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Romeo and Juliet (Folio 1, 1623)
2032Enter Romeo and Iuliet aloft.
2033Iul. Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet neere day:
2034It was the Nightingale, and not the Larke,
2035That pier'st the fearefull hollow of thine eare,
2037Beleeue me Loue, it was the Nightingale.
2038Rom. It was the Larke the Herauld of the Morne:
2039No Nightingale: looke Loue what enuious streakes
2041Nights Candles are burnt out, and Iocond day
2042Stands tipto on the mistie Mountaines tops,
2044Iul. Yond light is not daylight, I know it I:
2045It is some Meteor that the Sun exhales,
2046To be to thee this night a Torch-bearer,
2047And light thee on thy way to Mantua.
2049Rom. Let me be tane, let me be put to death,
2051Ile say yon gray is not the mornings eye,
2052'Tis but the pale reflexe of Cinthias brow.
2053Nor that is not Larke whose noates do beate
2054The vaulty heauen so high aboue our heads,
2055I haue more care to stay, then will to go:
2056Come death and welcome, Iuliet wills it so.
2058Iuli. It is, it is, hie hence be gone away:
2063Some say, the Larke and loathed Toad change eyes,
2064O now I would they had chang'd voyces too:
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2065Since arme from arme that voyce doth vs affray,
2066Hunting thee hence, with Hunts-vp to the day,
2067O now be gone, more light and it light growes.
2068Rom. More light & light, more darke & darke our woes.
2069Enter Madam and Nurse.
2070Nur. Madam.
2072Nur. Your Lady Mother is comming to your chamber,
2073The day is broke, be wary, looke about.
2074Iul. Then window let day in, and let life out.
2077I must heare from thee euery day in the houre,
2078For in a minute there are many dayes,
2079O by this count I shall be much in yeares,
2080Ere I againe behold my Romeo.
2081Rom. Farewell:
2082I will omit no oportunitie,
2083That may conuey my greetings Loue, to thee.
2089As one dead in the bottome of a Tombe,
2095That is renown'd for faith? be fickle Fortune:
2096For then I hope thou wilt not keepe him long,
2097But send him backe.
2098Enter Mother.
2099Lad. Ho Daughter, are you vp?
2103Lad. Why how now Iuliet?
2104Iul. Madam I am not well.
2105Lad. Euermore weeping for your Cozins death?
2106What wilt thou wash him from his graue with teares?
2112Which you weepe for.
2114I cannot chuse but euer weepe the Friend.
2116As that the Villaine liues which slaughter'd him.
2117Iul. What Villaine, Madam?
2120God pardon, I doe with all my heart:
2121And yet no man like he, doth grieue my heart.
2124Would none but I might venge my Cozins death.
2125Lad. We will haue vengeance for it, feare thou not.
2126Then weepe no more, Ile send to one in Mantua,
2132With Romeo, till I behold him. Dead
2134Madam if you could find out but a man
2135To beare a poyson, I would temper it;
2136That Romeo should vpon receit thereof,
2137Soone sleepe in quiet. O how my heart abhors
2138To heare him nam'd, and cannot come to him,
2139To wreake the Loue I bore my Cozin,
2140Vpon his body that hath slaughter'd him.
2142But now Ile tell thee ioyfull tidings Gyrle.
2146One who to put thee from thy heauinesse,
2148That thou expects not, nor I lookt not for.
2149Iul. Madam in happy time, what day is this?
2151The gallant, young, and Noble Gentleman,
2152The Countie Paris at Saint Peters Church,
2153Shall happily make thee a ioyfull Bride.
2154Iul. Now by Saint Peters Church, and Peter too,
2155He shall not make me there a ioyfull Bride.
2157Ere he that should be Husband comes to woe:
2158I pray you tell my Lord and Father Madam,
2159I will not marrie yet, and when I doe, I sweare
2160It shallbe Romeo, whom you know I hate
2161Rather then Paris. These are newes indeed.
2163And see how he will take it at your hands.
2164Enter Capulet and Nurse.
2166But for the Sunset of my Brothers Sonne,
2167It raines downright.
2168How now? A Conduit Gyrle, what still in teares?
2169Euermore showring in one little body?
2170Thou counterfaits a Barke, a Sea, a Wind:
2171For still thy eyes, which I may call the Sea,
2172Do ebbe and flow with teares, the Barke thy body is
2174Who raging with the teares and they with them,
2177Haue you deliuered to her our decree?
2180I would the foole were married to her graue.
2181Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you wife,
2184Vnworthy as she is, that we haue wrought
2185So worthy a Gentleman, to be her Bridegroome
2186Iul. Not proud you haue,
2187But thankfull that you haue:
2188Proud can I neuer be of what I haue,
2189But thankfull euen for hate, that is meant Loue.
2190Cap. How now?
2191How now? Chopt Logicke? what is this?
2192Proud, and I thanke you: and I thanke you not.
2193Thanke me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,
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2195To go with Paris to Saint Peters Church:
2196Or I will drag thee, on a Hurdle thither.
2198You tallow face.
2201Heare me with patience, but to speake a word.
2203I tell thee what, get thee to Church a Thursday,
2204Or neuer after looke me in the face.
2205Speake not, reply not, do not answere me.
2207That God had lent vs but this onely Child,
2208But now I see this one is one too much,
2209And that we haue a curse in hauing her:
2210Out on her Hilding.
2212You are too blame my Lord to rate her so.
2216Father, O Godigoden,
2217May not one speake?
2218Fa. Peace you mumbling foole,
2219Vtter your grauitie ore a Gossips bowles
2220For here we need it not.
2221La. You are too hot.
2222Fa. Gods bread, it makes me mad:
2223Day, night, houre, ride, time, worke, play,
2224Alone in companie, still my care hath bin
2225To haue her matcht, and hauing now prouided
2226A Gentleman of Noble Parentage,
2227Of faire Demeanes, Youthfull, and Nobly Allied,
2228Stuft as they say with Honourable parts,
2229Proportion'd as ones thought would wish a man,
2230And then to haue a wretched puling foole,
2231A whining mammet, in her Fortunes tender,
2232To answer, Ile not wed, I cannot Loue:
2233I am too young, I pray you pardon me.
2234But, and you will not wed, Ile pardon you.
2238And you be mine, Ile giue you to my Friend:
2240For by my soule, Ile nere acknowledge thee,
2241Nor what is mine shall neuer do thee good:
2244That sees into the bottome of my griefe?
2246Delay this marriage, for a month, a weeke,
2247Or if you do not, make the Bridall bed
2248In that dim Monument where Tybalt lies.
2250Do as thou wilt, for I haue done with thee. Exit.
2251Iul. O God!
2253My Husband is on earth, my faith in heauen,
2254How shall that faith returne againe to earth,
2256By leauing earth? Comfort me, counsaile me:
2260Some comfort Nurse.
2261Nur. Faith here it is,
2262Romeo is banished, and all the world to nothing,
2263That he dares nere come backe to challenge you:
2266I thinke it best you married with the Countie,
2267O hee's a Louely Gentleman:
2268Romeos a dish-clout to him: an Eagle Madam
2270As Paris hath, beshrow my very heart,
2271I thinke you are happy in this second match,
2274As liuing here and you no vse of him.
2278Iul. Amen.
2279Nur. What?
2281Go in, and tell my Lady I am gone,
2291Ile to the Frier to know his remedie,