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[Scene 1/I.i]
Gregory, on my word we'll not carry coals.
No, for then we should be colliers.
I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.
Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of collar.
I strike quickly being moved.
But thou art not quickly moved to strike.
A dog of the house of Montague moves me.
To move is to stir, and to be valiant, is to stand. 1430Therefore if thou art moved thou runn'st away.
A dog of that house shall move me to stand. 1632I will take the wall of any man or maid of 33Montagues.
'Tis true, and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, 2037are ever thrust to the wall. Therefore I will push Montague's men 2138from the wall and thrust his maids to the wall.
The quarrel is between our masters and us their 40men.
'Tis all one. I will show myself a tyrant. When I have 2542fought with the men, I will be civil with the maids; I will cut 2643off their heads.
The heads of the maids.
They must take it in sense that feel it.
'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been 3451poor-john. Draw thy tool; here comes of the house of 3552Montagues.
[Draws sword.]My naked weapon is out. Quarrel, I will back thee.
How? Turn thy back and run?
Fear me not.
No, marry, I fear thee.
Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.
I will frown as I pass by and let them take it as they list.
1.1.27.1[Bites thumb.]
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
I do bite my thumb, sir.
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
[To Gregory] Is the law of our side if I say "Ay"?
66Gregory
[To Sampson] No.
Do you quarrel, sir?
Quarrel, sir? No, sir.
But if you do, sir, I am for you. I serve as good a man as you.
No better.
Well, sir.
1.1.38.1Enter Benvolio.
[To Sampson] Say "Better." Here comes one of my master's kinsmen.
[To Abraham] Yes, better, sir.
You lie.
1.1.43.1They fight.
[Draws sword to intervene in their fight.]Part, fools! Put up your swords; you know not what 6280you do.
What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? 6583[Draws sword.]Turn thee, Benvolio; look upon thy death.
What, drawn and talk of peace? I hate the word 6987as I hate hell, all Montagues and thee. 7088Have at thee, coward![They fight.]
Clubs, bills and partisans! Strike! Beat them down! 7391Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues!
What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!
A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword?
My sword, I say; old Mountague is come
[Brandishes sword.]Thou villain Capulet!-- [To Wife] hold me not; let me go.
1.1.58.1[She holds onto him.]
Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
1.1.6485103Will they not hear? What, ho! [Fighters ignore him and keep fighting.]You men, you beasts
1.1.6990108And hear the sentence of your movèd prince.[Fighters lay down weapons or sheathe swords.]
Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
Here were the servants of your adversary
O, where is Romeo? Saw you him today?
Madam, an hour before the worshiped sun
Many a morning hath he there been seen
My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
I neither know it nor can learn of him.
Have you importuned him by any means?
Both by my self and many other friends,
See where he comes. [Points to Romeo.]So please you, step aside.
I would thou wert so happy by thy stay
Good morrow, cousin.
Is the day so young?
But new struck nine.
Ay me, sad hours seem long.
It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?
Not having that, which having, makes them short.
In love?
Out.
Of love?
Out of her favor where I am in love.
Alas that love, so gentle in his view,
Alas that love, whose view is muffled still,
No, coz, I rather weep.
Good heart, at what?
At thy good heart's oppression.
Why, such is love's transgression.
Soft, I will go along
Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here.
Tell me in sadness, who is that you love?
What, shall I groan and tell thee?
Groan? Why, no, but sadly tell me who.
A sick man in sadness makes his will.
[Exasperated tone.]I aimed so near, when I supposed you loved.
A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.
A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
Well, in that hit you miss. She'll not be hit
Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste.
Be ruled by me; forget to think of her.
O, teach me how I should forget to think.
By giving liberty unto thine eyes.
'Tis the way to call hers--exquisite--in question more;
1.1.228I'll pay that doctrine or else die in debt.
1.1.228.1Exeunt.
[Scene 2/I.ii]
But Montague is bound as well as I,
Of honorable reckoning are you both,
But saying o'er what I have said before:
Younger than she are happy mothers made.
And too soon marred are those so early made.
1.2.35.1[Gives him list.]
Find them out whose names are written here! It is 286307written that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard and the 287308tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil and the painter with 288309his nets. But I am sent to find those persons whose names are 289310here writ and can never find what names the writing person 290311hath here writ. I must to the learned. In good time!
Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning.
Your plantain leaf is excellent for that.
For what, I pray thee?
For your broken shin.
1.2.51.1[Kicks Benvolio.]
Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
Not mad, but bound more than a madman is.
1.2.56305325Whipped and tormented, and -- [Serving-man approaches them.][To Serving-man] God-den, good fellow.
God gi'god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?[Holds out letter to Romeo.]
Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
Ye say honestly; rest you merry.
1.2.62.1He reads the letter.
314334"Signor Martino and his wife and daughters, County Anselme 315335and his beautious sisters, the lady widow of Utruvio, Signor 316336Placentio and his lovely nieces, Mercutio and his brother 317337Valentine, mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters, my fair niece 318338Rosaline, Livia, Signor Valentio and his cousin Tybalt, Lucio 319339and the lively Helena."
Up.
Whither? To supper?
To our house.
Whose house?
My master's.
Indeed, I should have asked you that before.
Now I'll tell you without asking. My master is the great 328348rich Capulet, and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I 329349pray come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry.Exit Serving-man.
At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
When the devout religion of mine eye
Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by.
I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,
[Scene 3/I.iii]
Nurse, where's my daughter? Call her forth to me.
How now, who calls?
Your mother.
Madam, I am here. What is your will?
This is the matter. Nurse, give leave a while; we must talk 361380in secret. [Nurse starts to leave.]Nurse, come back again. I have remembered me; 362381thou's hear our counsel. Thou knowest my daughter's of a 363382pretty age.
Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
She's not fourteen.
I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, and yet, to my teen be it 367386spoken, I have but four, she's not fourteen. 369387How long is it now to Lammas-tide?
A fortnight and odd days.
Even or odd, of all days in the year, come Lammas Eve at 372390night shall she be fourteen. Susan and she, God rest all Christian souls, 373391were of an age. Well, Susan is with God; she was too good for me. But 374392as I said, on Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen, that shall 375393she, marry, I remember it well. 'Tis since the earthquake now 377394eleven years, and she was weaned--I never shall forget it--of all the days 378395of the year upon that day, for I had then laid wormwood to my 379396dug, sitting in the sun under the dovehouse wall. My lord and 380397you were then at Mantua--nay, I do bear a brain. But, as I said, 381398when it did taste the wormwood on the nipple of my dug and 383399felt it bitter, pretty fool, to see it tetchy and fall out with the dug. 384400"Shake," quoth the dovehouse; 'twas no need, I trow, to bid me trudge. 385401And since that time it is eleven years, for then she could stand high-lone, 386402nay, by th'rood, she could have run and waddled all about, for even 388403the day before, she broke her brow, and then my husband--God be with 389404 his soul; 'a was a merry man--took up the child; "Yea," quoth he, "dost 390405thou fall upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more 391406wit, wilt thou not, Jule?" And by my holydam, the pretty wretch left 393407crying, and said "Ay." To see now how a jest shall come about! I warrant, 394408an I should live a thousand years, I never should forget it: "Wilt thou 395409not, Jule?" quoth he, and, pretty fool, it stinted, and said "Ay."
Enough of this; I pray thee hold thy peace.
Yes, Madam, yet I can not choose but laugh, to think it 399412should leave crying, and say "Ay," and yet I warrant it had upon its brow, a 400413bump as big as a young cockerel's stone, a perilous knock, and it cried 401414bitterly. "Yea," quoth my husband, "Fall'st upon thy face? Thou wilt fall 402415backward when thou comest to age, wilt thou not, Jule?" It stinted, 404416and said "Ay."
And stint thou too, I pray thee, Nurse, say I.
Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace, thou 407419wast the prettiest babe that ere I nursed. An I might live to see thee 408420married once, I have my wish.
Marry, that marry is the very theme
It is an hour that I dream not of.
Well, think of marriage now. Younger than you
Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
Nay, he's a flower, in faith, a very flower.
What say you? Can you love the gentleman?
No less? Nay, bigger; women grow by men.
Speak briefly; can you like of Paris' love?
I'll look to like, if looking liking move.
1.3.52.1Enter Serving-man.
Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, 448459my young lady asked for, the Nurse cursed in the pantry, and 449460everything in extremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech you 450461follow straight.
We follow thee. Juliet, the County stays.
Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
[Scene 4/I.iv]
What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
The date is out of such prolixity,
Give me a torch; I am not for this ambling.
Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
Not I, believe me, you have dancing shoes
You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,
I am too sore enpiercèd with his shaft
And to sink in it should you burden love,
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,
If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
Come, knock and enter, and no sooner in,
A torch for me. Let wantons light of heart
Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word.
Nay, that's not so.
I mean, sir, in delay.
And we mean well in going to this masque,
Why, may one ask?
I dreamt a dream tonight.
And so did I.
Well, what was yours?
That dreamers often lie.
In bed asleep while they do dream things true.
O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace,
True, I talk of dreams,
This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves,
I fear too early, for my mind misgives
Strike, drum.
1.4.119.1566573They [Romeo, Benvolio, Mercutio, and masquers] march about the stage, [as the scene shifts to inside the Capulet house] and serving men come forth with 567574napkins [as they transition to the next scene within the Capulet house.
[Scene 5/I.v]
Where's Potpan that he helps not to take away?
When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands
Away with the joint stools, remove the court cupboard, 574581look to the plate. Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane, 575582and, as thou loves me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and 576583Nell.-- Anthony and Potpan!
Ay, boy, ready.
We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys!
Welcome, gentlemen. Ladies that have their toes
By'r lady, thirty years.
What, man, 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much.
'Tis more, 'tis more. His son is elder, sir.
Will you tell me that?
[To Serving-man]What lady's that which doth enrich the hand
I know not, sir.
[To himself]O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
Why, how now, kinsman, wherefore storm you so?
Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,
Young Romeo, is it?
'Tis he, that villain Romeo.
Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone.
It fits when such a villain is a guest.
He shall be endured.
Why, Uncle, 'tis a shame.
Go to, go to.
Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
1.5.96.1Exit.
[To Juliet] If I prophane with my unworthiest hand [Takes her hand.]
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Have not saints lips and holy palmers too?
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
O, then dear saint, let lips do what hands do,
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
Then move not while my prayer's effect I take.
1.5.111.1[Kisses Juliet.]
Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
1.5.116.1[They kiss again.]
You kiss by th'book.
Madam, your mother craves a word with you.[Juliet leaves them to speak with her mother.]
What is her mother?
Marry, bachelor,
[Aside (?)] Is she a Capulet?
Away, begone. The sport is at the best.
Ay, so I fear. The more is my unrest.
Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone,
Come hither, Nurse, what is yond gentleman?
The son and heir of old Tiberio.
What's he that now is going out of door?
Marry, that I think be young Petruchio.
What's he that follows here that would not dance?
I know not.
Go ask his name. [Nurse goes.] If he be married,
1.5.145.1[Nurse returns.]
His name is Romeo, and a Montague,
My only love sprung from my only hate!
What's 'tis? What's 'tis?
A rhyme I learned even now
[To Caller]Anon, anon.--
[Scene 5.1/II.0]
[Scene 6/II.i]
Can I go forward when my heart is here?
Romeo! My cousin Romeo! Romeo!
He is wise, and on my life, hath stol'n him home to bed.
He ran this way and leapt this orchard wall.
Romeo! Humors! Madman! Passion! Lover!
An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
This cannot anger him; 'twould anger him
Come, he hath hid himself among these trees
If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
Go then, for 'tis in vain to seek him here
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
2.1.69815816See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.[Juliet rests her face on the palm of her hand.]
Ay me.
[To self] She speaks.
[To herself]O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
[To self] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
[To Juliet] I take thee at thy word.
What man art thou, that thus bescreened in night
By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am.
My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words
Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls,
If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
I would not for the world they saw thee here.
I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes,
By whose direction found'st thou out this place?
By love that first did prompt me to inquire.
Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face,
Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow,
O, swear not by the moon, th'inconstant moon,
What shall I swear by?
Do not swear at all.
If my heart's dear love--
Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?
Th'exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
I gave thee mine before thou didst request it,
Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?
But to be frank and give it thee again,
O blessèd, blessèd night! I am afeard,
Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
[Calls from offstage]Madam.
[To Nurse]I come, anon!--[To Romeo] But if thou meanest not well,
So thrive my soul.
A thousand times good night.
A thousand times the worse to want thy light.
2.1.210.1[Romeo starts to leave.]
Hist, Romeo, hist! O for a falc'ner's voice
2.1.218.1[Romeo returns to her.]
It is my soul that calls upon my name.
Romeo.
My niesse?
What o'clock tomorrow
By the hour of nine.
I will not fail; 'tis twenty year till then.
Let me stand here till thou remember it.
I shall forget to have thee still stand there,
And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone,
I would I were thy bird.
Sweet, so would I,
Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast.
2.1.247.1[Exit Juliet.]
Would I were sleep and peace so sweet to rest.
[Scene 7/II.ii]
The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
Good morrow, father.
Benedicite!
That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine.
God pardon sin! Wast thou with Rosaline?
With Rosaline, my ghostly father? No,
That's my good son, but where hast thou been then?
I'll tell thee ere thou ask it me again.
Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;
Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set
Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.
For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.
And bad'st me bury love.
Not in a grave,
I pray thee, chide me not. Her I love now
O, she knew well,
O, let us hence, I stand on sudden haste.
Wisely and slow, they stumble that run fast.
[Scene 8/II.iii]
Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.
Why, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline, 11101104Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.
A challenge, on my life.
Romeo will answer it.
Any man that can write may answer a letter.
Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead, stabbed with a 11191113white wench's black eye, run through the ear with a love 11201114song, the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind 11211115bow-boy's butt-shaft; and is he a man to encounter 11221116Tybalt?
Why, what is Tybalt?
More than Prince of Cats. O, he's the courageous 11251119captain of compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps 11261120time, distance and proportion; he rests his minum rests, one two, 11271121and the third in your bosom--the very butcher of a silk 11281122button--a duellist, a duellist, a gentleman of the very first house of the 11291123first and second cause. Ah, the immortal passado, the punto 11301124reverso, the hay!
The what?
The pox of such antic lisping affecting fantasticos, 11331127these new tuners of accent! By Jesu, a very good blade, a very 11341128tall man, a very good whore! Why, is not this a lamentable thing, 11351129grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with these strange 11361130flies, these fashion-mongers, these "pardon-me"'s, who stand so 11371131much on the new form that they cannot sit at ease on the old 11381132bench. O, their bones, their bones!
Here comes Romeo; here comes Romeo!
Without his roe, like a dried herring. O flesh, flesh, 11431136how art thou fishified? Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch 11441137flowed in. Laura to his lady was a kitchen wench--marry, 11451138she had a better love to berhyme her--Dido a dowdy, Cleopatra 11461139a gypsy, Helen and Hero hildings and harlots, Thisbe a gray 11471140eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signor Romeo, bonjour, there's 11481141a French salutation to your French slop. You gave us the 11491142counterfeit fairly last night.
The slip, sir, the slip. Can you not conceive?
Pardon, good Mercutio,my business was great, and in 11551147such a case as mine, a man may strain courtesy.
Meaning, to curtsy.
Thou hast most kindly hit it.
A most courteous exposition.
Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
Pink for flower.
Right.
Why, then is my pump well flowered.
Sure wit, follow me this jest now till thou hast worn 11661158out thy pump, that when the single sole of it is worn, the jest 11671159may remain after the wearing, solely singular.
O single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness!
Come between us, good Benvolio, my wits faints.
Switch and spurs, switch and spurs, or I'll cry a match.
Nay, if our wits run the wild-goose chase, I am done. 11751164For thou hast more of the wild goose in one of thy wits, than I 11761165am sure I have in my whole five. Was I with you there for the 11771166goose?
I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.
Nay, good goose, bite not.
Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.
And is it not then well served into a sweet goose?
I stretch it out for that word "broad," which added to the 11881176goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.
Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? Now 11901178art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo, now art thou what thou 11911179art, by art as well as by nature, for this driveling love is like a 11921180great natural that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble 11931181in a hole.
Stop there, stop there.
Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair?
Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.
O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short, for I 11981186was come to the whole depth of my tale, and meant indeed to 11991187occupy the argument no longer.
Here's goodly gear. Enter Nurse and her man, Peter.
Two, two! A shirt and a smock.
Peter!
Anon.
My fan, Peter.
Good Peter, to hide her face, for her fan's the fairer face.
[To Romeo, Benvolio, and Mercutio]God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
God ye good e'en, fair gentlewoman.
Is it good e'en?
Out upon you! What a man are you?
One, gentlewoman, that God hath made, himself to mar.
By my troth it is well said: "for himself to mar," quoth 'a? 12181203Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo?
I can tell you, but young Romeo will be older when you 12211205have found him than he was when you sought him. I am the 12221206youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.
You say well.
Yea, is the worst well? Very well took, i'faith, wisely, wisely.
If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you.
She will indite him to some supper.
A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho!
What hast thou found?
No hare, sir, unless a hare, sir, in a Lenten pie, that is 12321214something stale and hoar ere it be spent.
[sings]
I will follow you.
Farewell, ancient lady, farewell lady, [sings] "lady, lady."
A gentleman, Nurse, that loves to hear himself talk 12461226and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a 12471227month.
And 'a speak anything against me, I'll take him down 12491229an 'a were lustier than he is, and twenty such jacks, and if I 12501230cannot, I'll find those that shall. Scurvy knave, I am none 12511231of his flirt gills, I am none of his skains-mates.--[To Peter] And thou must 12521232stand by too and suffer every knave to use me at his 12531233pleasure?
I saw no man use you at his pleasure. If I had, my weapon 12551235should quickly have been out. I warrant you, I dare draw as soon 12561236as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on 12571237my side.
Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about me 12591239quivers. Scurvy knave! [To Romeo]Pray you, sir, a word. And as I told you, 12601240my young lady bid me inquire you out; what she bid me say, I 12611241will keep to myself, but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead 12621242her in a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of 12631243behavior as they say. For the gentlewoman is young, and 12641244therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly it were an ill 12651245thing to be offered to any gentlewoman and very weak 12661246dealing.
Bid her devise some means to come to shrift this afternoon,
2.4.86.1[Offers her money.]
No. Truly, sir, not a penny.
Go to, I say you shall.[Nurse accepts the money.]
This afternoon, sir? Well, she shall be there.
And stay, good Nurse, behind the abbey wall
Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir.
What sayst thou, my dear Nurse?
Warrant thee, my man's as true as steel.
Well, sir, my mistress is the sweetest lady--Lord, Lord, 12941274when 'twas a litle prating thing.--O, there is a nobleman in town, 12951275one Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard, but she, good soul, 12961276had as lief see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her 12971277sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer man, but I'll warrant 12981278you, when I say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the versal 12991279world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a 13001280letter?
Ay, Nurse, what of that? Both with an R.
A mocker! That's the dog's name. R is for the--no, I know 13031283it begins with some other letter--and she hath the prettiest 13041284sententious of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good 13051285to hear it.
Commend me to thy lady.[Exit Romeo]
Ay, a thousand times.--[To Peter] Peter.
Anon.
Before and apace.
[Scene 9/II.iv]
The clock struck nine when I did send the Nurse;
[To Peter] Peter, stay at the gate.[Exit Peter].
Now, good sweet Nurse, O Lord, why lookest thou sad?
I am aweary; give me leave a while.
I would thou hadst my bones and I thy news.
Jesu, what haste! Can you not stay a while?
How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath
Well, you have made a simple choice. You know not 13511330how to choose a man. Romeo, no, not he though his face be 13521331better than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's, and for a hand 13531332and a foot and a body, though they be not to be talked on, yet 13541333they are past compare. He is not the flower of courtesy, but I'll 13551334warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy ways, wench, serve 13561335God. What, have you dined at home?
No, no. But all this did I know before.
Lord, how my head aches! What a head have I!
I'faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.
Your love says like an honest gentleman
Where is my mother? Why, she is within. Where should she be?
O God's lady dear,
Here's such a coil. Come, what says Romeo?
Have you got leave to go to shrift today?
I have.
Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell.
Hie to high fortune! Honest Nurse, farewell.
[Scene 10/II.v]
So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
Amen, amen, but come what sorrow can,
These violent delights have violent ends
Good even to my ghostly confessor.
Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
As much to him, else is his thanks too much.
Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
Come, come with me, and we will make short work.
[Scene 11/III.i]
I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire.
Thou art like one of these fellows, that when he enters 14371416the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table 14381417and says, "God send me no need of thee" and by the operation 14391418of the second cup, draws him on the drawer, when indeed there 14401419is no need.
Am I like such a fellow?
Come, come, thou art as hot a jack in thy mood as 14431422any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon 14441423moody to be moved.
And what to?
Nay, an there were two such, we should have none 14471426shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou? Why, thou wilt 14481427quarrel with a man that hath a hair more or a hair less in his 14491428beard than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking 14501429nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes. 14511430What eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head 14521431is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy 14531432head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarreling. Thou 14541433hast quarreled with a man for coughing in the street because he 14551434hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst 14571435thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet 14581436before Easter, with another for tying his new shoes with old 14591437ribbon? And yet thou wilt tutor me from quarreling?
An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should 14621439buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.
The fee-simple? O, simple!
By my head, here comes the Capulets.
By my heel, I care not.
[To Companions] Follow me close, for I will speak to them.
Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo.
Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? An thou 14781454make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords. Here's 14791455my fiddlestick[Draws sword.]; here's that shall make you dance. Zounds, 14801456consort!
3.1.22.1[Points to his sword.]
We talk here in the public haunt of men.
Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze.
Well, peace be with you, sir. Here comes my man.
But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery.
Romeo, the love I bear thee, can afford
Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
I do protest I never injured thee,
O calm, dishonorable, vile submission!
What wouldst thou have with me?
Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives,
I am for you.
3.1.57.1[They draw and fight.]
Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
Come sir, your passado.
Draw, Benvolio, beat down their weapons.
3.1.61.1[Draws his sword to intervene.]
[Fatally wounded.]I am hurt.
What, art thou hurt?
Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry 'tis enough,
Courage, man, the hurt cannot be much.
No 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church
I thought all for the best.
Help me into some house, Benvolio,
This gentleman, the Prince's near ally,
O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio is dead,
This day's black fate on more days doth depend.
Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
He 'gain? In triumph and Mercutio slain?
Thou wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
This shall determine that.
Romeo, away, be gone!
O, I am fortune's fool.
Why dost thou stay?
Which way ran he that killed Mercutio?
There lies that Tybalt.
Up sir, go with me.
Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
O noble Prince, I can discover all
Tybalt, my cousin, O my brother's child!
Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?
Tybalt here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay--
He is a kinsman to the Montague.
Romeo slew him; he slew Mercutio.
Not Romeo, Prince, he was Mercutio's friend.
And for that offense,
[Scene 12/III.ii]
Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Ay, ay, the cords.[Nurse wrings her hands.]
Ay me, what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands?
A weraday! He's dead, he's dead, he's dead.
Can heaven be so envious?
Romeo can,
What devil art thou that dost torment me thus?
I saw the wound; I saw it with mine eyes--
O break, my heart; poor bankrupt, break at once!
O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!
What storm is this that blows so contrary?
Tybalt is gone and Romeo banishèd,
O God, did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?
O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face!
There's no trust, no faith, no honesty in men.
Blistered be thy tongue
Will you speak well of him that killed your cousin?
Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corpse.
Wash they his wounds with tears? Mine shall be spent,
Hie to your chamber. I'll find Romeo
O, find him, give this ring to my true knight,
[Scene 13/III.iii]
Romeo, come forth, come forth, thou fearful man.
Father, what news? What is the Prince's doom?
Too familiar
What less than doomsday is the Prince's doom?
A gentler judgment vanished from his lips:
Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say "death."
Here from Verona art thou banishèd.
There is no world without Verona walls,
O deadly sin, O rude unthankfulness!
'Tis torture and not mercy. Heaven is here
Then, fond mad man, hear me a little speak.
O, thou wilt speak again of banishment!
I'll give thee armor to keep off that word,
Yet banishèd? Hang up philosophy!
O, then I see that mad men have no ears.
How should they when that wise men have no eyes?
Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.
Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel.
3.3.73.1[Romeo falls on the ground.]
Arise, one knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyself.
Not I, unless the breath of heartsick groans
Hark how they knock.--[To Person Knocking] Who's there?--[To Romeo] Romeo, arise,
Let me come in, and you shall know my errand.
Welcome, then.
O holy Friar, O, tell me, holy Friar,
There on the ground,
O, he is even in my mistress' case,
Nurse.
3.3.103.1[Romeo gets up.]
Ah, sir, ah, sir, death's the end of all.
Spakest thou of Juliet? How is it with her?
O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps,
As if that name shot from the deadly level of a gun
3.3.121.1[Draws weapon.]
Hold thy desperate hand![Grabs Romeo]
O Lord, I could have stayed here all the night,
Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.
Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir.
3.3.178.1[Gives him ring.]
How well my comfort is revived by this.
Go hence, goodnight, and here stands all your state.
3.3.188.1[They clasp hands.]
But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
[Scene 14/III.iv]
Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily,
These times of woe afford no times to woo.
I will, and know her mind early tomorrow.
Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
Monday, my Lord.
Monday, ha ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon.
My lord, I would that Thursday were tomorrow.
Well, get you gone, a Thursday be it then.--
[Scene 15/III.v]
Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.
It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
Yond light is not daylight; I know it, I.
Let me be ta'en; let me be put to death.
It is, it is. Hie hence, begone, away!
More light and light, more dark and dark our
2031woes.
Madam.
Nurse?
Your lady mother is coming to your chamber,
Then, window, let day in, and let life out.
Farewell, farewell, one kiss and I'll descend.
3.5.45.1[They kiss.]
Art thou gone so? Love, lord, ay, husband, friend,
Farewell.
O, think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve
O God, I have an ill-divining soul.
And trust me, love, in my eye so do you.
O Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle.
Ho, daughter, are you up?
Who is't that calls? It is my lady mother.
3.5.7421022066What unaccustomed cause procures her hither?[Juliet exits aloft, then re-enters on main stage.]
Why, how now, Juliet?
Madam, I am not well.
Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?
Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
Feeling so the loss,
Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death,
What villain, madam?
That same villain Romeo.
Villain and he be many miles asunder.
That is because the traitor murderer lives.
Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands;
We will have vengeance for it; fear thou not.
Indeed I never shall be satisfied
Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man,
And joy comes well in such a needy time.
Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child,
Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
Now, by Saint Peter's Church, and Peter too,
Here comes your father; tell him so yourself
When the sun sets, the earth doth drizzle dew,
Ay, sir, but she will none; she gives you thanks.
Soft, take me with you; take me with you, wife.
Not proud you have, but thankful that you have.
How, how, how, how, chopped logic? What is this?
Fie, fie! What, are you mad?
Good father, I beseech you on my knees;
3.5.170.1[Juliet kneels.]
Hang thee, young baggage, disobedient wretch.
God in heaven bless her.
And why, my lady Wisdom? Hold your tongue.
I speak no treason.
Peace, you mumbling fool.
You are too hot.
God's bread, it makes me mad,
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds
Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word;
O God, O Nurse, how shall this be prevented?
Faith, here it is. Romeo is banished and all the world to nothing,
Speak'st thou from thy heart?
And from my soul too, else beshrew them both.
Amen.
What?
Well, thou hast comforted me marvelous much.
Marry, I will, and this is wisely done.[Exit Nurse.]
Ancient damnation, O most wicked fiend,
[Scene 16/IV.i]
On Thursday, sir? The time is very short.
My Father Capulet will have it so,
You say you do not know the lady's mind?
Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,
I would I knew not why it should be slowed.
Happily met, my lady and my wife.
That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
That "may be," must be, love, on Thursday next.
What must be shall be.
That's a certain text.
Come you to make confession to this father?
To answer that, I should confess to you.
Do not deny to him that you love me.
I will confess to you that I love him.
So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.
If I do so, it will be of more price,
Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.
The tears have got small victory by that,
Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report.
That is no slander, sir, which is a truth,
Thy face is mine, and thou hast slandered it.
It may be so, for it is not mine own.
My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.
God shield I should disturb devotion.
4.1.47.1[Kisses her.]
O, shut the door, and when thou hast done so,
4.1.51.1[Friar shuts door.]
O Juliet, I already know thy grief.
Tell me not, Friar, that thou hearest of this,
4.1.61.1[Juliet displays a knife.]
Hold, daughter, I do spy a kind of hope,
O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
Hold then. Go home, be merry, give consent
4.1.101.1[Holds up vial.]
Give me, give me, O, tell not me of fear.
4.1.131.1[Juliet takes the vial.]
Hold, get you gone; be strong and prosperous
Love give me strength, and strength shall help afford.
4.1.137.1Exit.
[Scene 17/IV.ii]
So many guests invite as here are writ.
How canst thou try them so?
Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own 24312393fingers; therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with 24322394me.
Go, be gone. We shall be much unfurnished for this time.
Ay, forsooth.
Well, he may chance to do some good on her.
See where she comes from shrift with merry look.
How now, my headstrong, where have you been gadding?
Where I have learned me to repent the sin
4.2.20.1[She kneels.]
Send for the County; go tell him of this.
I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell
Why, I am glad on't. This is well; stand up.
4.2.28.1[Juliet rises.]
Now
Nurse, will you go with me into my closet
No, not till Thursday, there is time enough.
Go, Nurse, go with her, we'll to church tomorrow.
We shall be short in our provision.
Tush, I will stir about,
4.2.46.1Exit Capulet's Wife.
[Scene 18/IV.iii]
Ay, those attires are best, but gentle Nurse,
What are you busy, ho? Need you my help?
No, madam, we have culled such necessaries
Good night.
Farewell. God knows when we shall meet again.
4.3.63.1[She drinks and falls down on the bed.]
[Scene 19/IV.iv]
Hold, take these keys and fetch more spices, Nurse.
4.4.3.1[Hands Nurse the keys.]
They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
Come, stir, stir, stir! The second cock hath crowed.
[To Capulet] Go, you cot-quean, go.
No, not a whit. What, I have watched ere now
Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time,
A jealous hood, a jealous hood!--[To Serving-man] Now fellow, what is there?
Things for the cook, sir, but I know not what.
Make haste, make haste. [Exit 1 Serving-man ]Sirrah, fetch drier logs.
I have a head, sir, that will find out logs
Mass, and well said. A merry whoreson, ha!
4.4.3525742531Make haste! The bridegroom, he is come already; make haste, I say![Exeunt Capulet and Nurse.]
[Scene 20/IV.v]
Mistress! What, mistress! Juliet!--[To self] Fast, I warrant her, she.--
What noise is here?
O lamentable day.
What is the matter?
Look, look, o heavy day!
O me, O me, my child, my only life.
For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.
She's dead, deceased; she's dead, alack the day!
Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead.
Ha, let me see her. Out, alas, she's cold,
O lamentable day!
O woeful time!
Death that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail
Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
Ready to go but never to return.
Have I thought long to see this morning's face
Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day.
O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day!
Beguiled, divorcèd, wrongèd, spited, slain!
Despised, distressèd, hated, martyred, killed!
Peace, ho, for shame, confusions! Care lives not
All things that we ordained festival
Sir, go you in, and Madam, go with him,
Faith, we may put up our pipes and be gone.[They begin putting away their instruments.]
Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up,
Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
Musicians, oh musicians, "Heart's Ease," "Heart's Ease,"
Why "Heart's Ease"?
O musicians, because my heart itself plays "My Heart is Full":
Not a dump, we. 'Tis no time to play now.
You will not, then?
No.
I will then give it you soundly.
What will you give us?
No money on my faith, but the gleek.
Then will I give you the serving-creature.
[Draws dagger.]Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate.
And you re us, and fa us, you note us.
Pray you put up your dagger, and put out your wit.
I will dry-beat you with an iron wit and put up my iron dagger.
Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.
Prates. What say you, Hugh Rebec?
I say "silver sound," because musicians sound for silver.
Prates too. What say you, James Soundpost?
Faith, I know not what to say.
O, I cry you mercy, you are the singer.
[sings]
What a pestilent knave is this same?
[Scene 21/V.i]
If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
Then she is well, and nothing can be ill.
Is it e'en so? Then I deny you, stars!--
I do beseech you, sir, have patience.
Tush, thou art deceived,
No, my good Lord.
No matter. Get thee gone,
5.1.63.1[Enter Apothecary.]
Who calls so loud?
Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor.
5.1.67.1[Holds up money.]
Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua's law
Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,
My poverty, but not my will, consents.
I pay thy poverty and not thy will.
Put this in any liquid thing you will
5.1.88.1[Gives Romeo the poison.]
There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,
5.1.90.1[Gives Apothecary the gold.]
[Scene 22/V.ii]
Holy Franciscan Friar, brother, ho!
This same should be the voice of Friar John.--
Going to find a barefoot brother out,
Who bare my letter then to Romeo?
I could not send it--here it is again--
5.2.17.1[Gives Friar Laurence the letter.]
Unhappy fortune, by my brotherhood,
Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.
5.2.27.1Exit.
Now must I to the monument alone.
[Scene 23/V.iii]
Give me thy torch, boy. Hence, and stand aloof,
5.3.11.1[Paris takes flowers. Page moves aside, quenches torch.]
I am almost afraid to stand alone
Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew--
5.3.15.1[Places flowers on tomb.]
5.3.26.1[Paris withdraws from sight.]
Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.
5.3.30.1[Romeo takes mattock and iron, gives Balthasar the letter.]
5.3.33.1[Balthasar gives Romeo a torch.]
I will be gone, sir, and not trouble ye.
So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that;
5.3.51.1[Gives Balthasar money.]
[Aside] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout.
Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,
This is that banished haughty Montague
I must indeed, and therefore came I hither.
I do defy thy commiseration
Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy.
5.3.80.1[They fight.]
O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.
5.3.82.1Exit Balthasar.
O, I am slain! If thou be merciful,
5.3.85.1[Paris dies.]
In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.
5.3.97.1[Romeo opens the tomb and enters to find Juliet lying there, seemingly dead.]