1. Two households, both alike in dignity,Copy !req
2. in fair Verona, where we lay our scene,Copy !req
3. from ancient grudge
break to new mutiny,Copy !req
4. where civil blood makes
civil hands unclean.Copy !req
5. From forth the fatal loins
of these two foesCopy !req
6. a pair of star-crossed lovers
take their life,Copy !req
7. whose misadventured
piteous overthrowsCopy !req
8. do with their death,
bury their parents' strife.Copy !req
9. The quarrel is between our masters
and us their men.Copy !req
10. 'Tis all one.Copy !req
11. Here come the house of the Montagues.Copy !req
12. Ah!Copy !req
13. - Good morrow.
- Ah! Good morrow to you, sir.Copy !req
14. Quarrel, I will back thee.Copy !req
15. Right. Fear me not.Copy !req
16. Come. Let's on.Copy !req
17. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? Hmm?Copy !req
18. I do bite my thumb, sir.Copy !req
19. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?Copy !req
20. Look at them.Copy !req
21. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb
at you, sir,Copy !req
22. but I do bite my thumb, sir.Copy !req
23. Do you quarrel, sir?Copy !req
24. - Quarrel, sir? No, sir.
- If you do, sir, I am for you.Copy !req
25. - I serve as good a man as you.
- No better?Copy !req
26. Yes, better, sir.Copy !req
27. You lie.Copy !req
28. Draw! Draw, if you be men!Copy !req
29. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.Copy !req
30. Part, fools! Put up your swords.
You know not what you do.Copy !req
31. The Prince hath forbid
this bandying in Verona streets.Copy !req
32. Here come the Capulets!Copy !req
33. Tybalt. Capulet's kinsman.Copy !req
34. What, art thou drawn
among these heartless hinds?Copy !req
35. Turn thee, Benvolio,
look upon thy death.Copy !req
36. I do but keep the peace.Copy !req
37. Put up thy sword or manage it
to part these men with me.Copy !req
38. Drawn and talk of peace?Copy !req
39. I hate the word, as I hate hell,
all Montagues and thee.Copy !req
40. - Have at thee, coward!
- Capulets!Copy !req
41. Montagues!Copy !req
42. Now hie thee home, fragment!Copy !req
43. Villain!Copy !req
44. Give me my long sword! Capulets!Copy !req
45. On to the market square!Copy !req
46. Capulets!Copy !req
47. Follow me! Follow me!Copy !req
48. Kill the villain Montague!Copy !req
49. My noble uncle!Copy !req
50. What?Copy !req
51. My sword! My sword!Copy !req
52. Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.Copy !req
53. Hold me not! Let me go!Copy !req
54. Montague!Copy !req
55. - Montague!
- Montague!Copy !req
56. Kill the villain Capulet!Copy !req
57. I'll strike thee, coward!Copy !req
58. The Prince is coming!
Put down your weapons!Copy !req
59. Here comes the Prince!Copy !req
60. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,Copy !req
61. throw your mistempered
weapons to the ground...Copy !req
62. Down with your weapons. Down, I say.Copy !req
63. and hear the sentence
of your moved Prince.Copy !req
64. Three civil brawls,Copy !req
65. bred of an airy word by thee,
old Capulet,Copy !req
66. and Montague,Copy !req
67. have thrice disturbed
the quiet of our streets.Copy !req
68. If ever you disturb our streets again,Copy !req
69. your lives shall pay the forfeit
of the peace.Copy !req
70. For this time, all the rest depart away.Copy !req
71. You, Capulet, shall go along with me.Copy !req
72. And, Montague,
come you this afternoon.Copy !req
73. Once more, on pain of death,Copy !req
74. all men depart!Copy !req
75. Where is Romeo? Saw you him today?Copy !req
76. Right glad I am he was not at this fray.Copy !req
77. An hour before the worshipped sunCopy !req
78. peered forth the golden window
of the east,Copy !req
79. a troubled mind
drove me to walk abroad,Copy !req
80. where underneath the grove
of sycamore did I see your son.Copy !req
81. Towards him I made,
but he was ware of meCopy !req
82. and stole into the cover of the wood.Copy !req
83. Many a morning
hath he there been seen.Copy !req
84. See, where he comes.Copy !req
85. So please you, step aside.Copy !req
86. I'll know his grievance
or be much denied.Copy !req
87. I would thou wert so happy
by thy stay, to hear true shrift.Copy !req
88. Come, madam, let's away.Copy !req
89. Good morrow, cousin.Copy !req
90. - Is the day so young?
- But new struck nine.Copy !req
91. Ay me! Sad hours seem long.Copy !req
92. Was that my father
that went hence so fast?Copy !req
93. - It was.
- Hmm.Copy !req
94. What sadness
lengthens Romeo's hours?Copy !req
95. Not having that, which, having,
makes them short.Copy !req
96. - But, Romeo...
- Farewell, coz.Copy !req
97. What fray was here?
Tell me not, for I have heard it all.Copy !req
98. Here's much to do with hate,Copy !req
99. and more with love.Copy !req
100. Soft! I will go along.Copy !req
101. But Montague is bound
as well as I in penalty alike.Copy !req
102. And 'tis not hard, I think, for men
as old as we to keep the peace.Copy !req
103. Of honourable reckoning are you both,Copy !req
104. and pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.
But...Copy !req
105. But now, my lord,
what say you to my suit?Copy !req
106. But saying o'er what I have said before.Copy !req
107. My child is yet a stranger in the world.Copy !req
108. She hath not seen the change
of 14 years.Copy !req
109. Let two more summers
wither in their pride,Copy !req
110. ere we think her ripe to be a bride.Copy !req
111. Younger than she
are happy mothers made.Copy !req
112. And too soon marred
are those so early made.Copy !req
113. The earth hath swallowed
all my hopes but she.Copy !req
114. She is the hopeful lady of my earth.Copy !req
115. But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart.Copy !req
116. My will to her consent is but a part.Copy !req
117. Oh!Copy !req
118. Peter!Copy !req
119. This night I hold
an old accustomed feast,Copy !req
120. whereto I have invited many a guest
such as I love, you among the store.Copy !req
121. One more, most welcome,
makes my number more.Copy !req
122. Nurse, where's my daughter?
Call her forth to me.Copy !req
123. By my maidenhead at 12 years old,
I bade her come.Copy !req
124. Where is the girl? Juliet!Copy !req
125. God forbid, where is the girl?Copy !req
126. Juliet! Where is the girl?Copy !req
127. Juliet!Copy !req
128. How now! Who calls?Copy !req
129. Your mother, your lady mother.Copy !req
130. it's your lady mother.Copy !req
131. Make haste, girl, make haste!
Where were you?Copy !req
132. Madam, I am here.Copy !req
133. What is your will?Copy !req
134. This is the matter.Copy !req
135. Make haste, girls. Come on.Copy !req
136. Nurse, give leave awhile.
We must talk in secret.Copy !req
137. Nurse, come back again.
I have remembered me.Copy !req
138. Thou s'hear our counsel.Copy !req
139. Thou knowest
my daughter's of a pretty age.Copy !req
140. - I can tell her age unto an hour.
- She's not 14.Copy !req
141. I'll lay 14 of my teeth,
and yet I have but four.Copy !req
142. She is not 14.
How long is it to Lammastide?Copy !req
143. - A fortnight and odd days.
- Even or odd,Copy !req
144. come Lammas Eve at night
shall she be 14.Copy !req
145. Susan and she, God rest
all Christian souls, were of an age.Copy !req
146. Susan is with God.
She was too good for me.Copy !req
147. But on Lammas Eve at night
shall she be 14.Copy !req
148. That shall she. I remember it well.Copy !req
149. My lord and you were then at Mantua.
Nay, I do bear a brain.Copy !req
150. But then she could stand high lone.Copy !req
151. Nay, she could have run
and waddled all about.Copy !req
152. For even the day before,
she broke her brow.Copy !req
153. And then my husband, oh,
God rest his soul, he were a merry man,Copy !req
154. took up the child.Copy !req
155. "Yea," quoth he,
"Dost thou fall upon thy face?Copy !req
156. "Thou wilt fall backward
when thou hast more wit."Copy !req
157. Nurse!Copy !req
158. And, by my holidame,Copy !req
159. the pretty wretch
left crying and said, "Ay."Copy !req
160. Enough. I pray thee, hold thy peace.Copy !req
161. Yes, madam.Copy !req
162. Now, Juliet.Copy !req
163. God mark thee to his grace!Copy !req
164. Thou wast the prettiest babe
that e'er I nursed.Copy !req
165. And I might live to see thee
married once, I have my wish.Copy !req
166. Marry? That "marry" is
the very theme I came to talk of.Copy !req
167. Tell me, daughter Juliet,Copy !req
168. how stands your disposition
to be married?Copy !req
169. - It is an honour that I dream not of.
- An honour!Copy !req
170. Were not I thine only nurse, I would say
thou hadst sucked wisdom from thy teat.Copy !req
171. Well, think of marriage now.
Younger than you, here in Verona,Copy !req
172. ladies of esteem
are made already mothers.Copy !req
173. I was your mother much upon
these years that you are now a maid.Copy !req
174. - Yes, I remember.
- Thus then in brief.Copy !req
175. The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.Copy !req
176. A man, young lady!Copy !req
177. Lady, such as all the world.
Why, he's a man of wax.Copy !req
178. Verona's summer
hath not such a flower.Copy !req
179. - Nay, he's a flower...
- Shh!Copy !req
180. What say you?Copy !req
181. Can you love the gentleman?Copy !req
182. Madam!Copy !req
183. The guests are come, supper served up.Copy !req
184. You called, my young lady asked for...Copy !req
185. We follow.Copy !req
186. Speak briefly.
Can you like of Paris' love?Copy !req
187. Uh...Copy !req
188. I'll look to like, if looking liking move.Copy !req
189. But no more deep will I endart mine eyeCopy !req
190. than your consent gives strength
to make it fly.Copy !req
191. - Juliet, the County stays.
- Madam, I come.Copy !req
192. Go, girl, seek happy nights
to happy days.Copy !req
193. Give me a case to put my visage in.Copy !req
194. A visor for a visor!Copy !req
195. What care I what curious eye
doth quote deformities?Copy !req
196. Here are the beetle brows
shall blush for me.Copy !req
197. Shall this speech be spoke for excuse?
Or shall we on without apology?Copy !req
198. The date is out of such prolixity.
Let them measure us by what they will.Copy !req
199. We'll measure them a measure,
and be gone.Copy !req
200. Knock and enter. And no sooner in,
but every man betake him to his legs.Copy !req
201. We mean well in going to this mask.Copy !req
202. - But 'tis no wit to go.
- Why, may one ask?Copy !req
203. - I dreamt a dream tonight.
- And so did I.Copy !req
204. Well, what was yours?Copy !req
205. That dreamers often lie.Copy !req
206. In bed asleep,
while they do dream things true.Copy !req
207. Then I see Queen Mab
hath been with you.Copy !req
208. Queen Mab?Copy !req
209. She is...Copy !req
210. She is the fairies' midwife,Copy !req
211. and she comes in state
no bigger than an agate-stoneCopy !req
212. on the forefinger of an alderman,Copy !req
213. drawn with a team of little atomies,Copy !req
214. athwart men's noses as they lie asleep.Copy !req
215. Her wagon-spokes are made
of long spinners' legs,Copy !req
216. and the cover of the wings
of grasshoppers.Copy !req
217. The traces of the smallest spider's webCopy !req
218. and the collars of the moonshine's
watery beams.Copy !req
219. Her whip, crack,Copy !req
220. is a cricket's bone, the lash of film.Copy !req
221. And in this state she gallops
night by night through lovers' brains,Copy !req
222. and then they dream of love.Copy !req
223. O'er ladies' lips,
who straight on kisses dream,Copy !req
224. which oft the angry Mab
with blisters plagues,Copy !req
225. because their breaths
with sweetmeats tainted are.Copy !req
226. And sometime comes she
with a tithe pig's tail,Copy !req
227. tickling a parson's nose
as he lies asleep.Copy !req
228. Then dreams he of another benefice.Copy !req
229. Amen.Copy !req
230. Sometimes she driveth
o'er a soldier's neck,Copy !req
231. and then dreams he of cutting
foreign throats, of breaches,Copy !req
232. ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
drums in his ear,Copy !req
233. at which he starts and wakes,
and being thus frightedCopy !req
234. swears a prayer or twoCopy !req
235. and sleeps again.Copy !req
236. This is that very Mab that plaits
the manes of horses in the night,Copy !req
237. and bakes the elf locks
in foul sluttish hairs,Copy !req
238. which, once untangled,
much misfortune bodes.Copy !req
239. This is the hag,
when maids lie on their backs,Copy !req
240. that presses them
and learns them first to bear,Copy !req
241. making them women of good carriage.Copy !req
242. This is she... This is she that...Copy !req
243. This is she.Copy !req
244. Peace, Mercutio, peace!Copy !req
245. Thou talk'st of nothing.Copy !req
246. True, true. I talk of dreams,Copy !req
247. which are the children of an idle brain,Copy !req
248. begot of nothing but vain fantasy,Copy !req
249. which is as thin of substance as the airCopy !req
250. and more inconstant than the wind,Copy !req
251. who woos even now
the frozen bosom of the north,Copy !req
252. and, being angered,
puffs away from thence,Copy !req
253. turning his side
to the dew-dropping south.Copy !req
254. This wind you talk of
blows us from ourselves.Copy !req
255. Strike, drum!Copy !req
256. On, lusty gentlemen!Copy !req
257. Romeo, we shall arrive too late.Copy !req
258. I fear too early,Copy !req
259. for my mind misgives,Copy !req
260. some consequence,
yet hanging in the stars,Copy !req
261. shall bitterly begin his fearful date
with this night's revelsCopy !req
262. and expire the term
of a despised life closed in my breastCopy !req
263. by some vile forfeit of untimely death.Copy !req
264. But he that hath the steerage
of my course,Copy !req
265. direct my sail!Copy !req
266. Enter my poor house! Welcome!Copy !req
267. My lovely niece! Welcome all!Copy !req
268. Be merry, gentlemen. Be lively, ladies.Copy !req
269. Welcome, gentlemen!Copy !req
270. I have seen the day
that I have worn a visorCopy !req
271. and could tell a whispering tale
in a fair lady's ear.Copy !req
272. 'Tis gone, 'tis gone.Copy !req
273. You are welcome, gentlemen! Ladies!Copy !req
274. She doth teach the torches
to burn bright!Copy !req
275. It seems she hangs upon
the cheek of nightCopy !req
276. as a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear.Copy !req
277. Beauty too rich for use,
for earth too dear.Copy !req
278. So shows a snowy dove trooping
with crows,Copy !req
279. as yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.Copy !req
280. Did my heart love till now?Copy !req
281. Forswear it, sight!Copy !req
282. For I ne'er saw true
beauty till this night.Copy !req
283. This, by his voice,
should be a Montague.Copy !req
284. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe.Copy !req
285. A villain come in spite
to scorn at our solemnity this night.Copy !req
286. Young Romeo?Copy !req
287. Dares the slave come hither
to fleer and scorn at our solemnity?Copy !req
288. He bears him like a portly gentleman,Copy !req
289. and Verona brags of him to be
a virtuous and well-managed youth.Copy !req
290. I would not here in my house
do him disparagement.Copy !req
291. Have patience, take no note of him.Copy !req
292. The morisca! The morisca!Copy !req
293. - Why, Uncle, 'tis a shame!
- Go to!Copy !req
294. You are a saucy boy.Copy !req
295. You'll make a mutiny among my guests?Copy !req
296. Am I the master here or you?Copy !req
297. - I will not endure him.
- You will not endure?Copy !req
298. He shall be endured or I know what.Copy !req
299. Well said, my hearts!Copy !req
300. You're a princox.Copy !req
301. Be quiet, or...Copy !req
302. For shame! I'll make you quiet.Copy !req
303. Leonardo will sing!
Leonardo, I pray thee, sing, sing!Copy !req
304. What is a youth?Copy !req
305. Impetuous fireCopy !req
306. What is a maid?
Ice and desireCopy !req
307. The world wags onCopy !req
308. A rose will bloomCopy !req
309. it then will fadeCopy !req
310. So does a youthCopy !req
311. So does the fairest maidCopy !req
312. Comes a time when one sweet smileCopy !req
313. Has its season for a whileCopy !req
314. Then love's in love with meCopy !req
315. Some they think only to marryCopy !req
316. Others will tease and tarryCopy !req
317. Mine is the very best parryCopy !req
318. Cupid, he rules us allCopy !req
319. Caper the caper, sing me the songCopy !req
320. Death will come soon to hush us alongCopy !req
321. Sweeter than honey and bitter as gallCopy !req
322. Love is a pastime that never will pallCopy !req
323. Sweeter than honey and bitter as gallCopy !req
324. Cupid, he rules us allCopy !req
325. A rose will bloomCopy !req
326. Then will fadeCopy !req
327. So does a youthCopy !req
328. So does the fairest maidCopy !req
329. if I profane with my unworthiest handCopy !req
330. this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this.Copy !req
331. My lips, two blushing pilgrims,
ready standCopy !req
332. to smooth the rough touch
with a gentle kiss.Copy !req
333. Good pilgrim,
you do wrong your hand too much,Copy !req
334. which mannerly devotion shows in this.Copy !req
335. For saints have hands
that pilgrims' hands do touch,Copy !req
336. and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.Copy !req
337. Have not saints lips
and holy palmers, too?Copy !req
338. Ay, pilgrim,
lips that they must use in prayer.Copy !req
339. O, then, dear saint,Copy !req
340. let lips do what hands do.Copy !req
341. They pray, grant thou,Copy !req
342. lest faith turn to despair.Copy !req
343. Saints do not move,
though grant for prayers' sake.Copy !req
344. Then move not,Copy !req
345. while my prayer's effect I take.Copy !req
346. Thus from my lipsCopy !req
347. by thine my sin is purged.Copy !req
348. Then have my lips
the sin that they have took.Copy !req
349. Sin from my lips?Copy !req
350. O trespass sweetly urged!Copy !req
351. Give me my sin again.Copy !req
352. A rose will bloomCopy !req
353. it then will fadeCopy !req
354. So does a youthCopy !req
355. So doesCopy !req
356. The fairest maidCopy !req
357. - Juliet! Lady Juliet!
- Nurse.Copy !req
358. Your mother craves a word.Copy !req
359. Make haste!Copy !req
360. - What is her mother?
- Mmm?Copy !req
361. Marry, bachelor,
her mother is the lady of the house.Copy !req
362. And a good lady,
and a wise and virtuous.Copy !req
363. I nursed her daughter
that you talked withal.Copy !req
364. I tell you, he that shall lay hold of her
shall have the chinks.Copy !req
365. Is she a Capulet?Copy !req
366. O dear account!Copy !req
367. My life is my foe's debt.Copy !req
368. What ho, my mistresses!Copy !req
369. What, will you be gone?Copy !req
370. For God, it is so very late
that we may call it early.Copy !req
371. Good night, sweet my lady Juliet.Copy !req
372. Come hither, nurse.
What is yon gentleman?Copy !req
373. - Count Paris.
- No. What's he that follows there?Copy !req
374. - I know not.
- Go ask his name.Copy !req
375. - Romeo of the house of Montague.
- What?Copy !req
376. His name is Romeo, and a Montague.
The only son of your great enemy.Copy !req
377. My only love sprung from my only hate!Copy !req
378. Too early seen unknown
and known too late!Copy !req
379. Prodigious birth of love it is to meCopy !req
380. that I must love a loathed enemy.Copy !req
381. Juliet! Lady Juliet!Copy !req
382. Madam!Copy !req
383. Romeo!Copy !req
384. Juliet!Copy !req
385. Romeo!Copy !req
386. Lady Juliet!Copy !req
387. Juliet!Copy !req
388. Romeo!Copy !req
389. One, two, three!Copy !req
390. Romeo!Copy !req
391. He is wise and on my life
hath stolen him home to bed.Copy !req
392. He leaped this orchard wall.
Call, good Mercutio.Copy !req
393. Romeo!Copy !req
394. Romeo! Passion lover! Madman!Copy !req
395. Romeo!Copy !req
396. He heareth not, he stirreth not,
he moveth not. The ape is dead.Copy !req
397. He jests at scars
that never felt a wound.Copy !req
398. Romeo, good night!Copy !req
399. But, soft!Copy !req
400. What light through
yonder window breaks?Copy !req
401. It is my lady.Copy !req
402. O it is my love!Copy !req
403. O that she knew she were!Copy !req
404. She speaks yet she says nothing.
What of that?Copy !req
405. Her eye discourses. I will answer it.Copy !req
406. I am too bold.Copy !req
407. 'Tis not to me she speaks.Copy !req
408. Two of the fairest stars
in all the heavens,Copy !req
409. having some business,
do entreat her eyesCopy !req
410. to twinkle in their spheres
till they return.Copy !req
411. See how she leans her cheek
upon her hand!Copy !req
412. O that I were a glove upon that hand
that I might touch that cheek!Copy !req
413. - Ay me!
- She speaks.Copy !req
414. O speak again, bright angel!Copy !req
415. O Romeo, Romeo!Copy !req
416. Wherefore art thou Romeo?Copy !req
417. Deny thy father and refuse thy name.Copy !req
418. Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my loveCopy !req
419. - and I'll no longer be a Capulet.
- Shall I hear more or speak at this?Copy !req
420. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.Copy !req
421. Thou art thyself,
though, not a Montague.Copy !req
422. What is Montague?Copy !req
423. It is nor hand, nor foot,
nor arm, nor face,Copy !req
424. nor any other part belonging to a man.Copy !req
425. O be some other name!Copy !req
426. What's in a name?Copy !req
427. That which we call a rose,Copy !req
428. by any other name
would smell as sweet.Copy !req
429. So Romeo would,
were he not Romeo called,Copy !req
430. retain that dear perfection
which he owes without that title.Copy !req
431. Romeo, doff thy name,Copy !req
432. and for that name which is
no part of thee take all myself.Copy !req
433. I take thee at thy word.Copy !req
434. Call me but love,
and I'll be new baptized.Copy !req
435. Henceforth I never will be Romeo.Copy !req
436. What man art thou
that thus bescreened in night,Copy !req
437. so stumblest on my counsel?Copy !req
438. By a name I know not
how to tell thee who I am.Copy !req
439. My name is hateful to myself
because it is an enemy to thee.Copy !req
440. Had I it written, I would tear the word.Copy !req
441. My ears have not yet drunkCopy !req
442. a hundred words
of that tongue's utterance,Copy !req
443. yet I know the sound.Copy !req
444. Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?Copy !req
445. Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.Copy !req
446. How camest thou hither and wherefore?Copy !req
447. The orchard walls are hard to climb,Copy !req
448. and the place death
if any of my kinsmen find thee here.Copy !req
449. With love's light wings
did I o'er-perch these walls.Copy !req
450. For stony limits cannot hold love out,Copy !req
451. and what love can do
that dares love attempt.Copy !req
452. Therefore thy kinsmen
are no stop to me.Copy !req
453. Shh!Copy !req
454. If they see thee, they will murder thee.Copy !req
455. I have night's cloak to hide me
from their eyes.Copy !req
456. And but thou love me,Copy !req
457. let them find me here.Copy !req
458. My life were better ended by their hateCopy !req
459. than death prorogued,
wanting of thy love.Copy !req
460. Dost thou love me?Copy !req
461. I know thou wilt say "Ay",
and I will take thy word.Copy !req
462. Yet if thou swear'st,
thou mayst prove false.Copy !req
463. At lovers' perjuries
they say Jove laughs.Copy !req
464. O gentle Romeo, if thou dost love,
pronounce it faithfully.Copy !req
465. Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,Copy !req
466. I'll frown and be perverse
and say thee nay, so thou wilt woo.Copy !req
467. But else, not for the world.Copy !req
468. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond.Copy !req
469. And therefore thou mayst think
my 'haviour light.Copy !req
470. But trust me, gentleman.Copy !req
471. I'll prove more true than those
that have more cunning to be strange.Copy !req
472. I should have been more strange,
I must confess,Copy !req
473. but that thou overheard'st,
ere I was ware, my true love's passion.Copy !req
474. Therefore pardon me,
and not impute this yielding to light love,Copy !req
475. which the dark night hath so discovered.Copy !req
476. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear...Copy !req
477. Swear not by the moon,Copy !req
478. the inconstant moon that
monthly changes in her circled orb,Copy !req
479. lest that thy love prove likewise variable.Copy !req
480. What shall I swear by?Copy !req
481. Do not swear at all.Copy !req
482. Or, if thou wilt,Copy !req
483. swear by thy gracious self,
which is the god of my idolatry,Copy !req
484. and I'll believe thee.Copy !req
485. If my heart's dear love... I swear!Copy !req
486. Juliet!Copy !req
487. Sweet, good night.Copy !req
488. This bud of love,
by summer's ripening breath,Copy !req
489. may prove a beauteous flower
when next we meet.Copy !req
490. Good night, good night!Copy !req
491. As sweet repose and rest come
to thy heart as that within my breast.Copy !req
492. Would thou leave me so unsatisfied?Copy !req
493. What satisfaction
canst thou have tonight?Copy !req
494. The exchange
of thy love's faithful vow for mine.Copy !req
495. I gave thee mine
before thou didst request it.Copy !req
496. And yet I would it were to give again.Copy !req
497. Wouldst thou withdraw it?Copy !req
498. For what purpose, love?Copy !req
499. But to be frank, and give it thee again.Copy !req
500. And yet I wish but for the thing I have.Copy !req
501. My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
my love as deep.Copy !req
502. The more I give to thee,
the more I have, for both are infinite.Copy !req
503. - Juliet!
- Anon, good nurse!Copy !req
504. - Sweet Montague, be true.
- Madam!Copy !req
505. - Stay but a little, I will come again.
- Madam? Lady Juliet!Copy !req
506. O blessed, blessed night!Copy !req
507. I am afeard, being in night,
all this is but a dream,Copy !req
508. too flattering-sweet to be substantial.Copy !req
509. Three words, dear Romeo,
and good night indeed.Copy !req
510. If that thy bent of love be honourable,
thy purpose marriage,Copy !req
511. send me word tomorrowCopy !req
512. where and what time
thou wilt perform the rite.Copy !req
513. And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
and follow thee throughout the world.Copy !req
514. - Madam!
- I come, anon.Copy !req
515. But if thou mean'st not well,
I do beseech thee.Copy !req
516. - Lady Juliet!
- By and by, I come!Copy !req
517. To cease thy suit,
and leave me to my grief.Copy !req
518. - Tomorrow will I send.
- So thrive my soul.Copy !req
519. A thousand times good night!Copy !req
520. Romeo! At what o'clock tomorrow
shall I send to thee?Copy !req
521. - At the hour of nine.
- I will not fail.Copy !req
522. It is 20 years till then.Copy !req
523. Romeo!Copy !req
524. - I have forgot why I did call thee back.
- Let me stand here till thou remember.Copy !req
525. I shall forget,
to have thee still stand there,Copy !req
526. remembering how I love thy company.Copy !req
527. And I'll still stay, to
have thee still forget,Copy !req
528. forgetting any other home but this.Copy !req
529. Good night, good night!Copy !req
530. Parting is such sweet sorrow that
I shall say good night till it be morrow.Copy !req
531. Friar Laurence!Copy !req
532. What early tongue
so sweet saluteth me?Copy !req
533. Good morrow, Father!Copy !req
534. Young son,
it argues a distempered head,Copy !req
535. so soon to bid good morrow to thy bed.Copy !req
536. Thy earliness doth me assure thou art
up-roused with some distemperature.Copy !req
537. If not so, then here I put it right,Copy !req
538. our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight.Copy !req
539. That last is true.
The sweeter rest was mine.Copy !req
540. God pardon sin!
Wast thou with Rosaline?Copy !req
541. With Rosaline? My ghostly father, no.Copy !req
542. I have forgot that name,
and that name's woe.Copy !req
543. Good son. Where hast thou been, then?Copy !req
544. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask again.Copy !req
545. I have been feasting with mine enemy,Copy !req
546. where on a sudden
one hath wounded me.Copy !req
547. Be plain and homely in thy drift.Copy !req
548. Riddling confession
finds but riddling shrift.Copy !req
549. Then plainly know.Copy !req
550. My heart's dear love is set
on the fair daughter of rich Capulet.Copy !req
551. As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine.Copy !req
552. And all combined, save what thou
must combine by holy marriage.Copy !req
553. When and where and how we met,
we wooed and exchanged vow,Copy !req
554. I'll tell thee as we pass, but this I pray,
that thou consent to marry us today.Copy !req
555. Holy Saint Francis!Copy !req
556. Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear,
so soon forsaken?Copy !req
557. Young men's love then lies not truly
in their hearts, but in their eyes.Copy !req
558. What a deal of brine hath washed
thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!Copy !req
559. And art thou changed?
Pronounce this sentence then.Copy !req
560. Women may fall,
when there's no strength in men.Copy !req
561. - Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.
- For doting, not for loving.Copy !req
562. Yes, for loving.Copy !req
563. And bad'st me bury love.Copy !req
564. Not in a grave to lay one in,
another out to have.Copy !req
565. Come, young waverer.Copy !req
566. Come, go with me.Copy !req
567. In one respect I'll thy assistant be.Copy !req
568. Oh, Father!Copy !req
569. For this alliance may so happy prove,Copy !req
570. to turn your households'
rancour to pure love.Copy !req
571. - Let us hence. I stand on sudden haste.
- Shh!Copy !req
572. Wisely and slow.
They stumble that run fast.Copy !req
573. Shh!Copy !req
574. Where the devil should this Romeo be,
hmm?Copy !req
575. Came he not home tonight, hmm?Copy !req
576. Huh?Copy !req
577. Came he not home tonight?Copy !req
578. - Who?
- Romeo.Copy !req
579. Not to his father's. I spoke with his man.Copy !req
580. Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet,
hath sent a letter to his father's house.Copy !req
581. - A challenge, on my life.
- Romeo will answer it.Copy !req
582. Any man that can write
may answer a letter.Copy !req
583. He will answer the letter's master,
how he dares, being dared.Copy !req
584. Alas, poor Romeo! He is already dead,Copy !req
585. stabbed with a white wench's black eye,Copy !req
586. run through the ear with a love-song,Copy !req
587. the very pin of his heart cleft
with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft.Copy !req
588. - And is he a man to encounter Tybalt?
- Why, what is Tybalt?Copy !req
589. More than Prince of Cats, I can tell you.Copy !req
590. Ah, good morrow to you both.Copy !req
591. That we should be thus afflicted
with these strange flies,Copy !req
592. these fashion-mongers,
these pardonnez-mois.Copy !req
593. Signor Romeo, bonjour!Copy !req
594. Ah, bonjour.Copy !req
595. There's a French salutation
to your French slop.Copy !req
596. You gave us the counterfeit last night.Copy !req
597. What counterfeit?Copy !req
598. The slip, sir. Can you not conceive?Copy !req
599. Pardon, good Mercutio,
my business was great.Copy !req
600. Ooh!Copy !req
601. In such a case
a man may strain courtesy.Copy !req
602. Come between us, good Benvolio.
My wit faints.Copy !req
603. Thy wit is very bitter sweeting.
It is most sharp sauce.Copy !req
604. Why, is not this better now
than groaning for love?Copy !req
605. Now art thou sociable,
now art thou Romeo.Copy !req
606. Now art thou what thou art,
by art as well as by nature.Copy !req
607. For this drivelling love
is like a great naturalCopy !req
608. that runs lolling up and down
to hide his bauble in a hole.Copy !req
609. - Stop there!
- Thou desirest me to stop in my tale?Copy !req
610. Thou wouldst else have made
thy tale large.Copy !req
611. Thou art deceived for I was come
to the whole depth of my taleCopy !req
612. and meant to occupy the argument
no longer.Copy !req
613. Here's goodly gear!Copy !req
614. Here's a fine barge!Copy !req
615. A sail, a sail!Copy !req
616. Two, two! A shirt and a smock.Copy !req
617. - Peter!
- Anon!Copy !req
618. My fan, Peter.Copy !req
619. Good Peter, to hide her face,
for her fan's the fairer of the two.Copy !req
620. - God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
- God ye good e'en, fair gentlewoman.Copy !req
621. - Is it good e'en, I pray?
- 'Tis no less,Copy !req
622. for the bawdy hand of the dial
is now upon the prick of noon.Copy !req
623. What a man are you?Copy !req
624. One, gentlewoman,
that God hath made himself to mar.Copy !req
625. By my troth, it is well said.
"For himself to mar," quoth 'a?Copy !req
626. Gentlemen, can any of you tell me
where I may find young Romeo?Copy !req
627. Shh!Copy !req
628. I am the youngest of that name,
for fault of a worse.Copy !req
629. If you be he, sir,
I desire some conference with you.Copy !req
630. - She'll invite him to some supper.
- A bawd, a bawd!Copy !req
631. A bawd!Copy !req
632. You filthy bum!Copy !req
633. Farewell, ancient lady.Copy !req
634. Scurvy knave! Scurvy knave!Copy !req
635. I am none of his flirt-gills!
I am none of his skains-mates!Copy !req
636. Cur! Lousy knave! Lousy knave!Copy !req
637. I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant
was this, so full of his property?Copy !req
638. A gentleman, nurse,
that loves to hear himself talk,Copy !req
639. and will speak more in a minute
than he'll stand to in a month.Copy !req
640. If he speak anything against me,Copy !req
641. I'll take him down and 20 such Jacks!Copy !req
642. And if I cannot, I'll
find those that shall.Copy !req
643. And thou must stand by tooCopy !req
644. and suffer every knave
to use me at his pleasure!Copy !req
645. Oh...Copy !req
646. Punk rampant!Copy !req
647. Pray you, sir, a word.Copy !req
648. Ooh!Copy !req
649. Beef wit!Copy !req
650. My young lady bade me inquire you out.Copy !req
651. What she bid me say, I'll keep to myself,
but first let me tell ye.Copy !req
652. If ye should lead her
in a fool's paradise...Copy !req
653. - Nurse...
- Shh!Copy !req
654. as they say,
it were a very gross kind of behaviour.Copy !req
655. For the gentlewoman is young,Copy !req
656. and if you should deal double with her,Copy !req
657. 'twere an ill thing to be offered to any
gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.Copy !req
658. Commend me to thy lady and mistress.
I protest unto thee.Copy !req
659. Bid her devise some means
to come to shrift this afternoon.Copy !req
660. And there she shall at Friar Laurence's
cell be shrived and married.Copy !req
661. Here's for thy pains.Copy !req
662. - No truly, sir. Not a penny.
- Go to, I say you shall.Copy !req
663. Well...Copy !req
664. Sir, my mistress is the sweetest lady!Copy !req
665. - When she were a little prating thing...
- Goodbye.Copy !req
666. There is a nobleman, Paris,
that would fain lay knife aboard.Copy !req
667. I anger her sometimes and
say that Paris is the properer man.Copy !req
668. - Commend me to thy lady.
- A thousand times.Copy !req
669. Ooh! Ooh.Copy !req
670. The clock struck nine
when I did send the nurse.Copy !req
671. In half an hour she promised to return.Copy !req
672. Perchance she cannot meet him.Copy !req
673. That's not so. O, she is lame!Copy !req
674. Love's heralds should be thoughts.Copy !req
675. Had she affections
and warm youthful blood,Copy !req
676. she would be as swift in motion
as a ball.Copy !req
677. But old folks,
many feign as they were dead.Copy !req
678. Unwieldy, slow, heavy, and pale as lead.Copy !req
679. O God, she comes!
Honey nurse, what news?Copy !req
680. O Lord, why look'st thou sad?Copy !req
681. Oh...Copy !req
682. Though news be sad,
yet tell them merrily.Copy !req
683. Send thy man away.Copy !req
684. - Peter, stay at the gate!
- Go on.Copy !req
685. Hast thou met with him?Copy !req
686. Ooh, I am a-weary, give me leave awhile.Copy !req
687. Fie, how my bones ache!Copy !req
688. Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse.Copy !req
689. Tell me! What says my love?Copy !req
690. Your love says,
like an honest gentleman,Copy !req
691. and a courteous,Copy !req
692. and a kind, and a handsome
and I warrant him a virtuous...Copy !req
693. - Where's your mother?
- Where is my mother?Copy !req
694. She is within. Where should she be?
How oddly thou repliest!Copy !req
695. "Your love says, like an honest
gentleman, 'Where is your mother?"'Copy !req
696. Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow.Copy !req
697. Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
Do your messages yourself.Copy !req
698. Here's such a coil!Copy !req
699. Come, what says Romeo?Copy !req
700. - Have you leave to go to shrift today?
- I have.Copy !req
701. Then hie you hence
to Friar Laurence's cell.Copy !req
702. There stays a husband
to make you a wife.Copy !req
703. Now comes the wanton blood
up in your cheeks.Copy !req
704. They'll be in scarlet straight
at any news.Copy !req
705. Hie you to church.Copy !req
706. - I'll to dinner.
- Honest nurse, farewell.Copy !req
707. So smile the heavens upon this holy act,Copy !req
708. that after-hours
with sorrow chide us not.Copy !req
709. Amen, amen.Copy !req
710. But come what sorrow can, it cannot
countervail the exchange of joyCopy !req
711. that one short minute gives me
in her sight.Copy !req
712. These violent delights have violent ends
and in their triumph die,Copy !req
713. like fire and powder,
which as they kiss consume.Copy !req
714. The sweetest honey is loathsome
in its own deliciousness.Copy !req
715. And in the taste confounds the appetite.Copy !req
716. Therefore love moderately.Copy !req
717. Long love doth so.Copy !req
718. Ah, here comes the lady.Copy !req
719. So light a foot will ne'er wear outCopy !req
720. - the everlasting flint.
- Juliet!Copy !req
721. Good even to my ghostly confessor.Copy !req
722. Romeo shall thank thee for us both.Copy !req
723. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
be heaped like mine,Copy !req
724. that thy skill be more to blazon it,Copy !req
725. then sweeten with thy breath
this neighbour air.Copy !req
726. They are but beggars
that can count their worth.Copy !req
727. My true love is grown to such excessCopy !req
728. I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.Copy !req
729. Come with me.Copy !req
730. We'll make short work
for you shall not stay aloneCopy !req
731. till Holy Church incorporate two in one.Copy !req
732. I pray thee, Mercutio, let's retire.Copy !req
733. The day is hot.Copy !req
734. The Capulets abroad.Copy !req
735. if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl.Copy !req
736. For now, these hot days,
is the mad blood stirring.Copy !req
737. Mercutio, let's retire.Copy !req
738. Thou art like one of these fellows
that when he enters a tavernCopy !req
739. claps me his sword on the table and
says, "God send me no need of thee!"Copy !req
740. And by the operation of the second cupCopy !req
741. draws him on the drawer
when there is no need.Copy !req
742. Am I like such a fellow?Copy !req
743. If there were two such we'd have none
shortly, for one would kill the other!Copy !req
744. Thou hast quarrelled with a man
for coughingCopy !req
745. because he hath wakened thy dog
that hath lain asleep in the sun!Copy !req
746. Blah, blah, blah! And thou wilt
tutor me from quarrelling? Ha!Copy !req
747. Mercutio!Copy !req
748. By my head, here come the Capulets.Copy !req
749. By my heel, I care not.Copy !req
750. Gentlemen, good-den.Copy !req
751. - Good-den.
- A word with one of you.Copy !req
752. And but one word with one of us?Copy !req
753. Couple it with something,
make it a word and a blow.Copy !req
754. You shall find me apt enough for that,
sir, and you will give me occasion.Copy !req
755. Can you not take some occasion
without the giving?Copy !req
756. Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo.Copy !req
757. Consort? What,
dost thou make us minstrels?Copy !req
758. If you make minstrels of us,
look to hear nothing but discords.Copy !req
759. Here's my fiddlestick.Copy !req
760. Here's that shall make you dance.
'Zounds, consort!Copy !req
761. We talk here in the public haunt of men.Copy !req
762. Withdraw unto some private place
or reason coldly of your grievances.Copy !req
763. Or else depart.
Here all eyes gaze on us.Copy !req
764. Men's eyes were made to look,
and let them gaze.Copy !req
765. I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I!Copy !req
766. Well, peace be with you, sir.
Here comes my man.Copy !req
767. Mercutio!Copy !req
768. Tybalt.Copy !req
769. Romeo, the love I bear thee
can afford no better term than this.Copy !req
770. Thou art a villain.Copy !req
771. Tybalt, the reason
that I have to love theeCopy !req
772. doth much excuse the appertaining
rage to such a greeting.Copy !req
773. Villain am I none.Copy !req
774. Therefore farewell.
I see thou know'st me not.Copy !req
775. Boy!Copy !req
776. This shall not excuse
the injuries thou hast done me.Copy !req
777. Therefore turn and draw!Copy !req
778. I do protest, I never injured thee,Copy !req
779. but love thee better
than thou canst devise,Copy !req
780. till thou shalt know the reason
of my love.Copy !req
781. And so, good Capulet,Copy !req
782. which name I tender
as dearly as mine own, be satisfied.Copy !req
783. - No, Mercutio!
- Calm, dishonourable, vile submission!Copy !req
784. - No, Mercutio!
- Leave me!Copy !req
785. - Tybalt, you rat-catcher.
- What wouldst thou have with me?Copy !req
786. Good King of Cats,
nothing but one of your nine livesCopy !req
787. that I mean to make bold withal,
and as you shall use me hereafterCopy !req
788. - dry-beat the rest of the eight!
- Please, good Mercutio!Copy !req
789. Will you pluck your sword
out of his pilcher by the ears?Copy !req
790. Make haste, lest mine be
about your ears ere it be out!Copy !req
791. I am for you, sir.Copy !req
792. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up!Copy !req
793. Come on, come!Copy !req
794. Benvolio, beat down their weapons.
Gentlemen, forbear this outrage!Copy !req
795. The Prince expressly hath forbid
this bandying in Verona streets.Copy !req
796. - Leave us!
- Leave us. Away, you coward!Copy !req
797. Go hang thyself.Copy !req
798. Cut his hair, Tybalt!Copy !req
799. Make haste, Tybalt!
We cannot wait all day.Copy !req
800. Mother's baby's
dropped his sword!Copy !req
801. Tybalt, no!Copy !req
802. Gentlemen, restrain!Copy !req
803. Mercutio, come!Copy !req
804. Begone!Copy !req
805. Fly, Tybalt. Away!Copy !req
806. I am hurt.Copy !req
807. - I'm hurt.
- What, art thou hurt?Copy !req
808. A scratch, a scratch. Marry, 'tis enough.Copy !req
809. Courage, man.
The hurt cannot be much.Copy !req
810. 'Tis not so deep as a well,
nor so wide as a church door.Copy !req
811. But 'tis enough!Copy !req
812. You ask for me tomorrow,
and you shall find me a grave man.Copy !req
813. Where is my page?Copy !req
814. Go, villain, and fetch me a surgeon.
Fetch me a surgeon!Copy !req
815. Did he hurt you?
No.Copy !req
816. Why the devil came you between us?Copy !req
817. I was hurt under your arm.Copy !req
818. I thought all for the best.Copy !req
819. Help me into some house, Benvolio,
or I shall faint.Copy !req
820. A plague on both your houses!Copy !req
821. He drinks too much wine!Copy !req
822. They've made worms' meat of me!Copy !req
823. I have it, and soundly, too.Copy !req
824. Your houses!Copy !req
825. He jests!Copy !req
826. Romeo!Copy !req
827. Brave Mercutio's dead!Copy !req
828. This day's black fate on more days
doth depend.Copy !req
829. This but begins the woe
others must end.Copy !req
830. He gone in triumph and Mercutio slain!Copy !req
831. Away to heaven, respective lenity,Copy !req
832. fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!Copy !req
833. Tybalt!Copy !req
834. Romeo!Copy !req
835. There he goes. This way!Copy !req
836. Tybalt!Copy !req
837. Now, Tybalt, take the villain back
again that late thou gavest me.Copy !req
838. For Mercutio's soul is
but a little way above our heads,Copy !req
839. staying for thine to keep him company.Copy !req
840. Either thou or I, or both,
must go with him!Copy !req
841. Away!Copy !req
842. Let him go!Copy !req
843. Have this!Copy !req
844. Sword, Romeo!Copy !req
845. Thou wretched boy that didst consort
him here shalt with him hence.Copy !req
846. This shall determine that!Copy !req
847. Keep your feet, Romeo.Copy !req
848. Attack the head, Romeo!Copy !req
849. - Give me your sword!
- Quick!Copy !req
850. Come on, Tybalt!
Watch his feet!Copy !req
851. Give him a sword!Copy !req
852. A sword! A sword!Copy !req
853. lnto the square!Copy !req
854. A sword!Copy !req
855. A sword! Give it to me!Copy !req
856. Your sword, Romeo!Copy !req
857. Romeo, away! Be gone!Copy !req
858. The citizens are up. Stand not amazed.Copy !req
859. The Prince will doom thee death
if thou art taken!Copy !req
860. Hence, be gone, away!Copy !req
861. O, I am fortune's fool!Copy !req
862. I am fortune's fool!Copy !req
863. I am fortune's fool!Copy !req
864. A curse on the Montagues!Copy !req
865. Tybalt!Copy !req
866. The best friend I had!Copy !req
867. O courteous Tybalt, honest gentleman!Copy !req
868. That ever I should live to see thee dead!Copy !req
869. O God!Copy !req
870. Did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?Copy !req
871. - It did, it did. Alas the day, it did!
- O nurse!Copy !req
872. O serpent heart,
hid with a flowering face!Copy !req
873. Was ever book containing
such vile matter so fairly bound?Copy !req
874. There's no faith, no trust,
no honesty in men.Copy !req
875. All perjured, all forsworn, all naught,
all dissemblers.Copy !req
876. Shame come to Romeo!Copy !req
877. Blistered be thy tongue for such a wish!Copy !req
878. He was not born to shame!Copy !req
879. Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit.Copy !req
880. Would you speak well of him
that killed your cousin?Copy !req
881. Shall I speak ill of him
that is my husband?Copy !req
882. Poor my lord!Copy !req
883. What tongue shall smooth thy name,
when I,Copy !req
884. thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?Copy !req
885. But wherefore, villain,
didst thou kill my cousin?Copy !req
886. To the Prince!Copy !req
887. Prince! Prince!Copy !req
888. Speak, Benvolio! Speak!Copy !req
889. - Go on, speak!
- Prince, as thou art true,Copy !req
890. for blood of ours
shed blood of Montague!Copy !req
891. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?Copy !req
892. Tybalt, here slain!Copy !req
893. Romeo did speak him fair,Copy !req
894. did him bethink
how nice the quarrel was,Copy !req
895. and urged withal your high displeasure.Copy !req
896. It's true, Prince!Copy !req
897. Affection makes him false!
He speaks not true!Copy !req
898. I beg forjustice,
which thou, Prince, must give!Copy !req
899. Romeo slew Tybalt.
Romeo must not live!Copy !req
900. Romeo slew him.Copy !req
901. He slew Mercutio.Copy !req
902. Who now the price of his dear blood
doth owe?Copy !req
903. Not Romeo, Prince.Copy !req
904. He was Mercutio's friend.Copy !req
905. His fault concludes
but what the law should end.Copy !req
906. The life of Tybalt!Copy !req
907. And for that of fence
immediately we do exile him hence!Copy !req
908. Let Romeo hence in haste,Copy !req
909. else, when he's found,
that hour is his last.Copy !req
910. Banishment!Copy !req
911. Be merciful, say "death"!
Do not say "banishment"!Copy !req
912. Arise! One knocks.Copy !req
913. Good Romeo, hide thyself.Copy !req
914. Who's there?Copy !req
915. Who knocks so hard?Copy !req
916. Whence come you?Copy !req
917. What's your will?Copy !req
918. Let me come in
and you shall know my errand.Copy !req
919. I come from Lady Juliet.Copy !req
920. Welcome, then.Copy !req
921. Holy friar, O tell me, holy friar,Copy !req
922. where's my lady's lord?
Where's Romeo?Copy !req
923. There, with his own tears made drunk.Copy !req
924. There is no world without Verona walls!Copy !req
925. Even so lies she, blubbering
and weeping, weeping and blubbering.Copy !req
926. Stand up!Copy !req
927. Stand, and you be a man.Copy !req
928. For Juliet's sake, for her sake,
rise and stand.Copy !req
929. - Why should you fall into so deep an O?
- Nurse!Copy !req
930. Sir, sir! Death's the end of all.Copy !req
931. Speakst thou of Juliet?Copy !req
932. How is it with her?
Doth she not think me an old murderer?Copy !req
933. Where is she? How doth she?Copy !req
934. What says my concealed lady
to our cancelled love?Copy !req
935. She says nothing but weeps and weeps,Copy !req
936. and Tybalt calls
and then on Romeo cries.Copy !req
937. As if that name did murder her.
O tell me, friar, tell me!Copy !req
938. In what vile part of this anatomy
doth my name lodge?Copy !req
939. Tell me, that I may sack
the hateful mansion!Copy !req
940. - Hold thy desperate hand!
- By heavens, leave me!Copy !req
941. Thou hast amazed me.Copy !req
942. Art thou a man?Copy !req
943. Thy form cries out thou art.Copy !req
944. Thy tears are womanish!Copy !req
945. Thy wild acts denote
the unreasonable fury of a beast!Copy !req
946. Hast thou slain Tybalt?Copy !req
947. Would thou slay thyself and slay thy lady
by doing damned hate upon thyself?Copy !req
948. Rouse thee, man!Copy !req
949. Thy Juliet is alive!Copy !req
950. There art thou happy!Copy !req
951. Tybalt would kill thee,
but thou slew'st Tybalt.Copy !req
952. There art thou happy.Copy !req
953. The law becomes thy friend
and turns death to exile.Copy !req
954. There art thou happy!Copy !req
955. A pack of blessings light upon thy back.Copy !req
956. Ascend her chamber,
hence and comfort her.Copy !req
957. But look thou stay
not till the watch be set,Copy !req
958. for then thou canst not pass to Mantua.Copy !req
959. Where thou shalt live,Copy !req
960. till we find a time
to blaze your marriage,Copy !req
961. beg pardon of the Prince,Copy !req
962. and call thee home with twenty
hundred thousand times more joyCopy !req
963. than thou went'st forth in lamentation.Copy !req
964. Go before, nurse.
Commend me to thy lady.Copy !req
965. Bid her hasten all to bed,Copy !req
966. which heavy sorrow
makes them apt unto.Copy !req
967. Romeo is coming.Copy !req
968. Wilt thou be gone?Copy !req
969. it is not yet near day.Copy !req
970. It was the nightingale, and not the lark,Copy !req
971. that pierced the fearful hollow
of thine ear.Copy !req
972. Nightly she sings
on yon pomegranate tree.Copy !req
973. Believe me, love,
it was the nightingale.Copy !req
974. It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
no nightingale.Copy !req
975. Night's candles are burnt out.Copy !req
976. And jocund day stands tiptoe
on the misty mountain tops.Copy !req
977. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.Copy !req
978. Yond light is not daylight.Copy !req
979. I know it, I.Copy !req
980. Therefore stay yet.
Thou need'st not to be gone.Copy !req
981. Let me be taken,
let me be put to death.Copy !req
982. I am content, so thou wilt have it so.Copy !req
983. I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye.Copy !req
984. Nor that is not the lark,Copy !req
985. whose notes do beat the vaulty heaven
so high above our heads.Copy !req
986. I have more care to stay than will to go.Copy !req
987. Come, death, and welcome!
Juliet wills it so.Copy !req
988. it is! it is. Hie hence, be gone, away!Copy !req
989. Romeo, it is!Copy !req
990. It is the lark that sings so out of tune,Copy !req
991. straining harsh discords
and unpleasing sharps.Copy !req
992. Some say the lark
makes sweet division.Copy !req
993. This doth not so, for she divideth us.Copy !req
994. So, now be gone.
More light and light it grows.Copy !req
995. More light and light.Copy !req
996. More dark and dark our woes!Copy !req
997. Madam! Your lady mother
comes to your chamber!Copy !req
998. Your lady mother is coming
to your chamber.Copy !req
999. The day is broke. Look about.Copy !req
1000. Art thou gone so? My husband, friend!Copy !req
1001. I must hear from thee
every day in the hour,Copy !req
1002. for in a minute there are many days.Copy !req
1003. O, by this count I shall be much in
years ere I again behold my Romeo!Copy !req
1004. I will omit no opportunity that may
convey my greetings, love, to thee.Copy !req
1005. Think'st thou we shall ever meet again?Copy !req
1006. I doubt it not.Copy !req
1007. And all these woes shall serve for
sweet discourses in our time to come.Copy !req
1008. Farewell, farewell!Copy !req
1009. One kiss, and I'll descend.Copy !req
1010. Adieu.Copy !req
1011. Adieu!Copy !req
1012. O God!Copy !req
1013. We will have vengeance for it,
fear thou not.Copy !req
1014. Then weep no more.Copy !req
1015. I'll send to one in Mantua, where
that same banished runagate doth live,Copy !req
1016. shall give him
such an unaccustomed dramCopy !req
1017. that he shall soon keep Tybalt company.Copy !req
1018. But now I'll tell thee
joyful tidings, girl.Copy !req
1019. Thou hast a careful father.Copy !req
1020. One who, to put thee
from thy heaviness,Copy !req
1021. hath sorted out a sudden day of joy.Copy !req
1022. Joy comes well in such a needy time.Copy !req
1023. Marry, my child,
early next Thursday morn,Copy !req
1024. the gallant, young and noble prince,
the County Paris,Copy !req
1025. at St Peter's Church, shall happily
make thee there a joyful bride.Copy !req
1026. Now, by St Peter's Church
and Peter, too,Copy !req
1027. he shall not make me
there a joyful bride!Copy !req
1028. No! No!Copy !req
1029. So it is concluded.Copy !req
1030. Son Paris.Copy !req
1031. How now, wife.
Have you delivered to her our decree?Copy !req
1032. Ay, sir. But she will none,
she gives you thanks.Copy !req
1033. I would the fool were married
to her grave!Copy !req
1034. Soft!Copy !req
1035. Take me with you.Copy !req
1036. Take me with you, wife.Copy !req
1037. How! Will she none?Copy !req
1038. Doth she not give us thanks?
Is she not proud?Copy !req
1039. Doth she not count her blestCopy !req
1040. that we have wrought so worthy
a gentleman to be her bridegroom?Copy !req
1041. Wretched fool! Let me see her!Copy !req
1042. Ungrateful baggage!
Thou shalt not house with me.Copy !req
1043. Fie! What, are you mad?Copy !req
1044. Hang thee, young baggage!
Disobedient wretch!Copy !req
1045. Get thee to church on Thursday,
or never after look me in the face.Copy !req
1046. - Father, I beseech you!
- Reply not!Copy !req
1047. - Do not answer me! My fingers itch.
- God in heaven bless her!Copy !req
1048. - You are to blame to rate her so.
- And why?Copy !req
1049. Hold your tongue, good prudence! Go!Copy !req
1050. I speak no treason. May not one speak?Copy !req
1051. Peace, you mumbling fool!
Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl!Copy !req
1052. You are too hot.Copy !req
1053. God's bread, it makes me mad!Copy !req
1054. Thursday is near.
Lay hand on heart, advise.Copy !req
1055. And you be mine,
I'll give you to my friend.Copy !req
1056. And you be not, hang, beg, starve,
die in the streets!Copy !req
1057. For I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,Copy !req
1058. nor what is mine
shall never do thee good!Copy !req
1059. - Father!
- Trust to't, bethink you.Copy !req
1060. I'll not be forsworn!Copy !req
1061. Oh, no! No!Copy !req
1062. O sweet my mother, cast me not away!Copy !req
1063. - Delay this marriage for a month.
- Talk not to me. I'll not speak a word!Copy !req
1064. Do as thou wilt,
for I have done with thee.Copy !req
1065. O God!Copy !req
1066. O nurse!Copy !req
1067. How shall this be prevented?
What say'st thou?Copy !req
1068. Hast thou not a word of joy?
Some comfort, nurse.Copy !req
1069. Faith, here it is.Copy !req
1070. Romeo is banished.Copy !req
1071. All the world to nothing that he dares
ne'er come back to challenge you.Copy !req
1072. Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.Copy !req
1073. Then, since the case so stands
as now it doth,Copy !req
1074. I think it best you marry with the County.Copy !req
1075. True.Copy !req
1076. O, he's a lovely gentleman.Copy !req
1077. Romeo is a dishclout to him!Copy !req
1078. An eagle, madam, hath not so green,
so quick, so fair an eye as Paris hath.Copy !req
1079. I think you are happy
in this second matchCopy !req
1080. for it excels your first.Copy !req
1081. Or if it did not, your first is dead.Copy !req
1082. Or 'twere as good he were,
as living here and you no use of him.Copy !req
1083. Speakest thou from thy heart?Copy !req
1084. And from my soul, too.Copy !req
1085. - Or else beshrew them both.
- Amen!Copy !req
1086. What?Copy !req
1087. Well, thou hast comforted me
marvellous much.Copy !req
1088. Go in and tell my lady I am gone,Copy !req
1089. having displeased my father,
to Laurence's cellCopy !req
1090. to make confession and to be absolved.Copy !req
1091. Marry, I shall.Copy !req
1092. - This is wisely done.
- Go!Copy !req
1093. You say you do not know
the lady's mind?Copy !req
1094. Uneven is the course. I like it not.Copy !req
1095. Immoderately she weeps
for Tybalt's death,Copy !req
1096. and therefore have I little talked of love,Copy !req
1097. for Venus smiles not
in a house of tears.Copy !req
1098. Happily met, my lady and my wife.Copy !req
1099. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.Copy !req
1100. Come you to make confession
to this father?Copy !req
1101. Are you at leisure, holy father, now?Copy !req
1102. Or shall I come to you at evening mass?Copy !req
1103. My leisure serves me,
pensive daughter, now.Copy !req
1104. My lord, we must entreat the time alone.Copy !req
1105. God shield I should disturb devotion!Copy !req
1106. Juliet, on Thursday early
will I rouse thee.Copy !req
1107. Till then, adieu.Copy !req
1108. And keep this holy kiss.Copy !req
1109. O shut the door!Copy !req
1110. And when thou hast done so,
come weep with me!Copy !req
1111. Past hope, past care, past help!Copy !req
1112. Juliet, I already know thy grief.Copy !req
1113. Tell me not, friar,
that thou hear'st of this,Copy !req
1114. unless thou tell me how I can prevent it!Copy !req
1115. If in thy wisdom
thou canst give no help...Copy !req
1116. Hold, daughter.Copy !req
1117. I do spy a kind of hope, as that is
desperate which we would prevent.Copy !req
1118. If rather than to marry County Paris...Copy !req
1119. Bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
from off the battlements of any tower!Copy !req
1120. Bid me go into a new-made grave,
and hide me with a dead man!Copy !req
1121. Hold, then.Copy !req
1122. Go home.Copy !req
1123. Be merry.Copy !req
1124. Give consent to marry Paris.Copy !req
1125. Wednesday is tomorrow.Copy !req
1126. Tomorrow night look that thou lie alone.Copy !req
1127. Let not thy nurse lie with thee
in thy chamber.Copy !req
1128. Take thou this vial, being then in bed,Copy !req
1129. and this distilling liquor drink thou off.Copy !req
1130. Presently through all thy veins
shall run a cold and drowsy humour,Copy !req
1131. for no pulse shall keep
his native progress, but surcease.Copy !req
1132. No warmth, no breath,
shall testify thou livest.Copy !req
1133. And in this borrowed likeness
of shrunk deathCopy !req
1134. thou shalt continue two and 40 hours.Copy !req
1135. And then awake
as from a pleasant sleep.Copy !req
1136. In the meantime,Copy !req
1137. against thou shalt awake,Copy !req
1138. shall Romeo by my letters
know our drift,Copy !req
1139. and hither shall he come.
And he and I will watch thy waking,Copy !req
1140. and that very night shall Romeo
bear thee hence to Mantua.Copy !req
1141. Give me, give me!Copy !req
1142. Tell not me of fear!Copy !req
1143. Hold.Copy !req
1144. Get thee gone, be strong
and prosperous in this resolve.Copy !req
1145. How now, my headstrong.
Where have you been gadding?Copy !req
1146. Where I have learned me to repent
the sin of disobedient opposition.Copy !req
1147. Pardon me.Copy !req
1148. Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.Copy !req
1149. Why, I am glad on't!Copy !req
1150. This is well. Stand up.Copy !req
1151. This is as it should be.Copy !req
1152. Love, give me strength!Copy !req
1153. Give this letter into
the hand of Romeo, in Mantua.Copy !req
1154. My lord! My lord! She's dead!
Juliet is dead!Copy !req
1155. My lady Juliet, my lord. She's dead!Copy !req
1156. Juliet! Juliet!Copy !req
1157. Juliet! My baby, where is she?Copy !req
1158. O lamentable day!Copy !req
1159. Death lies on her like an untimely frostCopy !req
1160. upon the sweetest flower of all the field.Copy !req
1161. - Master?
- Balthasar!Copy !req
1162. How fares my Juliet?
For nothing can be ill if she be well.Copy !req
1163. How fares my lady?Copy !req
1164. She's dead, my lord. She's dead.Copy !req
1165. Her body sleeps in Capel's monument.Copy !req
1166. I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault.Copy !req
1167. Then I defy you, stars!Copy !req
1168. Live, and be prosperous.Copy !req
1169. Farewell, good fellow.Copy !req
1170. Juliet.Copy !req
1171. O my love!Copy !req
1172. My wife!Copy !req
1173. Death, that hath
sucked the honey of thy breath,Copy !req
1174. hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.Copy !req
1175. Thou art not conquered.Copy !req
1176. Beauty's ensign yet is crimson
in thy lips and in thy cheeks.Copy !req
1177. Death's pale flag is not advanced there.Copy !req
1178. Tybalt.Copy !req
1179. Liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?Copy !req
1180. What more favour can I do to theeCopy !req
1181. than with that hand
that cut thy youth in twainCopy !req
1182. to sunder his that was thine enemy?Copy !req
1183. Forgive me, cousin.Copy !req
1184. Dear Juliet!Copy !req
1185. Why art thou yet so fair?Copy !req
1186. Shall I believe
that unsubstantial death is amorousCopy !req
1187. and that the abhorred monster
keeps thee here to be his paramour?Copy !req
1188. For fear of that, I still
will stay with thee,Copy !req
1189. never from this palace of dim night
depart again.Copy !req
1190. Here, here will I remain with wormsCopy !req
1191. that are thy chamber-maids!Copy !req
1192. Eyes, look your last!Copy !req
1193. Arms, take your last embrace!Copy !req
1194. And, lips, O you the doors of breath,Copy !req
1195. seal with a righteous kiss
a dateless bargain to engrossing death!Copy !req
1196. Here's to my love!Copy !req
1197. Thus, with a kiss,Copy !req
1198. I die.Copy !req
1199. - Who's there?
- A friend.Copy !req
1200. - And one that knows thee well.
- How long hast thou been here?Copy !req
1201. - Full half an hour.
- Go with me to the vault.Copy !req
1202. I dare not, sir. My master
knows not but I am gone hence.Copy !req
1203. Stay, then. I'll go alone.Copy !req
1204. Fear comes upon me!Copy !req
1205. O much I fear some ill unlucky thing.Copy !req
1206. Pale!Copy !req
1207. What an unkind hour
is guilty of this lamentable chance!Copy !req
1208. O comfortable friar!Copy !req
1209. Where is my lord?Copy !req
1210. I do remember well
where I should be, and there I am.Copy !req
1211. Where is my Romeo?Copy !req
1212. I hear some noise.Copy !req
1213. Where is my Romeo?Copy !req
1214. Lady, come from this nest of death,
contagion and unnatural sleep.Copy !req
1215. A greater power than we can contradict
hath thwarted our intents.Copy !req
1216. Come along. The watch is coming.Copy !req
1217. Where is my Romeo?Copy !req
1218. Come, go, good Juliet.Copy !req
1219. I dare no longer stay.Copy !req
1220. I dare no longer stay!Copy !req
1221. Juliet!Copy !req
1222. I dare no longer stay!Copy !req
1223. What's here?Copy !req
1224. Poison, I see,
hath been his timeless end.Copy !req
1225. O churl!Copy !req
1226. Drunk all, and left no friendly drop
to help me after?Copy !req
1227. I will kiss thy lips.Copy !req
1228. Haply some poison yet doth hang on
them to make me die with a restorative.Copy !req
1229. Thy lips are warm!Copy !req
1230. Yea, noise?Copy !req
1231. No!Copy !req
1232. Then I'll be brief.Copy !req
1233. O happy dagger!Copy !req
1234. This is thy sheath.Copy !req
1235. There rust, and let me die.Copy !req
1236. Where be these enemies?Copy !req
1237. Capulet.Copy !req
1238. Montague.Copy !req
1239. See what a scourge
is laid upon your hates,Copy !req
1240. that heaven finds means
to kill yourjoys with love.Copy !req
1241. And I, for winking at your discords, too,Copy !req
1242. have lost a brace of kinsmen.Copy !req
1243. All are punished.Copy !req
1244. All are punished!Copy !req
1245. A glooming peace
this morning with it brings.Copy !req
1246. The Sun, for sorrow,
will not show his head.Copy !req
1247. For never was a story of more woeCopy !req
1248. than this of Juliet and her Romeo.Copy !req