ROMEO AND JULIET
ROMEO AND JULIET
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Dramatis Personae
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Escalus, prince of Verona
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Paris, a young nobleman, kinsman to the prince
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Montague and Capulet, heads of houses at variance with each other
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An old man, cousin to Capulet
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Romeo, son of Montague
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Mercutio, kinsman to the prince, and friend to Romeo
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Benvolio, nephew to Montague, and friend to Romeo
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Tybalt, nephew to Lady Capulet
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Friar Laurence, Franciscan
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Friar John, Franciscan
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Balthasar, servant to Romeo
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Sampson, servant to Capulet
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Gregory, servant to Capulet
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Peter, servant to Juliet’s nurse
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Abraham, servant to Montague
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An apothecary
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Three musicians
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Page to Paris; another page; an officer
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Lady Montague, wife to Montague
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Lady Capulet, wife to Capulet
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Juliet, daughter to Capulet
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Nurse to Juliet
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Citizens of Verona; several men and women, relations to both houses; maskers, guards, watchmen, and attendants
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Chorus
Scene: Verona; Mantua.
Romeo and Juliet
Prologue
Two households, both alike in dignity,
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Act I
Scene I
Verona. A public place.
Enter Sampson and Gregory, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers. | |
Sampson | Gregory, o’ my word, we’ll not carry coals. |
Gregory | No, for then we should be colliers. |
Sampson | I mean, an we be in choler, we’ll draw. |
Gregory | Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o’ the collar. |
Sampson | I strike quickly, being moved. |
Gregory | But thou art not quickly moved to strike. |
Sampson | A dog of the house of Montague moves me. |
Gregory | To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn’st away. |
Sampson | A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague’s. |
Gregory | That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall. |
Sampson | True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Montague’s men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall. |
Gregory | The quarrel is between our masters and us their men. |
Sampson | ’Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids, and cut off their heads. |
Gregory | The heads of the maids? |
Sampson | Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt. |
Gregory | They must take it in sense that feel it. |
Sampson | Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and ’tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh. |
Gregory | ’Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; here comes two of the house of the Montagues. |
Sampson | My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee. |
Gregory | How! turn thy back and run? |
Sampson | Fear me not. |
Gregory | No, marry; I fear thee! |
Sampson | Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin. |
Gregory | I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list. |
Sampson | Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it. |
Enter Abraham and Balthasar. | |
Abraham | Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? |
Sampson | I do bite my thumb, sir. |
Abraham | Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? |
Sampson | Aside to Gregory. Is the law of our side, if I say ay? |
Gregory | No. |
Sampson | No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir. |
Gregory | Do you quarrel, sir? |
Abraham | Quarrel sir! no, sir. |
Sampson | If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you. |
Abraham | No better. |
Sampson | Well, sir. |
Gregory | Say “better:” here comes one of my master’s kinsmen. |
Sampson | Yes, better, sir. |
Abraham | You lie. |
Sampson | Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow. They fight. |
Enter Benvolio. | |
Benvolio |
Part, fools!
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Enter Tybalt. | |
Tybalt |
What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
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Benvolio |
I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,
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Tybalt |
What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,
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Enter several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs. | |
First Citizen |
Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!
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Enter Capulet in his gown, and Lady Capulet. | |
Capulet | What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho! |
Lady Capulet | A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword? |
Capulet |
My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,
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Enter Montague and Lady Montague. | |
Montague | Thou villain Capulet—Hold me not, let me go. |
Lady Montague | Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe. |
Enter Prince, with Attendants. | |
Prince |
Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
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Montague |
Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
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Benvolio |
Here were the servants of your adversary,
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Lady Montague |
O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?
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Benvolio |
Madam, an hour before the worshipp’d sun
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Montague |
Many a morning hath he there been seen,
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Benvolio | My noble uncle, do you know the cause? |
Montague | I neither know it nor can learn of him. |
Benvolio | Have you importuned him by any means? |
Montague |
Both by myself and many other friends:
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Enter Romeo. | |
Benvolio |
See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;
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Montague |
I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,
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Benvolio | Good morrow, cousin. |
Romeo | Is the day so young? |
Benvolio | But new struck nine. |
Romeo |
Ay me! sad hours seem long.
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Benvolio | It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours? |
Romeo | Not having that, which, having, makes them short. |
Benvolio | In love? |
Romeo | Out— |
Benvolio | Of love? |
Romeo | Out of her favour, where I am in love. |
Benvolio |
Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
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Romeo |
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,
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Benvolio | No, coz, I rather weep. |
Romeo | Good heart, at what? |
Benvolio | At thy good heart’s oppression. |
Romeo |
Why, such is love’s transgression.
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Benvolio |
Soft! I will go along;
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Romeo |
Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;
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Benvolio | Tell me in sadness, who is that you love. |
Romeo | What, shall I groan and tell thee? |
Benvolio |
Groan! why, no;
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Romeo |
Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:
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Benvolio | I aim’d so near, when I supposed you loved. |
Romeo | A right good mark-man! And she’s fair I love. |
Benvolio | A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. |
Romeo |
Well, in that hit you miss: she’ll not be hit
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Benvolio | Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste? |
Romeo |
She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,
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Benvolio | Be ruled by me, forget to think of her. |
Romeo | O, teach me how I should forget to think. |
Benvolio |
By giving liberty unto thine eyes;
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Romeo |
’Tis the way
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Benvolio | I’ll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. Exeunt. |
Scene II
A street.
Enter Capulet, Paris, and Servant. | |
Capulet |
But Montague is bound as well as I,
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Paris |
Of honourable reckoning are you both;
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Capulet |
But saying o’er what I have said before:
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Paris | Younger than she are happy mothers made. |
Capulet |
And too soon marr’d are those so early made.
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Servant | Find them out whose names are written here! It is written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned.—In good time. |
Enter Benvolio and Romeo. | |
Benvolio |
Tut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning,
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Romeo | Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that. |
Benvolio | For what, I pray thee? |
Romeo | For your broken shin. |
Benvolio | Why, Romeo, art thou mad? |
Romeo |
Not mad, but bound more than a madman is;
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Servant | God gi’ god-den. I pray, sir, can you read? |
Romeo | Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. |
Servant | Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I pray, can you read anything you see? |
Romeo | Ay, if I know the letters and the language. |
Servant | Ye say honestly: rest you merry! |
Romeo |
Stay, fellow; I can read. Reads.
A fair assembly: whither should they come? |
Servant | Up. |
Romeo | Whither? |
Servant | To supper; to our house. |
Romeo | Whose house? |
Servant | My master’s. |
Romeo | Indeed, I should have ask’d you that before. |
Servant | Now I’ll tell you without asking: my master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry! Exit. |
Benvolio |
At this same ancient feast of Capulet’s
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Romeo |
When the devout religion of mine eye
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Benvolio |
Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,
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Romeo |
I’ll go along, no such sight to be shown,
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Scene III
A room in Capulet’s house.
Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse. | |
Lady Capulet | Nurse, where’s my daughter? call her forth to me. |
Nurse |
Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,
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Enter Juliet. | |
Juliet | How now! who calls? |
Nurse | Your mother. |
Juliet |
Madam, I am here.
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Lady Capulet |
This is the matter:—Nurse, give leave awhile,
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Nurse | Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour. |
Lady Capulet | She’s not fourteen. |
Nurse |
I’ll lay fourteen of my teeth—
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Lady Capulet | A fortnight and odd days. |
Nurse |
Even or odd, of all days in the year,
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Lady Capulet | Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace. |
Nurse |
Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,
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Juliet | And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I. |
Nurse |
Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
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Lady Capulet |
Marry, that “marry” is the very theme
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Juliet | It is an honour that I dream not of. |
Nurse |
An honour! were not I thine only nurse,
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Lady Capulet |
Well, think of marriage now; younger than you,
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Nurse |
A man, young lady! lady, such a man
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Lady Capulet | Verona’s summer hath not such a flower. |
Nurse | Nay, he’s a flower; in faith, a very flower. |
Lady Capulet |
What say you? can you love the gentleman?
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Nurse | No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men. |
Lady Capulet | Speak briefly, can you like of Paris’ love? |
Juliet |
I’ll look to like, if looking liking move:
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Enter a Servant. | |
Servant | Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in the pantry, and everything in extremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight. |
Lady Capulet | We follow thee. Exit Servant. Juliet, the county stays. |
Nurse | Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days. Exeunt. |
Scene IV
A street.
Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others. | |
Romeo |
What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
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Benvolio |
The date is out of such prolixity:
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Romeo |
Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling;
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Mercutio | Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. |
Romeo |
Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes
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Mercutio |
You are a lover; borrow Cupid’s wings,
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Romeo |
I am too sore enpierced with his shaft
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Mercutio |
And, to sink in it, should you burden love;
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Romeo |
Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
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Mercutio |
If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
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Benvolio |
Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in,
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Romeo |
A torch for me: let wantons light of heart
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Mercutio |
Tut, dun’s the mouse, the constable’s own word:
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Romeo | Nay, that’s not so. |
Mercutio |
I mean, sir, in delay
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Romeo |
And we mean well in going to this mask;
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Mercutio | Why, may one ask? |
Romeo | I dream’d a dream to-night. |
Mercutio | And so did I. |
Romeo | Well, what was yours? |
Mercutio | That dreamers often lie. |
Romeo | In bed asleep, while they do dream things true. |
Mercutio |
O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
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Romeo |
Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!
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Mercutio |
True, I talk of dreams,
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Benvolio |
This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves;
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Romeo |
I fear, too early: for my mind misgives
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Benvolio | Strike, drum. Exeunt. |
Scene V
A hall in Capulet’s house.
Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkins. | |
First Servant | Where’s Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher! |
Second Servant | When good manners shall lie all in one or two men’s hands and they unwashed too, ’tis a foul thing. |
First Servant | Away with the joint-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. Antony, and Potpan! |
Second Servant | Ay, boy, ready. |
First Servant | You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the great chamber. |
Second Servant | We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all. |
Enter Capulet, with Juliet and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers. | |
Capulet |
Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes
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Second Capulet | By’r lady, thirty years. |
Capulet |
What, man! ’tis not so much, ’tis not so much:
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Second Capulet |
’Tis more, ’tis more: his son is elder, sir;
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Capulet |
Will you tell me that?
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Romeo |
To a Servingman What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand
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Servant | I know not, sir. |
Romeo |
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
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Tybalt |
This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
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Capulet | Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so? |
Tybalt |
Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,
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Capulet | Young Romeo is it? |
Tybalt | ’Tis he, that villain Romeo. |
Capulet |
Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;
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Tybalt |
It fits, when such a villain is a guest:
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Capulet |
He shall be endured:
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Tybalt | Why, uncle, ’tis a shame. |
Capulet |
Go to, go to;
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Tybalt |
Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
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Romeo |
To Juliet If I profane with my unworthiest hand
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Juliet |
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
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Romeo | Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? |
Juliet | Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. |
Romeo |
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
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Juliet | Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake. |
Romeo |
Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.
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Juliet | Then have my lips the sin that they have took. |
Romeo |
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
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Juliet | You kiss by the book. |
Nurse | Madam, your mother craves a word with you. |
Romeo | What is her mother? |
Nurse |
Marry, bachelor,
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Romeo |
Is she a Capulet?
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Benvolio | Away, be gone; the sport is at the best. |
Romeo | Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest. |
Capulet |
Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;
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Juliet | Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman? |
Nurse | The son and heir of old Tiberio. |
Juliet | What’s he that now is going out of door? |
Nurse | Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio. |
Juliet | What’s he that follows there, that would not dance? |
Nurse | I know not. |
Juliet |
Go ask his name: if he be married,
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Nurse |
His name is Romeo, and a Montague;
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Juliet |
My only love sprung from my only hate!
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Nurse | What’s this? what’s this? |
Juliet |
A rhyme I learn’d even now
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Nurse |
Anon, anon!
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Act II
Prologue
Enter Chorus. | |
Chorus |
Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
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Scene I
A lane by the wall of Capulet’s orchard.
Enter Romeo. | |
Romeo |
Can I go forward when my heart is here?
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Enter Benvolio and Mercutio. | |
Benvolio | Romeo! my cousin Romeo! |
Mercutio |
He is wise;
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Benvolio |
He ran this way, and leap’d this orchard wall:
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Mercutio |
Nay, I’ll conjure too.
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Benvolio | And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. |
Mercutio |
This cannot anger him: ’twould anger him
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Benvolio |
Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,
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Mercutio |
If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
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Benvolio |
Go, then; for ’tis in vain
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Scene II
Capulet’s orchard.
Enter Romeo. | |
Romeo |
He jests at scars that never felt a wound. Juliet appears above at a window.
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Juliet | Ay me! |
Romeo |
She speaks:
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Juliet |
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
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Romeo | Aside Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? |
Juliet |
’Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
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Romeo |
I take thee at thy word:
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Juliet |
What man art thou that thus bescreen’d in night
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Romeo |
By a name
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Juliet |
My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
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Romeo | Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. |
Juliet |
How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
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Romeo |
With love’s light wings did I o’er-perch these walls;
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Juliet | If they do see thee, they will murder thee. |
Romeo |
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
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Juliet | I would not for the world they saw thee here. |
Romeo |
I have night’s cloak to hide me from their sight;
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Juliet | By whose direction found’st thou out this place? |
Romeo |
By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
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Juliet |
Thou know’st the mask of night is on my face,
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Romeo |
Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
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Juliet |
O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
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Romeo | What shall I swear by? |
Juliet |
Do not swear at all;
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Romeo | If my heart’s dear love— |
Juliet |
Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,
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Romeo | O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? |
Juliet | What satisfaction canst thou have to-night? |
Romeo | The exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine. |
Juliet |
I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
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Romeo | Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? |
Juliet |
But to be frank, and give it thee again.
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Romeo |
O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard,
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Re-enter Juliet, above. | |
Juliet |
Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
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Nurse | Within Madam! |
Juliet |
I come, anon.—But if thou mean’st not well,
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Nurse | Within Madam! |
Juliet |
By and by, I come:—
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Romeo | So thrive my soul— |
Juliet | A thousand times good night! Exit, above. |
Romeo |
A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
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Re-enter Juliet, above. | |
Juliet |
Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer’s voice,
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Romeo |
It is my soul that calls upon my name:
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Juliet | Romeo! |
Romeo | My dear? |
Juliet |
At what o’clock to-morrow
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Romeo | At the hour of nine. |
Juliet |
I will not fail: ’tis twenty years till then.
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Romeo | Let me stand here till thou remember it. |
Juliet |
I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
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Romeo |
And I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget,
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Juliet |
’Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:
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Romeo | I would I were thy bird. |
Juliet |
Sweet, so would I:
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Romeo |
Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
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Scene III
Friar Laurence’s cell.
Enter Friar Laurence, with a basket. | |
Friar Laurence |
The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
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Enter Romeo | |
Romeo | Good morrow, father. |
Friar Laurence |
Benedicite!
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Romeo | That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. |
Friar Laurence | God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline? |
Romeo |
With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;
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Friar Laurence | That’s my good son: but where hast thou been, then? |
Romeo |
I’ll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.
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Friar Laurence |
Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;
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Romeo |
Then plainly know my heart’s dear love is set
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Friar Laurence |
Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
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Romeo | Thou chid’st me oft for loving Rosaline. |
Friar Laurence | For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. |
Romeo | And bad’st me bury love. |
Friar Laurence |
Not in a grave,
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Romeo |
I pray thee, chide not: she whom I love now
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Friar Laurence |
O, she knew well
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Romeo | O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. |
Friar Laurence | Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. Exeunt. |
Scene IV
A street.
Enter Benvolio and Mercutio. | |
Mercutio |
Where the devil should this Romeo be?
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Benvolio | Not to his father’s; I spoke with his man. |
Mercutio |
Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline.
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Benvolio |
Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,
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Mercutio | A challenge, on my life. |
Benvolio | Romeo will answer it. |
Mercutio | Any man that can write may answer a letter. |
Benvolio | Nay, he will answer the letter’s master, how he dares, being dared. |
Mercutio | Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead: stabbed with a white wench’s black eye; shot thorough the ear with a love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy’s butt-shaft: and is he a man to encounter Tybalt? |
Benvolio | Why, what is Tybalt? |
Mercutio | More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is the courageous captain of complements. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the very first house, of the first and second cause: ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the hai! |
Benvolio | The what? |
Mercutio | The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! “By Jesu, a very good blade! a very tall man! a very good whore!” Why, is not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these perdona-mi’s, who stand so much on the new form, that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench? O, their bones, their bones! |
Enter Romeo. | |
Benvolio | Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo. |
Mercutio | Without his roe, like a dried herring: O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy; Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior Romeo, bon jour! there’s a French salutation to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night. |
Romeo | Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you? |
Mercutio | The ship, sir, the slip; can you not conceive? |
Romeo | Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy. |
Mercutio | That’s as much as to say, such a case as yours constrains a man to bow in the hams. |
Romeo | Meaning, to court’sy. |
Mercutio | Thou hast most kindly hit it. |
Romeo | A most courteous exposition. |
Mercutio | Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy. |
Romeo | Pink for flower. |
Mercutio | Right. |
Romeo | Why, then is my pump well flowered. |
Mercutio | Well said: follow me this jest now till thou hast worn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular. |
Romeo | O single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness. |
Mercutio | Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint. |
Romeo | Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I’ll cry a match. |
Mercutio | Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five: was I with you there for the goose? |
Romeo | Thou wast never with me for anything when thou wast not there for the goose. |
Mercutio | I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. |
Romeo | Nay, good goose, bite not. |
Mercutio | Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce. |
Romeo | And is it not well served in to a sweet goose? |
Mercutio | O here’s a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad! |
Romeo | I stretch it out for that word “broad;” which added to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose. |
Mercutio | Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: for this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole. |
Benvolio | Stop there, stop there. |
Mercutio | Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair. |
Benvolio | Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large. |
Mercutio | O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short: for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer. |
Romeo | Here’s goodly gear! |
Enter Nurse and Peter. | |
Mercutio | A sail, a sail! |
Benvolio | Two, two; a shirt and a smock. |
Nurse | Peter! |
Peter | Anon! |
Nurse | My fan, Peter. |
Mercutio | Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan’s the fairer face. |
Nurse | God ye good morrow, gentlemen. |
Mercutio | God ye good den, fair gentlewoman. |
Nurse | Is it good den? |
Mercutio | ’Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon. |
Nurse | Out upon you! what a man are you! |
Romeo | One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to mar. |
Nurse | By my troth, it is well said; “for himself to mar,” quoth a’? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo? |
Romeo | I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when you have found him than he was when you sought him: I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse. |
Nurse | You say well. |
Mercutio | Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i’ faith; wisely, wisely. |
Nurse | If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you. |
Benvolio | She will indite him to some supper. |
Mercutio | A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho! |
Romeo | What hast thou found? |
Mercutio |
No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent. Sings.
Romeo, will you come to your father’s? we’ll to dinner, thither. |
Romeo | I will follow you. |
Mercutio | Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, Singing “lady, lady, lady.” Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio. |
Nurse | Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery? |
Romeo | A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month. |
Nurse | An a’ speak anything against me, I’ll take him down, an a’ were lustier than he is, and twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot, I’ll find those that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure? |
Peter | I saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side. |
Nurse | Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself: but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into a fool’s paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing. |
Romeo | Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto thee— |
Nurse | Good heart, and, i’ faith, I will tell her as much: Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman. |
Romeo | What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me. |
Nurse | I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer. |
Romeo |
Bid her devise
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Nurse | No, truly, sir; not a penny. |
Romeo | Go to; I say you shall. |
Nurse | This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there. |
Romeo |
And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall:
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Nurse | Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir. |
Romeo | What say’st thou, my dear nurse? |
Nurse |
Is your man secret? Did you ne’er hear say,
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Romeo | I warrant thee, my man’s as true as steel. |
Nurse | Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady—Lord, Lord! when ’twas a little prating thing:—O, there is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer man; but, I’ll warrant you, when I say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the versal world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter? |
Romeo | Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R. |
Nurse | Ah, mocker! that’s the dog’s name; R is for the—No; I know it begins with some other letter:—and she hath the prettiest sententious of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it. |
Romeo | Commend me to thy lady. |
Nurse | Ay, a thousand times. Exit Romeo. Peter! |
Peter | Anon! |
Nurse | Peter, take my fan, and go before, and apace. Exeunt. |
Scene V
Capulet’s orchard.
Enter Juliet. | |
Juliet |
The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;
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Enter Nurse and Peter. | |
O honey nurse, what news?
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Nurse | Peter, stay at the gate. Exit Peter. |
Juliet |
Now, good sweet nurse—O Lord, why look’st thou sad?
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Nurse |
I am a-weary, give me leave awhile:
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Juliet |
I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news.
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Nurse |
Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile?
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Juliet |
How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath
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Nurse | Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his face be better than any man’s, yet his leg excels all men’s; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body, though they be not to be talked on, yet they are past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy, but, I’ll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home? |
Juliet |
No, no: but all this did I know before.
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Nurse |
Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I!
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Juliet |
I’ faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.
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Nurse | Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I warrant, a virtuous—Where is your mother? |
Juliet |
Where is my mother! why, she is within;
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Nurse |
O God’s lady dear!
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Juliet | Here’s such a coil! come, what says Romeo? |
Nurse | Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? |
Juliet | I have. |
Nurse |
Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence’ cell;
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Juliet | Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell. Exeunt. |
Scene VI
Friar Laurence’s cell.
Enter Friar Laurence and Romeo. | |
Friar Laurence |
So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
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Romeo |
Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
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Friar Laurence |
These violent delights have violent ends
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Enter Juliet. | |
Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot
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Juliet | Good even to my ghostly confessor. |
Friar Laurence | Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. |
Juliet | As much to him, else is his thanks too much. |
Romeo |
Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
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Juliet |
Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
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Friar Laurence |
Come, come with me, and we will make short work;
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Act III
Scene I
A public place.
Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page, and Servants. | |
Benvolio |
I pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire:
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Mercutio | Thou art like one of those fellows that when he enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword upon the table and says “God send me no need of thee!” and by the operation of the second cup draws it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need. |
Benvolio | Am I like such a fellow? |
Mercutio | Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved. |
Benvolio | And what to? |
Mercutio | Nay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun: didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with another, for tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling! |
Benvolio | An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter. |
Mercutio | The fee-simple! O simple! |
Benvolio | By my head, here come the Capulets. |
Mercutio | By my heel, I care not. |
Enter Tybalt and others. | |
Tybalt | Follow me close, for I will speak to them. Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you. |
Mercutio | And but one word with one of us? couple it with something; make it a word and a blow. |
Tybalt | You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you will give me occasion. |
Mercutio | Could you not take some occasion without giving? |
Tybalt | Mercutio, thou consort’st with Romeo— |
Mercutio | Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords: here’s my fiddlestick; here’s that shall make you dance. ’Zounds, consort! |
Benvolio |
We talk here in the public haunt of men:
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Mercutio |
Men’s eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;
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Enter Romeo. | |
Tybalt | Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man. |
Mercutio |
But I’ll be hang’d, sir, if he wear your livery:
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Tybalt |
Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford
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Romeo |
Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
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Tybalt |
Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
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Romeo |
I do protest, I never injured thee,
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Mercutio |
O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!
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Tybalt | What wouldst thou have with me? |
Mercutio | Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out. |
Tybalt | I am for you. Drawing. |
Romeo | Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. |
Mercutio | Come, sir, your passado. They fight. |
Romeo |
Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.
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Mercutio |
I am hurt.
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Benvolio | What, art thou hurt? |
Mercutio |
Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, ’tis enough.
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Romeo | Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. |
Mercutio | No, ’tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but ’tis enough, ’twill serve: ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o’ both your houses! ’Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm. |
Romeo | I thought all for the best. |
Mercutio |
Help me into some house, Benvolio,
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Romeo |
This gentleman, the prince’s near ally,
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Re-enter Benvolio. | |
Benvolio |
O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio’s dead!
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Romeo |
This day’s black fate on more days doth depend;
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Benvolio | Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. |
Romeo |
Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!
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Re-enter Tybalt. | |
Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,
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Tybalt |
Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
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Romeo | This shall determine that. They fight; Tybalt falls. |
Benvolio |
Romeo, away, be gone!
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Romeo | O, I am fortune’s fool! |
Benvolio | Why dost thou stay? Exit Romeo. |
Enter Citizens, etc. | |
First Citizen |
Which way ran he that kill’d Mercutio?
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Benvolio | There lies that Tybalt. |
First Citizen |
Up, sir, go with me;
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Enter Prince, attended; Montague, Capulet, their Wives, and others | |
Prince | Where are the vile beginners of this fray? |
Benvolio |
O noble prince, I can discover all
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Lady Capulet |
Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother’s child!
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Prince | Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? |
Benvolio |
Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo’s hand did slay;
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Lady Capulet |
He is a kinsman to the Montague;
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Prince |
Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
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Montague |
Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio’s friend;
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Prince |
And for that offence
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Scene II
Capulet’s orchard.
Enter Juliet. | |
Juliet |
Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
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Enter Nurse, with cords. | |
Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords
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Nurse | Ay, ay, the cords. Throws them down. |
Juliet | Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands? |
Nurse |
Ah, well-a-day! he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead!
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Juliet | Can heaven be so envious? |
Nurse |
Romeo can,
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Juliet |
What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?
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Nurse |
I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes—
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Juliet |
O, break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once!
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Nurse |
O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!
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Juliet |
What storm is this that blows so contrary?
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Nurse |
Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;
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Juliet | O God! did Romeo’s hand shed Tybalt’s blood? |
Nurse | It did, it did; alas the day, it did! |
Juliet |
O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
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Nurse |
There’s no trust,
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Juliet |
Blister’d be thy tongue
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Nurse | Will you speak well of him that kill’d your cousin? |
Juliet |
Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
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Nurse |
Weeping and wailing over Tybalt’s corse:
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Juliet |
Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent,
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Nurse |
Hie to your chamber: I’ll find Romeo
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Juliet |
O, find him! give this ring to my true knight,
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Scene III
Friar Laurence’s cell.
Enter Friar Laurence. | |
Friar Laurence |
Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man:
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Enter Romeo. | |
Romeo |
Father, what news? what is the prince’s doom?
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Friar Laurence |
Too familiar
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Romeo | What less than dooms-day is the prince’s doom? |
Friar Laurence |
A gentler judgment vanish’d from his lips,
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Romeo |
Ha, banishment! be merciful, say “death;”
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Friar Laurence |
Hence from Verona art thou banished:
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Romeo |
There is no world without Verona walls,
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Friar Laurence |
O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
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Romeo |
’Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,
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Friar Laurence | Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word. |
Romeo | O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. |
Friar Laurence |
I’ll give thee armour to keep off that word;
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Romeo |
Yet “banished”? Hang up philosophy!
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Friar Laurence | O, then I see that madmen have no ears. |
Romeo | How should they, when that wise men have no eyes? |
Friar Laurence | Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. |
Romeo |
Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:
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Friar Laurence | Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself. |
Romeo |
Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick groans,
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Friar Laurence |
Hark, how they knock! Who’s there? Romeo, arise;
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Nurse |
Within Let me come in, and you shall know my errand;
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Friar Laurence | Welcome, then. |
Enter Nurse. | |
Nurse |
O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,
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Friar Laurence | There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. |
Nurse |
O, he is even in my mistress’ case,
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Romeo | Nurse! |
Nurse | Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death’s the end of all. |
Romeo |
Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her?
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Nurse |
O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;
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Romeo |
As if that name,
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Friar Laurence |
Hold thy desperate hand:
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Nurse |
O Lord, I could have stay’d here all the night
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Romeo | Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. |
Nurse |
Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir:
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Romeo | How well my comfort is revived by this! |
Friar Laurence |
Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state:
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Romeo |
But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
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Scene IV
A room in Capulet’s house.
Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris. | |
Capulet |
Things have fall’n out, sir, so unluckily,
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Paris |
These times of woe afford no time to woo.
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Lady Capulet |
I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;
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Capulet |
Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
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Paris | Monday, my lord, |
Capulet |
Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon,
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Paris | My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow. |
Capulet |
Well, get you gone: o’ Thursday be it, then.
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Scene V
Capulet’s orchard.
Enter Romeo and Juliet above, at the window. | |
Juliet |
Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
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Romeo |
It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
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Juliet |
Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I:
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Romeo |
Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death;
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Juliet |
It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away!
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Romeo | More light and light; more dark and dark our woes! |
Enter Nurse, to the chamber. | |
Nurse | Madam! |
Juliet | Nurse? |
Nurse |
Your lady mother is coming to your chamber:
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Juliet | Then, window, let day in, and let life out. |
Romeo | Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I’ll descend. He goeth down. |
Juliet |
Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend!
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Romeo |
Farewell!
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Juliet | O think’st thou we shall ever meet again? |
Romeo |
I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve
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Juliet |
O God, I have an ill-divining soul!
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Romeo |
And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:
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Juliet |
O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:
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Lady Capulet | Within Ho, daughter! are you up? |
Juliet |
Who is’t that calls? is it my lady mother?
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Enter Lady Capulet. | |
Lady Capulet | Why, how now, Juliet! |
Juliet | Madam, I am not well. |
Lady Capulet |
Evermore weeping for your cousin’s death?
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Juliet | Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. |
Lady Capulet |
So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
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Juliet |
Feeling so the loss,
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Lady Capulet |
Well, girl, thou weep’st not so much for his death,
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Juliet | What villain, madam? |
Lady Capulet | That same villain, Romeo. |
Juliet |
Aside Villain and he be many miles asunder.—
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Lady Capulet | That is, because the traitor murderer lives. |
Juliet |
Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands:
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Lady Capulet |
We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:
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Juliet |
Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
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Lady Capulet |
Find thou the means, and I’ll find such a man.
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Juliet |
And joy comes well in such a needy time:
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Lady Capulet |
Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;
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Juliet | Madam, in happy time, what day is that? |
Lady Capulet |
Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
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Juliet |
Now, by Saint Peter’s Church and Peter too,
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Lady Capulet |
Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,
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Enter Capulet and Nurse. | |
Capulet |
When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;
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Lady Capulet |
Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.
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Capulet |
Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife.
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Juliet |
Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you have:
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Capulet |
How now, how now, chop-logic! What is this?
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Lady Capulet | Fie, fie! what, are you mad? |
Juliet |
Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
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Capulet |
Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!
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Nurse |
God in heaven bless her!
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Capulet |
And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,
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Nurse | I speak no treason. |
Capulet | O, God ye god-den. |
Nurse | May not one speak? |
Capulet |
Peace, you mumbling fool!
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Lady Capulet | You are too hot. |
Capulet |
God’s bread! it makes me mad:
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Juliet |
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
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Lady Capulet |
Talk not to me, for I’ll not speak a word:
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Juliet |
O God!—O nurse, how shall this be prevented?
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Nurse |
Faith, here it is.
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Juliet | Speakest thou from thy heart? |
Nurse |
And from my soul too;
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Juliet | Amen! |
Nurse | What? |
Juliet |
Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.
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Nurse | Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. Exit. |
Juliet |
Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
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Act IV
Scene I
Friar Laurence’s cell.
Enter Friar Laurence and Paris. | |
Friar Laurence | On Thursday, sir? the time is very short. |
Paris |
My father Capulet will have it so;
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Friar Laurence |
You say you do not know the lady’s mind:
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Paris |
Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death,
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Friar Laurence |
Aside I would I knew not why it should be slow’d.
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Enter Juliet. | |
Paris | Happily met, my lady and my wife! |
Juliet | That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. |
Paris | That may be must be, love, on Thursday next. |
Juliet | What must be shall be. |
Friar Laurence | That’s a certain text. |
Paris | Come you to make confession to this father? |
Juliet | To answer that, I should confess to you. |
Paris | Do not deny to him that you love me. |
Juliet | I will confess to you that I love him. |
Paris | So will ye, I am sure, that you love me. |
Juliet |
If I do so, it will be of more price,
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Paris | Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears. |
Juliet |
The tears have got small victory by that;
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Paris | Thou wrong’st it, more than tears, with that report. |
Juliet |
That is no slander, sir, which is a truth;
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Paris | Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander’d it. |
Juliet |
It may be so, for it is not mine own.
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Friar Laurence |
My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.
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Paris |
God shield I should disturb devotion!
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Juliet |
O shut the door! and when thou hast done so,
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Friar Laurence |
Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;
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Juliet |
Tell me not, friar, that thou hear’st of this,
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Friar Laurence |
Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope,
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Juliet |
O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
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Friar Laurence |
Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent
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Juliet | Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear! |
Friar Laurence |
Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous
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Juliet |
Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.
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Scene II
Hall in Capulet’s house.
Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse, and two Servingmen. | |
Capulet |
So many guests invite as here are writ. Exit First Servant.
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Second Servant | You shall have none ill, sir; for I’ll try if they can lick their fingers. |
Capulet | How canst thou try them so? |
Second Servant | Marry, sir, ’tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me. |
Capulet |
Go, be gone. Exit Second Servant.
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Nurse | Ay, forsooth. |
Capulet |
Well, he may chance to do some good on her:
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Nurse | See where she comes from shrift with merry look. |
Enter Juliet. | |
Capulet | How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding? |
Juliet |
Where I have learn’d me to repent the sin
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Capulet |
Send for the county; go tell him of this:
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Juliet |
I met the youthful lord at Laurence’ cell;
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Capulet |
Why, I am glad on’t; this is well: stand up:
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Juliet |
Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,
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Lady Capulet | No, not till Thursday; there is time enough. |
Capulet | Go, nurse, go with her: we’ll to church to-morrow. Exeunt Juliet and Nurse. |
Lady Capulet |
We shall be short in our provision:
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Capulet |
Tush, I will stir about,
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Scene III
Juliet’s chamber.
Enter Juliet and Nurse. | |
Juliet |
Ay, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse,
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Enter Lady Capulet. | |
Lady Capulet | What, are you busy, ho? need you my help? |
Juliet |
No, madam; we have cull’d such necessaries
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Lady Capulet |
Good night:
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Juliet |
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
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Scene IV
Hall in Capulet’s house.
Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse. | |
Lady Capulet | Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse. |
Nurse | They call for dates and quinces in the pastry. |
Enter Capulet. | |
Capulet |
Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow’d,
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Nurse |
Go, you cot-quean, go,
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Capulet |
No, not a whit: what! I have watch’d ere now
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Lady Capulet |
Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;
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Capulet | A jealous-hood, a jealous hood! |
Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets. | |
Now, fellow,
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First Servant | Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what. |
Capulet |
Make haste, make haste.Exit First Servant. Sirrah, fetch drier logs:
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Second Servant |
I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,
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Capulet |
Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!
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Re-enter Nurse. | |
Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up;
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Scene V
Juliet’s chamber.
Enter Nurse. | |
Nurse |
Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:
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Enter Lady Capulet. | |
Lady Capulet | What noise is here? |
Nurse | O lamentable day! |
Lady Capulet | What is the matter? |
Nurse | Look, look! O heavy day! |
Lady Capulet |
O me, O me! My child, my only life,
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Enter Capulet. | |
Capulet | For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come. |
Nurse | She’s dead, deceased, she’s dead; alack the day! |
Lady Capulet | Alack the day, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead! |
Capulet |
Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she’s cold;
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Nurse | O lamentable day! |
Lady Capulet | O woful time! |
Capulet |
Death, that hath ta’en her hence to make me wail,
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Enter Friar Laurence and Paris, with Musicians. | |
Friar Laurence | Come, is the bride ready to go to church? |
Capulet |
Ready to go, but never to return.
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Paris |
Have I thought long to see this morning’s face,
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Lady Capulet |
Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
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Nurse |
O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
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Paris |
Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
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Capulet |
Despised, distressed, hated, martyr’d, kill’d!
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Friar Laurence |
Peace, ho, for shame! confusion’s cure lives not
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Capulet |
All things that we ordained festival,
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Friar Laurence |
Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him;
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First Musician | Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone. |
Nurse |
Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up;
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First Musician | Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. |
Enter Peter. | |
Peter | Musicians, O, musicians, “Heart’s ease, Heart’s ease:” O, an you will have me live, play “Heart’s ease.” |
First Musician | Why “Heart’s ease”? |
Peter | O, musicians, because my heart itself plays “My heart is full of woe:” O, play me some merry dump, to comfort me. |
First Musician | Not a dump we; ’tis no time to play now. |
Peter | You will not, then? |
First Musician | No. |
Peter | I will then give it you soundly. |
First Musician | What will you give us? |
Peter | No money, on my faith, but the gleek; I will give you the minstrel. |
First Musician | Then I will give you the serving-creature. |
Peter | Then will I lay the serving-creature’s dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I’ll re you, I’ll fa you; do you note me? |
First Musician | An you re us and fa us, you note us. |
Second Musician | Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit. |
Peter |
Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer me like men:
why “silver sound”? why “music with her silver sound”? What say you, Simon Catling? |
First Musician | Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. |
Peter | Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck? |
Second Musician | I say “silver sound,” because musicians sound for silver. |
Peter | Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost? |
Third Musician | Faith, I know not what to say. |
Peter |
O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say for you. It is “music with her silver sound,” because musicians have no gold for sounding:
Exit. |
First Musician | What a pestilent knave is this same! |
Second Musician | Hang him, Jack! Come, we’ll in here; tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. Exeunt. |
Act V
Scene I
Mantua. A street.
Enter Romeo. | |
Romeo |
If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
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Enter Balthasar, booted. | |
News from Verona!—How now, Balthasar!
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Balthasar |
Then she is well, and nothing can be ill:
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Romeo |
Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!
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Balthasar |
I do beseech you, sir, have patience:
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Romeo |
Tush, thou art deceived:
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Balthasar | No, my good lord. |
Romeo |
No matter: get thee gone,
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Enter Apothecary | |
Apothecary | Who calls so loud? |
Romeo |
Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor:
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Apothecary |
Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua’s law
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Romeo |
Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,
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Apothecary | My poverty, but not my will, consents. |
Romeo | I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. |
Apothecary |
Put this in any liquid thing you will,
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Romeo |
There is thy gold, worse poison to men’s souls,
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Scene II
Friar Laurence’s cell.
Enter Friar John. | |
Friar John | Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! |
Enter Friar Laurence. | |
Friar Laurence |
This same should be the voice of Friar John.
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Friar John |
Going to find a bare-foot brother out
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Friar Laurence | Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo? |
Friar John |
I could not send it—here it is again—
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Friar Laurence |
Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
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Friar John | Brother, I’ll go and bring it thee. Exit. |
Friar Laurence |
Now must I to the monument alone;
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Scene III
A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.
Enter Paris, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch. | |
Paris |
Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof:
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Page |
Aside I am almost afraid to stand alone
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Paris |
Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew—
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Enter Romeo and Balthasar, with a torch, mattock, etc. | |
Romeo |
Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.
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Balthasar | I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. |
Romeo |
So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that:
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Balthasar |
Aside For all this same, I’ll hide me hereabout:
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Romeo |
Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,
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Paris |
This is that banish’d haughty Montague,
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Romeo |
I must indeed; and therefore came I hither.
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Paris |
I do defy thy conjurations,
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Romeo | Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy! They fight. |
Page | O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch. Exit. |
Paris |
O, I am slain! Falls. If thou be merciful,
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Romeo |
In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.
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Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, Friar Laurence, with a lantern, crow, and spade. | |
Friar Laurence |
Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night
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Balthasar | Here’s one, a friend, and one that knows you well. |
Friar Laurence |
Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,
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Balthasar |
It doth so, holy sir; and there’s my master,
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Friar Laurence | Who is it? |
Balthasar | Romeo. |
Friar Laurence | How long hath he been there? |
Balthasar | Full half an hour. |
Friar Laurence | Go with me to the vault. |
Balthasar |
I dare not, sir:
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Friar Laurence |
Stay, then; I’ll go alone. Fear comes upon me:
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Balthasar |
As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
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Friar Laurence |
Romeo! Advances
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Juliet |
O comfortable friar! where is my lord?
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Friar Laurence |
I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest
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Juliet |
Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. Exit Friar Laurence.
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First Watchman | Within Lead, boy: which way? |
Juliet |
Yea, noise? then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger! Snatching Romeo’s dagger.
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Enter Watch, with the Page of Paris. | |
Page | This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn. |
First Watchman |
The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:
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Re-enter some of the Watch, with Balthasar. | |
Second Watchman | Here’s Romeo’s man; we found him in the churchyard. |
First Watchman | Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither. |
Re-enter others of the Watch, with Friar Laurence. | |
Third Watchman |
Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps:
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First Watchman | A great suspicion: stay the friar too. |
Enter the Prince and Attendants. | |
Prince |
What misadventure is so early up,
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Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and others. | |
Capulet | What should it be, that they so shriek abroad? |
Lady Capulet |
The people in the street cry Romeo,
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Prince | What fear is this which startles in our ears? |
First Watchman |
Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;
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Prince | Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. |
First Watchman |
Here is a friar, and slaughter’d Romeo’s man;
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Capulet |
O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!
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Lady Capulet |
O me! this sight of death is as a bell,
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Enter Montague and others. | |
Prince |
Come, Montague; for thou art early up,
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Montague |
Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;
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Prince | Look, and thou shalt see. |
Montague |
O thou untaught! what manners is in this,
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Prince |
Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,
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Friar Laurence |
I am the greatest, able to do least,
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Prince | Then say at once what thou dost know in this. |
Friar Laurence |
I will be brief, for my short date of breath
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Prince |
We still have known thee for a holy man.
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Balthasar |
I brought my master news of Juliet’s death;
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Prince |
Give me the letter; I will look on it.
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Page |
He came with flowers to strew his lady’s grave;
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Prince |
This letter doth make good the friar’s words,
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Capulet |
O brother Montague, give me thy hand:
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Montague |
But I can give thee more:
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Capulet |
As rich shall Romeo’s by his lady’s lie;
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Prince |
A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
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Romeo and Juliet
was published in 1597 by
William Shakespeare.
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