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. Peace?Copy !req
51. I hate the word...Copy !req
52. as I hate hell,Copy !req
53. all Montagues,Copy !req
54. - and thee.
- Bang bang!Copy !req
55. Bang.Copy !req
56. - Come forth! Come!
- Wait!Copy !req
57. Come forth!Copy !req
58. From ancient grudge
break to new mutiny...Copy !req
59. Do not proceed!Copy !req
60. Give me my Longsword, ho!Copy !req
61. Thou shalt not stir one foot
to seek a foe.Copy !req
62. Rebellious subjects,Copy !req
63. enemies to peace!Copy !req
64. Throw your mistemper'd weapons
to the ground!Copy !req
65. On pain of torture,Copy !req
66. from those bloody hands throw your
mistemper'd weapons to the ground!Copy !req
67. Three civil brawls,Copy !req
68. bred of an airy word by thee,
old Capulet, and Montague,Copy !req
69. have thrice disturbed
the quiet of our streets.Copy !req
70. If ever you disturb our streets again,Copy !req
71. your lives shall pay
the forfeit of the peace.Copy !req
72. O where is Romeo? Saw you him today?Copy !req
73. Right glad I am he was not at this fray.Copy !req
74. Madam, underneath the Grove
of Sycamore,Copy !req
75. so early walking did I see your son.Copy !req
76. Many a morning
hath he there been seen,Copy !req
77. with tears augmenting
the fresh morning's dew.Copy !req
78. Away from light
steals home my heavy son,Copy !req
79. and private in his chamber
pens himself,Copy !req
80. shuts up his windows,Copy !req
81. locks fair daylight out,
and makes himself an artificial night.Copy !req
82. Why, then...Copy !req
83. O brawling love, O loving hate!Copy !req
84. O anything of nothing first create!Copy !req
85. Heavy lightness,Copy !req
86. serious vanity.Copy !req
87. Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms.Copy !req
88. Black and portentous
must this humor prove...Copy !req
89. unless good counsel
may the cause remove.Copy !req
90. So please you, step aside.Copy !req
91. I'll know his grievance
or be much denied.Copy !req
92. Come, madam, let's away.Copy !req
93. Good morrow, cousin.Copy !req
94. Is the day so young?Copy !req
95. But new struck, coz.Copy !req
96. Ay me, sad hours seem long.Copy !req
97. Was that my father that went hence so fast?Copy !req
98. It was.Copy !req
99. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?Copy !req
100. Not having that
which having makes them short.Copy !req
101. - In love?
- Out.Copy !req
102. - Of love?
- Out of her favor where I am in love.Copy !req
103. Alas that love,
so gentle in his view,Copy !req
104. should be so tyrannous
and rough in proof.Copy !req
105. Alas that love,
whose view is muffled still,Copy !req
106. should without eyes
see pathways to his will.Copy !req
107. Where shall we dine?Copy !req
108. .. this costly blood.Copy !req
109. Never anger made good guard for itself.Copy !req
110. The law hath not been dead...Copy !req
111. O me! What fray was here?Copy !req
112. - Coz, I...
- Yet tell me not, for I've heard it all.Copy !req
113. Here's much to do with hate,
but more with love.Copy !req
114. Why, then, O brawling love,
O loving hate!Copy !req
115. O anything of nothing first create!Copy !req
116. O heavy lightness, serious vanity!Copy !req
117. Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!Copy !req
118. Feather of lead, br...Copy !req
119. Dost thou not laugh?Copy !req
120. No, coz, I rather weep.Copy !req
121. Good heart, at what?Copy !req
122. - At thy good heart's oppression.
- Farewell, my coz.Copy !req
123. Soft, I will go along. And if you
leave me so, you do me wrong.Copy !req
124. But Montague is bound as well as I,
in penalty alike.Copy !req
125. And 'tis not hard, I think, for men
as old as we to keep the peace.Copy !req
126. Of honorable reckoning are you both,
and pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.Copy !req
127. But now, my lord,
what say you to my suit?Copy !req
128. But saying o'er what I have said before:
my child is yet a stranger in the world.Copy !req
129. Let two more summers wither in their pride
ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.Copy !req
130. Younger than she are happy mothers made.Copy !req
131. And too soon marr'd are those so early made.Copy !req
132. This night I hold an old accustom'd feast.Copy !req
133. At my poor house look to behold this nightCopy !req
134. fresh female buds
that make dark heaven light.Copy !req
135. Hear all, all see,Copy !req
136. and like her most
whose merit most shall be.Copy !req
137. Come, go with me.Copy !req
138. Tell me in sadness,
who is it that you love?Copy !req
139. In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.Copy !req
140. I aim'd so near when I supposed you loved.Copy !req
141. A right good marksman!
And she's fair I love.Copy !req
142. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.Copy !req
143. Well, in that hit you miss.
She'll not be hit with Cupid's arrow;Copy !req
144. nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,Copy !req
145. nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.Copy !req
146. Then she hath sworn
that she will still live chaste?Copy !req
147. She hath, and in that sparing
makes huge waste.Copy !req
148. - Be ruled by me. Forget to think of her.
- Teach me how I should forget to think.Copy !req
149. By giving liberty unto thine eyes.
Examine other beauties.Copy !req
150. Why, Romeo, art thou mad?Copy !req
151. Not mad,
but bound more than a madman is.Copy !req
152. Shut up in prison, kept without
my food, whipp'd and tormented.Copy !req
153. Good day, good fellow.Copy !req
154. I'll tell you without asking. The great rich
Capulet holds an old accustom'd feast.Copy !req
155. A fair assembly. Signor Placentio
and his wife and daughters,Copy !req
156. the lady widow of Utruvio,
and her lovely nieces Rosaline...Copy !req
157. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
sups the fair Rosaline,Copy !req
158. whom thou so loves,
with all the admired beauties of Verona.Copy !req
159. If you be not of the House of Montague,
come and crush a cup of wine!Copy !req
160. Go thither, and with unattainted eyeCopy !req
161. compare her face with some
that I shall show,Copy !req
162. and I will make thee think thy swan a crow.Copy !req
163. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,Copy !req
164. but to rejoice in splendor of mine own.Copy !req
165. Juliet!Copy !req
166. Nurse!Copy !req
167. Nurse, where's my daughter?
Call her forth to me.Copy !req
168. I bade her come. God forbid!Copy !req
169. Julieta!Copy !req
170. Madam, I am here. What is your will?Copy !req
171. O nurse, give us leave awhile.
We must talk in secret.Copy !req
172. Nurse, come back again!
I have remembered me.Copy !req
173. Thou's hear our counsel.Copy !req
174. Nurse, thou knowest
my daughter's of a pretty age.Copy !req
175. Thou wast the prettiest babe
that e'er I nursed.Copy !req
176. By my count, I was your mother
much upon these years.Copy !req
177. You are now a maid.Copy !req
178. Thus then in brief!Copy !req
179. The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.Copy !req
180. A man, young lady!Copy !req
181. Lady, such a man as all the world.
Why, he's a man of wax!Copy !req
182. Verona's summer hath not such a flower...Copy !req
183. Nay, he's a flower. In faith, a very flower...Copy !req
184. Nurse!Copy !req
185. This night you shall behold him at our feast.Copy !req
186. Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face
and find delight writ thereCopy !req
187. with beauty's pen.Copy !req
188. This precious book of love,
this unbound lover,Copy !req
189. to beautify him, only lacks a cover.Copy !req
190. So shall you share all that he doth possess,Copy !req
191. by having him making yourself no less.Copy !req
192. Nay, bigger. Women grow by men.Copy !req
193. Speak briefly, could you like of Paris' love?Copy !req
194. I'll look to like, if looking liking move.Copy !req
195. But no more deep will I endart mine eyeCopy !req
196. than your consent
gives strength to make it fly.Copy !req
197. Madam, the guests are come.Copy !req
198. Go!Copy !req
199. We follow thee.Copy !req
200. Juliet!Copy !req
201. Go, girl. Seek happy nights to happy days.Copy !req
202. You taffeta punk!Copy !req
203. Die a beggar!Copy !req
204. Ending up just another
lost and lonely wifeCopy !req
205. Young heartsCopy !req
206. Run freeCopy !req
207. Never be hung upCopy !req
208. Like Rosaline and theeCopy !req
209. Nay, gentle Romeo,
we must have you dance.Copy !req
210. Not I. Not I, believe me.Copy !req
211. You have dancing shoes with
nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.Copy !req
212. You are a lover.Copy !req
213. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar
with them above a common bound.Copy !req
214. Under love's heavy burden do I sink.Copy !req
215. Too great oppression for a tender thing.Copy !req
216. Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,Copy !req
217. too rude, too boisterous,
and it pricks like thorn.Copy !req
218. If love be rough with you, be rough with love.Copy !req
219. Prick love for pricking,
and you beat love down.Copy !req
220. Every man, betake him to his legs!Copy !req
221. Come, we burn daylight, ho!Copy !req
222. - But 'tis no wit to go!
- Why, may one ask?Copy !req
223. - I dreamt a dream tonight.
- And so did I.Copy !req
224. - And what was yours?
- That dreamers often lie.Copy !req
225. In bed asleep,
while they do dream things true.Copy !req
226. Then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.Copy !req
227. She is the fairies' midwife,Copy !req
228. and she comes in shape
no bigger than an agate-stoneCopy !req
229. on the forefinger of an alderman,Copy !req
230. drawn with a team of little atomiesCopy !req
231. over men's noses as they lie asleep.Copy !req
232. Her chariot is an empty hazelnut,Copy !req
233. her waggoner a small grey-coated gnat.Copy !req
234. And in this state she gallops
night by night through lovers' brains,Copy !req
235. and then they dream of...Copy !req
236. love;Copy !req
237. o'er lawyers' fingers,
who straight dream on fees.Copy !req
238. Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,Copy !req
239. and then dreams he
of cutting foreign throats;Copy !req
240. and, being thus frighted, swears
a prayer or two, and sleeps again.Copy !req
241. This is the hag,
when maids lie on their backs,Copy !req
242. that presses them
and learns them first to bear,Copy !req
243. making them women of good carriage!Copy !req
244. This is she!Copy !req
245. This is she!Copy !req
246. Peace, good Mercutio, peace!Copy !req
247. Thou talk'st of nothing.Copy !req
248. True.Copy !req
249. I talk of dreams,Copy !req
250. which are the children of an idle brain,Copy !req
251. begot of nothing but vain fantasy;Copy !req
252. which is as thin of substance as the air
and more inconstant than the wind,Copy !req
253. who woos even now
the frozen bosom of the north,Copy !req
254. and, being angered,
puffs away from thence,Copy !req
255. turning aside to the dew-dropping south.Copy !req
256. This wind you talk of
blows us from ourselves!Copy !req
257. Supper is done, and we shall come too late!Copy !req
258. I fear, too early.Copy !req
259. For my mind misgives some consequence,
yet hanging in the stars,Copy !req
260. shall bitterly begin his fearful date
with this night's revels,Copy !req
261. and expire the term...Copy !req
262. of a despised life closed within my breast...Copy !req
263. by some vile forfeit of untimely death.Copy !req
264. But he that hath the steerage of my courseCopy !req
265. direct my sail!Copy !req
266. On, lusty gentlemen!Copy !req
267. Thy drugs are quick.Copy !req
268. I have seen the day that I could tellCopy !req
269. a whispering tale in a fair lady's ear
such as would please.Copy !req
270. Pride can stand a thousand trialsCopy !req
271. The strong will never fallCopy !req
272. But watching stars without youCopy !req
273. My soul criedCopy !req
274. Heaving heartCopy !req
275. Is full of painCopy !req
276. The achingCopy !req
277. Cos I'm kissing youCopy !req
278. I'm kissing youCopy !req
279. Madam, your mother calls!Copy !req
280. Touch me deepCopy !req
281. Pure and trueCopy !req
282. Will you now deny to dance?Copy !req
283. A man, young lady. Such a man!Copy !req
284. What!Copy !req
285. Dares that slave come hither
to fleer and scorn at our solemnity?Copy !req
286. Now, by the stock and honor of my kin,
to strike him dead I hold it not a sin!Copy !req
287. Why, how now, kinsman!
Wherefore storm you so?Copy !req
288. Uncle, this is that villain Romeo.
A Montague, our foe.Copy !req
289. - Romeo is it?
- 'Tis he.Copy !req
290. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone.Copy !req
291. I would not for the wealth of all this townCopy !req
292. here in my house do him disparagement.Copy !req
293. Therefore be patient, take no note of him.Copy !req
294. Uncle, I'll not endure him.Copy !req
295. He shall be endured.Copy !req
296. Go to!Copy !req
297. What, goodman boy? I say he shall!Copy !req
298. Go to!Copy !req
299. Uncle, 'tis a shame.Copy !req
300. Make a mutiny among my guests?Copy !req
301. Did my heart love till now?Copy !req
302. Forswear it, sight.Copy !req
303. For I never saw true beauty till this night.Copy !req
304. Where are you now?Copy !req
305. Where are you now?Copy !req
306. Cos I'm kissing youCopy !req
307. I'm kissing you nowCopy !req
308. If I profane with my unworthiest hand
this holy shrine,Copy !req
309. the gentle sin is this.Copy !req
310. My lips, two blushing pilgrims,
ready standCopy !req
311. to smooth that rough touch
with a tender kiss.Copy !req
312. Good pilgrim,
you do wrong your hand too much,Copy !req
313. which mannerly devotion shows in this.Copy !req
314. For saints have hands
that pilgrims' hands do touch,Copy !req
315. and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.Copy !req
316. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?Copy !req
317. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.Copy !req
318. Well, then, dear saint,
let lips do what hands do.Copy !req
319. They pray, grant thou,
lest faith turn to despair.Copy !req
320. Saints do not move,
though grant for prayers' sake.Copy !req
321. Then move not,
while my prayer's effect I take.Copy !req
322. Dave!Copy !req
323. Thus from my lips,
by thine, my sin is purged.Copy !req
324. Then have my lips the sin
that they have took?Copy !req
325. Sin from my lips?
O trespass sweetly urged!Copy !req
326. Give me my sin again.Copy !req
327. You kiss by the book.Copy !req
328. Juliet!Copy !req
329. Madam, your mother craves a word with you.Copy !req
330. Come, let's away!Copy !req
331. Is she a Capulet?Copy !req
332. His name is Romeo, and he's a Montague,Copy !req
333. the only son of your great enemy.Copy !req
334. Away, be gone. The sport is at its best.Copy !req
335. Ay, so I fear. The more is my unrest.Copy !req
336. ..a pretty piece of flesh! I am!Copy !req
337. My only love sprung from my only hate!Copy !req
338. Too early seen unknown, and known too late!Copy !req
339. Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
that I must love a loathed enemy.Copy !req
340. I will withdraw.Copy !req
341. But this intrusion shall,
now seeming sweet,Copy !req
342. convert to bitterest gall.Copy !req
343. A pretty piece of flesh! I am!Copy !req
344. Romeo!Copy !req
345. Humors! Madman!Copy !req
346. Passion! Lover!Copy !req
347. I will conjure thee
by Rosaline's bright eyes,Copy !req
348. by her high forehead
and her scarlet lip,Copy !req
349. by her fine foot, straight leg,
and quivering thigh!Copy !req
350. O Romeo, that she were an open-ass
and thou a poperin pear!Copy !req
351. He jests at scars that never felt the wound.Copy !req
352. Romeo!Copy !req
353. Good night!Copy !req
354. I'll to my truckle-bed.
This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep.Copy !req
355. But soft!Copy !req
356. What light through yonder window breaks?Copy !req
357. It is the east,Copy !req
358. and Juliet is the sun!Copy !req
359. Arise, fair sun,
and kill the envious moon,Copy !req
360. who is already sick and pale with griefCopy !req
361. that thou, her maid,
art far more fair than she.Copy !req
362. Be not her maid, since she is envious.Copy !req
363. Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
and none but fools do wear it.Copy !req
364. O cast it off!Copy !req
365. It is my lady, it is my love.Copy !req
366. O that she knew she were.Copy !req
367. Ay me!Copy !req
368. She speaks.Copy !req
369. Speak again, bright angel.Copy !req
370. Romeo.Copy !req
371. O Romeo!Copy !req
372. Wherefore art thou Romeo?Copy !req
373. Deny thy father and refuse thy name.Copy !req
374. Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
and I'll no longer be a Capulet.Copy !req
375. Shall I hear more,Copy !req
376. or shall I speak at this?Copy !req
377. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.Copy !req
378. Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.Copy !req
379. What's Montague?Copy !req
380. It is not hand,Copy !req
381. nor foot, nor arm, nor face,Copy !req
382. nor any other part belonging to a man.Copy !req
383. O be some other name!Copy !req
384. What's in a name?Copy !req
385. That which we call a rose by
any other word would smell as sweet.Copy !req
386. So Romeo would,
were he not Romeo called,Copy !req
387. retain that dear perfection
which he owes without that title.Copy !req
388. Romeo, doff thy name;Copy !req
389. and for thy name, which is
no part of thee, take all myself.Copy !req
390. I take thee at thy word.Copy !req
391. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?Copy !req
392. Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.Copy !req
393. How camest thou hither, tell me,
and wherefore?Copy !req
394. The garden walls are high
and hard to climb,Copy !req
395. and the place death,
considering who thou art.Copy !req
396. With love's light wings
did I o'erperch these walls,Copy !req
397. for stony limits cannot hold love out,Copy !req
398. and what love can do,
that dares love attempt.Copy !req
399. Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me!Copy !req
400. If they do see thee, they will murder thee.Copy !req
401. I have night's cloak
to hide me from their eyes.Copy !req
402. But thou love me,Copy !req
403. let them find me here.Copy !req
404. My life were better ended by their hate
than death prorogued,Copy !req
405. wanting of thy love.Copy !req
406. Thou knowest
the mask of night is on my face;Copy !req
407. else would a maiden blush
bepaint my cheekCopy !req
408. for that which thou hast
heard me speak tonight.Copy !req
409. Fain would I dwell on form,Copy !req
410. fain, fain deny what I have spoke.Copy !req
411. But... farewell compliment.Copy !req
412. Dost thou love me?Copy !req
413. I know thou wilt say "Ay",
and I will take thy word.Copy !req
414. Yet, if thou swear'st,
thou may'st prove false.Copy !req
415. O gentle Romeo, if thou dost love,
pronounce it faithfully.Copy !req
416. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow,Copy !req
417. that tips with silver all these fruit tree tops...Copy !req
418. O swear not by the moon,Copy !req
419. the inconstant moon that monthly
changes in her circled orb,Copy !req
420. lest that thy love prove likewise variable.Copy !req
421. What shall I swear by?Copy !req
422. Do not swear at all.Copy !req
423. Or, if thou wilt,Copy !req
424. swear by thy gracious self
which is the god of my idolatry,Copy !req
425. and I'll believe thee.Copy !req
426. If my heart's...Copy !req
427. dear love...Copy !req
428. Do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
I have no joy in this contract tonight.Copy !req
429. It is too rash, too unadvised,
too sudden, too like the lightning,Copy !req
430. which doth cease to be
ere one can say "It lightens".Copy !req
431. Sweet, good night!Copy !req
432. This bud of love,
by summer's ripening breath,Copy !req
433. may prove a beauteous flower
when next we meet.Copy !req
434. Good night.Copy !req
435. Good night!Copy !req
436. O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?Copy !req
437. What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?Copy !req
438. The exchange of thy love's
faithful vow for mine.Copy !req
439. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it!Copy !req
440. Juliet!Copy !req
441. Three words, dear Romeo,
and good night indeed.Copy !req
442. If that thy bent of love be honorable,
thy purpose marriage,Copy !req
443. send me word tomorrow, by one
that I'll procure to come to thee,Copy !req
444. where and what time thou wilt
perform the rite,Copy !req
445. and all my fortunes at thy foot I'll layCopy !req
446. and follow thee, my lord,
throughout the world.Copy !req
447. Julieta!Copy !req
448. Ay! By and by, I come!Copy !req
449. But if thou meanest not well,
I do beseech thee...Copy !req
450. By and by, I come!Copy !req
451. ..to cease thy strife,
and leave me to my grief.Copy !req
452. Tomorrow will I send.Copy !req
453. So thrive my soul.Copy !req
454. A thousand times good night.Copy !req
455. A thousand times the worse,
to want thy light!Copy !req
456. Juliet!Copy !req
457. Julieta!Copy !req
458. Good night.Copy !req
459. Love goes toward love
as schoolboys from their books;Copy !req
460. but love from love,Copy !req
461. toward school with heavy looks.Copy !req
462. Romeo!Copy !req
463. What o'clock tomorrow
shall I send to thee?Copy !req
464. By the hour of nine.Copy !req
465. I will not fail. 'Tis twenty year till then.Copy !req
466. Good night.Copy !req
467. Good night. Good night.Copy !req
468. Parting is such sweet sorrowCopy !req
469. that I shall say good night till it be morrow.Copy !req
470. Juliet!Copy !req
471. You and me alwaysCopy !req
472. And for everCopy !req
473. You and me alwaysCopy !req
474. And for everCopy !req
475. It was always you and me...Copy !req
476. Almighty is the powerful grace
that lies in plants, herbs, stones,Copy !req
477. and their true qualities.Copy !req
478. For nought so vile
that on the earth doth liveCopy !req
479. but to the earth
some special good doth give.Copy !req
480. And nought so good
but strained from that fair use,Copy !req
481. revolts from true birth,
stumbling on abuse.Copy !req
482. Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied,Copy !req
483. and vice sometime's by action dignified.Copy !req
484. Within the infant rind of this weak flower...Copy !req
485. poison is resident...Copy !req
486. and medicine power.Copy !req
487. For this, being smelt,
with that part cheers each part.Copy !req
488. Being tasted,Copy !req
489. slays all senses with the heart.Copy !req
490. Two such opposed kings encamp them still
in man as well as herbs,Copy !req
491. grace and rude will.Copy !req
492. And where the worser is predominant,
full soon the canker deathCopy !req
493. eats up that plant.Copy !req
494. Good morrow, Father!Copy !req
495. Benedicite!Copy !req
496. What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?Copy !req
497. Good morrow, Romeo.Copy !req
498. Good morrow.Copy !req
499. Young son, it argues a distemper'd headCopy !req
500. so soon to bid good morrow to thy bed.Copy !req
501. Or if not so, then here I hit it right...Copy !req
502. Our Romeo hath not seen his bed tonight!Copy !req
503. The last is true - the sweeter rest was mine.Copy !req
504. God pardon sin! Wast thou with Rosaline?Copy !req
505. Rosaline? My ghostly father, no!Copy !req
506. I have forgot that name,
and that name's woe.Copy !req
507. That's my good son.
But where then hast thou been?Copy !req
508. I have been feasting with mine enemy,
where on a sudden one hath wounded meCopy !req
509. that's by me wounded.Copy !req
510. Both our remedies within thy help
and holy physic lies.Copy !req
511. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift.Copy !req
512. Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.Copy !req
513. Then plainly know
my heart's dear love is setCopy !req
514. on the fair daughter of rich Capulet.Copy !req
515. We met, we wooed,Copy !req
516. we made exchange of vow.Copy !req
517. I'll tell thee as we pass, but this I pray,Copy !req
518. that thou consent to marry us today.Copy !req
519. Holy Saint Francis!Copy !req
520. What a change is here!Copy !req
521. Is Rosaline, that thou didst love
so dear, so soon forsaken?Copy !req
522. Young men's love then lies not truly
in their hearts, but in their eyes.Copy !req
523. Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.Copy !req
524. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.Copy !req
525. I pray thee...Copy !req
526. chide me not!Copy !req
527. Her I love now doth grace for grace
and love for love allow.Copy !req
528. The other did not so.Copy !req
529. Yes, she well knew...Copy !req
530. thy love did read by rote,
that could not spell.Copy !req
531. Maybe I'm just like my motherCopy !req
532. She's never satisfiedCopy !req
533. For this alliance may so happy proveCopy !req
534. to turn your households' rancourCopy !req
535. to pure love.Copy !req
536. This is what it sounds likeCopy !req
537. When doves cryCopy !req
538. Come, young waverer, come, go with me.Copy !req
539. In one respect I'll thy assistant be.Copy !req
540. For this alliance may so happy proveCopy !req
541. to turn your households' rancour
to pure love.Copy !req
542. O let us hence! I stand on sudden haste!Copy !req
543. Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast.Copy !req
544. Maybe I'm just too demandingCopy !req
545. Maybe I'm just like my father, too boldCopy !req
546. Maybe I'm just like my motherCopy !req
547. She's never satisfiedCopy !req
548. Why do we scream at each other?Copy !req
549. Where the devil should this Romeo be?
Came he not home tonight?Copy !req
550. Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.Copy !req
551. Why, that same pale hard-hearted
wench, that Rosaline,Copy !req
552. torments him so, that he will sure run mad.Copy !req
553. Tybalt hath sent a letter to his father's house.Copy !req
554. - A challenge, on my life!
- Romeo will answer it?Copy !req
555. Any man that can write may answer a letter.Copy !req
556. Nay, he will answer the letter's master,
how he dares being dared.Copy !req
557. Well, alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead!
Stabbed with a white wench's black eye!Copy !req
558. Run through the ear with a love-song!Copy !req
559. The very pin of his heart cleft
with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft!Copy !req
560. And is he a man to encounter Tybalt?Copy !req
561. - Why, what is Tybalt?
- More than Prince of Cats.Copy !req
562. He is the courageous
captain of compliments!Copy !req
563. He fights as you sing pricksong.Copy !req
564. Keeps time, distance, and proportion.Copy !req
565. He rests his minim rests.Copy !req
566. One, two, and a third...Copy !req
567. in your bosom.Copy !req
568. The very butcher of a silk button.Copy !req
569. A duellist.Copy !req
570. A duellist! A gentleman
of the very first house,Copy !req
571. of the first and second cause.Copy !req
572. The immortal passado!Copy !req
573. The punto reverso!Copy !req
574. The what?Copy !req
575. Here comes Romeo.Copy !req
576. Ho-ho, taffeta punk!Copy !req
577. Signor Romeo, bonjour!Copy !req
578. There's a French salutation
to your French slop.Copy !req
579. You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night.Copy !req
580. Good morrow to you both.
What counterfeit did I give you?Copy !req
581. The slip, sir, the slip.
Can you not conceive?Copy !req
582. Pardon, good Mercutio.
My business was greatCopy !req
583. and in such a case as mine
a man may strain courtesy.Copy !req
584. That's as much as to say,Copy !req
585. such a case as yours
constrains a man to bow in the hams!Copy !req
586. - Meaning to curtsy?
- Thou hast most kindly hit it.Copy !req
587. - A most courteous exposition.
- Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.Copy !req
588. - Pink for flower?
- Right.Copy !req
589. Why, then is my pump well flowered!Copy !req
590. O sure wit!Copy !req
591. Now art thou sociable. Now art thou Romeo!Copy !req
592. Now art thou what thou art,
by art as well as by nature!Copy !req
593. Here's goodly gear!Copy !req
594. God ye good e'en, fair gentlewoman.Copy !req
595. I desire some confidence with you.Copy !req
596. A bawd!Copy !req
597. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd!Copy !req
598. So ho! So ho!Copy !req
599. Romeo!Copy !req
600. Will you come to your father's?Copy !req
601. We'll to dinner thither.Copy !req
602. I will follow you.Copy !req
603. Farewell, ancient lady! Farewell!Copy !req
604. If ye should lead her
in a fool's paradise, as they say,Copy !req
605. it were a very gross kind
of behavior, as they say.Copy !req
606. For the lady is youngCopy !req
607. and, therefore, if you should
deal double with her,Copy !req
608. truly it were an ill thing,
and very weak dealing.Copy !req
609. Bid her to come to confession
this afternoonCopy !req
610. and there she shall,
at Friar Laurence's cell, be shrived...Copy !req
611. and married.Copy !req
612. Love me, love meCopy !req
613. Say that you love meCopy !req
614. Fool me, fool meCopy !req
615. Go on and fool meCopy !req
616. Love me, love meCopy !req
617. Pretend that you love meCopy !req
618. O honey nurse! What news?Copy !req
619. - Nurse!
- I am aweary! Give me leave awhile!Copy !req
620. Fie, how my bones ache!Copy !req
621. What a jaunce have I!Copy !req
622. Would thou hadst my bones
and I thy news.Copy !req
623. Come, I pray thee, speak!Copy !req
624. Jesu, what haste! Can you not stay awhile?Copy !req
625. Can you not see that I am out of breath?Copy !req
626. How art thou out of breath
when thou hast breathCopy !req
627. to say to me that thou art out of breath?Copy !req
628. Is the news good or bad? Answer to that.Copy !req
629. Well, you have made a simple choice.Copy !req
630. You know not how to choose a man.Copy !req
631. Romeo? No, not he.Copy !req
632. Though his face be better than any man's,Copy !req
633. yet his leg excels all men's,Copy !req
634. and for a hand and a foot and a body...Copy !req
635. But all this I did know before.
What says he of our marriage?Copy !req
636. What of that?Copy !req
637. Lord, how my head aches!
What a head have I!Copy !req
638. And my back!Copy !req
639. T'other side!Copy !req
640. Oh, my back!Copy !req
641. In faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.Copy !req
642. Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse!Copy !req
643. Tell me, what says my love?Copy !req
644. Thy love says, like an honest gentleman,Copy !req
645. and a courteous, and a kind,
and a handsome,Copy !req
646. and, I warrant, a virtuous...Copy !req
647. - Where is your mother?
- "Where is your mother?"Copy !req
648. How oddly thou repliest!Copy !req
649. Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
"Where is your mother?"Copy !req
650. God's Lady dear! Are you so hot?
Henceforth, do your messages yourself!Copy !req
651. O here's such a coil!
Come, what says Romeo?Copy !req
652. Have you got leave
to go to confession today?Copy !req
653. I have.Copy !req
654. Then hie you hence to Father Laurence' cell.Copy !req
655. There stays a husband to make you a wife!Copy !req
656. Everybody's free to feel goodCopy !req
657. To feel goodCopy !req
658. Brother and sisterCopy !req
659. Together we'll make it throughCopy !req
660. Someday a spirit will take you
and guide you thereCopy !req
661. I know you've been hurtingCopy !req
662. But I've been waiting to be there for youCopy !req
663. And I'll be there just helping you outCopy !req
664. Whenever I canCopy !req
665. Everybody's freeCopy !req
666. These violent delights
have violent ends.Copy !req
667. And in their triumph die
like fire and powderCopy !req
668. which, as they kiss, consume.Copy !req
669. The sweetest honey is loathsome
in his own deliciousness.Copy !req
670. Therefore love moderately.Copy !req
671. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter,
for us both.Copy !req
672. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire!Copy !req
673. The day is hot, the Capels are abroad,Copy !req
674. and if we meet we shall not 'scape a brawl,Copy !req
675. for now, these hot days,
is the mad blood stirring.Copy !req
676. We're the Caps!Copy !req
677. See? Thou art like one of these fellows...Copy !req
678. that, when he enters
the confines of a tavern,Copy !req
679. claps me his Sword upon the tableCopy !req
680. and says, "God send me no need of thee".Copy !req
681. And, by the operation of the second cup,Copy !req
682. draws him on the drawer,
when indeed there is no need.Copy !req
683. Yeah!Copy !req
684. Am I like such a fellow?Copy !req
685. Thou art as hot a jack in thy mood
as any in Verona.Copy !req
686. By my head, here come the Capulets.Copy !req
687. By my heel... I care not.Copy !req
688. Follow me close.Copy !req
689. Gentlemen, good day.
A word with one of you?Copy !req
690. And but one word with one of us?Copy !req
691. Couple it with something.Copy !req
692. Make it a word and a...Copy !req
693. a blow!Copy !req
694. You shall find me apt enough to that, sir,Copy !req
695. and you will give me occasion.Copy !req
696. Could you not take some occasion
without giving?Copy !req
697. Mercutio!Copy !req
698. Thou consortest with Romeo?Copy !req
699. Consort!Copy !req
700. What, dost thou make us minstrels?Copy !req
701. And thou make minstrels of us,
look to hear nothing but discords!Copy !req
702. Here's my fiddlestick!Copy !req
703. Here's that shall make you dance!
Zounds! Consort!Copy !req
704. Either withdraw unto some private place,
or reason coldly of your grievances,Copy !req
705. or else depart. Here all eyes gaze on us!Copy !req
706. Men's eyes were made to look,
and let them gaze.Copy !req
707. I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.Copy !req
708. Peace be with you, sir. Here comes my man.Copy !req
709. Mercutio!Copy !req
710. Romeo!Copy !req
711. The love I bear thee can afford
no better term than this.Copy !req
712. Thou art a villain!Copy !req
713. Tybalt,Copy !req
714. the reason that I have to love thee...Copy !req
715. doth much excuseCopy !req
716. the appertaining rage to such a greeting.Copy !req
717. Villain am I none.Copy !req
718. Therefore, farewell.Copy !req
719. I see thou knowest me not.Copy !req
720. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
that thou hast done me!Copy !req
721. Turn and draw!Copy !req
722. Turn and draw!Copy !req
723. Turn and draw.Copy !req
724. - Turn and draw.
- I do protest I never injured thee,Copy !req
725. but love thee better than thou canst deviseCopy !req
726. till thou shalt know the reason of my love.Copy !req
727. And so, good Capulet,Copy !req
728. whose name I tender
as dearly as mine own...Copy !req
729. be satisfied.Copy !req
730. Be satisfied.Copy !req
731. O calm, dishonorable, vile submission!Copy !req
732. Thou art my soul's hate!Copy !req
733. Tybalt!Copy !req
734. You rat-catcher!Copy !req
735. Will you walk?Copy !req
736. What wouldst thou have with me?Copy !req
737. Good King of Cats,
nothing but one of your nine lives!Copy !req
738. I am for you!Copy !req
739. Forbear this outrage, good Mercutio!Copy !req
740. - Art thou hurt?
- A scratch, a scratch.Copy !req
741. A scratch!Copy !req
742. Ay, a scratch...Copy !req
743. A scratch!Copy !req
744. Courage, man. The hurt cannot be much.Copy !req
745. 'Twill serve.Copy !req
746. Ask for me tomorrow
and you shall find me a grave man.Copy !req
747. A plague o' both your houses!Copy !req
748. They have made worms' meat of me.Copy !req
749. A plague on both your houses!Copy !req
750. No!Copy !req
751. Why the devil came you between us?Copy !req
752. I was hurt under your arm.Copy !req
753. I thought all for the best!Copy !req
754. A plague o' both your houses.Copy !req
755. No! No!Copy !req
756. Come forth!Copy !req
757. Come forth!Copy !req
758. Mercutio!Copy !req
759. No!Copy !req
760. Come, gentle night.Copy !req
761. Come, loving, black-browed night.
Give me my Romeo.Copy !req
762. And when I shall die, take him
and cut him out in little starsCopy !req
763. and he will make
the face of heaven so fineCopy !req
764. that all the world
will be in love with nightCopy !req
765. and pay no worship to the garish sun.Copy !req
766. O, I have bought the mansion of a loveCopy !req
767. but not possessed it;Copy !req
768. and though I am sold, not yet enjoyed.Copy !req
769. So... tedious is this day...Copy !req
770. as is the night before some festival
to an impatient childCopy !req
771. that hath new robes and may not wear them.Copy !req
772. Mercutio's soul is but a little way
above our heads,Copy !req
773. staying for thine to keep him company!Copy !req
774. Thou wretched boy shalt with him hence!Copy !req
775. Either thou, or I,Copy !req
776. or both, must go with him!Copy !req
777. Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him!Copy !req
778. Either thou,Copy !req
779. or I, or both, must go with him!Copy !req
780. I am fortune's fool!Copy !req
781. Romeo!Copy !req
782. Away, be gone! Stand not amazed!Copy !req
783. Away!Copy !req
784. Romeo!Copy !req
785. Tybalt!Copy !req
786. Where are the vile beginners of this fray?Copy !req
787. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?Copy !req
788. Romeo he cries aloud, "Hold, friends!"Copy !req
789. Tybalt hit the life of stout Mercutio.Copy !req
790. Tybalt here slain...Copy !req
791. Romeo's hand did slay.Copy !req
792. Prince!Copy !req
793. As thou art true,Copy !req
794. for blood of ours, shed blood of Montague!Copy !req
795. Romeo... spoke him fair,Copy !req
796. could not take truce
with the unruly spleen of Tybalt...Copy !req
797. deaf to peace.Copy !req
798. He is a kinsman to the Montague.
Affection makes him false!Copy !req
799. I beg for justice,
which thou, Prince, must give!Copy !req
800. Romeo slew Tybalt.Copy !req
801. Romeo must not live!Copy !req
802. Romeo slew him. He slew Mercutio.Copy !req
803. Who now the price
of his dear blood doth owe?Copy !req
804. Not Romeo, Prince.
He was Mercutio's friend.Copy !req
805. His fault concludes but what the law
should end - the life of Tybalt.Copy !req
806. And for that offense
immediately we do exile him.Copy !req
807. Noble Prince...Copy !req
808. I will be deaf to pleading and excuses!Copy !req
809. Nor tears nor prayers
shall purchase out abuses!Copy !req
810. Therefore use none!Copy !req
811. Let Romeo hence in haste!Copy !req
812. Else, when he is found, that hour is his last!Copy !req
813. Romeo is banished!Copy !req
814. Banishment...Copy !req
815. Be merciful, say death.Copy !req
816. For exile hath more terror in his look,
much more than death.Copy !req
817. Do not say banishment.Copy !req
818. Affliction is enamored of thy parts,
and thou art wedded to calamity.Copy !req
819. Hence from Verona art thou banished.Copy !req
820. Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.Copy !req
821. There is no world without Verona walls.Copy !req
822. Hence banished is banish'd from
the world, and world's exile is death.Copy !req
823. Then banished is death mistermed.Copy !req
824. Calling death banished, thou cutt'st
my head off with a golden axCopy !req
825. and smil'st upon the stroke
that murders me.Copy !req
826. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!Copy !req
827. This is dear mercy and thou seest it not.Copy !req
828. Hence!Copy !req
829. - I come from my lady Juliet!
- Welcome, then.Copy !req
830. Where is my lady's lord?Copy !req
831. Romeo, come forth.Copy !req
832. Nurse.Copy !req
833. Ah, sir.Copy !req
834. Death's the end of all.Copy !req
835. Speakest thou of Juliet?Copy !req
836. Where is she and how doth she?Copy !req
837. And what says my concealed lady
to our canceled love?Copy !req
838. O she says nothing, sir,
but weeps and weeps.Copy !req
839. And then on Romeo cries,
and then falls down again.Copy !req
840. As if that name, shot from
the deadly level of a gun,Copy !req
841. did murder her, as that name's
cursed hand murdered her kinsman!Copy !req
842. I thought thy disposition better tempered.Copy !req
843. Thy Juliet is alive.
There art thou happy.Copy !req
844. Tybalt would kill thee,
but thou slewest Tybalt.Copy !req
845. There art thou happy.Copy !req
846. The law that threatened death
becomes thy friend and turns it to exile.Copy !req
847. There art thou happy.Copy !req
848. A pack of blessings light upon thy back.Copy !req
849. Wherefore railest thou on thy birth,
the heaven, and earth,Copy !req
850. since birth, and heaven, and earth,
all three do meet in thee at once?Copy !req
851. Sir, a ring my lady bid me give you.Copy !req
852. How well my comfort is revived by this.Copy !req
853. Go.Copy !req
854. Get thee to thy love, as was decreed.Copy !req
855. Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her.Copy !req
856. Hie you! Make haste!Copy !req
857. But look thou...
stay not till the watch be set,Copy !req
858. for then thou canst not pass to Mantua,Copy !req
859. where thou wilt live till we can
find a time to blaze your marriage,Copy !req
860. reconcile your friends,
beg pardon of the Prince,Copy !req
861. and call thee back with
twenty hundred thousand times more joyCopy !req
862. than thou went'st forth in lamentation.Copy !req
863. Quick, hence! Be gone by break of day!Copy !req
864. Sojourn in Mantua!Copy !req
865. Farewell.Copy !req
866. O God!Copy !req
867. Did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?Copy !req
868. O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!Copy !req
869. Was ever book containing
such vile matter so fairly bound?Copy !req
870. O that deceit should dwell
in such a gorgeous palace!Copy !req
871. She'll not come down tonight.Copy !req
872. These times of woe afford no time to woo.Copy !req
873. Look you, she loved
her kinsman Tybalt dearly.Copy !req
874. And so did I.Copy !req
875. Well,Copy !req
876. we were born to die.Copy !req
877. I'll know her mind early tomorrow.
Tonight she's mewed up to her heaviness.Copy !req
878. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?Copy !req
879. Ah, poor my lord, what tongue
shall smooth thy name,Copy !req
880. when I, thy three-hours' wife,
have mangled it?Copy !req
881. But whyfore, villain,
didst thou kill my cousin?Copy !req
882. I will make a desperate tender
of my child's love.Copy !req
883. I think she will be ruled in all respects by me.Copy !req
884. Nay, more! I doubt it not!Copy !req
885. But what say you to Thursday?Copy !req
886. My lord, I...Copy !req
887. I would that Thursday were tomorrow!Copy !req
888. Thursday let it be, then! Wife!Copy !req
889. Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed.Copy !req
890. Tell her o' Thursday she shall
be married to this noble sir!Copy !req
891. Wilt thou be gone?
It is not yet near day.Copy !req
892. I must be gone and live,
or stay and die.Copy !req
893. Yon light is not daylight;
I know it, I.Copy !req
894. It is some meteor that the sun exhales
to light thee on thy way to Mantua.Copy !req
895. Therefore stay yet;
thou need'st not be gone.Copy !req
896. Well, let me be taken.Copy !req
897. Let me be put to death!Copy !req
898. I have more care to stay than will to go.Copy !req
899. Come, death, and welcome!
Juliet wills it so.Copy !req
900. How is't, my soul?
Let's talk. It is not day.Copy !req
901. It is... It is!Copy !req
902. Hie hence, be gone, away!Copy !req
903. O now be gone!
More light and light it grows.Copy !req
904. More light and light,Copy !req
905. more dark and dark our woes.Copy !req
906. Madam!Copy !req
907. Your lady mother is coming to your chamber!Copy !req
908. Ho, daughter, are you up?Copy !req
909. Then, window,Copy !req
910. let day in and let life...Copy !req
911. out!Copy !req
912. Juliet?Copy !req
913. - Think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
- I doubt it not.Copy !req
914. Trust me, love. All these woes
shall serve for sweet discoursesCopy !req
915. - in our times to come.
- Ho, daughter!Copy !req
916. Juliet!Copy !req
917. O God!Copy !req
918. I have an ill-divining soul!Copy !req
919. Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low,
as one dead in the bottom of a tomb.Copy !req
920. Adieu!Copy !req
921. O fortune, fortune!Copy !req
922. Be fickle, fortune.Copy !req
923. For then I hope thou wilt not
keep him long, but send him back.Copy !req
924. Thou hast a careful father, child.Copy !req
925. One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,Copy !req
926. hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,Copy !req
927. which thou expect'st not,
nor I looked not for.Copy !req
928. Madam, in happy time. What day is that?Copy !req
929. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,Copy !req
930. the gallant, young,
and noble gentleman, Sir Paris,Copy !req
931. at St Peter's Church,
shall happily make thee thereCopy !req
932. a joyful bride.Copy !req
933. Now, by St Peter's Church and Peter too,Copy !req
934. he shall not make me there a joyful bride!Copy !req
935. Here comes your father. Tell him so yourself.Copy !req
936. How now, wife?Copy !req
937. Have you delivered to her our decree?Copy !req
938. Ay, sir.Copy !req
939. But she will none, she gives you thanks.Copy !req
940. I would the fool were married to her grave.Copy !req
941. How?Copy !req
942. Will she none?Copy !req
943. Is she not proud?Copy !req
944. Doth she not count her blest,
unworthy as she is,Copy !req
945. that we have wrought so worthy
a gentleman to be her bride?Copy !req
946. Not proud you have,
but thankful that you have.Copy !req
947. Proud can I never be of what I hate!Copy !req
948. Thank me no thankings,
nor proud me no prouds!Copy !req
949. But fettle your fine joints
'gainst Thursday next!Copy !req
950. Hear me with patience but to speak a word!Copy !req
951. Fie, fie! Stop it!Copy !req
952. Speak not! Reply not! Do not answer me!Copy !req
953. Husband, are you mad?Copy !req
954. Hang thee, young baggage!
Disobedient wretch!Copy !req
955. God in heaven bless her! You are
to blame, my lord, to rate her so!Copy !req
956. Peace, you mumbling fool!Copy !req
957. I tell thee what.Copy !req
958. Get thee to church o' Thursday,Copy !req
959. or never after look me in the face!Copy !req
960. An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend.Copy !req
961. An you be not, hang, beg, starve,Copy !req
962. die in the streets!Copy !req
963. Trust to 't. Bethink you.Copy !req
964. I'll not be forsworn!Copy !req
965. O sweet my mother, cast me not away!Copy !req
966. Delay this marriage for a month, a week.Copy !req
967. Or, if you do not,Copy !req
968. make the bridal bed in that
dim monument where Tybalt lies.Copy !req
969. Talk not to me...Copy !req
970. for I'll not speak a word.Copy !req
971. Do as thou wilt,
for I have done with thee.Copy !req
972. O God!Copy !req
973. O Nurse, how shall this be prevented?Copy !req
974. What say'st thou? Hast thou not
a word of joy? Some comfort, Nurse!Copy !req
975. Faith, here it is.Copy !req
976. I think it best you marry with this Paris.Copy !req
977. O he's a lovely gentleman.Copy !req
978. I think you are happy in this second match,Copy !req
979. for it excels your first.Copy !req
980. Or, if it did not,Copy !req
981. your first is dead.Copy !req
982. Or 'twere as good he wereCopy !req
983. as living here and you no use to him.Copy !req
984. Speakest thou from thy heart?Copy !req
985. And from my soul too;
else beshrew them both!Copy !req
986. Amen.Copy !req
987. What?Copy !req
988. Well, thou hast comforted me
marvelous much.Copy !req
989. Go in and tell my lady I am gone,
having displeased my father,Copy !req
990. to Friar Laurence to make
confession and be absolved.Copy !req
991. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death.Copy !req
992. Now, sir, her father counts it dangerousCopy !req
993. that she doth give her sorrow
so much swayCopy !req
994. and in his wisdom hastes our marriage
to stop the inundation of her tears.Copy !req
995. Happily met, my lady and my wife.Copy !req
996. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.Copy !req
997. That "may be" must be, love,
on Thursday next.Copy !req
998. - What must be shall be.
- Well, that's a certain text.Copy !req
999. Come you to make confession?Copy !req
1000. Are you at leisure, holy Father, now,
or shall I come to you at evening mass?Copy !req
1001. My leisure serves thee,
pensive daughter, now.Copy !req
1002. Good sir, we must entreat the time alone.Copy !req
1003. God shield I should disturb devotion!Copy !req
1004. Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye.Copy !req
1005. Till then adieu,Copy !req
1006. and keep this holy kiss.Copy !req
1007. Tell me not, Father,
that thou hearest of this,Copy !req
1008. - unless thou tell me how I may prevent it!
- It strains me past the compass of my wits!Copy !req
1009. If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help,Copy !req
1010. do thou but call my resolution wise.Copy !req
1011. - And with this, I'll help it presently!
- Hold, daughter!Copy !req
1012. Be not so long to speak! I long to die!Copy !req
1013. I do spy a kind of hope,Copy !req
1014. which craves as desperate an executionCopy !req
1015. as that is desperate
which we would prevent.Copy !req
1016. If, rather than to marry with this Paris,Copy !req
1017. thou hast the strength of will
to slay thyself,Copy !req
1018. then it is likely thou wilt
undertake a thing like deathCopy !req
1019. to chide away this shame.Copy !req
1020. And, if thou darest,Copy !req
1021. I'll give thee remedy.Copy !req
1022. No warmth, no breath shall testify thou livest.Copy !req
1023. Each part,
deprived of supple government,Copy !req
1024. shall stiff and stark and cold
appear, like death.Copy !req
1025. Now, when the bridegroom in the morning
comes to rouse thee from thy bed,Copy !req
1026. there art thou dead.Copy !req
1027. Thou shalt be borne
to that same ancient vaultCopy !req
1028. where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.Copy !req
1029. And in this borrowed likeness
of shrunk deathCopy !req
1030. thou shalt continue
four and twenty hoursCopy !req
1031. and then awake as from a pleasant sleep.Copy !req
1032. In the meantime, against thou shalt awake,Copy !req
1033. shall Romeo by my letters know our drift.Copy !req
1034. And hither shall he come that very night
to bear thee both hence to Mantua.Copy !req
1035. Take thou this vial, being then in bed,Copy !req
1036. and this distilling liquor drink thou off.Copy !req
1037. I'll send my letters to thy lord
post haste to Mantua.Copy !req
1038. Hello?Copy !req
1039. What if this mixture do not work at all?Copy !req
1040. Shall I be married then tomorrow morning?Copy !req
1041. - What, are you busy? Need you my help?
- No, madam.Copy !req
1042. We have culled such necessaries
as are behoveful for our estate tomorrow.Copy !req
1043. So please you, let me now be left alone,
and let the nurse this night sit up with you.Copy !req
1044. For I am sure you have your hands full allCopy !req
1045. in this so sudden business.Copy !req
1046. Good night.Copy !req
1047. Get thee to bed and rest,Copy !req
1048. for thou hast need.Copy !req
1049. Farewell.Copy !req
1050. God knows when we shall meet again.Copy !req
1051. Good night.Copy !req
1052. Romeo,Copy !req
1053. I drink to thee.Copy !req
1054. As the custom is, in all her best array,
bear her to church.Copy !req
1055. And all this day an unaccustomed spiritCopy !req
1056. lifts me above the ground
with cheerful thoughts.Copy !req
1057. I dreamt my lady came
and found me deadCopy !req
1058. and breathed such life with kisses
in my lips that I revivedCopy !req
1059. and was an emperor.Copy !req
1060. Ah, me!Copy !req
1061. How sweet is love itself possessed,Copy !req
1062. when but love's shadows
are so rich in joy!Copy !req
1063. News from Verona!Copy !req
1064. How now, Balthasar?Copy !req
1065. Dost thou not bring me
letters from the priest?Copy !req
1066. How doth my lady? Is my father well?Copy !req
1067. How doth my lady Juliet?
For nothing can be ill if she be well.Copy !req
1068. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill.Copy !req
1069. Her body rests in chapel monument,Copy !req
1070. and her immortal part
with the angels lives.Copy !req
1071. I saw her laid low.Copy !req
1072. Pardon me for bringing these ill news.Copy !req
1073. Is it e'en so?Copy !req
1074. Then I defy you, stars!Copy !req
1075. Juliet!Copy !req
1076. - I will hence tonight.
- Have patience!Copy !req
1077. Leave me!Copy !req
1078. Your looks are pale and wild
and do import some misadventure.Copy !req
1079. Tush! Thou art deceived!Copy !req
1080. Hast thou no letters to me from the priest?Copy !req
1081. No matter.Copy !req
1082. Well, Juliet,Copy !req
1083. I will lie with thee tonight.Copy !req
1084. I will hence tonight.Copy !req
1085. Romeo is within Verona walls.Copy !req
1086. Fear comes upon me!Copy !req
1087. O, much I fearCopy !req
1088. some ill, unthrifty thing!Copy !req
1089. The letter was of dear import!Copy !req
1090. I couldn't send it,
nor get a messenger to bring it there.Copy !req
1091. The neglecting it may do much damage.Copy !req
1092. Bring forth these enemies,
Capulet and Montague!Copy !req
1093. Let me have a dram of poison,Copy !req
1094. such soon-speeding gear as will
disperse itself through all the veinsCopy !req
1095. that the life-weary taker may fall dead.Copy !req
1096. Such mortal drugs I have, but Verona law
is death to any he that utters them.Copy !req
1097. The world is not thy friend,
nor the world's law!Copy !req
1098. Then be not poor, but break itCopy !req
1099. and take this!Copy !req
1100. My poverty but not my will consents.Copy !req
1101. I pay thy poverty and not thy will.Copy !req
1102. Drink it off, and if you had the strength
of 20 men, it would dispatch you straight.Copy !req
1103. There's my gold.Copy !req
1104. Worse poison to men's soulsCopy !req
1105. than these poor compounds
that thou may'st not sell.Copy !req
1106. Romeo hath no notice of these accidents.Copy !req
1107. I will write again to Mantua.Copy !req
1108. Within the hour will the fair Juliet wake.Copy !req
1109. She stirs. The lady stirs.Copy !req
1110. - I do beseech you.
- Live and be prosperous.Copy !req
1111. And farewell, good fellow.Copy !req
1112. Then I will leave thee.Copy !req
1113. Tempt not a desperate man!Copy !req
1114. Hold! Hold!Copy !req
1115. Hold!Copy !req
1116. Once more I say to you, hold!Copy !req
1117. My love...Copy !req
1118. My wife...Copy !req
1119. Death that hath sucked
the honey of thy breathCopy !req
1120. hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.Copy !req
1121. Thou art not conquered.Copy !req
1122. Beauty's ensign yet is crimson
in thy lips and in thy cheeksCopy !req
1123. and death's pale flag is not advanced there.Copy !req
1124. Dear Juliet, why art thou yet so fair?Copy !req
1125. Shall I believe that
unsubstantial death is amorousCopy !req
1126. and keeps thee here in dark
to be his paramour?Copy !req
1127. Here.Copy !req
1128. O, here will I set up my everlasting restCopy !req
1129. and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
from this world-wearied flesh.Copy !req
1130. Eyes, look your last.Copy !req
1131. Arms, take your last embrace.Copy !req
1132. And lips...Copy !req
1133. O you, the doors to breath,Copy !req
1134. seal with a righteous kiss...Copy !req
1135. a dateless bargainCopy !req
1136. to engrossing death.Copy !req
1137. Romeo...Copy !req
1138. What's here?Copy !req
1139. Poison...Copy !req
1140. Drunk all, and left no friendly drop
to help me after?Copy !req
1141. I'll kiss thy lips.Copy !req
1142. Haply some poison yet doth hang on them.Copy !req
1143. Thy lips are warm.Copy !req
1144. Thus...Copy !req
1145. with a kiss...Copy !req
1146. I die.Copy !req
1147. See what a scourge
is laid upon your hate,Copy !req
1148. that heaven finds means
to kill your joys with love!Copy !req
1149. And I, for winking at your discords too,
have lost a brace of kinsmen.Copy !req
1150. All are punished.Copy !req
1151. All are punished!Copy !req
1152. A glooming peace
this morning with it brings.Copy !req
1153. The sun for sorrow
will not show his head.Copy !req
1154. Go hence, to have more talk
of these sad things.Copy !req
1155. Some shall be pardoned,
and some punished.Copy !req
1156. For never was a story of more woe
than this of Juliet and her Romeo.Copy !req