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Part, fools, put up your swords; you know not what
you do.
Benvolio
What, drawn and talk of peace! I hate the word,
As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.
Have at thee, coward!
Tybalt
Three civil brawls bred of an airy word,
By thee old Capulet and Montague,
Have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets,
And made Verona's ancient citizens
Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
To wield old partisans in hands as old,
Cankered with peace to part your cankered hate.
Prince
O me! What fray was here?
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.
Romeo
And too soon marred are those so early made.
The earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she;
She's the hopeful lady of my earth.
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart.
Capulet
When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fire;
And these who often drowned could never die,
Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
One fairer than my love! The all-seeing sun
Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
Romeo
[Marriage] is an honor that I dream not of.
____
Well, think of marriage now. Younger than you
Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
Are made already mothers. By my count,
I was your mother much upon these years
That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief,
The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
Juliet, Lady Capulet
What say you? Can you love the gentleman?
This night you shall behold him at our feast.
Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,
And find delight writ there with beauty's pen.
Lady Capulet
I'll look to like, if looking liking move.
But no more deep will I indart mine eye
Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
Juliet
Give me a torch; I am not for this ambling.
Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
Romeo
Not I, believe me. You have dancing shoes
With nimble soles. I have a soul of lead
So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
Romeo
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
Romeo
If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
Mercutio
I dreamt a dream tonight.
____
And so did I.
____
Well, what was yours?
____
That dreamers often lie.
____
In bed asleep — while they do dream things true.
Romeo, Mercutio, Romeo, Mercutio, Romeo
I fear too early, for my mind misgives
Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night's revels, and expire the term
Of a despisèd life closed in my breast
By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
But he that hath the steerage of my course
Direct my sail!
Romeo
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear —
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.
Romeo
This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
Fetch me my rapier, boy. What, dares the slave
Come hither, covered with an antic face,
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
Now, by the stock and honor of my kin,
To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.
Tybalt
Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone.
He bears him like a portly gentleman,
And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
To be a virtuous and well-governed youth.
I would not for the wealth of all this town
Here in my house do him disparagement.
Therefore be patient, take no note of him.
Capulet
It fits, when such a villain is a guest.
I'll not endure him.
Tybalt
Patience perforce with willful choler meeting
Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall
Now seeming sweet convert to bitt'rest gall.
Tybalt
Go ask his name.
[The ____ goes]
If he be marrièd,
My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
Juliet
Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,
To be consorted with the humorous night.
Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.
Benvolio
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
Romeo
[ _____ appears at the window]
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
Romeo
O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Juliet
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? That which we call a rose,
By any other word would smell as sweet.
Juliet
By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am.
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee.
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
Romeo
With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls,
For stony limits cannot hold love out;
And what love can do, that dares love attempt.
Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
Romeo
I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes,
And but thou love me, let them find me here.
My life were better ended by their hate,
Than death proroguèd, wanting of thy love.
Romeo
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove false. At lovers' perjuries
They say Jove laughs.
Juliet
But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
Than those that have more coying to be strange.
Juliet
Do not swear at all,
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee.
Juliet
Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract tonight.
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden,
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say 'It lightens.'
Juliet
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
Juliet
Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
If that thy bent of love be honorable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow,
By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite,
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay,
And follow thee, my lord, throughout the world.
Juliet
A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
Romeo
With Rosaline, my ghostly father? No,
I have forgot that name and that name's woe.
Romeo
I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.
I have been feasting with mine enemy,
Where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me
That's by me wounded. Both our remedies
Within thy help and holy physic lies.
I bear no hatred, blessèd man, for, lo,
My intercession likewise steads my foe.
Romeo
Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear,
So soon forsaken? Young men's love then lies
Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
Friar Laurence
I pray thee, chide me not. Her I love now
Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow;
The other did not so.
____
O, she knew well
Thy love did read by rote, that could not spell.
But come, young waverer, come, go with me.
In one respect I'll thy assistant be,
For this alliance may so happy prove,
To turn your households' rancor
to pure love.
Romeo, Friar Laurence
O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.
____
Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
Romeo, Friar Laurence
Bid her devise some means to come to shrift this afternoon,
And there she shall at Friar Laurence's cell be shrived
and married. Here is for thy pains.
[The nurse takes the money Romeo offers]
Romeo
Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady. Lord, Lord,
when 'twas a little prating thing — O there is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain
lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief
see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so she looks as pale as any clout in the versal world.
Nurse
Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell;
There stays a husband to make you a wife.
Nurse
So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
That after-hours with sorrow chide us not!
Friar Laurence
These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness,
And in the taste confounds the appetite.
Therefore love moderately: Long love doth so.
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Friar Laurence
I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire.
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,
And if we meet we shall not scape a brawl,
For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
Benvolio
And but one word with one of us? Couple it with
something; make it a word and a blow.
Mercutio
We talk here in the public haunt of men.
Either withdraw unto some private place,
Or reason coldly of your grievances,
Or else depart. Here all eyes gaze on us.
Benvolio
Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;
I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
Mercutio
Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford
No better term than this: thou art a villain.
Tybalt
Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
To such a greeting. Villain am I none.
Therefore farewell; I see thou knowest me not.
____
Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
That thou hast done me. Therefore turn and draw.
____
I do protest I never injured thee,
But love thee better than thou canst devise
Till thou shalt know the reason of my love.
And so, good Capulet — which name I tender
As dearly as mine own — be satisfied.
____
O calm, dishonorable, vile submission!
Alla stoccado carries it away.
[Draws]
____
Draw, Benvolio, beat down their weapons.
Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage!
Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath
Forbid this bandying in Verona streets.
Hold Tybalt! Good Mercutio!
Romeo, Tybalt, Romeo, Mercutio, Romeo
No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church
door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow,
and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered,
I warrant, for this world. A plague o' both your houses!
Mercutio
This gentleman, the prince's near ally,
My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
In my behalf; my reputation stained
With Tybalt's slander, — Tybalt, that an hour
Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet,
Thy beauty hath made me effeminate
And, in my temper, softened valor's steel!
Romeo
This day's black fate on more days doth depend;
This but begins the woe others must end.
Romeo
He is a kinsman to the Montague;
Affection makes him false, he speaks not true.
Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,
And all those twenty could but kill one life.
I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give.
Romeo slew Tybalt; Romeo must not live.
Lady Capulet
And for that offense
Immediately we do exile him hence.
I have an interest in your hate's proceeding;
My blood, for your rude brawls, doth lie a-bleeding.
But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine
That you shall all repent the loss of mine.
Prince
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
Prince
There's no trust,
No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured,
All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.
Ah, where's my man?
Give me some aqua vitae.
These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.
Shame come to Romeo!
Nurse
Blistered be thy tongue
For such a wish! He was not born to shame.
Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit;
For 'tis a throne where honour may be crowned
Sole monarch of the universal earth.
O, what a beast was I to chide at him!
____
Will you speak well of him that killed your cousin?
____
Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,
When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?
But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?
That villain cousin would have killed my husband.
Juliet, Nurse, Juliet
Romeo is "banished." To speak that word,
Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet
All slain, all dead — Romeo is “banished” –
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound;
In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.
Juliet
Hie to your chamber. I'll find Romeo
To comfort you. I wot well where he is.
Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night.
I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell.
Nurse
Hence from Verona art thou banished.
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
Friar Laurence
There is no world without Verona walls,
But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
Hence banished is banished from the world,
And world's exile is death.
Romeo
O deadly sin, O rude unthankfulness!
Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince,
Taking thy part, hath rushed aside the law,
And turned that black word ‘death’ to ‘banishment’.
This is dear mercy and thou seest it not.
Friar Laurence
Hold thy desperate hand.
Art thou a man? Thy form cries out thou art.
Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote
The unreasonable fury of a beast.
Unseemly woman in a seeming man,
And ill-beseeming beast in seeming both.
Friar Laurence
O God, I have an ill-divining soul!
Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low,
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb.
Either my eyesight fails or thou lookest pale.
Juliet
Some grief shows much of love,
But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
____
Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
Lady Capulet, Juliet
Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;
One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,
That thou expectest not, nor I looked not for.
Lady Capulet
Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too,
He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
I wonder at this haste, that I must wed
Ere he that should be husband comes to woo.
I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear
It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!
Juliet
How, how, how, how, chopped-logic! What is this?
'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not',
And yet 'not proud', mistress minion, you?
Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds;
But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,
To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church,
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
Out, you green-sickness carrion!
Out, you baggage,
You tallow-face!
____
Fie, fie! What, are you mad?
____
Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
____
Hang thee, young baggage. Disobedient wretch!
I tell thee what. Get thee to church a Thursday,
Or never after look me in the face.
Speak not, reply not, do not answer me.
My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blessed
That God had lent us but this only child;
But now I see this one is one too much,
And that we have a curse in having her.
Capulet, Lady Capulet, Juliet, Capulet
God in heaven bless her!
You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
____
And why, my lady wisdom? Hold your tongue,
Good Prudence, smatter with your gossips, go.
____
I speak no treason.
____
O, God ye good e'en.
____
May not one speak?
____
Peace, you mumbling fool!
Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl,
For here we need it not.
Nurse, Capulet, Nurse, Capulet, Nurse, Capulet
You are too hot.
____
God's bread, it makes me mad.
Day, night, hour; tide, time; work, play;
Alone, in company — still my care hath been
To have her matched.
Lady Capulet, Capulet
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds
That sees into the bottom of my grief?
O sweet my mother, cast me not away!
Delay this marriage for a month, a week;
Or if you do not, make the bridal bed
In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
____
Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word.
Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
Juliet, Lady Capulet
Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
Which she hath praised him with above compare
So many thousand times? Go, counsellor;
Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
Juliet
Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,
And fearest to die? Famine is in thy cheeks,
Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,
Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back.
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law;
The world affords no law to make thee rich.
Then be not poor, but break it and take this.
____
My poverty, but not my will, consents.
Romeo, Apothecary
Stop thy unhallowed toil, vile Montague!
Can vengeance be pursued further than death?
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee.
Obey and go with me, for thou must die.
Paris
I must indeed, and therefore came I hither.
Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man.
Fly hence and leave me. Think upon these gone;
Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,
Put not another sin upon my head
By urging me to fury. O, be gone!
By heaven, I love thee better than myself,
For I come hither armed against myself.
Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say
A madman's mercy bid thee run away.
Romeo
This letter doth make good the friar's words —
Their course of love, the tidings of her death.
And here he writes that he did buy a poison
Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
Came to this vault to die and lie with Juliet.
Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!
See what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love;
And I, for winking at your discords too,
Have lost a brace of kinsmen.
All are punished.
Prince
A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head.
Go hence to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardoned, and some punished.
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
Prince
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