But where hast thou been then? Both our remedies62 Within thy help and holy physic63 lies. As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine, And all combined,69 save what thou must combine 60 By holy marriage. Friar Holy Saint Francis!
What a change is here. Jesu Maria! What a deal of brine71 Hath washed thy sallow72 cheeks for Rosaline. The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,74 Thy old groans ring yet in mine ancient ears. And art thou changed? Friar For doting,77 not for loving, pupil mine.
Friar Not in a grave To lay one in, another out to have. She whom I love now Doth grace78 for grace and love for love allow. Friar O she knew well Thy love did read by rote,80 that could not spell. But come, young waverer,81 come go with me. Romeo O let us hence! I stand on83 sudden haste. Friar Wisely, and slow.
Came he not home tonight? I spoke with his man. Mercutio Why, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline, torments him so that he will sure run mad. Mercutio A challenge, on my life. Benvolio Romeo will answer it.
Mercutio Any man that can write may answer a letter. Mercutio Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! Benvolio Why, what is Tybalt? Mercutio More than Prince of Cats. Mercutio Without his roe,31 like a dried herring.
Romeo Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give 45 you? Mercutio The slip,49 sir, the slip. Can you not conceive?
My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain51 courtesy. Mercutio Thou hast most kindly53 hit it. Romeo A most courteous54 exposition. Mercutio Nay, I am the very pink55 of courtesy. Mercutio Right. Mercutio Sure57 wit, follow me58 this jest now till thou hast worn out thy pump, that,59 when the single60 sole of it is worn,61 the jest may remain, after the wearing,62 solely 60 singular. My wits faint. Romeo Nay, good goose,79 bite not! Now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo, now art thou what thou art, by art90 as well as by nature.
Mercutio Thou desirest me to stop95 in my tale96 against the hair. I would have made it short,99 for 90 I was come to the whole depth of my tale, and meant indeed to occupy the argument no longer. A shirt and a smock. Peter Anon. Nurse My fan, Peter.
Nurse God ye good morrow, gentlemen. Mercutio God ye good den, fair gentlewoman. Nurse Is it good den? Nurse Out upon you. Romeo One, gentlewoman, that God hath made, Himself to mar. Romeo I can tell you, but young Romeo will be older when you have found him than he was when you sought him. I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse. Mercutio Yea, is the worst well? Wisely, wisely. Benvolio She will endite him to some supper. Mercutio No hare, sir, unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.
Romeo I will follow you. Mercutio Farewell, ancient lady. I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this that was so full of his ropery? Scurvy knave! If I had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant you.
I dare draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side. I protest unto thee — Nurse Good heart, and I faith I will tell her as much.
Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman. Romeo What wilt thou tell her, Nurse? Thou dost not mark me. Here is for thy pains. Romeo Go to! I say you shall. Well, she shall be there. Commend me to thy mistress. Nurse Now God in heaven bless thee. Hark you, sir. Nurse Is your man secret? Nurse Well, sir, my mistress is the sweetest lady. Lord, Lord! Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter? Romeo Ay, Nurse. Both with an R? Nurse Ah, mocker!
R is for the — No, I know. It begins with some other letter, and she hath the prettiest sententious of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it. Romeo Commend me to thy lady.
Nurse Before, and apace. Perchance1 she cannot meet2 him. O she is lame. Therefore do nimble-pinioned6 doves draw Love,7 And therefore hath8 the wind-swift9 Cupid wings. My words would bandy12 her to my sweet love, 15 And his to me. O honey Nurse, what news? Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away. Nurse Peter, stay at the gate. Though news be sad, yet tell them14 merrily. If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news By playing it15 to me with so sour a face.
Nurse I am aweary, give me leave16 awhile. What a jaunce17 have I! Juliet I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news. Nay, come, I pray thee speak. Good, good Nurse, speak. Nurse Jesu, what haste! Can you not stay awhile? Do you not see that I am out of breath? The excuse that thou dost make in this delay Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.
Answer to that. Nurse Well, you have made a simple20 choice. You know not how to choose a man. No, not he. Go thy ways, wench. What, have you dined at home? But all this did I know before. What says he of our marriage? Nurse Lord, how my head aches! What a head have I! It beats as23 it would fall in twenty pieces. Sweet, sweet, sweet Nurse, tell me, what says my love?
Nurse Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a courteous, 55 and a kind, and a handsome, and, I warrant, a virtuous — Where is your mother? Juliet Where is my mother? Why, she is within. Where should she be?
How oddly thou repliest! Henceforward do your messages yourself. Have you got leave29 to go to shrift to-day? I have. Then hie30 you hence to Friar Laurence cell. There stays a husband to make you a wife. I am the drudge, and toil34 in your delight, But you shall bear the burden35 soon at night.
Hie you to the cell. Juliet Hie to high fortune! Honest Nurse, farewell. Romeo Amen, amen. But come what2 sorrow can,3 It cannot countervail4 the exchange of joy5 5 That one short minute gives me in her sight.
Do thou but close6 our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death do what he dare — It is enough I may but call her mine. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds9 the appetite. Therefore love moderately. Long love doth so. Romeo kisses her Juliet As much to him,17 else is his thanks too much. They are but beggars that29 can count their worth. But my true love is30 grown to such excess I cannot sum up sum31 of half my wealth.
Mercutio Come, come, thou art as hot a jack11 in thy mood as any in Italy; and as soon moved to be moody,12 and as soon moody to be moved. Benvolio And what to? Why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for racking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast 20 hazel14 eyes. What eye but such an eye would spy out15 such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat,16 and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle17 as an egg for quarreling.
Thou hast quarreled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that 25 hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet18 before Easter,19 with another for tying his new shoes with an old riband? O simple! Mercutio By my heel,27 I care not. Tybalt to other Capulets Follow me close, for I will speak to 35 them.
Gentlemen, good den. A word with one of you. Mercutio And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something, make it a word and a blow. Mercutio Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? Zounds,34 consort! Benvolio We talk here in the public haunt35 of men.
Either withdraw unto some private place And reason coldly36 of your grievances, 50 Or else depart. Here all eyes gaze on us. Here comes my man. Romeo Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee 60 Doth much excuse the appertaining45 rage To such a greeting. Villain am I none. Therefore farewell. I see thou knowest me not. Therefore turn and draw. Romeo I do protest I never injured thee, 65 But love thee better than thou canst devise,46 Till thou shalt know the reason of my love.
Mercutio O calm, dishonorable, vile submission! Mercutio Good King of Cats, nothing but one of your nine lives. That I mean to make bold withal and, as52 you shall use53 me 75 hereafter, dry beat54 the rest of the eight. Will you pluck55 your sword out of his pilcher56 by the ears?
Tybalt I am for you. Gentlemen, for shame! Forbear59 this outrage! The Prince expressly hath 85 Forbid this bandying in Verona streets. Good Mercutio! I am sped. Benvolio What, art thou hurt? Mercutio Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. The hurt cannot be much. I am peppered,64 I warrant, for 95 this world.
Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm. Romeo I thought all for the best. Mercutio Help me into some house, Benvolio, Or I shall faint. I have it,66 And soundly too. Your houses! Romeo Alive in triumph, and Mercutio slain? Either thou or I, or both, must go with him. Romeo drawing his sword This shall determine that.
Tybalt falls Benvolio Romeo, away, be gone. The citizens are up,85 and Tybalt slain. Stand not amazed. Benvolio Why dost thou stay? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? Benvolio There lies that Tybalt. Citizen Up,89 sir, go with me. Benvolio O noble Prince, I can discover91 all The unlucky manage92 of this fatal brawl.
There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. Lady Capulet Tybalt, my cousin. O Prince, O husband, O the blood is spilled Of my dear kinsman. Prince, as thou art true, For blood of ours shed blood of Montague. Prince Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? Romeo, that spoke him fair,93 bid him bethink94 How nice95 the quarrel was, and urged withal96 Your high displeasure.
Friends, part! Lady Capulet He is a kinsman to the Montague. Some twenty of them fought in this black strife, And all those twenty could but kill one life. Romeo slew Tybalt; Romeo must not live. Prince Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio.
Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? Montague Not Romeo, Prince. I will be deaf to pleading and excuses; Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses. Let Romeo hence in haste, Else, when he is found, that hour is his last. Bear hence this body, and attend our will. Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. Spread thy close6 curtain, love-performing7 night, 5 That runaway8 eyes may wink,9 and Romeo Leap to these arms untalked of and unseen.
Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties, or, if love be blind, It best agrees with10 night. Come, civil11 night, 10 Thou sober-suited12 matron, all in black, And learn me how to lose a winning match,13 Played for a pair14 of stainless15 maidenhoods.
Come, Romeo. Come, loving, black-browed night, Give me my Romeo. O here comes my Nurse. Now, Nurse, what news? What hast thou there?
The cords That Romeo bid thee fetch? Nurse Ay, ay, the cords. Why dost thou wring thy hands Nurse Ah, weraday! We are undone,32 lady, we are undone.
Alack the day! Juliet Can heaven be so envious? O Romeo, Romeo, Who ever would have thought it? Juliet What devil art thou that dost torment me thus? This torture should be roared in dismal hell. Hath Romeo slain himself? Nurse I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes, God save the mark!
A piteous corse,41 a bloody piteous corse, 55 Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaubed42 in blood, All in gore43 blood. I swounded44 at the sight. Juliet O break,45 my heart. Poor bankrupt, break at once. Vile earth,46 to earth resign,47 end motion48 here, 60 And thou and Romeo press49 one heavy bier. O courteous Tybalt. Honest gentleman, That ever I should live to see thee dead. Juliet What storm is this that blows so contrary? My dear loved cousin, and my dearer lord? Nurse It did, it did, alas the day, it did.
Did ever dragon keep53 so fair a cave? Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace. Give me some aqua vitae. Shame come to Romeo. He was not born to shame. Nurse Will you speak well of him that killed your cousin? Juliet Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? Ah, poor my lord,61 what tongue shall smooth62 thy name When I, thy three hours wife, have mangled it? That villain cousin would have killed my husband. All this is comfort.
Wherefore weep I then? Will you go to them? I will bring you thither. Juliet Wash they his wounds with tears? Poor ropes, you are beguiled, Both you and I, for Romeo is exiled. Come, cords, come, Nurse. Nurse Hie to your chamber. I wot77 well where he is. He is hid at Laurence cell. Give this ring to my true knight And bid him come to take his last farewell.
What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand 5 That I yet know not? Friar Too familiar Is my dear son with such sour company. Romeo Ha, banishment? Romeo There is no world without4 Verona walls, But purgatory, torture, hell itself. Friar O deadly sin, O rude unthankfulness. Heaven is here 30 Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog And little mouse, every unworthy8 thing, Live here in heaven and may look on her, But Romeo may not.
And sayest thou yet that exile is not death? Friar Thou fond24 mad man, hear me a little speak. Romeo O thou wilt speak again of banishment. Hang up philosophy. Talk no more. Friar O then I see that madmen have no ears. Romeo How should they, when that28 wise men have no eyes? Friar Let me dispute29 with thee of thy estate. Good Romeo, hide thyself. Romeo Not I, unless the breath of heartsick groans Mist-like34 enfold me from the search35 of eyes.
Romeo, arise, 75 Thou wilt be taken. Whence come you? Nurse within Let me come in, and you shall know my errand. I come from Lady Juliet. Friar Welcome then. Friar There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. O woeful sympathy, 85 Piteous predicament. Stand up, stand up! Stand, an you be a man. Why should you fall into so deep an O? How is it with her? Where is she? And how doth she? And what says42 My concealed43 lady to our canceled love?
Nurse O she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps, And now falls on her bed, and then starts up, And Tybalt calls, and then on Romeo cries, And then down falls again. O tell me, friar, tell me, In what vile part of this anatomy Doth my name lodge? Art thou a man? Unseemly52 woman in a seeming53 man, Or ill beseeming beast in seeming both! Thou hast amazed me. By my holy order,54 I thought thy disposition55 better tempered.
Thy Juliet is alive, For whose dear sake thou wast but lately75 dead. There76 art thou happy. There art thou happy too. The law, that threatened death, becomes thy friend And turns it to exile. There art thou happy. A pack77 of blessings light upon thy back; Happiness courts thee in her best array;78 But like a misbehaved and sullen wench Thou pouts upon thy fortune and thy love. Commend me to thy lady, And bid her hasten all the house to bed, Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto.
Romeo is coming. Nurse O Lord, I could have stayed here all the night To hear good counsel. O what learning is. Romeo Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. Nurse starts to leave, then turns back Nurse Here is a ring she bid me give you, sir. Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.
Friar Go hence, good night — and here stands all your state: Either be gone before the watch be set, Or by the break of day, disguised, from hence. Sojourn in Mantua. Give me thy hand. Farewell, good night. Romeo But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It were a grief so brief to part92 with thee. Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly, And so did I.
Well, we were born to die. Madam, good night. Commend me to your daughter. Lady Capulet I will, and know3 her mind early tomorrow. I think she will be ruled7 In all respects by me. Nay more, I doubt it not. Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed. What day is this? Ha, ha! Well,Wednesday is too soon. Thursday let it be, a9 Thursday, tell her She shall be married to this noble earl. But what say you to Thursday? Capulet Well, get you gone. A Thursday be it then.
CAPULET But saying o'er what I have said before: My child is yet a stranger in the world; She hath not seen the change of fourteen years, Let two more summers wither in their pride, Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, She is the hopeful lady of my earth: But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, My will to her consent is but a part; An she agree, within her scope of choice Lies my consent and fair according voice.
This night I hold an old accustom'd feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you, among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
At my poor house look to behold this night Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light: Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well-apparell'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads, even such delight Among fresh female buds shall you this night Inherit at my house; hear all, all see, And like her most whose merit most shall be: Which on more view, of many mine being one May stand in number, though in reckoning none, Come, go with me.
To Servant, giving a paper. Nurse Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old, I bade her come. What, lamb! God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet! Or shall we on without a apology? BENVOLIO The date is out of such prolixity: We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf, Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper; Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke After the prompter, for our entrance: But let them measure us by what they will; We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.
Give me a case to put my visage in: A visor for a visor! Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me. ROMEO A torch for me: let wantons light of heart Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels, For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase; I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.
The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done. Come, we burn daylight, ho! Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits Five times in that ere once in our five wits.
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep; Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, The traces of the smallest spider's web, The collars of the moonshine's watery beams, Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film, Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat, Not so big as a round little worm Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight, O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees, O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, Then dreams, he of another benefice: Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.
This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night, And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs, Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes: This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That presses them and learns them first to bear, Making them women of good carriage: This is she-- ROMEO Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! Thou talk'st of nothing. MERCUTIO True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
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 despised life closed in my breast By some vile forfeit of untimely death. But He, that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen. Musicians waiting. He shift a trencher?
Second Servant When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing. First Servant Away with the joint-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. Antony, and Potpan! Second Servant Ay, boy, ready. First Servant You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the great chamber. Second Servant We cannot be here and there too.
Cheerly, boys; be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all. In this graphic version of Shakespeare's play, teenagers Romeo and Juliet, from rival families in Verona, fall deeply in love, with tragic consequences for both the Montagues and the Capulets. Skip to content. Yet love blossoms between Romeo and Juliet. A brawl between the kinsmen of the Houses leads to Romeo's exile, and from then on it is a series of misjudgments and chance - of time, place, and event that inexorably play out the lovers' doom.
One of the most popular of Shakespeare's plays, and one of his most performed, Romeo and Juliet is an enduring love story of emblematic proportions.
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