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<TITLE>The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet</TITLE>
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<PERSONAE>
<TITLE>Dramatis Personae</TITLE>
<PERSONA>ESCALUS, prince of Verona. </PERSONA>
<PERSONA>PARIS, a young nobleman, kinsman to the prince.</PERSONA>
<PGROUP>
<PERSONA>MONTAGUE</PERSONA>
<PERSONA>CAPULET</PERSONA>
<GRPDESCR>heads of two houses at variance with each other.</GRPDESCR>
</PGROUP>
<PERSONA>An old man, cousin to Capulet. </PERSONA>
<PERSONA>ROMEO, son to Montague.</PERSONA>
<PERSONA>MERCUTIO, kinsman to the prince, and friend to Romeo.</PERSONA>
<PERSONA>BENVOLIO, nephew to Montague, and friend to Romeo.</PERSONA>
<PERSONA>TYBALT, nephew to Lady Capulet.</PERSONA>
<PGROUP>
<PERSONA>FRIAR LAURENCE</PERSONA>
<PERSONA>FRIAR JOHN</PERSONA>
<GRPDESCR>Franciscans.</GRPDESCR>
</PGROUP>
<PERSONA>BALTHASAR, servant to Romeo.</PERSONA>
<PGROUP>
<PERSONA>SAMPSON</PERSONA>
<PERSONA>GREGORY</PERSONA>
<GRPDESCR>servants to Capulet.</GRPDESCR>
</PGROUP>
<PERSONA>PETER, servant to Juliet's nurse.</PERSONA>
<PERSONA>ABRAHAM, servant to Montague.</PERSONA>
<PERSONA>An Apothecary. </PERSONA>
<PERSONA>Three Musicians.</PERSONA>
<PERSONA>Page to Paris; another Page; an officer.</PERSONA>
<PERSONA>LADY MONTAGUE, wife to Montague.</PERSONA>
<PERSONA>LADY CAPULET, wife to Capulet.</PERSONA>
<PERSONA>JULIET, daughter to Capulet.</PERSONA>
<PERSONA>Nurse to Juliet. </PERSONA>
<PERSONA>Citizens of Verona; several Men and Women, relations to both houses; Maskers, Guards, Watchmen, and Attendants.</PERSONA>
<PERSONA>Chorus.</PERSONA>
</PERSONAE>
<SCNDESCR>SCENE Verona: Mantua.</SCNDESCR>
<PLAYSUBT>ROMEO AND JULIET</PLAYSUBT>
<ACT><TITLE>ACT I</TITLE>
<PROLOGUE><TITLE>PROLOGUE</TITLE>
<SPEECH><SPEAKER></SPEAKER>
<LINE>Two households, both alike in dignity,</LINE>
<LINE>In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,</LINE>
<LINE>From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,</LINE>
<LINE>Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.</LINE>
<LINE>From forth the fatal loins of these two foes</LINE>
<LINE>A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;</LINE>
<LINE>Whole misadventured piteous overthrows</LINE>
<LINE>Do with their death bury their parents' strife.</LINE>
<LINE>The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,</LINE>
<LINE>And the continuance of their parents' rage,</LINE>
<LINE>Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,</LINE>
<LINE>Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;</LINE>
<LINE>The which if you with patient ears attend,</LINE>
<LINE>What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
</PROLOGUE>
<SCENE><TITLE>SCENE I. Verona. A public place.</TITLE>
<STAGEDIR>Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet,
armed with swords and bucklers</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>SAMPSON</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>GREGORY</SPEAKER>
<LINE>No, for then we should be colliers.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>SAMPSON</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>GREGORY</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>SAMPSON</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I strike quickly, being moved.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>GREGORY</SPEAKER>
<LINE>But thou art not quickly moved to strike.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>SAMPSON</SPEAKER>
<LINE>A dog of the house of Montague moves me.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>GREGORY</SPEAKER>
<LINE>To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:</LINE>
<LINE>therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>SAMPSON</SPEAKER>
<LINE>A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will</LINE>
<LINE>take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>GREGORY</SPEAKER>
<LINE>That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes</LINE>
<LINE>to the wall.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>SAMPSON</SPEAKER>
<LINE>True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels,</LINE>
<LINE>are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push</LINE>
<LINE>Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids</LINE>
<LINE>to the wall.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>GREGORY</SPEAKER>
<LINE>The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>SAMPSON</SPEAKER>
<LINE>'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I</LINE>
<LINE>have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the</LINE>
<LINE>maids, and cut off their heads.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>GREGORY</SPEAKER>
<LINE>The heads of the maids?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>SAMPSON</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;</LINE>
<LINE>take it in what sense thou wilt.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>GREGORY</SPEAKER>
<LINE>They must take it in sense that feel it.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>SAMPSON</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and</LINE>
<LINE>'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>GREGORY</SPEAKER>
<LINE>'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou</LINE>
<LINE>hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes</LINE>
<LINE>two of the house of the Montagues.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>SAMPSON</SPEAKER>
<LINE>My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>GREGORY</SPEAKER>
<LINE>How! turn thy back and run?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>SAMPSON</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Fear me not.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>GREGORY</SPEAKER>
<LINE>No, marry; I fear thee!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>SAMPSON</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>GREGORY</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as</LINE>
<LINE>they list.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>SAMPSON</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;</LINE>
<LINE>which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ABRAHAM</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>SAMPSON</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I do bite my thumb, sir.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ABRAHAM</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>SAMPSON</SPEAKER>
<LINE><STAGEDIR>Aside to GREGORY</STAGEDIR> Is the law of our side, if I say</LINE>
<LINE>ay?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>GREGORY</SPEAKER>
<LINE>No.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>SAMPSON</SPEAKER>
<LINE>No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I</LINE>
<LINE>bite my thumb, sir.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>GREGORY</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Do you quarrel, sir?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ABRAHAM</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Quarrel sir! no, sir.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>SAMPSON</SPEAKER>
<LINE>If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ABRAHAM</SPEAKER>
<LINE>No better.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>SAMPSON</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Well, sir.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>GREGORY</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>SAMPSON</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Yes, better, sir.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ABRAHAM</SPEAKER>
<LINE>You lie.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>SAMPSON</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>They fight</STAGEDIR>
<STAGEDIR>Enter BENVOLIO</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Part, fools!</LINE>
<LINE>Put up your swords; you know not what you do.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Beats down their swords</STAGEDIR>
<STAGEDIR>Enter TYBALT</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>TYBALT</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?</LINE>
<LINE>Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,</LINE>
<LINE>Or manage it to part these men with me.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>TYBALT</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,</LINE>
<LINE>As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:</LINE>
<LINE>Have at thee, coward!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>They fight</STAGEDIR>
<STAGEDIR>Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray;
then enter Citizens, with clubs</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>First Citizen</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!</LINE>
<LINE>Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY CAPULET</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LADY CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,</LINE>
<LINE>And flourishes his blade in spite of me.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MONTAGUE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LADY MONTAGUE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Enter PRINCE, with Attendants</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PRINCE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,</LINE>
<LINE>Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--</LINE>
<LINE>Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,</LINE>
<LINE>That quench the fire of your pernicious rage</LINE>
<LINE>With purple fountains issuing from your veins,</LINE>
<LINE>On pain of torture, from those bloody hands</LINE>
<LINE>Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,</LINE>
<LINE>And hear the sentence of your moved prince.</LINE>
<LINE>Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,</LINE>
<LINE>By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,</LINE>
<LINE>Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,</LINE>
<LINE>And made Verona's ancient citizens</LINE>
<LINE>Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,</LINE>
<LINE>To wield old partisans, in hands as old,</LINE>
<LINE>Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:</LINE>
<LINE>If ever you disturb our streets again,</LINE>
<LINE>Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.</LINE>
<LINE>For this time, all the rest depart away:</LINE>
<LINE>You Capulet; shall go along with me:</LINE>
<LINE>And, Montague, come you this afternoon,</LINE>
<LINE>To know our further pleasure in this case,</LINE>
<LINE>To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.</LINE>
<LINE>Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MONTAGUE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?</LINE>
<LINE>Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Here were the servants of your adversary,</LINE>
<LINE>And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:</LINE>
<LINE>I drew to part them: in the instant came</LINE>
<LINE>The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared,</LINE>
<LINE>Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,</LINE>
<LINE>He swung about his head and cut the winds,</LINE>
<LINE>Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:</LINE>
<LINE>While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,</LINE>
<LINE>Came more and more and fought on part and part,</LINE>
<LINE>Till the prince came, who parted either part.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LADY MONTAGUE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?</LINE>
<LINE>Right glad I am he was not at this fray.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun</LINE>
<LINE>Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,</LINE>
<LINE>A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;</LINE>
<LINE>Where, underneath the grove of sycamore</LINE>
<LINE>That westward rooteth from the city's side,</LINE>
<LINE>So early walking did I see your son:</LINE>
<LINE>Towards him I made, but he was ware of me</LINE>
<LINE>And stole into the covert of the wood:</LINE>
<LINE>I, measuring his affections by my own,</LINE>
<LINE>That most are busied when they're most alone,</LINE>
<LINE>Pursued my humour not pursuing his,</LINE>
<LINE>And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MONTAGUE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Many a morning hath he there been seen,</LINE>
<LINE>With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.</LINE>
<LINE>Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;</LINE>
<LINE>But all so soon as the all-cheering sun</LINE>
<LINE>Should in the furthest east begin to draw</LINE>
<LINE>The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,</LINE>
<LINE>Away from the light steals home my heavy son,</LINE>
<LINE>And private in his chamber pens himself,</LINE>
<LINE>Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out</LINE>
<LINE>And makes himself an artificial night:</LINE>
<LINE>Black and portentous must this humour prove,</LINE>
<LINE>Unless good counsel may the cause remove.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>My noble uncle, do you know the cause?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MONTAGUE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I neither know it nor can learn of him.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Have you importuned him by any means?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MONTAGUE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Both by myself and many other friends:</LINE>
<LINE>But he, his own affections' counsellor,</LINE>
<LINE>Is to himself--I will not say how true--</LINE>
<LINE>But to himself so secret and so close,</LINE>
<LINE>So far from sounding and discovery,</LINE>
<LINE>As is the bud bit with an envious worm,</LINE>
<LINE>Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,</LINE>
<LINE>Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.</LINE>
<LINE>Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow.</LINE>
<LINE>We would as willingly give cure as know.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Enter ROMEO</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;</LINE>
<LINE>I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MONTAGUE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,</LINE>
<LINE>To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Good-morrow, cousin.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Is the day so young?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>But new struck nine.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Ay me! sad hours seem long.</LINE>
<LINE>Was that my father that went hence so fast?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Not having that, which, having, makes them short.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>In love?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Out--</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Of love?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Out of her favour, where I am in love.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,</LINE>
<LINE>Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,</LINE>
<LINE>Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!</LINE>
<LINE>Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?</LINE>
<LINE>Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.</LINE>
<LINE>Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.</LINE>
<LINE>Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!</LINE>
<LINE>O any thing, of nothing first create!</LINE>
<LINE>O heavy lightness! serious vanity!</LINE>
<LINE>Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!</LINE>
<LINE>Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,</LINE>
<LINE>sick health!</LINE>
<LINE>Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!</LINE>
<LINE>This love feel I, that feel no love in this.</LINE>
<LINE>Dost thou not laugh?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>No, coz, I rather weep.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Good heart, at what?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>At thy good heart's oppression.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Why, such is love's transgression.</LINE>
<LINE>Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,</LINE>
<LINE>Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest</LINE>
<LINE>With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown</LINE>
<LINE>Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.</LINE>
<LINE>Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;</LINE>
<LINE>Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;</LINE>
<LINE>Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:</LINE>
<LINE>What is it else? a madness most discreet,</LINE>
<LINE>A choking gall and a preserving sweet.</LINE>
<LINE>Farewell, my coz.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Soft! I will go along;</LINE>
<LINE>An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;</LINE>
<LINE>This is not Romeo, he's some other where.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What, shall I groan and tell thee?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Groan! why, no.</LINE>
<LINE>But sadly tell me who.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:</LINE>
<LINE>Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!</LINE>
<LINE>In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit</LINE>
<LINE>With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;</LINE>
<LINE>And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,</LINE>
<LINE>From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.</LINE>
<LINE>She will not stay the siege of loving terms,</LINE>
<LINE>Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,</LINE>
<LINE>Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:</LINE>
<LINE>O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,</LINE>
<LINE>That when she dies with beauty dies her store.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,</LINE>
<LINE>For beauty starved with her severity</LINE>
<LINE>Cuts beauty off from all posterity.</LINE>
<LINE>She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,</LINE>
<LINE>To merit bliss by making me despair:</LINE>
<LINE>She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow</LINE>
<LINE>Do I live dead that live to tell it now.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>O, teach me how I should forget to think.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>By giving liberty unto thine eyes;</LINE>
<LINE>Examine other beauties.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>'Tis the way</LINE>
<LINE>To call hers exquisite, in question more:</LINE>
<LINE>These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows</LINE>
<LINE>Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;</LINE>
<LINE>He that is strucken blind cannot forget</LINE>
<LINE>The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:</LINE>
<LINE>Show me a mistress that is passing fair,</LINE>
<LINE>What doth her beauty serve, but as a note</LINE>
<LINE>Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?</LINE>
<LINE>Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exeunt</STAGEDIR>
</SCENE>
<SCENE><TITLE>SCENE II. A street.</TITLE>
<STAGEDIR>Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>But Montague is bound as well as I,</LINE>
<LINE>In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,</LINE>
<LINE>For men so old as we to keep the peace.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PARIS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Of honourable reckoning are you both;</LINE>
<LINE>And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.</LINE>
<LINE>But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>But saying o'er what I have said before:</LINE>
<LINE>My child is yet a stranger in the world;</LINE>
<LINE>She hath not seen the change of fourteen years,</LINE>
<LINE>Let two more summers wither in their pride,</LINE>
<LINE>Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PARIS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Younger than she are happy mothers made.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>And too soon marr'd are those so early made.</LINE>
<LINE>The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,</LINE>
<LINE>She is the hopeful lady of my earth:</LINE>
<LINE>But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,</LINE>
<LINE>My will to her consent is but a part;</LINE>
<LINE>An she agree, within her scope of choice</LINE>
<LINE>Lies my consent and fair according voice.</LINE>
<LINE>This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,</LINE>
<LINE>Whereto I have invited many a guest,</LINE>
<LINE>Such as I love; and you, among the store,</LINE>
<LINE>One more, most welcome, makes my number more.</LINE>
<LINE>At my poor house look to behold this night</LINE>
<LINE>Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:</LINE>
<LINE>Such comfort as do lusty young men feel</LINE>
<LINE>When well-apparell'd April on the heel</LINE>
<LINE>Of limping winter treads, even such delight</LINE>
<LINE>Among fresh female buds shall you this night</LINE>
<LINE>Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,</LINE>
<LINE>And like her most whose merit most shall be:</LINE>
<LINE>Which on more view, of many mine being one</LINE>
<LINE>May stand in number, though in reckoning none,</LINE>
<LINE>Come, go with me.</LINE>
<STAGEDIR>To Servant, giving a paper</STAGEDIR>
<LINE>Go, sirrah, trudge about</LINE>
<LINE>Through fair Verona; find those persons out</LINE>
<LINE>Whose names are written there, and to them say,</LINE>
<LINE>My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Servant</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Find them out whose names are written here! It is</LINE>
<LINE>written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his</LINE>
<LINE>yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with</LINE>
<LINE>his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am</LINE>
<LINE>sent to find those persons whose names are here</LINE>
<LINE>writ, and can never find what names the writing</LINE>
<LINE>person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,</LINE>
<LINE>One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;</LINE>
<LINE>Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;</LINE>
<LINE>One desperate grief cures with another's languish:</LINE>
<LINE>Take thou some new infection to thy eye,</LINE>
<LINE>And the rank poison of the old will die.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>For what, I pray thee?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>For your broken shin.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Why, Romeo, art thou mad?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is;</LINE>
<LINE>Shut up in prison, kept without my food,</LINE>
<LINE>Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Servant</SPEAKER>
<LINE>God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Servant</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I</LINE>
<LINE>pray, can you read any thing you see?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Ay, if I know the letters and the language.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Servant</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Ye say honestly: rest you merry!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Stay, fellow; I can read.</LINE>
<STAGEDIR>Reads</STAGEDIR>
<LINE>'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;</LINE>
<LINE>County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady</LINE>
<LINE>widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely</LINE>
<LINE>nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine</LINE>
<LINE>uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece</LINE>
<LINE>Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin</LINE>
<LINE>Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair</LINE>
<LINE>assembly: whither should they come?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Servant</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Up.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Whither?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Servant</SPEAKER>
<LINE>To supper; to our house.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Whose house?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Servant</SPEAKER>
<LINE>My master's.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Servant</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the</LINE>
<LINE>great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house</LINE>
<LINE>of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.</LINE>
<LINE>Rest you merry!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exit</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>At this same ancient feast of Capulet's</LINE>
<LINE>Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,</LINE>
<LINE>With all the admired beauties of Verona:</LINE>
<LINE>Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,</LINE>
<LINE>Compare her face with some that I shall show,</LINE>
<LINE>And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>When the devout religion of mine eye</LINE>
<LINE>Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;</LINE>
<LINE>And these, who often drown'd could never die,</LINE>
<LINE>Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!</LINE>
<LINE>One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun</LINE>
<LINE>Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,</LINE>
<LINE>Herself poised with herself in either eye:</LINE>
<LINE>But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd</LINE>
<LINE>Your lady's love against some other maid</LINE>
<LINE>That I will show you shining at this feast,</LINE>
<LINE>And she shall scant show well that now shows best.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,</LINE>
<LINE>But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exeunt</STAGEDIR>
</SCENE>
<SCENE><TITLE>SCENE III. A room in Capulet's house.</TITLE>
<STAGEDIR>Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LADY CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,</LINE>
<LINE>I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!</LINE>
<LINE>God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Enter JULIET</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>How now! who calls?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Your mother.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Madam, I am here.</LINE>
<LINE>What is your will?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LADY CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>This is the matter:--Nurse, give leave awhile,</LINE>
<LINE>We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again;</LINE>
<LINE>I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.</LINE>
<LINE>Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LADY CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>She's not fourteen.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,--</LINE>
<LINE>And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four--</LINE>
<LINE>She is not fourteen. How long is it now</LINE>
<LINE>To Lammas-tide?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LADY CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>A fortnight and odd days.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Even or odd, of all days in the year,</LINE>
<LINE>Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.</LINE>
<LINE>Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!--</LINE>
<LINE>Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;</LINE>
<LINE>She was too good for me: but, as I said,</LINE>
<LINE>On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;</LINE>
<LINE>That shall she, marry; I remember it well.</LINE>
<LINE>'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;</LINE>
<LINE>And she was wean'd,--I never shall forget it,--</LINE>
<LINE>Of all the days of the year, upon that day:</LINE>
<LINE>For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,</LINE>
<LINE>Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;</LINE>
<LINE>My lord and you were then at Mantua:--</LINE>
<LINE>Nay, I do bear a brain:--but, as I said,</LINE>
<LINE>When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple</LINE>
<LINE>Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,</LINE>
<LINE>To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug!</LINE>
<LINE>Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,</LINE>
<LINE>To bid me trudge:</LINE>
<LINE>And since that time it is eleven years;</LINE>
<LINE>For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,</LINE>
<LINE>She could have run and waddled all about;</LINE>
<LINE>For even the day before, she broke her brow:</LINE>
<LINE>And then my husband--God be with his soul!</LINE>
<LINE>A' was a merry man--took up the child:</LINE>
<LINE>'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?</LINE>
<LINE>Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;</LINE>
<LINE>Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame,</LINE>
<LINE>The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'</LINE>
<LINE>To see, now, how a jest shall come about!</LINE>
<LINE>I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,</LINE>
<LINE>I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he;</LINE>
<LINE>And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LADY CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,</LINE>
<LINE>To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'</LINE>
<LINE>And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow</LINE>
<LINE>A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;</LINE>
<LINE>A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly:</LINE>
<LINE>'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face?</LINE>
<LINE>Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;</LINE>
<LINE>Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!</LINE>
<LINE>Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed:</LINE>
<LINE>An I might live to see thee married once,</LINE>
<LINE>I have my wish.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LADY CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme</LINE>
<LINE>I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,</LINE>
<LINE>How stands your disposition to be married?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>It is an honour that I dream not of.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>An honour! were not I thine only nurse,</LINE>
<LINE>I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LADY CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Well, think of marriage now; younger than you,</LINE>
<LINE>Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,</LINE>
<LINE>Are made already mothers: by my count,</LINE>
<LINE>I was your mother much upon these years</LINE>
<LINE>That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:</LINE>
<LINE>The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>A man, young lady! lady, such a man</LINE>
<LINE>As all the world--why, he's a man of wax.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LADY CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Verona's summer hath not such a flower.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LADY CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What say you? can you love the gentleman?</LINE>
<LINE>This night you shall behold him at our feast;</LINE>
<LINE>Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,</LINE>
<LINE>And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;</LINE>
<LINE>Examine every married lineament,</LINE>
<LINE>And see how one another lends content</LINE>
<LINE>And what obscured in this fair volume lies</LINE>
<LINE>Find written in the margent of his eyes.</LINE>
<LINE>This precious book of love, this unbound lover,</LINE>
<LINE>To beautify him, only lacks a cover:</LINE>
<LINE>The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride</LINE>
<LINE>For fair without the fair within to hide:</LINE>
<LINE>That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,</LINE>
<LINE>That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;</LINE>
<LINE>So shall you share all that he doth possess,</LINE>
<LINE>By having him, making yourself no less.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LADY CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I'll look to like, if looking liking move:</LINE>
<LINE>But no more deep will I endart mine eye</LINE>
<LINE>Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Enter a Servant</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Servant</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you</LINE>
<LINE>called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in</LINE>
<LINE>the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must</LINE>
<LINE>hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LADY CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>We follow thee.</LINE>
<STAGEDIR>Exit Servant</STAGEDIR>
<LINE>Juliet, the county stays.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exeunt</STAGEDIR>
</SCENE>
<SCENE><TITLE>SCENE IV. A street.</TITLE>
<STAGEDIR>Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six
Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?</LINE>
<LINE>Or shall we on without a apology?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>The date is out of such prolixity:</LINE>
<LINE>We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,</LINE>
<LINE>Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,</LINE>
<LINE>Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;</LINE>
<LINE>Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke</LINE>
<LINE>After the prompter, for our entrance:</LINE>
<LINE>But let them measure us by what they will;</LINE>
<LINE>We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling;</LINE>
<LINE>Being but heavy, I will bear the light.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes</LINE>
<LINE>With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead</LINE>
<LINE>So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,</LINE>
<LINE>And soar with them above a common bound.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I am too sore enpierced with his shaft</LINE>
<LINE>To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,</LINE>
<LINE>I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:</LINE>
<LINE>Under love's heavy burden do I sink.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>And, to sink in it, should you burden love;</LINE>
<LINE>Too great oppression for a tender thing.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,</LINE>
<LINE>Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>If love be rough with you, be rough with love;</LINE>
<LINE>Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.</LINE>
<LINE>Give me a case to put my visage in:</LINE>
<LINE>A visor for a visor! what care I</LINE>
<LINE>What curious eye doth quote deformities?</LINE>
<LINE>Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in,</LINE>
<LINE>But every man betake him to his legs.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>A torch for me: let wantons light of heart</LINE>
<LINE>Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels,</LINE>
<LINE>For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase;</LINE>
<LINE>I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.</LINE>
<LINE>The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:</LINE>
<LINE>If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire</LINE>
<LINE>Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st</LINE>
<LINE>Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Nay, that's not so.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I mean, sir, in delay</LINE>
<LINE>We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.</LINE>
<LINE>Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits</LINE>
<LINE>Five times in that ere once in our five wits.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>And we mean well in going to this mask;</LINE>
<LINE>But 'tis no wit to go.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Why, may one ask?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I dream'd a dream to-night.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>And so did I.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Well, what was yours?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>That dreamers often lie.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.</LINE>
<LINE>She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes</LINE>
<LINE>In shape no bigger than an agate-stone</LINE>
<LINE>On the fore-finger of an alderman,</LINE>
<LINE>Drawn with a team of little atomies</LINE>
<LINE>Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;</LINE>
<LINE>Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs,</LINE>
<LINE>The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,</LINE>
<LINE>The traces of the smallest spider's web,</LINE>
<LINE>The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,</LINE>
<LINE>Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,</LINE>
<LINE>Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,</LINE>
<LINE>Not so big as a round little worm</LINE>
<LINE>Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;</LINE>
<LINE>Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut</LINE>
<LINE>Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,</LINE>
<LINE>Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.</LINE>
<LINE>And in this state she gallops night by night</LINE>
<LINE>Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;</LINE>
<LINE>O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight,</LINE>
<LINE>O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees,</LINE>
<LINE>O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream,</LINE>
<LINE>Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,</LINE>
<LINE>Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:</LINE>
<LINE>Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,</LINE>
<LINE>And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;</LINE>
<LINE>And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail</LINE>
<LINE>Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep,</LINE>
<LINE>Then dreams, he of another benefice:</LINE>
<LINE>Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,</LINE>
<LINE>And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,</LINE>
<LINE>Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,</LINE>
<LINE>Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon</LINE>
<LINE>Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,</LINE>
<LINE>And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two</LINE>
<LINE>And sleeps again. This is that very Mab</LINE>
<LINE>That plats the manes of horses in the night,</LINE>
<LINE>And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,</LINE>
<LINE>Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:</LINE>
<LINE>This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,</LINE>
<LINE>That presses them and learns them first to bear,</LINE>
<LINE>Making them women of good carriage:</LINE>
<LINE>This is she--</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!</LINE>
<LINE>Thou talk'st of nothing.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>True, I talk of dreams,</LINE>
<LINE>Which are the children of an idle brain,</LINE>
<LINE>Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,</LINE>
<LINE>Which is as thin of substance as the air</LINE>
<LINE>And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes</LINE>
<LINE>Even now the frozen bosom of the north,</LINE>
<LINE>And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,</LINE>
<LINE>Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves;</LINE>
<LINE>Supper is done, and we shall come too late.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I fear, too early: for my mind misgives</LINE>
<LINE>Some consequence yet hanging in the stars</LINE>
<LINE>Shall bitterly begin his fearful date</LINE>
<LINE>With this night's revels and expire the term</LINE>
<LINE>Of a despised life closed in my breast</LINE>
<LINE>By some vile forfeit of untimely death.</LINE>
<LINE>But He, that hath the steerage of my course,</LINE>
<LINE>Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Strike, drum.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exeunt</STAGEDIR>
</SCENE>
<SCENE><TITLE>SCENE V. A hall in Capulet's house.</TITLE>
<STAGEDIR>Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkins</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>First Servant</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He</LINE>
<LINE>shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Second Servant</SPEAKER>
<LINE>When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's</LINE>
<LINE>hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>First Servant</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Away with the joint-stools, remove the</LINE>
<LINE>court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save</LINE>
<LINE>me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let</LINE>
<LINE>the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.</LINE>
<LINE>Antony, and Potpan!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Second Servant</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Ay, boy, ready.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>First Servant</SPEAKER>
<LINE>You are looked for and called for, asked for and</LINE>
<LINE>sought for, in the great chamber.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Second Servant</SPEAKER>
<LINE>We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be</LINE>
<LINE>brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house,
meeting the Guests and Maskers</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes</LINE>
<LINE>Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you.</LINE>
<LINE>Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all</LINE>
<LINE>Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,</LINE>
<LINE>She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?</LINE>
<LINE>Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day</LINE>
<LINE>That I have worn a visor and could tell</LINE>
<LINE>A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,</LINE>
<LINE>Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone:</LINE>
<LINE>You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play.</LINE>
<LINE>A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.</LINE>
<STAGEDIR>Music plays, and they dance</STAGEDIR>
<LINE>More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,</LINE>
<LINE>And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.</LINE>
<LINE>Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.</LINE>
<LINE>Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;</LINE>
<LINE>For you and I are past our dancing days:</LINE>
<LINE>How long is't now since last yourself and I</LINE>
<LINE>Were in a mask?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Second Capulet</SPEAKER>
<LINE>By'r lady, thirty years.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much:</LINE>
<LINE>'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,</LINE>
<LINE>Come pentecost as quickly as it will,</LINE>
<LINE>Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Second Capulet</SPEAKER>
<LINE>'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir;</LINE>
<LINE>His son is thirty.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Will you tell me that?</LINE>
<LINE>His son was but a ward two years ago.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE><STAGEDIR>To a Servingman</STAGEDIR> What lady is that, which doth</LINE>
<LINE>enrich the hand</LINE>
<LINE>Of yonder knight?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Servant</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I know not, sir.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!</LINE>
<LINE>It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night</LINE>
<LINE>Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;</LINE>
<LINE>Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!</LINE>
<LINE>So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,</LINE>
<LINE>As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.</LINE>
<LINE>The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,</LINE>
<LINE>And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.</LINE>
<LINE>Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!</LINE>
<LINE>For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>TYBALT</SPEAKER>
<LINE>This, by his voice, should be a Montague.</LINE>
<LINE>Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave</LINE>
<LINE>Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,</LINE>
<LINE>To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?</LINE>
<LINE>Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,</LINE>
<LINE>To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>TYBALT</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,</LINE>
<LINE>A villain that is hither come in spite,</LINE>
<LINE>To scorn at our solemnity this night.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Young Romeo is it?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>TYBALT</SPEAKER>
<LINE>'Tis he, that villain Romeo.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;</LINE>
<LINE>He bears him like a portly gentleman;</LINE>
<LINE>And, to say truth, Verona brags of him</LINE>
<LINE>To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:</LINE>
<LINE>I would not for the wealth of all the town</LINE>
<LINE>Here in my house do him disparagement:</LINE>
<LINE>Therefore be patient, take no note of him:</LINE>
<LINE>It is my will, the which if thou respect,</LINE>
<LINE>Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,</LINE>
<LINE>And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>TYBALT</SPEAKER>
<LINE>It fits, when such a villain is a guest:</LINE>
<LINE>I'll not endure him.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>He shall be endured:</LINE>
<LINE>What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;</LINE>
<LINE>Am I the master here, or you? go to.</LINE>
<LINE>You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!</LINE>
<LINE>You'll make a mutiny among my guests!</LINE>
<LINE>You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>TYBALT</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Go to, go to;</LINE>
<LINE>You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed?</LINE>
<LINE>This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what:</LINE>
<LINE>You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time.</LINE>
<LINE>Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:</LINE>
<LINE>Be quiet, or--More light, more light! For shame!</LINE>
<LINE>I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>TYBALT</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting</LINE>
<LINE>Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.</LINE>
<LINE>I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall</LINE>
<LINE>Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exit</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE><STAGEDIR>To JULIET</STAGEDIR> If I profane with my unworthiest hand</LINE>
<LINE>This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:</LINE>
<LINE>My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand</LINE>
<LINE>To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,</LINE>
<LINE>Which mannerly devotion shows in this;</LINE>
<LINE>For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,</LINE>
<LINE>And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;</LINE>
<LINE>They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.</LINE>
<LINE>Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Then have my lips the sin that they have took.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!</LINE>
<LINE>Give me my sin again.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>You kiss by the book.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Madam, your mother craves a word with you.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What is her mother?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Marry, bachelor,</LINE>
<LINE>Her mother is the lady of the house,</LINE>
<LINE>And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous</LINE>
<LINE>I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal;</LINE>
<LINE>I tell you, he that can lay hold of her</LINE>
<LINE>Shall have the chinks.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Is she a Capulet?</LINE>
<LINE>O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Away, begone; the sport is at the best.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;</LINE>
<LINE>We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.</LINE>
<LINE>Is it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all</LINE>
<LINE>I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.</LINE>
<LINE>More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed.</LINE>
<LINE>Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late:</LINE>
<LINE>I'll to my rest.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>The son and heir of old Tiberio.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What's he that now is going out of door?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What's he that follows there, that would not dance?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I know not.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Go ask his name: if he be married.</LINE>
<LINE>My grave is like to be my wedding bed.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>His name is Romeo, and a Montague;</LINE>
<LINE>The only son of your great enemy.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>My only love sprung from my only hate!</LINE>
<LINE>Too early seen unknown, and known too late!</LINE>
<LINE>Prodigious birth of love it is to me,</LINE>
<LINE>That I must love a loathed enemy.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What's this? what's this?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>A rhyme I learn'd even now</LINE>
<LINE>Of one I danced withal.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>One calls within 'Juliet.'</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Anon, anon!</LINE>
<LINE>Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exeunt</STAGEDIR>
</SCENE>
</ACT>
<ACT><TITLE>ACT II</TITLE>
<PROLOGUE><TITLE>PROLOGUE</TITLE>
<STAGEDIR>Enter Chorus</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Chorus</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,</LINE>
<LINE>And young affection gapes to be his heir;</LINE>
<LINE>That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,</LINE>
<LINE>With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.</LINE>
<LINE>Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,</LINE>
<LINE>Alike betwitched by the charm of looks,</LINE>
<LINE>But to his foe supposed he must complain,</LINE>
<LINE>And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:</LINE>
<LINE>Being held a foe, he may not have access</LINE>
<LINE>To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;</LINE>
<LINE>And she as much in love, her means much less</LINE>
<LINE>To meet her new-beloved any where:</LINE>
<LINE>But passion lends them power, time means, to meet</LINE>
<LINE>Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exit</STAGEDIR>
</PROLOGUE>
<SCENE><TITLE>SCENE I. A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard.</TITLE>
<STAGEDIR>Enter ROMEO</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Can I go forward when my heart is here?</LINE>
<LINE>Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it</STAGEDIR>
<STAGEDIR>Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Romeo! my cousin Romeo!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>He is wise;</LINE>
<LINE>And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:</LINE>
<LINE>Call, good Mercutio.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Nay, I'll conjure too.</LINE>
<LINE>Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!</LINE>
<LINE>Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh:</LINE>
<LINE>Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;</LINE>
<LINE>Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;'</LINE>
<LINE>Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,</LINE>
<LINE>One nick-name for her purblind son and heir,</LINE>
<LINE>Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,</LINE>
<LINE>When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!</LINE>
<LINE>He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;</LINE>
<LINE>The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.</LINE>
<LINE>I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,</LINE>
<LINE>By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,</LINE>
<LINE>By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh</LINE>
<LINE>And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,</LINE>
<LINE>That in thy likeness thou appear to us!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him</LINE>
<LINE>To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle</LINE>
<LINE>Of some strange nature, letting it there stand</LINE>
<LINE>Till she had laid it and conjured it down;</LINE>
<LINE>That were some spite: my invocation</LINE>
<LINE>Is fair and honest, and in his mistress' name</LINE>
<LINE>I conjure only but to raise up him.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,</LINE>
<LINE>To be consorted with the humorous night:</LINE>
<LINE>Blind is his love and best befits the dark.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.</LINE>
<LINE>Now will he sit under a medlar tree,</LINE>
<LINE>And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit</LINE>
<LINE>As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.</LINE>
<LINE>Romeo, that she were, O, that she were</LINE>
<LINE>An open et caetera, thou a poperin pear!</LINE>
<LINE>Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed;</LINE>
<LINE>This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:</LINE>
<LINE>Come, shall we go?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Go, then; for 'tis in vain</LINE>
<LINE>To seek him here that means not to be found.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exeunt</STAGEDIR>
</SCENE>
<SCENE><TITLE>SCENE II. Capulet's orchard.</TITLE>
<STAGEDIR>Enter ROMEO</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>He jests at scars that never felt a wound.</LINE>
<STAGEDIR>JULIET appears above at a window</STAGEDIR>
<LINE>But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?</LINE>
<LINE>It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.</LINE>
<LINE>Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,</LINE>
<LINE>Who is already sick and pale with grief,</LINE>
<LINE>That thou her maid art far more fair than she:</LINE>
<LINE>Be not her maid, since she is envious;</LINE>
<LINE>Her vestal livery is but sick and green</LINE>
<LINE>And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.</LINE>
<LINE>It is my lady, O, it is my love!</LINE>
<LINE>O, that she knew she were!</LINE>
<LINE>She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?</LINE>
<LINE>Her eye discourses; I will answer it.</LINE>
<LINE>I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:</LINE>
<LINE>Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,</LINE>
<LINE>Having some business, do entreat her eyes</LINE>
<LINE>To twinkle in their spheres till they return.</LINE>
<LINE>What if her eyes were there, they in her head?</LINE>
<LINE>The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,</LINE>
<LINE>As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven</LINE>
<LINE>Would through the airy region stream so bright</LINE>
<LINE>That birds would sing and think it were not night.</LINE>
<LINE>See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!</LINE>
<LINE>O, that I were a glove upon that hand,</LINE>
<LINE>That I might touch that cheek!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Ay me!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>She speaks:</LINE>
<LINE>O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art</LINE>
<LINE>As glorious to this night, being o'er my head</LINE>
<LINE>As is a winged messenger of heaven</LINE>
<LINE>Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes</LINE>
<LINE>Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him</LINE>
<LINE>When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds</LINE>
<LINE>And sails upon the bosom of the air.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?</LINE>
<LINE>Deny thy father and refuse thy name;</LINE>
<LINE>Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,</LINE>
<LINE>And I'll no longer be a Capulet.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE><STAGEDIR>Aside</STAGEDIR> Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;</LINE>
<LINE>Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.</LINE>
<LINE>What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,</LINE>
<LINE>Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part</LINE>
<LINE>Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!</LINE>
<LINE>What's in a name? that which we call a rose</LINE>
<LINE>By any other name would smell as sweet;</LINE>
<LINE>So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,</LINE>
<LINE>Retain that dear perfection which he owes</LINE>
<LINE>Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,</LINE>
<LINE>And for that name which is no part of thee</LINE>
<LINE>Take all myself.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I take thee at thy word:</LINE>
<LINE>Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;</LINE>
<LINE>Henceforth I never will be Romeo.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night</LINE>
<LINE>So stumblest on my counsel?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>By a name</LINE>
<LINE>I know not how to tell thee who I am:</LINE>
<LINE>My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,</LINE>
<LINE>Because it is an enemy to thee;</LINE>
<LINE>Had I it written, I would tear the word.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words</LINE>
<LINE>Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:</LINE>
<LINE>Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?</LINE>
<LINE>The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,</LINE>
<LINE>And the place death, considering who thou art,</LINE>
<LINE>If any of my kinsmen find thee here.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;</LINE>
<LINE>For stony limits cannot hold love out,</LINE>
<LINE>And what love can do that dares love attempt;</LINE>
<LINE>Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>If they do see thee, they will murder thee.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye</LINE>
<LINE>Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,</LINE>
<LINE>And I am proof against their enmity.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I would not for the world they saw thee here.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;</LINE>
<LINE>And but thou love me, let them find me here:</LINE>
<LINE>My life were better ended by their hate,</LINE>
<LINE>Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>By whose direction found'st thou out this place?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;</LINE>
<LINE>He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.</LINE>
<LINE>I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far</LINE>
<LINE>As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,</LINE>
<LINE>I would adventure for such merchandise.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,</LINE>
<LINE>Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek</LINE>
<LINE>For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night</LINE>
<LINE>Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny</LINE>
<LINE>What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!</LINE>
<LINE>Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'</LINE>
<LINE>And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,</LINE>
<LINE>Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries</LINE>
<LINE>Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,</LINE>
<LINE>If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:</LINE>
<LINE>Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,</LINE>
<LINE>I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,</LINE>
<LINE>So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.</LINE>
<LINE>In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,</LINE>
<LINE>And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:</LINE>
<LINE>But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true</LINE>
<LINE>Than those that have more cunning to be strange.</LINE>
<LINE>I should have been more strange, I must confess,</LINE>
<LINE>But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,</LINE>
<LINE>My true love's passion: therefore pardon me,</LINE>
<LINE>And not impute this yielding to light love,</LINE>
<LINE>Which the dark night hath so discovered.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear</LINE>
<LINE>That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,</LINE>
<LINE>That monthly changes in her circled orb,</LINE>
<LINE>Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What shall I swear by?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Do not swear at all;</LINE>
<LINE>Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,</LINE>
<LINE>Which is the god of my idolatry,</LINE>
<LINE>And I'll believe thee.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>If my heart's dear love--</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,</LINE>
<LINE>I have no joy of this contract to-night:</LINE>
<LINE>It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;</LINE>
<LINE>Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be</LINE>
<LINE>Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!</LINE>
<LINE>This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,</LINE>
<LINE>May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.</LINE>
<LINE>Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest</LINE>
<LINE>Come to thy heart as that within my breast!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:</LINE>
<LINE>And yet I would it were to give again.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>But to be frank, and give it thee again.</LINE>
<LINE>And yet I wish but for the thing I have:</LINE>
<LINE>My bounty is as boundless as the sea,</LINE>
<LINE>My love as deep; the more I give to thee,</LINE>
<LINE>The more I have, for both are infinite.</LINE>
<STAGEDIR>Nurse calls within</STAGEDIR>
<LINE>I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!</LINE>
<LINE>Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.</LINE>
<LINE>Stay but a little, I will come again.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exit, above</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.</LINE>
<LINE>Being in night, all this is but a dream,</LINE>
<LINE>Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Re-enter JULIET, above</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.</LINE>
<LINE>If that thy bent of love be honourable,</LINE>
<LINE>Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,</LINE>
<LINE>By one that I'll procure to come to thee,</LINE>
<LINE>Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;</LINE>
<LINE>And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay</LINE>
<LINE>And follow thee my lord throughout the world.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE><STAGEDIR>Within</STAGEDIR> Madam!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well,</LINE>
<LINE>I do beseech thee--</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE><STAGEDIR>Within</STAGEDIR> Madam!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>By and by, I come:--</LINE>
<LINE>To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:</LINE>
<LINE>To-morrow will I send.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>So thrive my soul--</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>A thousand times good night!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exit, above</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.</LINE>
<LINE>Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from</LINE>
<LINE>their books,</LINE>
<LINE>But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Retiring</STAGEDIR>
<STAGEDIR>Re-enter JULIET, above</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,</LINE>
<LINE>To lure this tassel-gentle back again!</LINE>
<LINE>Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;</LINE>
<LINE>Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,</LINE>
<LINE>And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,</LINE>
<LINE>With repetition of my Romeo's name.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>It is my soul that calls upon my name:</LINE>
<LINE>How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,</LINE>
<LINE>Like softest music to attending ears!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Romeo!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>My dear?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>At what o'clock to-morrow</LINE>
<LINE>Shall I send to thee?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>At the hour of nine.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.</LINE>
<LINE>I have forgot why I did call thee back.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Let me stand here till thou remember it.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,</LINE>
<LINE>Remembering how I love thy company.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,</LINE>
<LINE>Forgetting any other home but this.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:</LINE>
<LINE>And yet no further than a wanton's bird;</LINE>
<LINE>Who lets it hop a little from her hand,</LINE>
<LINE>Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,</LINE>
<LINE>And with a silk thread plucks it back again,</LINE>
<LINE>So loving-jealous of his liberty.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I would I were thy bird.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Sweet, so would I:</LINE>
<LINE>Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.</LINE>
<LINE>Good night, good night! parting is such</LINE>
<LINE>sweet sorrow,</LINE>
<LINE>That I shall say good night till it be morrow.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exit above</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!</LINE>
<LINE>Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!</LINE>
<LINE>Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,</LINE>
<LINE>His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exit</STAGEDIR>
</SCENE>
<SCENE><TITLE>SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell.</TITLE>
<STAGEDIR>Enter FRIAR LAURENCE, with a basket</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>FRIAR LAURENCE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,</LINE>
<LINE>Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light,</LINE>
<LINE>And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels</LINE>
<LINE>From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels:</LINE>
<LINE>Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,</LINE>
<LINE>The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry,</LINE>
<LINE>I must up-fill this osier cage of ours</LINE>
<LINE>With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.</LINE>
<LINE>The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb;</LINE>
<LINE>What is her burying grave that is her womb,</LINE>
<LINE>And from her womb children of divers kind</LINE>
<LINE>We sucking on her natural bosom find,</LINE>
<LINE>Many for many virtues excellent,</LINE>
<LINE>None but for some and yet all different.</LINE>
<LINE>O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies</LINE>
<LINE>In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:</LINE>
<LINE>For nought so vile that on the earth doth live</LINE>
<LINE>But to the earth some special good doth give,</LINE>
<LINE>Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use</LINE>
<LINE>Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:</LINE>
<LINE>Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;</LINE>
<LINE>And vice sometimes by action dignified.</LINE>
<LINE>Within the infant rind of this small flower</LINE>
<LINE>Poison hath residence and medicine power:</LINE>
<LINE>For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;</LINE>
<LINE>Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.</LINE>
<LINE>Two such opposed kings encamp them still</LINE>
<LINE>In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will;</LINE>
<LINE>And where the worser is predominant,</LINE>
<LINE>Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Enter ROMEO</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Good morrow, father.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>FRIAR LAURENCE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Benedicite!</LINE>
<LINE>What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?</LINE>
<LINE>Young son, it argues a distemper'd head</LINE>
<LINE>So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:</LINE>
<LINE>Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,</LINE>
<LINE>And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;</LINE>
<LINE>But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain</LINE>
<LINE>Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign:</LINE>
<LINE>Therefore thy earliness doth me assure</LINE>
<LINE>Thou art up-roused by some distemperature;</LINE>
<LINE>Or if not so, then here I hit it right,</LINE>
<LINE>Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>FRIAR LAURENCE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;</LINE>
<LINE>I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>FRIAR LAURENCE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>That's my good son: but where hast thou been, then?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.</LINE>
<LINE>I have been feasting with mine enemy,</LINE>
<LINE>Where on a sudden one hath wounded me,</LINE>
<LINE>That's by me wounded: both our remedies</LINE>
<LINE>Within thy help and holy physic lies:</LINE>
<LINE>I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo,</LINE>
<LINE>My intercession likewise steads my foe.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>FRIAR LAURENCE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;</LINE>
<LINE>Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set</LINE>
<LINE>On the fair daughter of rich Capulet:</LINE>
<LINE>As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;</LINE>
<LINE>And all combined, save what thou must combine</LINE>
<LINE>By holy marriage: when and where and how</LINE>
<LINE>We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow,</LINE>
<LINE>I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,</LINE>
<LINE>That thou consent to marry us to-day.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>FRIAR LAURENCE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!</LINE>
<LINE>Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,</LINE>
<LINE>So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies</LINE>
<LINE>Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.</LINE>
<LINE>Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine</LINE>
<LINE>Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!</LINE>
<LINE>How much salt water thrown away in waste,</LINE>
<LINE>To season love, that of it doth not taste!</LINE>
<LINE>The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,</LINE>
<LINE>Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;</LINE>
<LINE>Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit</LINE>
<LINE>Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet:</LINE>
<LINE>If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine,</LINE>
<LINE>Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline:</LINE>
<LINE>And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then,</LINE>
<LINE>Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>FRIAR LAURENCE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>And bad'st me bury love.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>FRIAR LAURENCE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Not in a grave,</LINE>
<LINE>To lay one in, another out to have.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now</LINE>
<LINE>Doth grace for grace and love for love allow;</LINE>
<LINE>The other did not so.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>FRIAR LAURENCE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>O, she knew well</LINE>
<LINE>Thy love did read by rote and could not spell.</LINE>
<LINE>But come, young waverer, come, go with me,</LINE>
<LINE>In one respect I'll thy assistant be;</LINE>
<LINE>For this alliance may so happy prove,</LINE>
<LINE>To turn your households' rancour to pure love.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>FRIAR LAURENCE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exeunt</STAGEDIR>
</SCENE>
<SCENE><TITLE>SCENE IV. A street.</TITLE>
<STAGEDIR>Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Where the devil should this Romeo be?</LINE>
<LINE>Came he not home to-night?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline.</LINE>
<LINE>Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,</LINE>
<LINE>Hath sent a letter to his father's house.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>A challenge, on my life.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Romeo will answer it.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Any man that can write may answer a letter.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he</LINE>
<LINE>dares, being dared.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead; stabbed with a</LINE>
<LINE>white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a</LINE>
<LINE>love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the</LINE>
<LINE>blind bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man to</LINE>
<LINE>encounter Tybalt?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Why, what is Tybalt?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is</LINE>
<LINE>the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as</LINE>
<LINE>you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and</LINE>
<LINE>proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and</LINE>
<LINE>the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk</LINE>
<LINE>button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the</LINE>
<LINE>very first house, of the first and second cause:</LINE>
<LINE>ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the</LINE>
<LINE>hai!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>The what?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting</LINE>
<LINE>fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! 'By Jesu,</LINE>
<LINE>a very good blade! a very tall man! a very good</LINE>
<LINE>whore!' Why, is not this a lamentable thing,</LINE>
<LINE>grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with</LINE>
<LINE>these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these</LINE>
<LINE>perdona-mi's, who stand so much on the new form,</LINE>
<LINE>that they cannot at ease on the old bench? O, their</LINE>
<LINE>bones, their bones!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Enter ROMEO</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh,</LINE>
<LINE>how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers</LINE>
<LINE>that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a</LINE>
<LINE>kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to</LINE>
<LINE>be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy;</LINE>
<LINE>Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey</LINE>
<LINE>eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior</LINE>
<LINE>Romeo, bon jour! there's a French salutation</LINE>
<LINE>to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit</LINE>
<LINE>fairly last night.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>The ship, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in</LINE>
<LINE>such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>That's as much as to say, such a case as yours</LINE>
<LINE>constrains a man to bow in the hams.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Meaning, to court'sy.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Thou hast most kindly hit it.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>A most courteous exposition.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Pink for flower.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Right.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Why, then is my pump well flowered.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Well said: follow me this jest now till thou hast</LINE>
<LINE>worn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it</LINE>
<LINE>is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>O single-soled jest, solely singular for the</LINE>
<LINE>singleness.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have</LINE>
<LINE>done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of</LINE>
<LINE>thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five:</LINE>
<LINE>was I with you there for the goose?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast</LINE>
<LINE>not there for the goose.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Nay, good goose, bite not.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most</LINE>
<LINE>sharp sauce.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>And is it not well served in to a sweet goose?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>O here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an</LINE>
<LINE>inch narrow to an ell broad!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added</LINE>
<LINE>to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Why, is not this better now than groaning for love?</LINE>
<LINE>now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art</LINE>
<LINE>thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:</LINE>
<LINE>for this drivelling love is like a great natural,</LINE>
<LINE>that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Stop there, stop there.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short:</LINE>
<LINE>for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and</LINE>
<LINE>meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Here's goodly gear!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Enter Nurse and PETER</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>A sail, a sail!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Two, two; a shirt and a smock.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Peter!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PETER</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Anon!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>My fan, Peter.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the</LINE>
<LINE>fairer face.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>God ye good morrow, gentlemen.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>God ye good den, fair gentlewoman.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Is it good den?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the</LINE>
<LINE>dial is now upon the prick of noon.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Out upon you! what a man are you!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to</LINE>
<LINE>mar.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,'</LINE>
<LINE>quoth a'? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I</LINE>
<LINE>may find the young Romeo?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when</LINE>
<LINE>you have found him than he was when you sought him:</LINE>
<LINE>I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>You say well.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith;</LINE>
<LINE>wisely, wisely.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with</LINE>
<LINE>you.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>She will indite him to some supper.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! so ho!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What hast thou found?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie,</LINE>
<LINE>that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.</LINE>
<STAGEDIR>Sings</STAGEDIR>
<LINE>An old hare hoar,</LINE>
<LINE>And an old hare hoar,</LINE>
<LINE>Is very good meat in lent</LINE>
<LINE>But a hare that is hoar</LINE>
<LINE>Is too much for a score,</LINE>
<LINE>When it hoars ere it be spent.</LINE>
<LINE>Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll</LINE>
<LINE>to dinner, thither.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I will follow you.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Farewell, ancient lady; farewell,</LINE>
<STAGEDIR>Singing</STAGEDIR>
<LINE>'lady, lady, lady.'</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucy</LINE>
<LINE>merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk,</LINE>
<LINE>and will speak more in a minute than he will stand</LINE>
<LINE>to in a month.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him</LINE>
<LINE>down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such</LINE>
<LINE>Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall.</LINE>
<LINE>Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am</LINE>
<LINE>none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by</LINE>
<LINE>too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PETER</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weapon</LINE>
<LINE>should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare</LINE>
<LINE>draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a</LINE>
<LINE>good quarrel, and the law on my side.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about</LINE>
<LINE>me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word:</LINE>
<LINE>and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you</LINE>
<LINE>out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself:</LINE>
<LINE>but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into</LINE>
<LINE>a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross</LINE>
<LINE>kind of behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman</LINE>
<LINE>is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double</LINE>
<LINE>with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered</LINE>
<LINE>to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I</LINE>
<LINE>protest unto thee--</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much:</LINE>
<LINE>Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as</LINE>
<LINE>I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Bid her devise</LINE>
<LINE>Some means to come to shrift this afternoon;</LINE>
<LINE>And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell</LINE>
<LINE>Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>No truly sir; not a penny.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Go to; I say you shall.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall:</LINE>
<LINE>Within this hour my man shall be with thee</LINE>
<LINE>And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair;</LINE>
<LINE>Which to the high top-gallant of my joy</LINE>
<LINE>Must be my convoy in the secret night.</LINE>
<LINE>Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains:</LINE>
<LINE>Farewell; commend me to thy mistress.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What say'st thou, my dear nurse?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say,</LINE>
<LINE>Two may keep counsel, putting one away?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>NURSE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady--Lord,</LINE>
<LINE>Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing:--O, there</LINE>
<LINE>is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain</LINE>
<LINE>lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief</LINE>
<LINE>see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her</LINE>
<LINE>sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer</LINE>
<LINE>man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks</LINE>
<LINE>as pale as any clout in the versal world. Doth not</LINE>
<LINE>rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Ah. mocker! that's the dog's name; R is for</LINE>
<LINE>the--No; I know it begins with some other</LINE>
<LINE>letter:--and she hath the prettiest sententious of</LINE>
<LINE>it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good</LINE>
<LINE>to hear it.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Commend me to thy lady.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Ay, a thousand times.</LINE>
<STAGEDIR>Exit Romeo</STAGEDIR>
<LINE>Peter!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PETER</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Anon!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Peter, take my fan, and go before and apace.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exeunt</STAGEDIR>
</SCENE>
<SCENE><TITLE>SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.</TITLE>
<STAGEDIR>Enter JULIET</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;</LINE>
<LINE>In half an hour she promised to return.</LINE>
<LINE>Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so.</LINE>
<LINE>O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts,</LINE>
<LINE>Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,</LINE>
<LINE>Driving back shadows over louring hills:</LINE>
<LINE>Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,</LINE>
<LINE>And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.</LINE>
<LINE>Now is the sun upon the highmost hill</LINE>
<LINE>Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve</LINE>
<LINE>Is three long hours, yet she is not come.</LINE>
<LINE>Had she affections and warm youthful blood,</LINE>
<LINE>She would be as swift in motion as a ball;</LINE>
<LINE>My words would bandy her to my sweet love,</LINE>
<LINE>And his to me:</LINE>
<LINE>But old folks, many feign as they were dead;</LINE>
<LINE>Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.</LINE>
<LINE>O God, she comes!</LINE>
<STAGEDIR>Enter Nurse and PETER</STAGEDIR>
<LINE>O honey nurse, what news?</LINE>
<LINE>Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Peter, stay at the gate.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exit PETER</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad?</LINE>
<LINE>Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;</LINE>
<LINE>If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news</LINE>
<LINE>By playing it to me with so sour a face.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I am a-weary, give me leave awhile:</LINE>
<LINE>Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news:</LINE>
<LINE>Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile?</LINE>
<LINE>Do you not see that I am out of breath?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath</LINE>
<LINE>To say to me that thou art out of breath?</LINE>
<LINE>The excuse that thou dost make in this delay</LINE>
<LINE>Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.</LINE>
<LINE>Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that;</LINE>
<LINE>Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:</LINE>
<LINE>Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not</LINE>
<LINE>how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his</LINE>
<LINE>face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels</LINE>
<LINE>all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body,</LINE>
<LINE>though they be not to be talked on, yet they are</LINE>
<LINE>past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy,</LINE>
<LINE>but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy</LINE>
<LINE>ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>No, no: but all this did I know before.</LINE>
<LINE>What says he of our marriage? what of that?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I!</LINE>
<LINE>It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.</LINE>
<LINE>My back o' t' other side,--O, my back, my back!</LINE>
<LINE>Beshrew your heart for sending me about,</LINE>
<LINE>To catch my death with jaunting up and down!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.</LINE>
<LINE>Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a</LINE>
<LINE>courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I</LINE>
<LINE>warrant, a virtuous,--Where is your mother?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Where is my mother! why, she is within;</LINE>
<LINE>Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest!</LINE>
<LINE>'Your love says, like an honest gentleman,</LINE>
<LINE>Where is your mother?'</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>O God's lady dear!</LINE>
<LINE>Are you so hot? marry, come up, I trow;</LINE>
<LINE>Is this the poultice for my aching bones?</LINE>
<LINE>Henceforward do your messages yourself.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Here's such a coil! come, what says Romeo?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I have.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Nurse</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell;</LINE>
<LINE>There stays a husband to make you a wife:</LINE>
<LINE>Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,</LINE>
<LINE>They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.</LINE>
<LINE>Hie you to church; I must another way,</LINE>
<LINE>To fetch a ladder, by the which your love</LINE>
<LINE>Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark:</LINE>
<LINE>I am the drudge and toil in your delight,</LINE>
<LINE>But you shall bear the burden soon at night.</LINE>
<LINE>Go; I'll to dinner: hie you to the cell.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exeunt</STAGEDIR>
</SCENE>
<SCENE><TITLE>SCENE VI. Friar Laurence's cell.</TITLE>
<STAGEDIR>Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>FRIAR LAURENCE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>So smile the heavens upon this holy act,</LINE>
<LINE>That after hours with sorrow chide us not!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,</LINE>
<LINE>It cannot countervail the exchange of joy</LINE>
<LINE>That one short minute gives me in her sight:</LINE>
<LINE>Do thou but close our hands with holy words,</LINE>
<LINE>Then love-devouring death do what he dare;</LINE>
<LINE>It is enough I may but call her mine.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>FRIAR LAURENCE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>These violent delights have violent ends</LINE>
<LINE>And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,</LINE>
<LINE>Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey</LINE>
<LINE>Is loathsome in his own deliciousness</LINE>
<LINE>And in the taste confounds the appetite:</LINE>
<LINE>Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;</LINE>
<LINE>Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.</LINE>
<STAGEDIR>Enter JULIET</STAGEDIR>
<LINE>Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot</LINE>
<LINE>Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint:</LINE>
<LINE>A lover may bestride the gossamer</LINE>
<LINE>That idles in the wanton summer air,</LINE>
<LINE>And yet not fall; so light is vanity.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Good even to my ghostly confessor.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>FRIAR LAURENCE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>As much to him, else is his thanks too much.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy</LINE>
<LINE>Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more</LINE>
<LINE>To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath</LINE>
<LINE>This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue</LINE>
<LINE>Unfold the imagined happiness that both</LINE>
<LINE>Receive in either by this dear encounter.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>JULIET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,</LINE>
<LINE>Brags of his substance, not of ornament:</LINE>
<LINE>They are but beggars that can count their worth;</LINE>
<LINE>But my true love is grown to such excess</LINE>
<LINE>I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>FRIAR LAURENCE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Come, come with me, and we will make short work;</LINE>
<LINE>For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone</LINE>
<LINE>Till holy church incorporate two in one.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exeunt</STAGEDIR>
</SCENE>
</ACT>
<ACT><TITLE>ACT III</TITLE>
<SCENE><TITLE>SCENE I. A public place.</TITLE>
<STAGEDIR>Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:</LINE>
<LINE>The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,</LINE>
<LINE>And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;</LINE>
<LINE>For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Thou art like one of those fellows that when he</LINE>
<LINE>enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword</LINE>
<LINE>upon the table and says 'God send me no need of</LINE>
<LINE>thee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws</LINE>
<LINE>it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Am I like such a fellow?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as</LINE>
<LINE>any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as</LINE>
<LINE>soon moody to be moved.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>And what to?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Nay, an there were two such, we should have none</LINE>
<LINE>shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why,</LINE>
<LINE>thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more,</LINE>
<LINE>or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou</LINE>
<LINE>wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no</LINE>
<LINE>other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what</LINE>
<LINE>eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?</LINE>
<LINE>Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of</LINE>
<LINE>meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as</LINE>
<LINE>an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a</LINE>
<LINE>man for coughing in the street, because he hath</LINE>
<LINE>wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun:</LINE>
<LINE>didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing</LINE>
<LINE>his new doublet before Easter? with another, for</LINE>
<LINE>tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou</LINE>
<LINE>wilt tutor me from quarrelling!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man</LINE>
<LINE>should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>The fee-simple! O simple!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>By my head, here come the Capulets.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>By my heel, I care not.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Enter TYBALT and others</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>TYBALT</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Follow me close, for I will speak to them.</LINE>
<LINE>Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>And but one word with one of us? couple it with</LINE>
<LINE>something; make it a word and a blow.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>TYBALT</SPEAKER>
<LINE>You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you</LINE>
<LINE>will give me occasion.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Could you not take some occasion without giving?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>TYBALT</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,--</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an</LINE>
<LINE>thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but</LINE>
<LINE>discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall</LINE>
<LINE>make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>We talk here in the public haunt of men:</LINE>
<LINE>Either withdraw unto some private place,</LINE>
<LINE>And reason coldly of your grievances,</LINE>
<LINE>Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;</LINE>
<LINE>I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Enter ROMEO</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>TYBALT</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery:</LINE>
<LINE>Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower;</LINE>
<LINE>Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.'</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>TYBALT</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford</LINE>
<LINE>No better term than this,--thou art a villain.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee</LINE>
<LINE>Doth much excuse the appertaining rage</LINE>
<LINE>To such a greeting: villain am I none;</LINE>
<LINE>Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>TYBALT</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries</LINE>
<LINE>That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I do protest, I never injured thee,</LINE>
<LINE>But love thee better than thou canst devise,</LINE>
<LINE>Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:</LINE>
<LINE>And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender</LINE>
<LINE>As dearly as my own,--be satisfied.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!</LINE>
<LINE>Alla stoccata carries it away.</LINE>
<STAGEDIR>Draws</STAGEDIR>
<LINE>Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>TYBALT</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What wouldst thou have with me?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine</LINE>
<LINE>lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you</LINE>
<LINE>shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the</LINE>
<LINE>eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher</LINE>
<LINE>by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your</LINE>
<LINE>ears ere it be out.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>TYBALT</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I am for you.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Drawing</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Come, sir, your passado.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>They fight</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.</LINE>
<LINE>Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage!</LINE>
<LINE>Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath</LINE>
<LINE>Forbidden bandying in Verona streets:</LINE>
<LINE>Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies
with his followers</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I am hurt.</LINE>
<LINE>A plague o' both your houses! I am sped.</LINE>
<LINE>Is he gone, and hath nothing?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What, art thou hurt?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.</LINE>
<LINE>Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exit Page</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a</LINE>
<LINE>church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for</LINE>
<LINE>me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I</LINE>
<LINE>am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o'</LINE>
<LINE>both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a</LINE>
<LINE>cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a</LINE>
<LINE>rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of</LINE>
<LINE>arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I</LINE>
<LINE>was hurt under your arm.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I thought all for the best.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MERCUTIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Help me into some house, Benvolio,</LINE>
<LINE>Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses!</LINE>
<LINE>They have made worms' meat of me: I have it,</LINE>
<LINE>And soundly too: your houses!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>This gentleman, the prince's near ally,</LINE>
<LINE>My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt</LINE>
<LINE>In my behalf; my reputation stain'd</LINE>
<LINE>With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour</LINE>
<LINE>Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet,</LINE>
<LINE>Thy beauty hath made me effeminate</LINE>
<LINE>And in my temper soften'd valour's steel!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Re-enter BENVOLIO</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!</LINE>
<LINE>That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,</LINE>
<LINE>Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>This day's black fate on more days doth depend;</LINE>
<LINE>This but begins the woe, others must end.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!</LINE>
<LINE>Away to heaven, respective lenity,</LINE>
<LINE>And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!</LINE>
<STAGEDIR>Re-enter TYBALT</STAGEDIR>
<LINE>Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,</LINE>
<LINE>That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul</LINE>
<LINE>Is but a little way above our heads,</LINE>
<LINE>Staying for thine to keep him company:</LINE>
<LINE>Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>TYBALT</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,</LINE>
<LINE>Shalt with him hence.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>This shall determine that.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>They fight; TYBALT falls</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Romeo, away, be gone!</LINE>
<LINE>The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.</LINE>
<LINE>Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death,</LINE>
<LINE>If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>O, I am fortune's fool!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Why dost thou stay?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Exit ROMEO</STAGEDIR>
<STAGEDIR>Enter Citizens, &amp;c</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>First Citizen</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?</LINE>
<LINE>Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>There lies that Tybalt.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>First Citizen</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Up, sir, go with me;</LINE>
<LINE>I charge thee in the princes name, obey.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<STAGEDIR>Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their
Wives, and others</STAGEDIR>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PRINCE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Where are the vile beginners of this fray?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>O noble prince, I can discover all</LINE>
<LINE>The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:</LINE>
<LINE>There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,</LINE>
<LINE>That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LADY CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child!</LINE>
<LINE>O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt</LINE>
<LINE>O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,</LINE>
<LINE>For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.</LINE>
<LINE>O cousin, cousin!</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PRINCE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;</LINE>
<LINE>Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink</LINE>
<LINE>How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal</LINE>
<LINE>Your high displeasure: all this uttered</LINE>
<LINE>With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,</LINE>
<LINE>Could not take truce with the unruly spleen</LINE>
<LINE>Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts</LINE>
<LINE>With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast,</LINE>
<LINE>Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point,</LINE>
<LINE>And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats</LINE>
<LINE>Cold death aside, and with the other sends</LINE>
<LINE>It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity,</LINE>
<LINE>Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,</LINE>
<LINE>'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than</LINE>
<LINE>his tongue,</LINE>
<LINE>His agile arm beats down their fatal points,</LINE>
<LINE>And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm</LINE>
<LINE>An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life</LINE>
<LINE>Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;</LINE>
<LINE>But by and by comes back to Romeo,</LINE>
<LINE>Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,</LINE>
<LINE>And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I</LINE>
<LINE>Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain.</LINE>
<LINE>And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.</LINE>
<LINE>This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LADY CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>He is a kinsman to the Montague;</LINE>
<LINE>Affection makes him false; he speaks not true:</LINE>
<LINE>Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,</LINE>
<LINE>And all those twenty could but kill one life.</LINE>
<LINE>I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;</LINE>
<LINE>Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.</LINE>
</SPEECH>
<SPEECH>