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 overthrowsCopy !req
8. doth with their death
bury their parents' strife.Copy !req
9. The fearful passage
of their death-mark'd loveCopy !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. The boys! The boys!Copy !req
24. - The quarrel is between our masters.
- And us their men!Copy !req
25. Hubble, bubble, toil and trouble!Copy !req
26. And I am a pretty piece of flesh!Copy !req
27. I am...Copy !req
28. - Here comes of the house of Capulet!
- Quarrel, I will back thee.Copy !req
29. I will bite my thumb at them, which is
a disgrace to them, if they bear it.Copy !req
30. Go forth! I will back thee!Copy !req
31. - Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
- I do bite my thumb, sir.Copy !req
32. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?Copy !req
33. - Is the law of our side if I say ay?
- No!Copy !req
34. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir,
but I bite my thumb, sir!Copy !req
35. - Do you quarrel, sir?
- Quarrel, sir? No, sir!Copy !req
36. But if you do, sir, I am for you.
I serve as good a man as you.Copy !req
37. No better?Copy !req
38. Here comes our kinsman. Say better!Copy !req
39. - Yes, sir, better!
- You lie!Copy !req
40. Draw, if you be men!Copy !req
41. Part, fools! You know not what you do.Copy !req
42. Put up your Swords!Copy !req
43. What, art thou drawn
among these heartless hinds?Copy !req
44. Turn thee, Benvolio,Copy !req
45. and look upon thy death.Copy !req
46. I do but keep the peace.Copy !req
47. Put up thy Sword,Copy !req
48. or manage it to part these men with me.Copy !req
49. Peace?Copy !req
50. I hate the word...Copy !req
51. as I hate hell,Copy !req
52. all Montagues,Copy !req
53. - and thee.
- Bang bang!Copy !req
54. Bang.Copy !req
55. - Come forth! Come!
- Wait!Copy !req
56. Come forth!Copy !req
57. From ancient grudge
break to new mutiny...Copy !req
58. Do not proceed!Copy !req
59. Give me my Longsword, ho!Copy !req
60. Thou shalt not stir one foot
to seek a foe.Copy !req
61. Rebellious subjects,Copy !req
62. enemies to peace!Copy !req
63. Throw your mistemper'd weapons
to the ground!Copy !req
64. On pain of torture,Copy !req
65. from those bloody hands throw your
mistemper'd weapons to the ground!Copy !req
66. Three civil brawls,Copy !req
67. bred of an airy word by thee,
old Capulet, and Montague,Copy !req
68. have thrice disturbed
the quiet of our streets.Copy !req
69. If ever you disturb our streets again,Copy !req
70. your lives shall pay
the forfeit of the peace.Copy !req
71. O where is Romeo? Saw you him today?Copy !req
72. Right glad I am he was not at this fray.Copy !req
73. Madam, underneath the Grove
of Sycamore,Copy !req
74. so early walking did I see your son.Copy !req
75. Many a morning
hath he there been seen,Copy !req
76. with tears augmenting
the fresh morning's dew.Copy !req
77. Away from light
steals home my heavy son,Copy !req
78. and private in his chamber
pens himself,Copy !req
79. shuts up his windows,Copy !req
80. locks fair daylight out,
and makes himself an artificial night.Copy !req
81. Why, then...Copy !req
82. O brawling love, O loving hate!Copy !req
83. O anything of nothing first create!Copy !req
84. Heavy lightness,Copy !req
85. serious vanity.Copy !req
86. Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms.Copy !req
87. Black and portentous
must this humour prove...Copy !req
88. unless good counsel
may the cause remove.Copy !req
89. So please you, step aside.Copy !req
90. I'll know his grievance
or be much denied.Copy !req
91. Come, madam, let's away.Copy !req
92. Good morrow, cousin.Copy !req
93. Is the day so young?Copy !req
94. But new struck, coz.Copy !req
95. Ay me, sad hours seem long.Copy !req
96. Was that my father that went hence so fast?Copy !req
97. It was.Copy !req
98. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?Copy !req
99. Not having that
which having makes them short.Copy !req
100. - In love?
- Out.Copy !req
101. - Of love?
- Out of her favour where I am in love.Copy !req
102. Alas that love,
so gentle in his view,Copy !req
103. should be so tyrannous
and rough in proof.Copy !req
104. Alas that love,
whose view is muffled still,Copy !req
105. should without eyes
see pathways to his will.Copy !req
106. Where shall we dine?Copy !req
107. .. this costly blood.Copy !req
108. Never anger made good guard for itself.Copy !req
109. The law hath not been dead...Copy !req
110. O me! What fray was here?Copy !req
111. - Coz, l...
- Yet tell me not, for I've heard it all.Copy !req
112. Here's much to do with hate,
but more with love.Copy !req
113. Why, then, O brawling love,
O loving hate!Copy !req
114. O anything of nothing first create!Copy !req
115. O heavy lightness, serious vanity!Copy !req
116. Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!Copy !req
117. Feather of lead, br...Copy !req
118. Dost thou not laugh?Copy !req
119. No, coz, I rather weep.Copy !req
120. Good heart, at what?Copy !req
121. - At thy good heart's oppression.
- Farewell, my coz.Copy !req
122. Soft, I will go along. And if you
leave me so, you do me wrong.Copy !req
123. But Montague is bound as well as I,
in penalty alike.Copy !req
124. And 'tis not hard, I think, for men
as old as we to keep the peace.Copy !req
125. Of honourable reckoning are you both,
and pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.Copy !req
126. But now, my lord,
what say you to my suit?Copy !req
127. But saying o'er what I have said before:
my child is yet a stranger in the world.Copy !req
128. Let two more summers wither in their pride
ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.Copy !req
129. Younger than she are happy mothers made.Copy !req
130. And too soon marr'd are those so early made.Copy !req
131. This night I hold an old accustom'd feast.Copy !req
132. At my poor house look to behold this nightCopy !req
133. fresh female buds
that make dark heaven light.Copy !req
134. Hear all, all see,Copy !req
135. and like her most
whose merit most shall be.Copy !req
136. Come, go with me.Copy !req
137. Tell me in sadness,
who is it that you love?Copy !req
138. In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.Copy !req
139. I aim'd so near when I supposed you loved.Copy !req
140. A right good marksman!
And she's fair I love.Copy !req
141. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.Copy !req
142. Well, in that hit you miss.
She'll not be hit with Cupid's arrow;Copy !req
143. nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,Copy !req
144. nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.Copy !req
145. Then she hath sworn
that she will still live chaste?Copy !req
146. She hath, and in that sparing
makes huge waste.Copy !req
147. - Be ruled by me. Forget to think of her.
- Teach me how I should forget to think.Copy !req
148. By giving liberty unto thine eyes.
Examine other beauties.Copy !req
149. Why, Romeo, art thou mad?Copy !req
150. Not mad,
but bound more than a madman is.Copy !req
151. Shut up in prison, kept without
my food, whipp'd and tormented.Copy !req
152. Good day, good fellow.Copy !req
153. I'll tell you without asking. The great rich
Capulet holds an old accustom'd feast.Copy !req
154. A fair assembly. Signor Placentio
and his wife and daughters,Copy !req
155. the lady widow of Utruvio,
and her lovely nieces Rosaline...Copy !req
156. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
sups the fair Rosaline,Copy !req
157. whom thou so loves,
with all the admired beauties of Verona.Copy !req
158. If you be not of the House of oontague,
come and crush a cup of wineoCopy !req
159. Go thither, and with unattainted eyeCopy !req
160. compare her face with some
that I shall show,Copy !req
161. and I will make thee think thy swan a crow.Copy !req
162. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,Copy !req
163. but to rejoice in splendour of mine own.Copy !req
164. Juliet!Copy !req
165. Nurse!Copy !req
166. Nurse, where's my daughter?
Call her forth to me.Copy !req
167. I bade her come. God forbid!Copy !req
168. Julieta!Copy !req
169. Madam, I am here. What is your will?Copy !req
170. O nurse, give us leave awhile.
We must talk in secret.Copy !req
171. Nurse, come back again!
I have remembered me.Copy !req
172. Thou's hear our counsel.Copy !req
173. Nurse, thou knowest
my daughter's of a pretty age.Copy !req
174. Thou wast the prettiest babe
that e'er I nursed.Copy !req
175. By my count, I was your mother
much upon these years.Copy !req
176. You are now a maid.Copy !req
177. Thus then in brief!Copy !req
178. The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.Copy !req
179. A man, young lady!Copy !req
180. Lady, such a man as all the world.
Why, he's a man of wax!Copy !req
181. Verona's summer hath not such a flower...Copy !req
182. Nay, he's a flower. In faith, a very flower...Copy !req
183. Nurse!Copy !req
184. This night you shall behold him at our feast.Copy !req
185. Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face
and find delight writ thereCopy !req
186. with beauty's pen.Copy !req
187. This precious book of love,
this unbound lover,Copy !req
188. to beautify him, only lacks a cover.Copy !req
189. So shall you share all that he doth possess,Copy !req
190. by having him making yourself no less.Copy !req
191. Nay, bigger. Women grow by men.Copy !req
192. Speak briefly, could you like of Paris' love?Copy !req
193. I'll look to like, if looking liking move.Copy !req
194. But no more deep will I endart mine eyeCopy !req
195. than your consent
gives strength to make it fly.Copy !req
196. Madam, the guests are come.Copy !req
197. Go!Copy !req
198. We follow thee.Copy !req
199. Juliet!Copy !req
200. Go, girl. Seek happy nights to happy days.Copy !req
201. You taffeta punk!Copy !req
202. Die a beggar!Copy !req
203. Ending up just another
lost and lonely wifeCopy !req
204. Young heartsCopy !req
205. Run freeCopy !req
206. Never be hung upCopy !req
207. Like Rosaline and theeCopy !req
208. Nay, gentle Romeo,
we must have you dance.Copy !req
209. Not I. Not I, believe me.Copy !req
210. You have dancing shoes with
nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.Copy !req
211. You are a lover.Copy !req
212. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar
with them above a common bound.Copy !req
213. Under love's heavy burden do I sink.Copy !req
214. Too great oppression for a tender thing.Copy !req
215. Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,Copy !req
216. too rude, too boisterous,
and it pricks like thorn.Copy !req
217. If love be rough with you, be rough with love.Copy !req
218. Prick love for pricking,
and you beat love down.Copy !req
219. Every man, betake him to his legs!Copy !req
220. Come, we burn daylight, ho!Copy !req
221. - But 'tis no wit to go!
- Why, may one ask?Copy !req
222. - I dreamt a dream tonight.
- And so did l.Copy !req
223. - And what was yours?
- That dreamers often lie.Copy !req
224. In bed asleep,
while they do dream things true.Copy !req
225. Then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.Copy !req
226. She is the fairies' midwife,Copy !req
227. and she comes in shape
no bigger than an agate-stoneCopy !req
228. on the forefinger of an alderman,Copy !req
229. drawn with a team of little atomiesCopy !req
230. over men's noses as they lie asleep.Copy !req
231. Her chariot is an empty hazelnut,Copy !req
232. her waggoner a small grey-coated gnat.Copy !req
233. And in this state she gallops
night by night through lovers' brains,Copy !req
234. and then they dream of...Copy !req
235. love;Copy !req
236. o'er lawyers' fingers,
who straight dream on fees.Copy !req
237. Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,Copy !req
238. and then dreams he
of cutting foreign throats;Copy !req
239. and, being thus frighted, swears
a prayer or two, and sleeps again.Copy !req
240. This is the hag,
when maids lie on their backs,Copy !req
241. that presses them
and learns them first to bear,Copy !req
242. making them women of good carriage!Copy !req
243. This is she!Copy !req
244. Peace, good Mercutio, peace!Copy !req
245. Thou talk'st of nothing.Copy !req
246. True.Copy !req
247. I talk of dreams,Copy !req
248. which are the children of an idle brain,Copy !req
249. begot of nothing but vain fantasy;Copy !req
250. which is as thin of substance as the air
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 aside to the dew-dropping south.Copy !req
254. This wind you talk of
blows us from ourselves!Copy !req
255. Supper is done, and we shall come too late!Copy !req
256. I fear, too early.Copy !req
257. For my mind misgives some consequence,
yet hanging in the stars,Copy !req
258. shall bitterly begin his fearful date
with this night's revels,Copy !req
259. and expire the term...Copy !req
260. of a despised life closed within my breast...Copy !req
261. by some vile forfeit of untimely death.Copy !req
262. But he that hath the steerage of my courseCopy !req
263. direct my sail!Copy !req
264. On, lusty gentlemen!Copy !req
265. Thy drugs are quick.Copy !req
266. I have seen the day that I could tellCopy !req
267. a whispering tale in a fair lady's ear
such as would please.Copy !req
268. Pride can stand a thousand trialsCopy !req
269. The strong will never fallCopy !req
270. But watching stars without youCopy !req
271. My soul criedCopy !req
272. Heaving heartCopy !req
273. Is full of painCopy !req
274. The achingCopy !req
275. Cos I'm kissing youCopy !req
276. I'm kissing youCopy !req
277. Madam, your mother calls!Copy !req
278. Touch me deepCopy !req
279. Pure and trueCopy !req
280. Will you now deny to dance?Copy !req
281. A man, young lady. Such a man!Copy !req
282. What!Copy !req
283. Dares that slave come hither
to fleer and scorn at our solemnity?Copy !req
284. Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
to strike him dead I hold it not a sin!Copy !req
285. Why, how now, kinsman!
Wherefore storm you so?Copy !req
286. Uncle, this is that villain Romeo.
A Montague, our foe.Copy !req
287. - Romeo is it?
- 'Tis he.Copy !req
288. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone.Copy !req
289. I would not for the wealth of all this townCopy !req
290. here in my house do him disparagement.Copy !req
291. Therefore be patient, take no note of him.Copy !req
292. Uncle, I'll not endure him.Copy !req
293. He shall be endured.Copy !req
294. Go to!Copy !req
295. What, goodman boy? I say he shall!Copy !req
296. Go to!Copy !req
297. Uncle, 'tis a shame.Copy !req
298. Make a mutiny among my guests?Copy !req
299. Did my heart love till now?Copy !req
300. Forswear it, sight.Copy !req
301. For I never saw true beauty till this night.Copy !req
302. Where are you now?Copy !req
303. Cos I'm kissing youCopy !req
304. I'm kissing you nowCopy !req
305. If I profane with my unworthiest hand
this holy shrine,Copy !req
306. the gentle sin is this.Copy !req
307. My lips, two blushing pilgrims,
ready standCopy !req
308. to smooth that rough touch
with a tender kiss.Copy !req
309. Good pilgrim,
you do wrong your hand too much,Copy !req
310. which mannerly devotion shows in this.Copy !req
311. For saints have hands
that pilgrims' hands do touch,Copy !req
312. and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.Copy !req
313. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?Copy !req
314. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.Copy !req
315. Well, then, dear saint,
let lips do what hands do.Copy !req
316. They pray, grant thou,
lest faith turn to despair.Copy !req
317. Saints do not move,
though grant for prayers' sake.Copy !req
318. Then move not,
while my prayer's effect I take.Copy !req
319. Dave!Copy !req
320. Thus from my lips,
by thine, my sin is purged.Copy !req
321. Then have my lips the sin
that they have took?Copy !req
322. Sin from my lips?
O trespass sweetly urged!Copy !req
323. Give me my sin again.Copy !req
324. You kiss by the book.Copy !req
325. Juliet!Copy !req
326. Madam, your mother craves a word with you.Copy !req
327. Come, let's away!Copy !req
328. Is she a Capulet?Copy !req
329. His name is Romeo, and he's a Montague,Copy !req
330. the only son of your great enemy.Copy !req
331. Away, be gone. The sport is at its best.Copy !req
332. Ay, so I fear. The more is my unrest.Copy !req
333. ..a pretty piece of flesh! I am!Copy !req
334. My only love sprung from my only hate!Copy !req
335. Too early seen unknown, and known too late!Copy !req
336. Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
that I must love a loathed enemy.Copy !req
337. I will withdraw.Copy !req
338. But this intrusion shall,
now seeming sweet,Copy !req
339. convert to bitterest gall.Copy !req
340. A pretty piece of flesh! I am!Copy !req
341. Romeo!Copy !req
342. Humours! Madman!Copy !req
343. Passion! Lover!Copy !req
344. I will conjure thee
by Rosaline's bright eyes,Copy !req
345. by her high forehead
and her scarlet lip,Copy !req
346. by her fine foot, straight leg,
and quivering thigh!Copy !req
347. O Romeo, that she were an open-ass
and thou a poperin pear!Copy !req
348. He jests at scars that never felt the wound.Copy !req
349. Romeo!Copy !req
350. Good night!Copy !req
351. I'll to my truckle-bed.
This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep.Copy !req
352. But soft!Copy !req
353. What light through yonder window breaks?Copy !req
354. It is the east,Copy !req
355. and Juliet is the sun!Copy !req
356. Arise, fair sun,
and kill the envious moon,Copy !req
357. who is already sick and pale with griefCopy !req
358. that thou, her maid,
art far more fair than she.Copy !req
359. Be not her maid, since she is envious.Copy !req
360. Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
and none but fools do wear it.Copy !req
361. O cast it off!Copy !req
362. It is my lady, it is my love.Copy !req
363. O that she knew she were.Copy !req
364. Ay me!Copy !req
365. She speaks.Copy !req
366. Speak again, bright angel.Copy !req
367. Romeo.Copy !req
368. O Romeo!Copy !req
369. Wherefore art thou Romeo?Copy !req
370. Deny thy father and refuse thy name.Copy !req
371. Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
and I'll no longer be a Capulet.Copy !req
372. Shall I hear more,Copy !req
373. or shall I speak at this?Copy !req
374. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.Copy !req
375. Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.Copy !req
376. What's Montague?Copy !req
377. It is not hand,Copy !req
378. nor foot, nor arm, nor face,Copy !req
379. nor any other part belonging to a man.Copy !req
380. O be some other name!Copy !req
381. What's in a name?Copy !req
382. That which we call a rose by
any other word would smell as sweet.Copy !req
383. So Romeo would,
were he not Romeo called,Copy !req
384. retain that dear perfection
which he owes without that title.Copy !req
385. Romeo, doff thy name;Copy !req
386. and for thy name, which is
no part of thee, take all myself.Copy !req
387. I take thee at thy word.Copy !req
388. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?Copy !req
389. Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.Copy !req
390. How camest thou hither, tell me,
and wherefore?Copy !req
391. The garden walls are high
and hard to climb,Copy !req
392. and the place death,
considering who thou art.Copy !req
393. With love's light wings
did I o'erperch these walls,Copy !req
394. for stony limits cannot hold love out,Copy !req
395. and what love can do,
that dares love attempt.Copy !req
396. Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me!Copy !req
397. If they do see thee, they will murder thee.Copy !req
398. I have night's cloak
to hide me from their eyes.Copy !req
399. But thou love me,Copy !req
400. let them find me here.Copy !req
401. My life were better ended by their hate
than death prorogued,Copy !req
402. wanting of thy love.Copy !req
403. Thou knowest
the mask of night is on my face;Copy !req
404. else would a maiden blush
bepaint my cheekCopy !req
405. for that which thou hast
heard me speak tonight.Copy !req
406. Fain would I dwell on form,Copy !req
407. fain, fain deny what I have spoke.Copy !req
408. But... farewell compliment.Copy !req
409. Dost thou love me?Copy !req
410. I know thou wilt say "Ay",
and I will take thy word.Copy !req
411. Yet, if thou swear'st,
thou may'st prove false.Copy !req
412. O gentle Romeo, if thou dost love,
pronounce it faithfully.Copy !req
413. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow,Copy !req
414. that tips with silver all these fruit tree tops...Copy !req
415. O swear not by the moon,Copy !req
416. the inconstant moon that monthly
changes in her circled orb,Copy !req
417. lest that thy love prove likewise variable.Copy !req
418. What shall I swear by?Copy !req
419. Do not swear at all.Copy !req
420. Or, if thou wilt,Copy !req
421. swear by thy gracious self
which is the god of my idolatry,Copy !req
422. and I'll believe thee.Copy !req
423. If my heart's...Copy !req
424. dear love...Copy !req
425. Do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
I have no joy in this contract tonight.Copy !req
426. It is too rash, too unadvised,
too sudden, too like the lightning,Copy !req
427. which doth cease to be
ere one can say "It lightens".Copy !req
428. Sweet, good night!Copy !req
429. This bud of love,
by summer's ripening breath,Copy !req
430. may prove a beauteous flower
when next we meet.Copy !req
431. Good night.Copy !req
432. Good night!Copy !req
433. O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?Copy !req
434. What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?Copy !req
435. The exchange of thy love's
faithful vow for mine.Copy !req
436. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it!Copy !req
437. Juliet!Copy !req
438. Three words, dear Romeo,
and good night indeed.Copy !req
439. If that thy bent of love be honourable,
thy purpose marriage,Copy !req
440. send me word tomorrow, by one
that I'll procure to come to thee,Copy !req
441. where and what time thou wilt
perform the rite,Copy !req
442. and all my fortunes at thy foot I'll layCopy !req
443. and follow thee, my lord,
throughout the world.Copy !req
444. Julieta!Copy !req
445. Ay! By and by, I come!Copy !req
446. But if thou meanest not well,
I do beseech thee...Copy !req
447. By and by, I come!Copy !req
448. ..to cease thy strife,
and leave me to my grief.Copy !req
449. Tomorrow will I send.Copy !req
450. So thrive my soul.Copy !req
451. A thousand times good night.Copy !req
452. A thousand times the worse,
to want thy light!Copy !req
453. Juliet!Copy !req
454. Julieta!Copy !req
455. Good night.Copy !req
456. Love goes toward love
as schoolboys from their books;Copy !req
457. but love from love,Copy !req
458. toward school with heavy looks.Copy !req
459. Romeo!Copy !req
460. What o'clock tomorrow
shall I send to thee?Copy !req
461. By the hour of nine.Copy !req
462. I will not fail. 'Tis twenty year till then.Copy !req
463. Good night.Copy !req
464. Good night. Good night.Copy !req
465. Parting is such sweet sorrowCopy !req
466. that I shall say good night till it be morrow.Copy !req
467. Juliet!Copy !req
468. You and me alwaysCopy !req
469. And for everCopy !req
470. You and me alwaysCopy !req
471. And for everCopy !req
472. It was always you and me...Copy !req
473. Almighty is the powerful grace
that lies in plants, herbs, stones,Copy !req
474. and their true qualities.Copy !req
475. For nought so vile
that on the earth doth liveCopy !req
476. but to the earth
some special good doth give.Copy !req
477. And nought so good
but strained from that fair use,Copy !req
478. revolts from true birth,
stumbling on abuse.Copy !req
479. Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied,Copy !req
480. and vice sometime's by action dignified.Copy !req
481. Within the infant rind of this weak flower...Copy !req
482. poison is resident...Copy !req
483. and medicine power.Copy !req
484. For this, being smelt,
with that part cheers each part.Copy !req
485. Being tasted,Copy !req
486. slays all senses with the heart.Copy !req
487. Two such opposed kings encamp them still
in man as well as herbs,Copy !req
488. grace and rude will.Copy !req
489. And where the worser is predominant,
full soon the canker deathCopy !req
490. eats up that plant.Copy !req
491. Good morrow, Father!Copy !req
492. Benedicite!Copy !req
493. What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?Copy !req
494. Good morrow, Romeo.Copy !req
495. Good morrow.Copy !req
496. Young son, it argues a distemper'd headCopy !req
497. so soon to bid good morrow to thy bed.Copy !req
498. Or if not so, then here I hit it right...Copy !req
499. Our Romeo hath not seen his bed tonight!Copy !req
500. The last is true - the sweeter rest was mine.Copy !req
501. God pardon sin! Wast thou with Rosaline?Copy !req
502. Rosaline? My ghostly father, no!Copy !req
503. I have forgot that name,
and that name's woe.Copy !req
504. That's my good son.
But where then hast thou been?Copy !req
505. I have been feasting with mine enemy,
where on a sudden one hath wounded meCopy !req
506. that's by me wounded.Copy !req
507. Both our remedies within thy help
and holy physic lies.Copy !req
508. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift.Copy !req
509. Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.Copy !req
510. Then plainly know
my heart's dear love is setCopy !req
511. on the fair daughter of rich Capulet.Copy !req
512. We met, we wooed,Copy !req
513. we made exchange of vow.Copy !req
514. I'll tell thee as we pass, but this I pray,Copy !req
515. that thou consent to marry us today.Copy !req
516. Holy Saint Francis!Copy !req
517. What a change is here!Copy !req
518. Is Rosaline, that thou didst love
so dear, so soon forsaken?Copy !req
519. Young men's love then lies not truly
in their hearts, but in their eyes.Copy !req
520. Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.Copy !req
521. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.Copy !req
522. I pray thee...Copy !req
523. chide me not!Copy !req
524. Her I love now doth grace for grace
and love for love allow.Copy !req
525. The other did not so.Copy !req
526. Yes, she well knew...Copy !req
527. thy love did read by rote,
that could not spell.Copy !req
528. Maybe I'm just like my motherCopy !req
529. She's never satisfiedCopy !req
530. oor this alliance may so happy proveCopy !req
531. to turn your households' rancourCopy !req
532. to pure love.Copy !req
533. This is what it sounds likeCopy !req
534. When doves cryCopy !req
535. Come, young waverer, come, go with me.Copy !req
536. In one respect I'll thy assistant be.Copy !req
537. For this alliance may so happy proveCopy !req
538. to turn your households' rancour
to pure love.Copy !req
539. O let us hence! I stand on sudden haste!Copy !req
540. Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast.Copy !req
541. Maybe I'm just too demandingCopy !req
542. Maybe I'm just like my father, too boldCopy !req
543. Maybe I'm just like my motherCopy !req
544. She's never satisfiedCopy !req
545. Why do we scream at each other?Copy !req
546. Where the devil should this Romeo be?
Came he not home tonight?Copy !req
547. Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.Copy !req
548. Why, that same pale hard-hearted
wench, that Rosaline,Copy !req
549. torments him so, that he will sure run mad.Copy !req
550. Tybalt hath sent a letter to his father's house.Copy !req
551. - A challenge, on my life!
- Romeo will answer it?Copy !req
552. Any man that can write may answer a letter.Copy !req
553. Nay, he will answer the letter's master,
how he dares being dared.Copy !req
554. Well, alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead!
Stabbed with a white wench's black eye!Copy !req
555. Run through the ear with a love-song!Copy !req
556. The very pin of his heart cleft
with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft!Copy !req
557. And is he a man to encounter Tybalt?Copy !req
558. - Why, what is Tybalt?
- More than Prince of Cats.Copy !req
559. He is the courageous
captain of compliments!Copy !req
560. He fights as you sing pricksong.Copy !req
561. Keeps time, distance, and proportion.Copy !req
562. He rests his minim rests.Copy !req
563. One, two, and a third...Copy !req
564. in your bosom.Copy !req
565. The very butcher of a silk button.Copy !req
566. A duellist.Copy !req
567. A duellist! A gentleman
of the very first house,Copy !req
568. of the first and second cause.Copy !req
569. The immortal passado!Copy !req
570. The punto reverso!Copy !req
571. The what?Copy !req
572. Here comes Romeo.Copy !req
573. Ho-ho, taffeta punk!Copy !req
574. Signor Romeo, bonjour!Copy !req
575. There's a French salutation
to your French slop.Copy !req
576. You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night.Copy !req
577. Good morrow to you both.
What counterfeit did I give you?Copy !req
578. The slip, sir, the slip.
Can you not conceive?Copy !req
579. Pardon, good Mercutio.
My business was greatCopy !req
580. and in such a case as mine
a man may strain courtesy.Copy !req
581. That's as much as to say,Copy !req
582. such a case as yours
constrains a man to bow in the hams!Copy !req
583. - Meaning to curtsy?
- Thou hast most kindly hit it.Copy !req
584. - A most courteous exposition.
- Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.Copy !req
585. - Pink for flower?
- Right.Copy !req
586. Why, then is my pump well flowered!Copy !req
587. O sure wit!Copy !req
588. Now art thou sociable. Now art thou Romeo!Copy !req
589. Now art thou what thou art,
by art as well as by nature!Copy !req
590. Here's goodly gear!Copy !req
591. God ye good e'en, fair gentlewoman.Copy !req
592. I desire some confidence with you.Copy !req
593. A bawd!Copy !req
594. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd!Copy !req
595. So ho! So ho!Copy !req
596. Romeo!Copy !req
597. Will you come to your father's?Copy !req
598. We'll to dinner thither.Copy !req
599. I will follow you.Copy !req
600. Farewell, ancient lady! Farewell!Copy !req
601. If ye should lead her
in a fool's paradise, as they say,Copy !req
602. it were a very gross kind
of behaviour, as they say.Copy !req
603. For the lady is youngCopy !req
604. and, therefore, if you should
deal double with her,Copy !req
605. truly it were an ill thing,
and very weak dealing.Copy !req
606. Bid her to come to confession
this afternoonCopy !req
607. and there she shall,
at Friar Laurence's cell, be shrived...Copy !req
608. and married.Copy !req
609. Love me, love meCopy !req
610. Say that you love meCopy !req
611. Fool me, fool meCopy !req
612. Go on and fool meCopy !req
613. Love me, love meCopy !req
614. Pretend that you love meCopy !req
615. O honey nurse! What news?Copy !req
616. - Nurse!
- I am aweary! Give me leave awhile!Copy !req
617. Fie, how my bones ache!Copy !req
618. What a jaunce have l!Copy !req
619. Would thou hadst my bones
and I thy news.Copy !req
620. Come, I pray thee, speak!Copy !req
621. Jesu, what haste! Can you not stay awhile?Copy !req
622. Can you not see that I am out of breath?Copy !req
623. How art thou out of breath
when thou hast breathCopy !req
624. to say to me that thou art out of breath?Copy !req
625. Is the news good or bad? Answer to that.Copy !req
626. Well, you have made a simple choice.Copy !req
627. You know not how to choose a man.Copy !req
628. Romeo? No, not he.Copy !req
629. Though his face be better than any man's,Copy !req
630. yet his leg excels all men's,Copy !req
631. and for a hand and a foot and a body...Copy !req
632. But all this I did know before.
What says he of our marriage?Copy !req
633. What of that?Copy !req
634. Lord, how my head aches!
What a head have I!Copy !req
635. And my back!Copy !req
636. T'other side!Copy !req
637. Oh, my back!Copy !req
638. In faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.Copy !req
639. Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse!Copy !req
640. Tell me, what says my love?Copy !req
641. Thy love says, like an honest gentleman,Copy !req
642. and a courteous, and a kind,
and a handsome,Copy !req
643. and, I warrant, a virtuous...Copy !req
644. - Where is your mother?
- "Where is your mother?"Copy !req
645. How oddly thou repliest!Copy !req
646. Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
"Where is your mother?"Copy !req
647. God's Lady dear! Are you so hot?
Henceforth, do your messages yourself!Copy !req
648. O here's such a coil!
Come, what says Romeo?Copy !req
649. Have you got leave
to go to confession today?Copy !req
650. I have.Copy !req
651. Then hie you hence to Father Laurence' cell.Copy !req
652. There stays a husband to make you a wife!Copy !req
653. Everybody's free to feel goodCopy !req
654. To feel goodCopy !req
655. Brother and sisterCopy !req
656. Together we'll make it throughCopy !req
657. Someday a spirit will take you
and guide you thereCopy !req
658. I know you've been hurtingCopy !req
659. But I've been waiting to be there for youCopy !req
660. And I'll be there just helping you outCopy !req
661. Whenever I canCopy !req
662. Everybody's freeCopy !req
663. These violent delights
have violent ends.Copy !req
664. And in their triumph die
like fire and powderCopy !req
665. which, as they kiss, consume.Copy !req
666. The sweetest honey is loathsome
in his own deliciousness.Copy !req
667. Therefore love moderately.Copy !req
668. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter,
for us both.Copy !req
669. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire!Copy !req
670. The day is hot, the Capels are abroad,Copy !req
671. and if we meet we shall not 'scape a brawl,Copy !req
672. for now, these hot days,
is the mad blood stirring.Copy !req
673. We're the Caps!Copy !req
674. See? Thou art like one of these fellows...Copy !req
675. that, when he enters
the confines of a tavern,Copy !req
676. claps me his Sword upon the tableCopy !req
677. and says, "God send me no need of thee".Copy !req
678. And, by the operation of the second cup,Copy !req
679. draws him on the drawer,
when indeed there is no need.Copy !req
680. Yeah!Copy !req
681. Am I like such a fellow?Copy !req
682. Thou art as hot a jack in thy mood
as any in Verona.Copy !req
683. By my head, here come the Capulets.Copy !req
684. By my heel... I care not.Copy !req
685. Follow me close.Copy !req
686. Gentlemen, good day.
A word with one of you?Copy !req
687. And but one word with one of us?Copy !req
688. Couple it with something.Copy !req
689. Make it a word and a...Copy !req
690. a blow!Copy !req
691. You shall find me apt enough to that, sir,Copy !req
692. and you will give me occasion.Copy !req
693. Could you not take some occasion
without giving?Copy !req
694. Mercutio!Copy !req
695. Thou consortest with Romeo?Copy !req
696. Consort!Copy !req
697. What, dost thou make us minstrels?Copy !req
698. And thou make minstrels of us,
look to hear nothing but discords!Copy !req
699. Here's my fiddlestick!Copy !req
700. Here's that shall make you dance!
Zounds! Consort!Copy !req
701. Either withdraw unto some private place,
or reason coldly of your grievances,Copy !req
702. or else depart. Here all eyes gaze on us!Copy !req
703. Men's eyes were made to look,
and let them gaze.Copy !req
704. I will not budge for no man's pleasure, l.Copy !req
705. Peace be with you, sir. Here comes my man.Copy !req
706. Mercutio!Copy !req
707. Romeo!Copy !req
708. The love I bear thee can afford
no better term than this.Copy !req
709. Thou art a villain!Copy !req
710. Tybalt,Copy !req
711. the reason that I have to love thee...Copy !req
712. doth much excuseCopy !req
713. the appertaining rage to such a greeting.Copy !req
714. Villain am I none.Copy !req
715. Therefore, farewell.Copy !req
716. I see thou knowest me not.Copy !req
717. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
that thou hast done me!Copy !req
718. Turn and draw!Copy !req
719. Turn and draw.Copy !req
720. - Turn and draw.
- I do protest I never injured thee,Copy !req
721. but love thee better than thou canst deviseCopy !req
722. till thou shalt know the reason of my love.Copy !req
723. And so, good Capulet,Copy !req
724. whose name I tender
as dearly as mine own...Copy !req
725. be satisfied.Copy !req
726. Be satisfied.Copy !req
727. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!Copy !req
728. Thou art my soul's hate!Copy !req
729. Tybalt!Copy !req
730. You rat-catcher!Copy !req
731. Will you walk?Copy !req
732. What wouldst thou have with me?Copy !req
733. Good King of Cats,
nothing but one of your nine lives!Copy !req
734. I am for you!Copy !req
735. Forbear this outrage, good Mercutio!Copy !req
736. - Art thou hurt?
- A scratch, a scratch.Copy !req
737. A scratch!Copy !req
738. Ay, a scratch...Copy !req
739. A scratch!Copy !req
740. Courage, man. The hurt cannot be much.Copy !req
741. 'Twill serve.Copy !req
742. Ask for me tomorrow
and you shall find me a grave man.Copy !req
743. A plague o' both your houses!Copy !req
744. They have made worms' meat of me.Copy !req
745. A plague on both your houses!Copy !req
746. No!Copy !req
747. Why the devil came you between us?Copy !req
748. I was hurt under your arm.Copy !req
749. I thought all for the best!Copy !req
750. A plague o' both your houses.Copy !req
751. No! No!Copy !req
752. Come forth!Copy !req
753. Mercutio!Copy !req
754. No!Copy !req
755. Come, gentle night.Copy !req
756. Come, loving, black-browed night.
Give me my Romeo.Copy !req
757. And when I shall die, take him
and cut him out in little starsCopy !req
758. and he will make
the face of heaven so fineCopy !req
759. that all the world
will be in love with nightCopy !req
760. and pay no worship to the garish sun.Copy !req
761. O, I have bought the mansion of a loveCopy !req
762. but not possessed it;Copy !req
763. and though I am sold, not yet enjoyed.Copy !req
764. So... tedious is this day...Copy !req
765. as is the night before some festival
to an impatient childCopy !req
766. that hath new robes and may not wear them.Copy !req
767. Mercutio's soul is but a little way
above our heads,Copy !req
768. staying for thine to keep him company!Copy !req
769. Thou wretched boy shalt with him hence!Copy !req
770. Either thou, or I,Copy !req
771. or both, must go with him!Copy !req
772. Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him!Copy !req
773. Either thou,Copy !req
774. or l, or both, must go with him!Copy !req
775. I am fortune's fool!Copy !req
776. Romeo!Copy !req
777. Away, be gone! Stand not amazed!Copy !req
778. Away!Copy !req
779. Romeo!Copy !req
780. Tybalt!Copy !req
781. Where are the vile beginners of this fray?Copy !req
782. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?Copy !req
783. Romeo he cries aloud, "Hold, friends!"Copy !req
784. Tybalt hit the life of stout Mercutio.Copy !req
785. Tybalt here slain...Copy !req
786. Romeo's hand did slay.Copy !req
787. Prince!Copy !req
788. As thou art true,Copy !req
789. for blood of ours, shed blood of Montague!Copy !req
790. Romeo... spoke him fair,Copy !req
791. could not take truce
with the unruly spleen of Tybalt...Copy !req
792. deaf to peace.Copy !req
793. He is a kinsman to the Montague.
Affection makes him false!Copy !req
794. I beg for justice,
which thou, Prince, must give!Copy !req
795. Romeo slew Tybalt.Copy !req
796. Romeo must not live!Copy !req
797. Romeo slew him. He slew Mercutio.Copy !req
798. Who now the price
of his dear blood doth owe?Copy !req
799. Not Romeo, Prince.
He was Mercutio's friend.Copy !req
800. His fault concludes but what the law
should end - the life of Tybalt.Copy !req
801. And for that offence
immediately we do exile him.Copy !req
802. Noble Prince...Copy !req
803. I will be deaf to pleading and excuses!Copy !req
804. Nor tears nor prayers
shall purchase out abuses!Copy !req
805. Therefore use none!Copy !req
806. Let Romeo hence in haste!Copy !req
807. Else, when he is found, that hour is his last!Copy !req
808. Romeo is banished!Copy !req
809. Banishment...Copy !req
810. Be merciful, say death.Copy !req
811. For exile hath more terror in his look,
much more than death.Copy !req
812. Do not say banishment.Copy !req
813. Affliction is enamoured of thy parts,
and thou art wedded to calamity.Copy !req
814. Hence from Verona art thou banished.Copy !req
815. Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.Copy !req
816. There is no world without Verona walls.Copy !req
817. Hence banished is banish'd from
the world, and world's exile is death.Copy !req
818. Then banished is death mistermed.Copy !req
819. Calling death banished, thou cutt'st
my head off with a golden axeCopy !req
820. and smil'st upon the stroke
that murders me.Copy !req
821. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!Copy !req
822. This is dear mercy and thou seest it not.Copy !req
823. Hence!Copy !req
824. - I come from my lady Juliet!
- Welcome, then.Copy !req
825. Where is my lady's lord?Copy !req
826. Romeo, come forth.Copy !req
827. Nurse.Copy !req
828. Ah, sir.Copy !req
829. Death's the end of all.Copy !req
830. Speakest thou of Juliet?Copy !req
831. Where is she and how doth she?Copy !req
832. And what says my concealed lady
to our cancelled love?Copy !req
833. O she says nothing, sir,
but weeps and weeps.Copy !req
834. And then on Romeo cries,
and then falls down again.Copy !req
835. As if that name, shot from
the deadly level of a gun,Copy !req
836. did murder her, as that name's
cursed hand murdered her kinsman!Copy !req
837. I thought thy disposition better tempered.Copy !req
838. Thy Juliet is alive.
There art thou happy.Copy !req
839. Tybalt would kill thee,
but thou slewest Tybalt.Copy !req
840. There art thou happy.Copy !req
841. The law that threatened death
becomes thy friend and turns it to exile.Copy !req
842. There art thou happy.Copy !req
843. A pack of blessings light upon thy back.Copy !req
844. Wherefore railest thou on thy birth,
the heaven, and earth,Copy !req
845. since birth, and heaven, and earth,
all three do meet in thee at once?Copy !req
846. Sir, a ring my lady bid me give you.Copy !req
847. How well my comfort is revived by this.Copy !req
848. Go.Copy !req
849. Get thee to thy love, as was decreed.Copy !req
850. Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her.Copy !req
851. Hie you! Make haste!Copy !req
852. But look thou...
stay not till the watch be set,Copy !req
853. for then thou canst not pass to Mantua,Copy !req
854. where thou wilt live till we can
find a time to blaze your marriage,Copy !req
855. reconcile your friends,
beg pardon of the Prince,Copy !req
856. and call thee back with
twenty hundred thousand times more joyCopy !req
857. than thou went'st forth in lamentation.Copy !req
858. Quick, hence! Be gone by break of day!Copy !req
859. Sojourn in Mantua!Copy !req
860. Farewell.Copy !req
861. O God!Copy !req
862. Did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?Copy !req
863. O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!Copy !req
864. Was ever book containing
such vile matter so fairly bound?Copy !req
865. O that deceit should dwell
in such a gorgeous palace!Copy !req
866. She'll not come down tonight.Copy !req
867. These times of woe afford no time to woo.Copy !req
868. Look you, she loved
her kinsman Tybalt dearly.Copy !req
869. And so did l.Copy !req
870. Well,Copy !req
871. we were born to die.Copy !req
872. I'll know her mind early tomorrow.
Tonight she's mewed up to her heaviness.Copy !req
873. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?Copy !req
874. Ah, poor my lord, what tongue
shall smooth thy name,Copy !req
875. when l, thy three-hours' wife,
have mangled it?Copy !req
876. But whyfore, villain,
didst thou kill my cousin?Copy !req
877. I will make a desperate tender
of my child's love.Copy !req
878. I think she will be ruled in all respects by me.Copy !req
879. Nay, more! I doubt it not!Copy !req
880. But what say you to Thursday?Copy !req
881. My lord, I...Copy !req
882. I would that Thursday were tomorrow!Copy !req
883. Thursday let it be, then! Wife!Copy !req
884. Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed.Copy !req
885. Tell her o' Thursday she shall
be married to this noble sir!Copy !req
886. Wilt thou be gone?
It is not yet near day.Copy !req
887. I must be gone and live,
or stay and die.Copy !req
888. Yon light is not daylight;
I know it, l.Copy !req
889. It is some meteor that the sun exhales
to light thee on thy way to Mantua.Copy !req
890. Therefore stay yet;
thou need'st not be gone.Copy !req
891. Well, let me be taken.Copy !req
892. Let me be put to death!Copy !req
893. I have more care to stay than will to go.Copy !req
894. Come, death, and welcome!
Juliet wills it so.Copy !req
895. How is't, my soul?
Let's talk. It is not day.Copy !req
896. It is... It is!Copy !req
897. Hie hence, be gone, away!Copy !req
898. O now be gone!
More light and light it grows.Copy !req
899. More light and light,Copy !req
900. more dark and dark our woes.Copy !req
901. Madam!Copy !req
902. Your lady mother is coming to your chamber!Copy !req
903. Ho, daughter, are you up?Copy !req
904. Then, window,Copy !req
905. let day in and let life...Copy !req
906. out!Copy !req
907. Juliet?Copy !req
908. - Think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
- I doubt it not.Copy !req
909. Trust me, love. All these woes
shall serve for sweet discoursesCopy !req
910. - in our times to come.
- Ho, daughter!Copy !req
911. Juliet!Copy !req
912. O God!Copy !req
913. I have an ill-divining soul!Copy !req
914. Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low,
as one dead in the bottom of a tomb.Copy !req
915. Adieu!Copy !req
916. O fortune, fortune!Copy !req
917. Be fickle, fortune.Copy !req
918. For then I hope thou wilt not
keep him long, but send him back.Copy !req
919. Thou hast a careful father, child.Copy !req
920. One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,Copy !req
921. hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,Copy !req
922. which thou expect'st not,
nor I looked not for.Copy !req
923. Madam, in happy time. What day is that?Copy !req
924. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,Copy !req
925. the gallant, young,
and noble gentleman, Sir Paris,Copy !req
926. at St Peter's Church,
shall happily make thee thereCopy !req
927. a joyful bride.Copy !req
928. Now, by St Peter's Church and Peter too,Copy !req
929. he shall not make me there a joyful bride!Copy !req
930. Here comes your father. Tell him so yourself.Copy !req
931. How now, wife?Copy !req
932. Have you delivered to her our decree?Copy !req
933. Ay, sir.Copy !req
934. But she will none, she gives you thanks.Copy !req
935. I would the fool were married to her grave.Copy !req
936. How?Copy !req
937. Will she none?Copy !req
938. Is she not proud?Copy !req
939. Doth she not count her blest,
unworthy as she is,Copy !req
940. that we have wrought so worthy
a gentleman to be her bride?Copy !req
941. Not proud you have,
but thankful that you have.Copy !req
942. Proud can I never be of what I hate!Copy !req
943. Thank me no thankings,
nor proud me no prouds!Copy !req
944. But fettle your fine joints
'gainst Thursday next!Copy !req
945. Hear me with patience but to speak a word!Copy !req
946. Fie, fie! Stop it!Copy !req
947. Speak not! Reply not! Do not answer me!Copy !req
948. Husband, are you mad?Copy !req
949. Hang thee, young baggage!
Disobedient wretch!Copy !req
950. God in heaven bless her! You are
to blame, my lord, to rate her so!Copy !req
951. Peace, you mumbling fool!Copy !req
952. I tell thee what.Copy !req
953. Get thee to church o' Thursday,Copy !req
954. or never after look me in the face!Copy !req
955. An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend.Copy !req
956. An you be not, hang, beg, starve,Copy !req
957. die in the streets!Copy !req
958. Trust to 't. Bethink you.Copy !req
959. I'll not be forsworn!Copy !req
960. O sweet my mother, cast me not away!Copy !req
961. Delay this marriage for a month, a week.Copy !req
962. Or, if you do not,Copy !req
963. make the bridal bed in that
dim monument where Tybalt lies.Copy !req
964. Talk not to me...Copy !req
965. for I'll not speak a word.Copy !req
966. Do as thou wilt,
for I have done with thee.Copy !req
967. O God!Copy !req
968. O Nurse, how shall this be prevented?Copy !req
969. What say'st thou? Hast thou not
a word of joy? Some comfort, Nurse!Copy !req
970. Faith, here it is.Copy !req
971. I think it best you marry with this Paris.Copy !req
972. O he's a lovely gentleman.Copy !req
973. I think you are happy in this second match,Copy !req
974. for it excels your first.Copy !req
975. Or, if it did not,Copy !req
976. your first is dead.Copy !req
977. Or 'twere as good he wereCopy !req
978. as living here and you no use to him.Copy !req
979. Speakest thou from thy heart?Copy !req
980. And from my soul too;
else beshrew them both!Copy !req
981. Amen.Copy !req
982. What?Copy !req
983. Well, thou hast comforted me
marvellous much.Copy !req
984. Go in and tell my lady I am gone,
having displeased my father,Copy !req
985. to Friar Laurence to make
confession and be absolved.Copy !req
986. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death.Copy !req
987. Now, sir, her father counts it dangerousCopy !req
988. that she doth give her sorrow
so much swayCopy !req
989. and in his wisdom hastes our marriage
to stop the inundation of her tears.Copy !req
990. Happily met, my lady and my wife.Copy !req
991. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.Copy !req
992. That "may be" must be, love,
on Thursday next.Copy !req
993. - What must be shall be.
- Well, that's a certain text.Copy !req
994. Come you to make confession?Copy !req
995. Are you at leisure, holy Father, now,
or shall I come to you at evening mass?Copy !req
996. My leisure serves thee,
pensive daughter, now.Copy !req
997. Good sir, we must entreat the time alone.Copy !req
998. God shield I should disturb devotion!Copy !req
999. Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye.Copy !req
1000. Till then adieu,Copy !req
1001. and keep this holy kiss.Copy !req
1002. Tell me not, Father,
that thou hearest of this,Copy !req
1003. - unless thou tell me how I may prevent it!
- It strains me past the compass of my wits!Copy !req
1004. If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help,Copy !req
1005. do thou but call my resolution wise.Copy !req
1006. - And with this, I'll help it presently!
- Hold, daughter!Copy !req
1007. Be not so long to speak! I long to die!Copy !req
1008. I do spy a kind of hope,Copy !req
1009. which craves as desperate an executionCopy !req
1010. as that is desperate
which we would prevent.Copy !req
1011. If, rather than to marry with this Paris,Copy !req
1012. thou hast the strength of will
to slay thyself,Copy !req
1013. then it is likely thou wilt
undertake a thing like deathCopy !req
1014. to chide away this shame.Copy !req
1015. And, if thou darest,Copy !req
1016. I'll give thee remedy.Copy !req
1017. No warmth, no breath shall testify thou livest.Copy !req
1018. Each part,
deprived of supple government,Copy !req
1019. shall stiff and stark and cold
appear, like death.Copy !req
1020. Now, when the bridegroom in the morning
comes to rouse thee from thy bed,Copy !req
1021. there art thou dead.Copy !req
1022. Thou shalt be borne
to that same ancient vaultCopy !req
1023. where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.Copy !req
1024. And in this borrowed likeness
of shrunk deathCopy !req
1025. thou shalt continue
four and twenty hoursCopy !req
1026. and then awake as from a pleasant sleep.Copy !req
1027. In the meantime, against thou shalt awake,Copy !req
1028. shall Romeo by my letters know our drift.Copy !req
1029. And hither shall he come that very night
to bear thee both hence to Mantua.Copy !req
1030. Take thou this vial, being then in bed,Copy !req
1031. and this distilling liquor drink thou off.Copy !req
1032. I'll send my letters to thy lord
post haste to Mantua.Copy !req
1033. Hello?Copy !req
1034. What if this mixture do not work at all?Copy !req
1035. Shall I be married then tomorrow morning?Copy !req
1036. - What, are you busy? Need you my help?
- No, madam.Copy !req
1037. We have culled such necessaries
as are behoveful for our estate tomorrow.Copy !req
1038. So please you, let me now be left alone,
and let the nurse this night sit up with you.Copy !req
1039. For I am sure you have your hands full allCopy !req
1040. in this so sudden business.Copy !req
1041. Good night.Copy !req
1042. Get thee to bed and rest,Copy !req
1043. for thou hast need.Copy !req
1044. Farewell.Copy !req
1045. God knows when we shall meet again.Copy !req
1046. Good night.Copy !req
1047. Romeo,Copy !req
1048. I drink to thee.Copy !req
1049. As the custom is, in all her best array,
bear her to church.Copy !req
1050. And all this day an unaccustomed spiritCopy !req
1051. lios me above the ground
with cheerful thoughts.Copy !req
1052. I dreamt my lady came
and found me deadCopy !req
1053. and breathed such life with kisses
in my lips that I revivedCopy !req
1054. and was an emperor.Copy !req
1055. Ah, me!Copy !req
1056. How sweet is love itself possessed,Copy !req
1057. when but love's shadows
are so rich in joy!Copy !req
1058. News from Verona!Copy !req
1059. How now, Balthasar?Copy !req
1060. Dost thou not bring me
letters from the priest?Copy !req
1061. How doth my lady? ls my father well?Copy !req
1062. How doth my lady Juliet?
For nothing can be ill if she be well.Copy !req
1063. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill.Copy !req
1064. Her body rests in chapel monument,Copy !req
1065. and her immortal part
with the angels lives.Copy !req
1066. I saw her laid low.Copy !req
1067. Pardon me for bringing these ill news.Copy !req
1068. Is it e'en so?Copy !req
1069. Then I defy you, stars!Copy !req
1070. Juliet!Copy !req
1071. - I will hence tonight.
- Have patience!Copy !req
1072. Leave me!Copy !req
1073. Your looks are pale and wild
and do import some misadventure.Copy !req
1074. Tush! Thou art deceived!Copy !req
1075. Hast thou no letters to me from the priest?Copy !req
1076. No matter.Copy !req
1077. Well, Juliet,Copy !req
1078. I will lie with thee tonight.Copy !req
1079. I will hence tonight.Copy !req
1080. Romeo is within Verona walls.Copy !req
1081. Fear comes upon me!Copy !req
1082. O, much I fearCopy !req
1083. some ill, unthrifty thing!Copy !req
1084. The letter was of dear import!Copy !req
1085. I couldn't send it,
nor get a messenger to bring it there.Copy !req
1086. The neglecting it may do much damage.Copy !req
1087. Bring forth these enemies,
Capulet and Montague!Copy !req
1088. Let me have a dram of poison,Copy !req
1089. such soon-speeding gear as will
disperse itself through all the veinsCopy !req
1090. that the life-weary taker may fall dead.Copy !req
1091. Such mortal drugs I have, but Verona law
is death to any he that utters them.Copy !req
1092. The world is not thy friend,
nor the world's law!Copy !req
1093. Then be not poor, but break itCopy !req
1094. and take this!Copy !req
1095. My poverty but not my will consents.Copy !req
1096. I pay thy poverty and not thy will.Copy !req
1097. Drink it off, and if you had the strength
of 20 men, it would dispatch you straight.Copy !req
1098. There's my gold.Copy !req
1099. Worse poison to men's soulsCopy !req
1100. than these poor compounds
that thou may'st not sell.Copy !req
1101. Romeo hath no notice of these accidents.Copy !req
1102. I will write again to Mantua.Copy !req
1103. Within the hour will the fair Juliet wake.Copy !req
1104. She stirs. The lady stirs.Copy !req
1105. - I do beseech you.
- Live and be prosperous.Copy !req
1106. And farewell, good fellow.Copy !req
1107. Then I will leave thee.Copy !req
1108. Tempt not a desperate man!Copy !req
1109. Hold! Hold!Copy !req
1110. Hold!Copy !req
1111. Once more I say to you, hold!Copy !req
1112. My love...Copy !req
1113. My wife...Copy !req
1114. Death that hath sucked
the honey of thy breathCopy !req
1115. hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.Copy !req
1116. Thou art not conquered.Copy !req
1117. Beauty's ensign yet is crimson
in thy lips and in thy cheeksCopy !req
1118. and death's pale flag is not advanced there.Copy !req
1119. Dear Juliet, why art thou yet so fair?Copy !req
1120. Shall I believe that
unsubstantial death is amorousCopy !req
1121. and keeps thee here in dark
to be his paramour?Copy !req
1122. Here.Copy !req
1123. O, here will I set up my everlasting restCopy !req
1124. and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
from this world-wearied flesh.Copy !req
1125. Eyes, look your last.Copy !req
1126. Arms, take your last embrace.Copy !req
1127. And lips...Copy !req
1128. O you, the doors to breath,Copy !req
1129. seal with a righteous kiss...Copy !req
1130. a dateless bargainCopy !req
1131. to engrossing death.Copy !req
1132. Romeo...Copy !req
1133. What's here?Copy !req
1134. Poison...Copy !req
1135. Drunk all, and left no friendly drop
to help me after?Copy !req
1136. I'll kiss thy lips.Copy !req
1137. Haply some poison yet doth hang on them.Copy !req
1138. Thy lips are warm.Copy !req
1139. Thus...Copy !req
1140. with a kiss...Copy !req
1141. I die.Copy !req
1142. See what a scourge
is laid upon your hate,Copy !req
1143. that heaven finds means
to kill your joys with love!Copy !req
1144. And l, for winking at your discords too,
have lost a brace of kinsmen.Copy !req
1145. All are punished.Copy !req
1146. All are punished!Copy !req
1147. A glooming peace
this morning with it brings.Copy !req
1148. The sun for sorrow
will not show his head.Copy !req
1149. Go hence, to have more talk
of these sad things.Copy !req
1150. Some shall be pardoned,
and some punished.Copy !req
1151. For never was a story of more woe
than this of Juliet and her Romeo.Copy !req