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 foes...Copy !req
6. a pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;Copy !req
7. whose misadventured piteous overthrows...Copy !req
8. doth with their death
bury their parents' strife.Copy !req
9. The fearful passage
of their death-mark'd love...Copy !req
10. and the continuance
of their parents' rage...Copy !req
11. which, but their children's end,
nought could remove...Copy !req
12. is now the two hours' traffic of our stage.Copy !req
13. Two households...Copy !req
14. both alike in dignity...Copy !req
15. in fair Verona, where we lay our scene...Copy !req
16. from ancient grudge
break to new mutiny...Copy !req
17. where civil blood
makes civil hands unclean.Copy !req
18. From forth the fatal loins
of these two foes...Copy !req
19. a pair of star-cross'd lovers
take their life.Copy !req
20. A dog of the house of Capulet
moves me!Copy !req
21. Pedlar's excrement!Copy !req
22. King Urinal! Go rot!Copy !req
23. (radio) ♪ The boys! The boys!Copy !req
24. - The quarrel is between our masters.
- And us their men!Copy !req
25. (laughs) Ahh!Copy !req
26. Hubble, bubble, toil and trouble!Copy !req
27. (both chanting)
And I am a pretty piece of flesh!Copy !req
28. I am...Copy !req
29. a pretty piece of flesh!Copy !req
30. - Here comes of the house of Capulet!
- Quarrel, I will back thee.Copy !req
31. Huh?Copy !req
32. - Boo!
- (laughing)Copy !req
33. I will bite my thumb at them, which is
a disgrace to them, if they bear it.Copy !req
34. Go forth! I will back thee!Copy !req
35. - Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
- I... I do bite my thumb, sir.Copy !req
36. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?Copy !req
37. - Is the law of our side if I say ay?
- No!Copy !req
38. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir,
but I bite my thumb, sir!Copy !req
39. - Do you quarrel, sir?
- Quarrel, sir? No, sir!Copy !req
40. But if you do, sir, I am for you.
I serve as good a man as you.Copy !req
41. - No better?
- Uh... uh...Copy !req
42. Here comes our kinsman. Say better!Copy !req
43. - Yes, sir, better!
- You lie!Copy !req
44. Draw, if you be men!Copy !req
45. Part, fools! You know not what you do.Copy !req
46. Put up your Swords!Copy !req
47. What, art thou drawn
among these... heartless hinds?Copy !req
48. Turn thee, Benvolio...Copy !req
49. and look upon thy death.Copy !req
50. I do but keep the peace.Copy !req
51. Put up thy Sword...Copy !req
52. or manage it to part these men with me.Copy !req
53. Peace?Copy !req
54. Peace?Copy !req
55. I hate the word...Copy !req
56. as I hate hell...Copy !req
57. all Montagues...Copy !req
58. and thee.Copy !req
59. (boy) Bang bang!Copy !req
60. Bang.Copy !req
61. - Come forth! Come!
- Wait!Copy !req
62. Come forth!Copy !req
63. Agh!Copy !req
64. (TV) From ancient grudge
break to new mutiny...Copy !req
65. Do not proceed!Copy !req
66. Give me my Longsword, ho!Copy !req
67. Thou shalt not stir one foot
to seek a foe.Copy !req
68. (Prince) Rebellious subjects...Copy !req
69. enemies to peace!Copy !req
70. Throw your mistemper'd weapons
to the ground!Copy !req
71. On pain of torture...Copy !req
72. from those bloody hands throw your
mistemper'd weapons to the ground!Copy !req
73. Three civil brawls...Copy !req
74. bred of an airy word by thee,
old Capulet, and Montague...Copy !req
75. have thrice disturbed
the quiet of our streets.Copy !req
76. If ever you disturb our streets again...Copy !req
77. your lives shall pay
the forfeit of the peace.Copy !req
78. O where is Romeo? Saw you him today?Copy !req
79. Right glad I am he was not at this fray.Copy !req
80. Madam, underneath the Grove
of Sycamore...Copy !req
81. so early walking did I see your son.Copy !req
82. Many a morning
hath he there been seen...Copy !req
83. with tears augmenting
the fresh morning's dew.Copy !req
84. Away from light
steals home my heavy son...Copy !req
85. and private in his chamber
pens himself...Copy !req
86. shuts up his windows...Copy !req
87. locks fair daylight out, and
makes himself an artificial night.Copy !req
88. Why, then...Copy !req
89. O brawling love, O loving hate!Copy !req
90. O anything of nothing first create!Copy !req
91. Heavy lightness...Copy !req
92. serious vanity.Copy !req
93. Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms.Copy !req
94. Black and portentous
must this humor prove...Copy !req
95. unless good counsel
may the cause remove.Copy !req
96. So please you, step aside.Copy !req
97. I'll know his grievance
or be much denied.Copy !req
98. Come, madam, let's away.Copy !req
99. Good morrow, cousin.Copy !req
100. Is the day so young?Copy !req
101. But new struck, coz.Copy !req
102. Ay me, sad hours seem long.Copy !req
103. Was that my father that went hence so fast?Copy !req
104. It was.Copy !req
105. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?Copy !req
106. Not having that
which having makes them short.Copy !req
107. - In love?
- Out.Copy !req
108. - Of love?
- Out of her favor where I am in love.Copy !req
109. Alas that love,
so gentle in his view...Copy !req
110. should be so tyrannous
and rough in proof.Copy !req
111. Alas that love,
whose view is muffled still...Copy !req
112. should without eyes
see pathways to his will.Copy !req
113. Where shall we dine?Copy !req
114. (TV)... this costly blood.Copy !req
115. Never anger made good guard for itself.Copy !req
116. The law hath not been dead...Copy !req
117. O me! What fray was here?Copy !req
118. - Coz, I...
- Yet tell me not, for I've heard it all.Copy !req
119. Here's much to do with hate,
but more with love.Copy !req
120. Why, then, O brawling love,
O loving hate!Copy !req
121. O anything of nothing first create!Copy !req
122. O heavy lightness, serious vanity!Copy !req
123. Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!Copy !req
124. - Feather of lead, br...
- (chuckles)Copy !req
125. Dost thou not laugh?Copy !req
126. No, coz, I rather weep.Copy !req
127. Good heart, at what?Copy !req
128. - At thy good heart's oppression.
- Farewell, my coz.Copy !req
129. Soft, I will go along. And if you
leave me so, you do me wrong.Copy !req
130. But Montague is bound as well as l,
in penalty alike.Copy !req
131. And 'tis not hard, I think, for men
as old as we to keep the peace.Copy !req
132. Of honorable reckoning are you both,
and pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.Copy !req
133. But now, my lord,
what say you to my suit?Copy !req
134. But saying o'er what I have said before:
my child is yet a stranger in the world.Copy !req
135. Let two more summers wither in their pride
ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.Copy !req
136. Younger than she are happy mothers made.Copy !req
137. And too soon marr'd are those so early made.Copy !req
138. This night I hold an old accustom'd feast.Copy !req
139. At my poor house look to behold this night...Copy !req
140. fresh female buds
that make dark heaven light.Copy !req
141. Hear all, all see...Copy !req
142. and like her most
whose merit most shall be.Copy !req
143. Come, go with me.Copy !req
144. Tell me in sadness,
who is it that you love?Copy !req
145. In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.Copy !req
146. I aim'd so near when I supposed you loved.Copy !req
147. A right good marksman!
And she's fair I love.Copy !req
148. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.Copy !req
149. Well, in that hit you miss.
She'll not be hit with Cupid's arrow;Copy !req
150. nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes...Copy !req
151. nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.Copy !req
152. Then she hath sworn
that she will still live chaste?Copy !req
153. She hath, and in that sparing
makes huge waste.Copy !req
154. - Be ruled by me. Forget to think of her.
- Teach me how I should forget to think.Copy !req
155. By giving liberty unto thine eyes.
Examine other beauties.Copy !req
156. Why, Romeo, art thou mad?Copy !req
157. Not mad,
but bound more than a madman is.Copy !req
158. Shut up in prison, kept without
my food, whipp'd and tormented.Copy !req
159. Good day, good fellow.Copy !req
160. (TV) Now, I'll tell you without asking.Copy !req
161. The great rich Capulet
holds an old accustom'd feast.Copy !req
162. A fair assembly. Signor Placentio
and his wife and daughters...Copy !req
163. the lady widow of Utruvio, mmm,
and her lovely nieces Rosaline...Copy !req
164. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
sups the fair Rosaline...Copy !req
165. whom thou so loves, with
all the admired beauties of Verona.Copy !req
166. If you be not of the House of Montague,
come and crush a cup of wine!Copy !req
167. Go thither, and with unattainted eye...Copy !req
168. compare her face with some
that I shall show...Copy !req
169. and I will make thee think thy swan a crow.Copy !req
170. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown...Copy !req
171. but to rejoice in splendor of mine own.Copy !req
172. Juliet!Copy !req
173. Juliet!Copy !req
174. Juliet!Copy !req
175. Juliet!Copy !req
176. (gasps) Oh!Copy !req
177. Ooh!Copy !req
178. Nurse!Copy !req
179. Nurse, where's my daughter?
Call her forth to me.Copy !req
180. I bade her come. God forbid!Copy !req
181. Julieta!Copy !req
182. Juliet!Copy !req
183. Juliet!Copy !req
184. Juliet!Copy !req
185. Madam, I am here. What is your will?Copy !req
186. O nurse, give us leave awhile.
We must talk in secret.Copy !req
187. Nurse, come back again!
I have remembered me.Copy !req
188. Thou's hear our counsel.Copy !req
189. Nurse, thou knowest
my daughter's of a pretty age.Copy !req
190. Thou wast the prettiest babe
that e'er I nursed.Copy !req
191. By my count, I was your mother
much upon these years.Copy !req
192. You are now a maid.Copy !req
193. Thus then in brief!Copy !req
194. The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.Copy !req
195. A man, young lady!Copy !req
196. Lady, such a man as all the world.
Why, he's a man of wax!Copy !req
197. Verona's summer hath not such a flower...Copy !req
198. Nay, he's a flower. In faith, a very flower...Copy !req
199. Nurse!Copy !req
200. This night you shall behold him at our feast.Copy !req
201. Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face
and find delight writ there...Copy !req
202. with beauty's pen.Copy !req
203. This... precious book of love,
this unbound lover...Copy !req
204. to beautify him, only lacks a cover.Copy !req
205. So shall you share all that he doth possess...Copy !req
206. by having him making yourself no less.Copy !req
207. Nay, bigger. Women grow by men.Copy !req
208. Oh!Copy !req
209. Speak briefly, could you like of Paris's love?Copy !req
210. I'll look to like, if looking liking move.Copy !req
211. But no more deep will I endart mine eye...Copy !req
212. than your consent gives strength
to make it fly.Copy !req
213. Madam, the guests are come.Copy !req
214. Go!Copy !req
215. We follow thee.Copy !req
216. Juliet! Ugh!Copy !req
217. Go, girl. Seek happy nights to happy days.Copy !req
218. You taffeta punk!Copy !req
219. - Die a beggar!
- (laughing)Copy !req
220. Nay, gentle Romeo,
we must have you dance.Copy !req
221. Not I. Not l, believe me.Copy !req
222. You have dancing shoes with
nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.Copy !req
223. You are a lover.Copy !req
224. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar
with them above a common bound.Copy !req
225. Under love's heavy burden do I sink.Copy !req
226. Too great oppression for a tender thing.Copy !req
227. Is love a tender thing? It is too rough...Copy !req
228. too rude, too boisterous,
and it pricks like thorn.Copy !req
229. If love be rough with you, be rough with love.Copy !req
230. Prick love for pricking,
and you beat love down.Copy !req
231. Every man, betake him to his legs!Copy !req
232. Come, we burn daylight, ho! Ho-o!Copy !req
233. (all) Ho-o!Copy !req
234. - But 'tis no wit to go!
- Why, may one ask?Copy !req
235. - I dreamt a dream tonight.
- And so did I.Copy !req
236. - And what was yours?
- That dreamers often lie.Copy !req
237. In bed asleep,
while they do dream things true.Copy !req
238. O! Then I see
Queen Mab hath been with you.Copy !req
239. She is the fairies' midwife...Copy !req
240. and she comes in shape
no bigger than an agate-stone...Copy !req
241. on the forefinger of an alderman...Copy !req
242. drawn with a team of little atomies...Copy !req
243. over men's noses as they lie asleep.Copy !req
244. Her chariot is an empty hazelnut...Copy !req
245. her waggoner a small grey-coated gnat.Copy !req
246. And in this state she gallops
night by night through lovers' brains...Copy !req
247. and then they dream of...Copy !req
248. love;Copy !req
249. o'er lawyers' fingers,
who straight dream on fees.Copy !req
250. Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck...Copy !req
251. and then dreams he
of cutting foreign throats;Copy !req
252. and, being thus frighted, swears
a prayer or two, and sleeps again.Copy !req
253. This is the hag,
when maids lie on their backs...Copy !req
254. that presses them
and learns them first to bear...Copy !req
255. making them women of good carriage!Copy !req
256. This is she!Copy !req
257. This is she!Copy !req
258. Peace, good Mercutio, peace!Copy !req
259. Thou talk'st of nothing.Copy !req
260. True.Copy !req
261. I talk of dreams...Copy !req
262. which are the children of an idle brain...Copy !req
263. begot of nothing but vain fantasy;Copy !req
264. which is as thin of substance as the air
and more inconstant than the wind...Copy !req
265. who woos even now
the frozen bosom of the north...Copy !req
266. and, being angered,
puffs away from thence...Copy !req
267. turning aside to the dew-dropping south.Copy !req
268. This wind you talk of
blows us from ourselves!Copy !req
269. Supper is done, and we shall come too late!Copy !req
270. I fear, too early.Copy !req
271. For my mind misgives some... consequence,
yet hanging in the stars...Copy !req
272. shall bitterly begin his fearful date
with this night's revels...Copy !req
273. and expire the term...Copy !req
274. of a despised life closed within my breast...Copy !req
275. by some vile forfeit of untimely death.Copy !req
276. But he that hath the steerage of my course...Copy !req
277. direct my sail!Copy !req
278. (Romeo) On, lusty gentlemen!Copy !req
279. Grr!Copy !req
280. Thy drugs are quick.Copy !req
281. I have seen the day that I could tell...Copy !req
282. a whispering tale in a fair lady's ear
such as would please.Copy !req
283. Whoo!Copy !req
284. Madam, your mother calls!Copy !req
285. Will you now deny to dance?Copy !req
286. A man, young lady. Such a man!Copy !req
287. What!Copy !req
288. Dares that slave come hither
to fleer and scorn at our solemnity?Copy !req
289. Now, by the stock and honor of my kin,
to strike him dead I hold it not a sin!Copy !req
290. Why, how now, kinsman!
Wherefore storm you so?Copy !req
291. Uncle, this is that villain Romeo.
A Montague, our foe.Copy !req
292. - Romeo is it?
- 'Tis he.Copy !req
293. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone.Copy !req
294. I would not for the wealth of all this town...Copy !req
295. here in my house do him disparagement.Copy !req
296. Therefore be patient, take no note of him.Copy !req
297. Uncle, I'll not endure him.Copy !req
298. He shall be endured.Copy !req
299. Go to!Copy !req
300. What, goodman boy? I say he shall!Copy !req
301. Go to!Copy !req
302. Uncle, 'tis a shame.Copy !req
303. Make a mutiny among my guests?Copy !req
304. Did my heart love till now?Copy !req
305. Forswear it, sight.Copy !req
306. For I never saw true beauty till this night.Copy !req
307. If I profane with my unworthiest hand
this holy shrine...Copy !req
308. the gentle sin is this.Copy !req
309. My lips, two blushing pilgrims,
ready stand...Copy !req
310. to smooth that rough touch
with a tender kiss.Copy !req
311. Good pilgrim,
you do wrong your hand too much...Copy !req
312. which mannerly devotion shows in this.Copy !req
313. For saints have hands
that pilgrims' hands do touch...Copy !req
314. and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.Copy !req
315. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?Copy !req
316. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.Copy !req
317. Well, then, dear saint,
let lips do what hands do.Copy !req
318. They pray, grant thou,
lest faith turn to despair.Copy !req
319. Saints do not move,
though grant for prayers' sake.Copy !req
320. Then move not,
while my prayer's effect I take.Copy !req
321. - Yoo-hoo!
- (elevator pings)Copy !req
322. Dave!Copy !req
323. Oh! Agh!Copy !req
324. Ugh!Copy !req
325. Thus from my lips,
by thine, my sin is purged.Copy !req
326. Then have my lips the sin
that they have took?Copy !req
327. Sin from my lips?
O trespass sweetly urged!Copy !req
328. Give me my sin again.Copy !req
329. You kiss by the book.Copy !req
330. Juliet! Juliet! Oh!Copy !req
331. Juliet?Copy !req
332. Juliet!Copy !req
333. Madam, your mother craves a word with you.Copy !req
334. Come, let's away!Copy !req
335. Is she a Capulet?Copy !req
336. His name is Romeo, and he's a Montague...Copy !req
337. the only son of your great enemy.Copy !req
338. Away, be gone. The sport is at its best.Copy !req
339. Ay, so I fear. The more is my unrest.Copy !req
340. (chanting) I am a pretty piece of flesh! I am!Copy !req
341. My only love sprung from my only hate!Copy !req
342. Too early seen unknown, and known too late!Copy !req
343. Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
that I must love a loathed enemy.Copy !req
344. I will withdraw.Copy !req
345. But this intrusion shall,
now seeming sweet...Copy !req
346. convert to bitterest gall.Copy !req
347. (chanting) A pretty piece of flesh! I am!Copy !req
348. A pretty piece of...Copy !req
349. Romeo!Copy !req
350. - Romeo!
- Romeo!Copy !req
351. Romeo!Copy !req
352. Humors! Madman!Copy !req
353. Passion! Lover!Copy !req
354. I will conjure thee
by Rosaline's bright eyes...Copy !req
355. by her high forehead
and her scarlet lip...Copy !req
356. by her fine foot, straight leg,
and quivering thigh!Copy !req
357. O Romeo, that she were an open-ass
and thou a poperin pear!Copy !req
358. He jests at scars that never felt the wound.Copy !req
359. Romeo!Copy !req
360. (Mercutio) Good night!Copy !req
361. I'll to my truckle-bed.
This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep.Copy !req
362. Oh!Copy !req
363. But soft!Copy !req
364. What light through yonder window breaks?Copy !req
365. It is the east...Copy !req
366. and Juliet is the sun!Copy !req
367. Arise, fair sun,
and kill the envious moon...Copy !req
368. who is already sick and pale with grief...Copy !req
369. that thou, her maid,
art far more fair than she.Copy !req
370. Be not her maid, since she is envious.Copy !req
371. Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
and none but fools do wear it.Copy !req
372. O cast it off!Copy !req
373. It is my lady, it is my love.Copy !req
374. O that she knew she were.Copy !req
375. Ay me!Copy !req
376. She speaks.Copy !req
377. Speak again, bright angel.Copy !req
378. Romeo.Copy !req
379. O Romeo!Copy !req
380. Wherefore art thou Romeo?Copy !req
381. Deny thy father and refuse thy name.Copy !req
382. Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
and I'll no longer be a Capulet.Copy !req
383. Shall I hear more...Copy !req
384. or shall I speak at this?Copy !req
385. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.Copy !req
386. Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.Copy !req
387. What's Montague?Copy !req
388. It is not hand...Copy !req
389. nor foot, nor arm, nor face...Copy !req
390. nor any other part belonging to a man.Copy !req
391. O be some other name!Copy !req
392. What's in a name?Copy !req
393. That which we call a rose by
any other word would smell as sweet.Copy !req
394. So Romeo would,
were he not Romeo called...Copy !req
395. retain that dear perfection
which he owes without that title.Copy !req
396. Romeo, doff thy name;Copy !req
397. and for thy name, which is
no part of thee, take all myself.Copy !req
398. - I take thee at thy word.
- Agh!Copy !req
399. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?Copy !req
400. Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.Copy !req
401. How camest thou hither, tell me,
and wherefore?Copy !req
402. The garden walls are high
and hard to climb...Copy !req
403. and the place death,
considering who thou art.Copy !req
404. With love's light wings
did I o'erperch these walls...Copy !req
405. for stony limits cannot hold love out...Copy !req
406. and what love can do,
that dares love attempt.Copy !req
407. Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me!Copy !req
408. If they do see thee, they will murder thee.Copy !req
409. I have night's cloak
to hide me from their eyes.Copy !req
410. But thou love me...Copy !req
411. let them find me here.Copy !req
412. My life were better ended by their hate
than death prorogued...Copy !req
413. wanting of thy love.Copy !req
414. Thou knowest
the mask of night is on my face;Copy !req
415. else would a maiden blush
bepaint my cheek...Copy !req
416. for that which thou hast
heard me speak tonight.Copy !req
417. Fain would I dwell on form...Copy !req
418. fain, fain deny what I have spoke.Copy !req
419. But... farewell compliment.Copy !req
420. Dost thou love me?Copy !req
421. I know thou wilt say "Ay",
and I will take thy word.Copy !req
422. Yet, if thou swear'st,
thou may'st prove false.Copy !req
423. O gentle Romeo, if thou dost love,
pronounce it faithfully.Copy !req
424. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow...Copy !req
425. that tips with silver all these fruit tree tops...Copy !req
426. O swear not by the moon...Copy !req
427. the inconstant moon that monthly
changes in her circled orb...Copy !req
428. lest that thy love prove likewise variable.Copy !req
429. (chuckles) What shall I swear by?Copy !req
430. Do not swear at all.Copy !req
431. Or, if thou wilt...Copy !req
432. swear by thy gracious self
which is the god of my idolatry...Copy !req
433. and I'll believe thee.Copy !req
434. If my heart's...Copy !req
435. dear love...Copy !req
436. Do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
I have no joy in this contract tonight.Copy !req
437. It is too rash, too unadvised,
too sudden, too like the lightning...Copy !req
438. which doth cease to be
ere one can say "It lightens".Copy !req
439. Sweet, good night!Copy !req
440. This bud of love,
by summer's ripening breath...Copy !req
441. may prove a beauteous flower
when next we meet.Copy !req
442. Good night.Copy !req
443. Good night!Copy !req
444. O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?Copy !req
445. What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?Copy !req
446. The exchange of thy love's
faithful vow for mine.Copy !req
447. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it!Copy !req
448. Juliet!Copy !req
449. Three words, dear Romeo,
and good night indeed.Copy !req
450. If that thy bent of love be honorable,
thy purpose marriage...Copy !req
451. send me word tomorrow, by one
that I'll procure to come to thee...Copy !req
452. where and what time thou wilt
perform the rite...Copy !req
453. and all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay...Copy !req
454. and follow thee, my lord,
throughout the world.Copy !req
455. Julieta!Copy !req
456. Ay! By and by, I come!Copy !req
457. But if thou meanest not well,
I do beseech thee...Copy !req
458. - Juliet!
- By and by, I come!Copy !req
459. to cease thy strife,
and leave me to my grief.Copy !req
460. Tomorrow will I send.Copy !req
461. So thrive my soul.Copy !req
462. A thousand times good night.Copy !req
463. A thousand times the worse,
to want thy light!Copy !req
464. Juliet!Copy !req
465. Julieta!Copy !req
466. Good night.Copy !req
467. Love goes toward love
as schoolboys from their books;Copy !req
468. but love from love...Copy !req
469. toward school with heavy looks.Copy !req
470. - (window opens)
- Romeo!Copy !req
471. What o'clock tomorrow
shall I send to thee?Copy !req
472. By the hour of nine.Copy !req
473. I will not fail. 'Tis twenty year till then.Copy !req
474. Good night.Copy !req
475. Good night. Good night.Copy !req
476. Parting is such sweet sorrow...Copy !req
477. that I shall say good night till it be morrow.Copy !req
478. Juliet!Copy !req
479. Almighty is the powerful grace
that lies in plants, herbs, stones...Copy !req
480. and their true qualities.Copy !req
481. For nought so vile
that on the earth doth live...Copy !req
482. but to the earth
some special good doth give.Copy !req
483. And nought so good
but strained from that fair use...Copy !req
484. revolts from true birth,
stumbling on abuse.Copy !req
485. Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied...Copy !req
486. and vice sometime's by action dignified.Copy !req
487. Within the infant rind of this... weak flower...Copy !req
488. poison is resident...Copy !req
489. and medicine power.Copy !req
490. For this, being smelt,
with that part cheers each part.Copy !req
491. Being tasted...Copy !req
492. slays all senses with the heart.Copy !req
493. Two such opposed kings encamp them still
in man as well as herbs...Copy !req
494. grace and rude will.Copy !req
495. And where the worser is predominant,
full soon the canker death...Copy !req
496. eats up that plant.Copy !req
497. Good morrow, Father!Copy !req
498. Benedicite!Copy !req
499. What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?Copy !req
500. (boys) Good morrow, Romeo.Copy !req
501. Good morrow.Copy !req
502. Young son, it argues a distemper'd head...Copy !req
503. so soon to bid good morrow to thy bed.Copy !req
504. Or if not so, then here I hit it right...Copy !req
505. Our Romeo hath not seen his bed tonight!Copy !req
506. The last is true-the sweeter rest was mine.Copy !req
507. God pardon sin! Wast thou with Rosaline?Copy !req
508. Rosaline? My ghostly father, no!Copy !req
509. I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.Copy !req
510. That's my good son.
But where then hast thou been?Copy !req
511. I have been feasting with mine enemy,
where on a sudden one hath wounded me...Copy !req
512. that's by me wounded.Copy !req
513. Both our remedies within thy help
and holy physic lies.Copy !req
514. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift.Copy !req
515. Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.Copy !req
516. Then plainly know
my heart's dear love is set...Copy !req
517. on the fair daughter of rich Capulet.Copy !req
518. We met, we wooed...Copy !req
519. we made exchange of vow.Copy !req
520. I'll tell thee as we pass, but this I pray...Copy !req
521. that thou consent to marry us today.Copy !req
522. Holy Saint Francis!Copy !req
523. What a change is here!Copy !req
524. Is Rosaline, that thou didst love
so dear, so soon forsaken?Copy !req
525. Young men's love then lies not truly
in their hearts, but in their eyes.Copy !req
526. Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.Copy !req
527. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.Copy !req
528. I pray thee...Copy !req
529. chide me not!Copy !req
530. Her I love now doth grace for grace
and love for love allow.Copy !req
531. The other did not so.Copy !req
532. Yes, she well knew...Copy !req
533. thy love did read by rote,
that could not spell.Copy !req
534. For this alliance may so happy prove...Copy !req
535. to turn your households' rancor...Copy !req
536. to pure love.Copy !req
537. Come, young waverer, come, go with me.Copy !req
538. In one respect I'll thy assistant be.Copy !req
539. For this alliance may so happy prove...Copy !req
540. to turn your households' rancor
to pure love.Copy !req
541. O let us hence! I stand on sudden haste!Copy !req
542. Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast.Copy !req
543. Where the devil should this Romeo be?
Came he not home tonight?Copy !req
544. Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.Copy !req
545. Why, that same pale hard-hearted
wench, that Rosaline...Copy !req
546. torments him so, that he will sure run mad.Copy !req
547. Tybalt hath sent a letter to his father's house.Copy !req
548. - A challenge, on my life!
- Romeo will answer it?Copy !req
549. Any man that can write may answer a letter.Copy !req
550. Nay, he will answer the letter's master,
how he dares being dared.Copy !req
551. Well, alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead!
Stabbed with a white wench's black eye!Copy !req
552. Run through the ear with a love-song!Copy !req
553. The very pin of his heart cleft
with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft!Copy !req
554. And is he a man to encounter Tybalt?Copy !req
555. - Why, what is Tybalt?
- More than Prince of Cats.Copy !req
556. He is the courageous captain of compliments!Copy !req
557. He fights as you sing pricksong.Copy !req
558. Keeps time, distance, and proportion.Copy !req
559. He rests his minim rests.Copy !req
560. One, two, and a third...Copy !req
561. in your bosom.Copy !req
562. The very butcher of a silk button.Copy !req
563. A duelist.Copy !req
564. A duelist! A gentleman
of the very first house...Copy !req
565. of the first and second cause.Copy !req
566. The immortal passado!Copy !req
567. The punto reverso!Copy !req
568. The, um... hai!Copy !req
569. - The what?
- (laughs)Copy !req
570. Here comes Romeo.Copy !req
571. Romeo!Copy !req
572. Ho-ho, taffeta punk!Copy !req
573. Signor Romeo, bonjour!Copy !req
574. There's a French salutation
to your French slop.Copy !req
575. You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night.Copy !req
576. Good morrow to you both.
What counterfeit did I give you?Copy !req
577. The slip, sir, the slip.
Can you not conceive?Copy !req
578. Pardon, good Mercutio.
My business was great...Copy !req
579. and in such a case as mine
a man may strain courtesy.Copy !req
580. That's as much as to say...Copy !req
581. such a case as yours
constrains a man to bow in the hams!Copy !req
582. - Meaning to curtsy?
- Thou hast most kindly hit it.Copy !req
583. - A most courteous exposition.
- Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.Copy !req
584. - Pink for flower?
- Right.Copy !req
585. Why, then is my pump well flowered!Copy !req
586. O sure wit!Copy !req
587. Now art thou sociable. Now art thou Romeo!Copy !req
588. Now art thou what thou art,
by art as well as by nature!Copy !req
589. Here's goodly gear!Copy !req
590. God ye good e'en, fair gentlewoman.Copy !req
591. I desire some confidence with you.Copy !req
592. Ooh! A bawd!Copy !req
593. (Mercutio) A bawd, a bawd, a bawd!Copy !req
594. (all chanting) So ho! So ho!Copy !req
595. So ho! So ho!Copy !req
596. Romeo!Copy !req
597. Romeo!Copy !req
598. Romeo!Copy !req
599. Will you come to your father's?Copy !req
600. We'll to dinner thither.Copy !req
601. I will follow you.Copy !req
602. (Mercutio) Farewell, ancient lady! Farewell!Copy !req
603. If ye should lead her
in a fool's paradise, as they say...Copy !req
604. it were a very gross kind
of behavior, as they say.Copy !req
605. For the lady is young...Copy !req
606. and, therefore, if you should
deal double with her...Copy !req
607. truly it were an ill thing,
and very weak dealing.Copy !req
608. Bid her to come to confession
this afternoon...Copy !req
609. and there she shall,
at Friar Laurence's cell, be shrived...Copy !req
610. and married.Copy !req
611. O honey nurse! What news?Copy !req
612. - Nurse!
- I am aweary! Give me leave awhile!Copy !req
613. Fie, how my bones ache!Copy !req
614. What ajaunce have I!Copy !req
615. Would thou hadst my bones
and I thy news.Copy !req
616. Come, I pray thee, speak!Copy !req
617. Jesu, what haste! Can you not stay awhile?Copy !req
618. Can you not see that I am out of breath?Copy !req
619. How art thou out of breath
when thou hast breath...Copy !req
620. to say to me that thou art out of breath?Copy !req
621. Is the news good or bad? Answer to that.Copy !req
622. Well, you have made a simple choice.Copy !req
623. You know not how to choose a man.Copy !req
624. Romeo? No, not he.Copy !req
625. Though his face be better than any man's...Copy !req
626. yet his leg excels all men's...Copy !req
627. and for a hand and a foot and a body...Copy !req
628. But all this I did know before.
What says he of our marriage?Copy !req
629. What of that?Copy !req
630. Lord, how my head aches!
What a head have I!Copy !req
631. - And my back!
- Ohh...Copy !req
632. T'other side!Copy !req
633. Oh, my back!Copy !req
634. In faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.Copy !req
635. Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse!Copy !req
636. Tell me, what says my love?Copy !req
637. Thy love says, like an honest gentleman...Copy !req
638. and a courteous, and a kind,
and a handsome...Copy !req
639. and, I warrant, a virtuous...Copy !req
640. - Where is your mother?
- "Where is your mother?"Copy !req
641. How oddly thou repliest!Copy !req
642. Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
"Where is your mother?"Copy !req
643. God's Lady dear! Are you so hot?
Henceforth, do your messages yourself!Copy !req
644. O here's such a coil!
Come, what says Romeo?Copy !req
645. Have you got leave
to go to confession today?Copy !req
646. I have.Copy !req
647. Then hie you hence to Father Laurence' cell.Copy !req
648. There stays a husband to make you a wife!Copy !req
649. Oh!Copy !req
650. (choir) ♪ Everybody's freeCopy !req
651. These violent delights...Copy !req
652. have violent ends.Copy !req
653. And in their triumph die
like fire and powder...Copy !req
654. which, as they kiss, consume.Copy !req
655. The sweetest honey is loathsome
in his own deliciousness.Copy !req
656. Therefore love moderately.Copy !req
657. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter,
for us both.Copy !req
658. (Benvolio) I pray thee,
good Mercutio, let's retire!Copy !req
659. The day is hot, the Capels are abroad...Copy !req
660. and if we meet we shall not 'scape a brawl...Copy !req
661. for now, these hot days,
is the mad blood stirring.Copy !req
662. We're the Caps! (laughs)Copy !req
663. Wha... Wha... Wha...Copy !req
664. See? Thou art like one of these fellows...Copy !req
665. that, when he enters
the confines of a tavern...Copy !req
666. claps me his Sword upon the table...Copy !req
667. and says, "God send me no need of thee".Copy !req
668. And, by the operation of the second cup...Copy !req
669. draws him on the drawer,
when indeed there is no need.Copy !req
670. - Yeah!
- (laughter)Copy !req
671. Am I like such a fellow?Copy !req
672. Thou art as hot ajack in thy mood
as any in Verona.Copy !req
673. By my head, here come the Capulets.Copy !req
674. By my heel... I care not.Copy !req
675. Follow me close.Copy !req
676. Gentlemen, good day.
A word with one of you?Copy !req
677. Ooh!Copy !req
678. And but one word with one of us?Copy !req
679. Couple it with something.Copy !req
680. Make it a word and a...Copy !req
681. a blow!Copy !req
682. You shall find me apt enough to that, sir...Copy !req
683. and you will give me occasion.Copy !req
684. Could you not take some occasion
without giving?Copy !req
685. Mercutio!Copy !req
686. Thou, uh... consortest with Romeo?Copy !req
687. Consort!Copy !req
688. What, dost thou make us minstrels?Copy !req
689. And thou make minstrels of us,
look to hear nothing but discords!Copy !req
690. Here's my fiddlestick!Copy !req
691. Here's that shall make you dance!
Zounds! Consort!Copy !req
692. Either withdraw unto some private place,
or reason coldly of your grievances...Copy !req
693. or else depart. Here all eyes gaze on us!Copy !req
694. Men's eyes were made to look,
and let them gaze.Copy !req
695. I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.Copy !req
696. Peace be with you, sir. Here comes my man.Copy !req
697. Mercutio!Copy !req
698. Romeo!Copy !req
699. The love I bear thee can afford
no better term than this.Copy !req
700. Thou art a villain!Copy !req
701. Tybalt...Copy !req
702. the reason that I have to love thee...Copy !req
703. doth much excuse...Copy !req
704. the appertaining rage to such a greeting.Copy !req
705. Villain am I none.Copy !req
706. Therefore, farewell.Copy !req
707. I see thou knowest me not.Copy !req
708. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
that thou hast done me!Copy !req
709. Turn and draw!Copy !req
710. Turn and draw!Copy !req
711. Turn and draw.Copy !req
712. - Turn and draw!
- I do protest I never injured thee...Copy !req
713. but love thee better than thou canst devise...Copy !req
714. till thou shalt know the reason of my love.Copy !req
715. And so, good Capulet...Copy !req
716. whose name I tender
as dearly as mine own...Copy !req
717. be satisfied.Copy !req
718. Be satisfied.Copy !req
719. O calm, dishonorable, vile submission!Copy !req
720. Thou art my soul's hate!Copy !req
721. Tybalt!Copy !req
722. You rat-catcher!Copy !req
723. Will you walk?Copy !req
724. What wouldst thou have with me?Copy !req
725. Good King of Cats,
nothing but one of your nine lives!Copy !req
726. I am for you!Copy !req
727. Forbear this outrage, good Mercutio!Copy !req
728. - Art thou hurt?
- Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch.Copy !req
729. A scratch!Copy !req
730. Ay, a scratch...Copy !req
731. A scratch! (laughs)Copy !req
732. Courage, man. The hurt cannot be much.Copy !req
733. 'Twill serve.Copy !req
734. Ask for me tomorrow
and you shall find me a grave man.Copy !req
735. A plague... o' both your houses!Copy !req
736. They have made worms' meat of me.Copy !req
737. A plague on both your houses!Copy !req
738. (echoing) Your houses! Your houses!Copy !req
739. Your houses! Your houses!Copy !req
740. No!Copy !req
741. (Mercutio)
Why the devil came you between us?Copy !req
742. I was hurt under your arm.Copy !req
743. I thought all for the best!Copy !req
744. A plague o' both your houses.Copy !req
745. (sobs) No! No!Copy !req
746. (Abra) Come forth!Copy !req
747. Come forth!Copy !req
748. Mercutio!Copy !req
749. No!Copy !req
750. Come, gentle night.Copy !req
751. Come, loving, black-browed night.
Give me my Romeo.Copy !req
752. And when I shall die, take him
and cut him out in little stars...Copy !req
753. and he will make
the face of heaven so fine...Copy !req
754. that all the world
will be in love with night...Copy !req
755. and pay no worship to the garish sun.Copy !req
756. O! I have bought the mansion of a love...Copy !req
757. but not possessed it;Copy !req
758. and though I am sold, not yet enjoyed.Copy !req
759. So... tedious is this day...Copy !req
760. as is the night before some festival
to an impatient child...Copy !req
761. that hath new robes and may not wear them.Copy !req
762. Mercutio's soul is but a little way
above our heads...Copy !req
763. staying for thine to keep him company!Copy !req
764. Thou wretched boy shalt with him hence!Copy !req
765. (sobbing) Either thou, or l...Copy !req
766. or both, must go with him!Copy !req
767. Either thou, or l, or both, must go with him!Copy !req
768. Either thou...Copy !req
769. or l, or both, must go with him!Copy !req
770. I am fortune's fool!Copy !req
771. Romeo!Copy !req
772. Away, be gone! Stand not amazed!Copy !req
773. Away!Copy !req
774. Romeo!Copy !req
775. Tybalt! (sobs)Copy !req
776. Where are the vile beginners of this fray?Copy !req
777. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?Copy !req
778. Romeo he cries aloud, "Hold, friends!"Copy !req
779. Tybalt hit the life of stout Mercutio.Copy !req
780. Tybalt here slain...Copy !req
781. Romeo's hand did slay.Copy !req
782. Prince!Copy !req
783. As thou art true...Copy !req
784. for blood of ours, shed blood of Montague!Copy !req
785. Romeo... spoke him fair...Copy !req
786. could not take truce
with the unruly spleen of Tybalt...Copy !req
787. deaf to peace.Copy !req
788. He is a kinsman to the Montague.
Affection makes him false!Copy !req
789. I beg for justice,
which thou, Prince, must give!Copy !req
790. Romeo slew Tybalt.Copy !req
791. Romeo must not live!Copy !req
792. Romeo slew him. He slew Mercutio.Copy !req
793. Who now the price of his dear blood
doth owe?Copy !req
794. Not Romeo, Prince.
He was Mercutio's friend.Copy !req
795. His fault concludes but what the law
should end-the life of Tybalt.Copy !req
796. And for that offense
immediately we do exile him.Copy !req
797. Noble Prince...Copy !req
798. I will be deaf to pleading and excuses!Copy !req
799. Nor tears nor prayers
shall purchase out abuses!Copy !req
800. Therefore use none!Copy !req
801. Let Romeo hence in haste!Copy !req
802. Else, when he is found, that hour is his last!Copy !req
803. Romeo is banished!Copy !req
804. Banishment...Copy !req
805. Be merciful, say death.Copy !req
806. For exile hath more terror in his look,
much more than death.Copy !req
807. Do not say banishment.Copy !req
808. Affliction is enamored of thy parts,
and thou art wedded to calamity.Copy !req
809. Hence from Verona art thou banished.Copy !req
810. Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.Copy !req
811. There is no world without Verona walls.Copy !req
812. Hence banished is banish'd from
the world, and world's exile is death.Copy !req
813. Then banished is death mistermed.Copy !req
814. Calling death banished, thou cutt'st
my head off with a golden axe...Copy !req
815. and smil'st upon the stroke
that murders me.Copy !req
816. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!Copy !req
817. This is dear mercy and thou seest it not.Copy !req
818. Hence!Copy !req
819. - I come from my lady Juliet!
- Welcome, then.Copy !req
820. Where is my lady's lord?Copy !req
821. Romeo, come forth.Copy !req
822. - Ah, sir.
- Nurse.Copy !req
823. Ah, sir.Copy !req
824. Death's the end of all.Copy !req
825. Speakest thou of Juliet?Copy !req
826. Where is she and how doth she?Copy !req
827. And what says my concealed lady
to our cancelled love?Copy !req
828. O she says nothing, sir,
but weeps and weeps.Copy !req
829. And then on Romeo cries,
and then falls down again.Copy !req
830. As if that name, shot from
the deadly level of a gun...Copy !req
831. did murder her, as that name's
cursed hand murdered her kinsman!Copy !req
832. I thought thy disposition better tempered.Copy !req
833. Thy Juliet is alive. There art thou happy.Copy !req
834. Tybalt would kill thee,
but thou slewest Tybalt.Copy !req
835. There art thou happy.Copy !req
836. The law that threatened death
becomes thy friend and turns it to exile.Copy !req
837. There art thou happy.Copy !req
838. A pack of blessings light upon thy back.Copy !req
839. Wherefore railest thou on thy birth,
the heaven, and earth...Copy !req
840. since birth, and heaven, and earth,
all three do meet in thee at once?Copy !req
841. Sir, a ring my lady bid me give you.Copy !req
842. How well my comfort is revived by this.Copy !req
843. Go.Copy !req
844. Get thee to thy love, as was decreed.Copy !req
845. Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her.Copy !req
846. Hie you! Make haste!Copy !req
847. But look thou...
stay not till the watch be set...Copy !req
848. for then thou canst not pass to Mantua...Copy !req
849. where thou wilt live till we can
find a time to blaze your marriage...Copy !req
850. reconcile your friends,
beg pardon of the Prince...Copy !req
851. and call thee back with
twenty hundred thousand times more joy...Copy !req
852. than thou went'st forth in lamentation.Copy !req
853. Quick, hence! Be gone by break of day!Copy !req
854. Sojourn in Mantua!Copy !req
855. Farewell.Copy !req
856. O God!Copy !req
857. Did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?Copy !req
858. O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!Copy !req
859. Was ever book containing
such vile matter so fairly bound?Copy !req
860. O that deceit should dwell
in such a gorgeous palace!Copy !req
861. She'll not come down tonight.Copy !req
862. These times of woe afford no time to woo.Copy !req
863. Look you, she loved
her kinsman Tybalt dearly.Copy !req
864. And so did I.Copy !req
865. Well...Copy !req
866. we were born to die.Copy !req
867. I'll know her mind early tomorrow.
Tonight she's mewed up to her heaviness.Copy !req
868. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?Copy !req
869. Ah, poor my lord, what tongue
shall smooth thy name...Copy !req
870. when l, thy three-hours' wife,
have mangled it?Copy !req
871. But whyfore, villain,
didst thou kill my cousin?Copy !req
872. I will make a desperate tender
of my child's love.Copy !req
873. I think she will be ruled in all respects by me.Copy !req
874. Nay, more! I doubt it not!Copy !req
875. But what say you to Thursday?Copy !req
876. My lord, I...Copy !req
877. I would that Thursday were tomorrow!Copy !req
878. Thursday let it be, then! Wife!Copy !req
879. Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed.Copy !req
880. Tell her o' Thursday she shall
be married to this noble sir!Copy !req
881. Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.Copy !req
882. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.Copy !req
883. Yon light is not daylight; I know it, I.Copy !req
884. It is some meteor that the sun exhales
to light thee on thy way to Mantua.Copy !req
885. Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not be gone.Copy !req
886. Well, let me be taken.Copy !req
887. Let me be put to death!Copy !req
888. I have more care to stay than will to go.Copy !req
889. Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.Copy !req
890. How is't, my soul? Let's talk. It is not day.Copy !req
891. It is... It is!Copy !req
892. Hie hence, be gone, away!Copy !req
893. O now be gone!
More light and light it grows.Copy !req
894. More light and light...Copy !req
895. more dark and dark our woes.Copy !req
896. - (door opens)
- Madam!Copy !req
897. Your lady mother is coming to your chamber!Copy !req
898. (Gloria) Ho, daughter, are you up?Copy !req
899. Then, window...Copy !req
900. let day in and let life...Copy !req
901. out!Copy !req
902. Juliet?Copy !req
903. - Think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
- I doubt it not.Copy !req
904. Trust me, love. All these woes
shall serve for sweet discourses...Copy !req
905. in our times to come.
- Ho, daughter!Copy !req
906. Juliet!Copy !req
907. O God!Copy !req
908. I have an ill-divining soul!Copy !req
909. Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low...Copy !req
910. as one dead in the bottom of a tomb.Copy !req
911. Adieu!Copy !req
912. O fortune, fortune!Copy !req
913. Be fickle, fortune.Copy !req
914. For then I hope thou wilt not
keep him long, but send him back.Copy !req
915. Thou hast a careful father, child.Copy !req
916. One who, to put thee from thy heaviness...Copy !req
917. hath sorted out a sudden day of joy...Copy !req
918. which thou expect'st not,
nor I looked not for.Copy !req
919. Madam, in happy time. What day is that?Copy !req
920. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn...Copy !req
921. the gallant, young,
and noble gentleman, Sir Paris...Copy !req
922. at St Peter's Church,
shall happily make thee there...Copy !req
923. a joyful bride.Copy !req
924. Now, by St Peter's Church and Peter too...Copy !req
925. he shall not make me there a joyful bride!Copy !req
926. Here comes your father. Tell him so yourself.Copy !req
927. How now, wife?Copy !req
928. Have you delivered to her our decree?Copy !req
929. Ay, sir.Copy !req
930. But she will none, she gives you thanks.Copy !req
931. I would the fool were married to her grave.Copy !req
932. How?Copy !req
933. Will she none?Copy !req
934. Is she not proud?Copy !req
935. Doth she not count her blest,
unworthy as she is...Copy !req
936. that we have wrought so worthy
a gentleman to be her bride?Copy !req
937. Not proud you have,
but thankful that you have.Copy !req
938. Proud can I never be of what I hate!Copy !req
939. Thank me no thankings,
nor proud me no prouds!Copy !req
940. But fettle your fine joints
'gainst Thursday next!Copy !req
941. Hear me with patience but to speak a word!Copy !req
942. No!Copy !req
943. Fie, fie! Stop it!Copy !req
944. Speak not! Reply not! Do not answer me!Copy !req
945. Husband, are you mad?Copy !req
946. Hang thee, young baggage!
Disobedient wretch!Copy !req
947. God in heaven bless her! You are
to blame, my lord, to rate her so!Copy !req
948. Peace, you mumbling fool!Copy !req
949. I tell thee what.Copy !req
950. Get thee to church o' Thursday...Copy !req
951. or never after look me in the face!Copy !req
952. An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend.Copy !req
953. An you be not, hang, beg, starve...Copy !req
954. die in the streets!Copy !req
955. Trust to 't. Bethink you.Copy !req
956. I'll not be forsworn!Copy !req
957. O sweet my mother, cast me not away!Copy !req
958. Delay this marriage for a month, a week.Copy !req
959. Or, if you do not...Copy !req
960. make the bridal bed in that
dim monument where Tybalt lies.Copy !req
961. Talk not to me...Copy !req
962. for I'll not speak a word.Copy !req
963. Do as thou wilt,
for I have done with thee.Copy !req
964. O God!Copy !req
965. O Nurse, how shall this be prevented?Copy !req
966. What say'st thou? Hast thou not
a word of joy? Some comfort, Nurse!Copy !req
967. Faith, here it is.Copy !req
968. I think it best you marry with this Paris.Copy !req
969. O he's a lovely gentleman.Copy !req
970. I think you are happy in this second match...Copy !req
971. for it excels your first.Copy !req
972. Or, if it did not...Copy !req
973. your first is dead.Copy !req
974. Or 'twere as good he were...Copy !req
975. as living here and you no use to him.Copy !req
976. Speakest thou from thy heart?Copy !req
977. And from my soul too;
else beshrew them both!Copy !req
978. Amen.Copy !req
979. What?Copy !req
980. Well, thou hast comforted me
marvelous much.Copy !req
981. Go in and tell my lady I am gone,
having displeased my father...Copy !req
982. to Friar Laurence to make
confession and be absolved.Copy !req
983. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death.Copy !req
984. Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous...Copy !req
985. that she doth give her sorrow
so much sway...Copy !req
986. and in his wisdom hastes our marriage
to stop the inundation of her tears.Copy !req
987. Happily met, my lady and my wife.Copy !req
988. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.Copy !req
989. That "may be" must be, love,
on Thursday next.Copy !req
990. - What must be shall be.
- Well, that's a certain text.Copy !req
991. Come you to make confession?Copy !req
992. Are you at leisure, holy Father, now,
or shall I come to you at evening mass?Copy !req
993. My leisure serves thee,
pensive daughter, now.Copy !req
994. Good sir, we must entreat the time alone.Copy !req
995. God shield I should disturb devotion!Copy !req
996. Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye.Copy !req
997. Till then adieu...Copy !req
998. and keep this holy kiss.Copy !req
999. Tell me not, Father,
that thou hearest of this...Copy !req
1000. unless thou tell me how I may prevent it!
- It strains me past the compass of my wits!Copy !req
1001. If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help...Copy !req
1002. do thou but call my resolution wise.Copy !req
1003. - And with this, I'll help it presently!
- Hold, daughter!Copy !req
1004. Be not so long to speak! I long to die!Copy !req
1005. I do spy a kind of hope...Copy !req
1006. which craves as desperate an execution...Copy !req
1007. as that is desperate
which we would prevent.Copy !req
1008. If, rather than to marry with this Paris...Copy !req
1009. thou hast the strength of will
to slay thyself...Copy !req
1010. then it is likely thou wilt
undertake a thing like death...Copy !req
1011. to chide away this shame.Copy !req
1012. And, if thou darest...Copy !req
1013. I'll give thee remedy.Copy !req
1014. No warmth, no breath shall testify thou livest.Copy !req
1015. Each part,
deprived of supple government...Copy !req
1016. shall stiff and stark and cold
appear, like death.Copy !req
1017. Now, when the bridegroom in the morning
comes to rouse thee from thy bed...Copy !req
1018. there art thou dead.Copy !req
1019. Thou shalt be borne
to that same ancient vault...Copy !req
1020. where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.Copy !req
1021. And in this borrowed likeness
of shrunk death...Copy !req
1022. thou shalt continue
four and twenty hours...Copy !req
1023. and then awake as from a pleasant sleep.Copy !req
1024. In the meantime, against thou shalt awake...Copy !req
1025. shall Romeo by my letters know our drift.Copy !req
1026. And hither shall he come that very night
to bear thee both hence to Mantua.Copy !req
1027. Take thou this vial, being then in bed...Copy !req
1028. and this distilling liquor drink thou off.Copy !req
1029. I'll send my letters to thy lord
post haste to Mantua.Copy !req
1030. Hello?Copy !req
1031. What if this mixture do not work at all?Copy !req
1032. Shall I be married then tomorrow morning?Copy !req
1033. - What, are you busy? Need you my help?
- No, madam.Copy !req
1034. We have culled such necessaries
as are behoveful for our estate tomorrow.Copy !req
1035. So please you, let me now be left alone,
and let the nurse this night sit up with you.Copy !req
1036. For I am sure you have your hands full all...Copy !req
1037. in this so sudden business.Copy !req
1038. Good night.Copy !req
1039. Get thee to bed and rest...Copy !req
1040. for thou hast need.Copy !req
1041. Farewell.Copy !req
1042. God knows when we shall meet again.Copy !req
1043. Good night.Copy !req
1044. Romeo...Copy !req
1045. I drink to thee.Copy !req
1046. As the custom is, in all her best array,
bear her to church.Copy !req
1047. And all this day an unaccustomed spirit...Copy !req
1048. lifts me above the ground
with cheerful thoughts.Copy !req
1049. I dreamt my lady came
and found me dead...Copy !req
1050. and breathed such life with kisses
in my lips that I revived...Copy !req
1051. and was an emperor.Copy !req
1052. Ah me!Copy !req
1053. How sweet is love itself possessed...Copy !req
1054. when but love's shadows
are so rich in joy!Copy !req
1055. News from Verona!Copy !req
1056. How now, Balthasar?Copy !req
1057. Dost thou not bring me
letters from the priest?Copy !req
1058. How doth my lady? Is my father well?Copy !req
1059. How doth my lady Juliet?
For nothing can be ill if she be well.Copy !req
1060. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill.Copy !req
1061. Her body rests in chapel monument...Copy !req
1062. and her immortal part
with the angels lives.Copy !req
1063. I saw her laid low.Copy !req
1064. Pardon me for bringing these ill news.Copy !req
1065. Is it e'en so?Copy !req
1066. Then I defy you, stars!Copy !req
1067. Juliet!Copy !req
1068. Juliet!Copy !req
1069. - I will hence tonight.
- Have patience!Copy !req
1070. Leave me!Copy !req
1071. Your looks are pale and wild
and do import some misadventure.Copy !req
1072. Tush! Thou art deceived!Copy !req
1073. Hast thou no letters to me from the priest?Copy !req
1074. No matter.Copy !req
1075. Well, Juliet...Copy !req
1076. I will lie with thee tonight.Copy !req
1077. I will hence tonight.Copy !req
1078. (police radio)
Romeo is within Verona walls.Copy !req
1079. Fear comes upon me!Copy !req
1080. O, much I fear...Copy !req
1081. some ill, unthrifty thing!Copy !req
1082. The letter was of dear import!Copy !req
1083. I couldn't send it,
nor get a messenger to bring it thee.Copy !req
1084. The neglecting it may do much damage.Copy !req
1085. Bring forth these enemies,
Capulet and Montague!Copy !req
1086. Let me have a dram of poison...Copy !req
1087. such soon-speeding gear as will
disperse itself through all the veins...Copy !req
1088. that the life-weary taker may fall dead.Copy !req
1089. Such mortal drugs I have, but Verona law
is death to any he that utters them.Copy !req
1090. The world is not thy friend,
nor the world's law!Copy !req
1091. Then be not poor, but break it...Copy !req
1092. and take this!Copy !req
1093. My poverty but not my will consents.Copy !req
1094. I pay thy poverty and not thy will.Copy !req
1095. Drink it off...Copy !req
1096. and if you had the strength of 20 men,
it would dispatch you straight.Copy !req
1097. There's my gold.Copy !req
1098. Worse poison to men's souls...Copy !req
1099. than these poor compounds
that thou may'st not sell.Copy !req
1100. Romeo hath no notice of these accidents.Copy !req
1101. I will write again to Mantua.Copy !req
1102. Within the hour will the fair Juliet wake.Copy !req
1103. She stirs. The lady stirs.Copy !req
1104. - I do beseech you.
- Live and be prosperous.Copy !req
1105. And farewell, good fellow.Copy !req
1106. Then I will leave thee.Copy !req
1107. Tempt not a desperate man!Copy !req
1108. Hold! Hold!Copy !req
1109. Hold!Copy !req
1110. (Prince) Once more I say to you, hold!Copy !req
1111. My love...Copy !req
1112. My wife...Copy !req
1113. Death that hath sucked
the honey of thy breath...Copy !req
1114. hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.Copy !req
1115. Thou art not conquered.Copy !req
1116. Beauty's ensign yet is crimson
in thy lips and in thy cheeks...Copy !req
1117. and death's pale flag is not advanced there.Copy !req
1118. Dear Juliet, why art thou yet so fair?Copy !req
1119. Shall I believe that
unsubstantial death is amorous...Copy !req
1120. and keeps thee here in dark
to be his paramour?Copy !req
1121. Here.Copy !req
1122. O, here will I set up my everlasting rest...Copy !req
1123. and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
from this world-wearied flesh.Copy !req
1124. Eyes, look your last.Copy !req
1125. Arms, take your last embrace.Copy !req
1126. And lips...Copy !req
1127. O you, the doors to breath...Copy !req
1128. seal with a righteous kiss...Copy !req
1129. a dateless bargain...Copy !req
1130. to engrossing death.Copy !req
1131. Romeo...Copy !req
1132. What's here?Copy !req
1133. Poison...Copy !req
1134. Drunk all, and left no friendly drop
to help me after?Copy !req
1135. I'll kiss thy lips.Copy !req
1136. Haply some poison yet doth hang on them.Copy !req
1137. Thy lips are warm.Copy !req
1138. Thus...Copy !req
1139. with a kiss...Copy !req
1140. I die.Copy !req
1141. See what a scourge
is laid upon your hate...Copy !req
1142. that heaven finds means
to kill your joys with love!Copy !req
1143. And l, for winking at your discords too,
have lost a brace of kinsmen.Copy !req
1144. All are punished.Copy !req
1145. All are punished!Copy !req
1146. (TV) A glooming peace
this morning with it brings.Copy !req
1147. The sun for sorrow
will not show his head.Copy !req
1148. Go hence, to have more talk
of these sad things.Copy !req
1149. Some shall be pardoned,
and some punished.Copy !req
1150. For never was a story of more woe
than this of Juliet and her Romeo.Copy !req