s body and dies._]
5060 | 
5061 |  Enter Watch with the Page of Paris.
5062 | 
5063 | PAGE.
5064 | This is the place. There, where the torch doth burn.
5065 | 
5066 | FIRST WATCH.
5067 | The ground is bloody. Search about the churchyard.
5068 | Go, some of you, whoe’er you find attach.
5069 | 
5070 |  [_Exeunt some of the Watch._]
5071 | 
5072 | Pitiful sight! Here lies the County slain,
5073 | And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,
5074 | Who here hath lain this two days buried.
5075 | Go tell the Prince; run to the Capulets.
5076 | Raise up the Montagues, some others search.
5077 | 
5078 |  [_Exeunt others of the Watch._]
5079 | 
5080 | We see the ground whereon these woes do lie,
5081 | But the true ground of all these piteous woes
5082 | We cannot without circumstance descry.
5083 | 
5084 |  Re-enter some of the Watch with Balthasar.
5085 | 
5086 | SECOND WATCH.
5087 | Here’s Romeo’s man. We found him in the churchyard.
5088 | 
5089 | FIRST WATCH.
5090 | Hold him in safety till the Prince come hither.
5091 | 
5092 |  Re-enter others of the Watch with Friar Lawrence.
5093 | 
5094 | THIRD WATCH. Here is a Friar that trembles, sighs, and weeps.
5095 | We took this mattock and this spade from him
5096 | As he was coming from this churchyard side.
5097 | 
5098 | FIRST WATCH.
5099 | A great suspicion. Stay the Friar too.
5100 | 
5101 |  Enter the Prince and Attendants.
5102 | 
5103 | PRINCE.
5104 | What misadventure is so early up,
5105 | That calls our person from our morning’s rest?
5106 | 
5107 |  Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet and others.
5108 | 
5109 | CAPULET.
5110 | What should it be that they so shriek abroad?
5111 | 
5112 | LADY CAPULET.
5113 | O the people in the street cry Romeo,
5114 | Some Juliet, and some Paris, and all run
5115 | With open outcry toward our monument.
5116 | 
5117 | PRINCE.
5118 | What fear is this which startles in our ears?
5119 | 
5120 | FIRST WATCH.
5121 | Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain,
5122 | And Romeo dead, and Juliet, dead before,
5123 | Warm and new kill’d.
5124 | 
5125 | PRINCE.
5126 | Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.
5127 | 
5128 | FIRST WATCH.
5129 | Here is a Friar, and slaughter’d Romeo’s man,
5130 | With instruments upon them fit to open
5131 | These dead men’s tombs.
5132 | 
5133 | CAPULET.
5134 | O heaven! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!
5135 | This dagger hath mista’en, for lo, his house
5136 | Is empty on the back of Montague,
5137 | And it mis-sheathed in my daughter’s bosom.
5138 | 
5139 | LADY CAPULET.
5140 | O me! This sight of death is as a bell
5141 | That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
5142 | 
5143 |  Enter Montague and others.
5144 | 
5145 | PRINCE.
5146 | Come, Montague, for thou art early up,
5147 | To see thy son and heir more early down.
5148 | 
5149 | MONTAGUE.
5150 | Alas, my liege, my wife is dead tonight.
5151 | Grief of my son’s exile hath stopp’d her breath.
5152 | What further woe conspires against mine age?
5153 | 
5154 | PRINCE.
5155 | Look, and thou shalt see.
5156 | 
5157 | MONTAGUE.
5158 | O thou untaught! What manners is in this,
5159 | To press before thy father to a grave?
5160 | 
5161 | PRINCE.
5162 | Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,
5163 | Till we can clear these ambiguities,
5164 | And know their spring, their head, their true descent,
5165 | And then will I be general of your woes,
5166 | And lead you even to death. Meantime forbear,
5167 | And let mischance be slave to patience.
5168 | Bring forth the parties of suspicion.
5169 | 
5170 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
5171 | I am the greatest, able to do least,
5172 | Yet most suspected, as the time and place
5173 | Doth make against me, of this direful murder.
5174 | And here I stand, both to impeach and purge
5175 | Myself condemned and myself excus’d.
5176 | 
5177 | PRINCE.
5178 | Then say at once what thou dost know in this.
5179 | 
5180 | FRIAR LAWRENCE.
5181 | I will be brief, for my short date of breath
5182 | Is not so long as is a tedious tale.
5183 | Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet,
5184 | And she, there dead, that Romeo’s faithful wife.
5185 | I married them; and their stol’n marriage day
5186 | Was Tybalt’s doomsday, whose untimely death
5187 | Banish’d the new-made bridegroom from this city;
5188 | For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin’d.
5189 | You, to remove that siege of grief from her,
5190 | Betroth’d, and would have married her perforce
5191 | To County Paris. Then comes she to me,
5192 | And with wild looks, bid me devise some means
5193 | To rid her from this second marriage,
5194 | Or in my cell there would she kill herself.
5195 | Then gave I her, so tutored by my art,
5196 | A sleeping potion, which so took effect
5197 | As I intended, for it wrought on her
5198 | The form of death. Meantime I writ to Romeo
5199 | That he should hither come as this dire night
5200 | To help to take her from her borrow’d grave,
5201 | Being the time the potion’s force should cease.
5202 | But he which bore my letter, Friar John,
5203 | Was stay’d by accident; and yesternight
5204 | Return’d my letter back. Then all alone
5205 | At the prefixed hour of her waking
5206 | Came I to take her from her kindred’s vault,
5207 | Meaning to keep her closely at my cell
5208 | Till I conveniently could send to Romeo.
5209 | But when I came, some minute ere the time
5210 | Of her awaking, here untimely lay
5211 | The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.
5212 | She wakes; and I entreated her come forth
5213 | And bear this work of heaven with patience.
5214 | But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;
5215 | And she, too desperate, would not go with me,
5216 | But, as it seems, did violence on herself.
5217 | All this I know; and to the marriage
5218 | Her Nurse is privy. And if ought in this
5219 | Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
5220 | Be sacrific’d, some hour before his time,
5221 | Unto the rigour of severest law.
5222 | 
5223 | PRINCE.
5224 | We still have known thee for a holy man.
5225 | Where’s Romeo’s man? What can he say to this?
5226 | 
5227 | BALTHASAR.
5228 | I brought my master news of Juliet’s death,
5229 | And then in post he came from Mantua
5230 | To this same place, to this same monument.
5231 | This letter he early bid me give his father,
5232 | And threaten’d me with death, going in the vault,
5233 | If I departed not, and left him there.
5234 | 
5235 | PRINCE.
5236 | Give me the letter, I will look on it.
5237 | Where is the County’s Page that rais’d the watch?
5238 | Sirrah, what made your master in this place?
5239 | 
5240 | PAGE.
5241 | He came with flowers to strew his lady’s grave,
5242 | And bid me stand aloof, and so I did.
5243 | Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb,
5244 | And by and by my master drew on him,
5245 | And then I ran away to call the watch.
5246 | 
5247 | PRINCE.
5248 | This letter doth make good the Friar’s words,
5249 | Their course of love, the tidings of her death.
5250 | And here he writes that he did buy a poison
5251 | Of a poor ’pothecary, and therewithal
5252 | Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
5253 | Where be these enemies? Capulet, Montague,
5254 | See what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
5255 | That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love!
5256 | And I, for winking at your discords too,
5257 | Have lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punish’d.
5258 | 
5259 | CAPULET.
5260 | O brother Montague, give me thy hand.
5261 | This is my daughter’s jointure, for no more
5262 | Can I demand.
5263 | 
5264 | MONTAGUE.
5265 | But I can give thee more,
5266 | For I will raise her statue in pure gold,
5267 | That whiles Verona by that name is known,
5268 | There shall no figure at such rate be set
5269 | As that of true and faithful Juliet.
5270 | 
5271 | CAPULET.
5272 | As rich shall Romeo’s by his lady’s lie,
5273 | Poor sacrifices of our enmity.
5274 | 
5275 | PRINCE.
5276 | A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
5277 | The sun for sorrow will not show his head.
5278 | Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things.
5279 | Some shall be pardon’d, and some punished,
5280 | For never was a story of more woe
5281 | Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
5282 | 
5283 |  [_Exeunt._]
5284 | 
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