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MAUDE ADAMS. 
 
 Occasionally a rumor creeps into print to 
 the effect that Maude Adams will return to 
 the stage. For thirteen years this actress has 
 been in retirement. Yet there is more in- 
 terest in her career than in that of later 
 players, It was announced last year that Miss 
 Adams, whose name is indelibly associated 
 with the J. M. Barrie plays, notably "Peter 
 Pan," would return to the stage in an Amer- 
 ican comedy, and under the direction of a 
 celebrated New York impresario. That prom- 
 ise failed of fulfillment. 
 
 Now comes word that. Miss Adams will take 
 to the footlights this season in "The Mer- 
 chant of Venice," in which she will play 
 Portia opposite Mr. Otis Skinner's Shylock. 
 
 There is a consummation not only devoutly 
 to be wished, but one possible of attainment. 
 Miss Adams as Portia, in the stately robes 
 associated with that character, could not fail 
 to charm. Though she has never played the 
 part, she might easily make the ideal Portia, 
 as she undoubtedly would have been the per- 
 fect Juliet had she assumed that role 
 
 Whatever the outcome, the fact that Amer- 
 ica's favorite actress is considering a return 
 to the stage will delight her old admirers and 
 give the new generation a standard by which 
 to judge dramatic genius. 
 
 Miss Maude Adams Did Appear m 
 Juliet, Opposite William Faversham. 
 
 To the Editor of The Post — Sir: 
 The writer of the editorial on Miss 
 Maude Adams in Friday's issue of 
 The Post says: "Though she has 
 never played the part, she might 
 easily make the ideal Portia, as she 
 undoubtedly would have been the 
 perfect Juliet had she assumed that 
 role." 
 
 As far is I know, Miss Adams has 
 never appeared as Portia. But she 
 did assume the role of Juliet 32 years 
 age, at the Empire Theater, New 
 York, May 8, 1899. The program of 
 that date announced "Miss Maude 
 Adams, in a special production of 
 Shakespeare's tragedy of 'Romeo and 
 Juliet,' William Faversham as Romeo 
 and James K. Hackett as Mercutio." 
 
 A number of other well-known 
 actors were in the cast, among them 
 being George Fawcett, Orrln Johnson. 
 W. H. Thompson and Mrs. W. G. 
 Jones. 
 
 The company appeared here at the 
 National Theater, a single perform- 
 ance, if my«memory is correct. 
 
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MAUDE 
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 Acting Edition 
 
 OF 
 
 Romeo and Juliet 
 
 With Drawings by 
 
 Ernest Haskell and C. Allan Gilbert 
 
 Published with the authorization of 
 Charles Frohman 
 
 Jfteto gotfe 
 
 R. H. RUSSELL 
 
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 Copyright, l8<pp, 
 By Robert Howard Russell. 
 
 TWO COPIES RECEIVED. 
 
 8EC0ND COPV, 
 
 
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 The cast as produced at the Empire Theatre, New 
 York, May 8th, /8pp. 
 
 George Faivcett 
 
 Orrln 'Johnson 
 W. H. Crompton 
 
 Eugene Jepson 
 Frederick Spencer 
 
 Escalus, prince of Verona 
 
 Paris, a young nobleman, kinsman to the 
 
 prince 
 Montague i heads of two houses at 
 Capulet J variance with each other 
 An Old Man, of the Capulet family 
 Romeo, son of Montague William Faversham 
 
 Mercutio, kinsman to the prince, and 
 
 friend to Romeo James K. Hackett 
 
 Benvolio, nephew to Montague, and 
 
 friend to Romeo 
 Tybalt, nephew to Lady Capulet 
 Friar Laurence, a Franciscan 
 Friar John, of the same order 
 Balthazar, servant to Romeo 
 
 Sampson 1 
 
 ^ > servants to Capulet 
 
 Gregory j r 
 
 Peter, servant to Juliet's nurse 
 
 Abraham, servant to Montague 
 
 An Apothecary 
 
 Lady Capulet, wife to Capulet 
 
 Juliet, daughter to Capulet 
 
 Nurse to Juliet 
 
 Pages to Paris, Mercutio, Capulet, etc.; Citizens of 
 
 Verona, Kinsfolk of both Houses, Maskers, Guards, 
 
 Musicians and Attendants. 
 
 Jos. Francoeur 
 
 Campbell Gollan 
 
 TV. H. Thompson 
 
 Geo. Osborne, Jr. 
 
 G. HI Howard 
 
 Wallace Jackson 
 
 Thomas Valentine 
 
 R. Peyton Carter 
 
 George Irving 
 
 Norman Campbell 
 
 Miss Helen Morgan 
 
 Miss Maude Adams 
 
 Mrs. W. G. Jones 
 
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SCENE — Verona, Mantua. 
 
 The FIRST ACT Scene i 
 
 Scene 2 
 Scene 3 
 Scene 4 
 
 The SECOND ACT Scene i 
 
 Scene 2 
 Scene 3 
 
 The THIRD ACT Scene i 
 
 Scene 2 
 Scene 3 
 
 The FOURTH ACT Scene i Juliet's chamber. 
 
 Scene 2 Friar Laurence's cell. 
 Scene 3 Juliet's chamber. 
 
 The FIFTH ACT Scene i Mantua.' A street. 
 
 Scene 2 Verona. A churchyard. 
 
 Scene 3 Tomb of the Capulets. 
 
 Produced under the stage direction ofWiLLiAM Seymour. 
 
 Some of the scenes in the play which are reproduced in 
 this book are from photographs especially taken by Sarony 
 and Joseph Byron. 
 
 PERIOD— 14th Century. 
 
 Verona. A public place. 
 Before Capulet's house. 
 Hall in Capulet's house 
 Capulet's garden. 
 
 Friar Laurence's cell. 
 A street. 
 Capulet's garden. 
 
 Friar Laurence's cell. 
 
 A street. 
 
 Friar Laurence's cell. 
 
rHE play as here given is the actual act- 
 ing version arranged by Miss <iAdams y 
 with the stage directions for its per- 
 formance as produced by her. 
 
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ROMEO 
 
 JULIET 
 
 A C T I 
 Scene I. — Verona. A Public Place. Sunday morning. 
 Various groups Idling and gossiping. Enter Sampson 
 and Gregory, of the bouse of C apulet, with swords 
 and bucklers, R.U.E. through Arch, down C. 
 
 Sampson. 
 
 REGORY, on my word, we'll not carry 
 coals. 
 
 Gregory. 
 No, for then we should be colliers. 
 Sampson. 
 
 [Moving with swagger to R.] I strike quickly, being 
 
 moved. 
 
 Gregory. 
 
 But thou art not quickly moved to strike. 
 
 Sampson. 
 [Crossing to Z,.] A dog of the house of Montague 
 moves me. 
 
ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Gregory. 
 
 To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand: there- 
 fore if thou art moved, thou runn'st away. 
 
 S A M P S O N. 
 
 A dog of that house shall move me to stand. 
 
 Gregory. 
 The quarrel is between our masters and us their men. 
 
 Sampson. 
 *Tis all one. I '11 show myself a tyrant! 
 
 Gregory. 
 
 [Looking off L.~\ Draw thy tool; here comes two of the 
 house of Montagues! 
 
 Sampson. 
 [Drawing — turns — then retreats to R. of Gregory. ,] My 
 naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will back thee. 
 
 Gregory. 
 
 How, turn thy back and run? 
 
 Sampson. 
 
 [Drawing Gregory over to R.~\ Let us take the law of 
 our sides; let them begin. 
 
 Gregory. 
 
 I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list. 
 [Enter Balthasar and Abraham L. i E., moving uptoR. C. 
 
 Sampson. 
 Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is 
 a disgrace to them, if they bear it. [Crosses, in front, to L. 
 H., Gregory following him. 
 
 Abraham. 
 [Stops C. and down R. C] Do you bite your thumb at 
 us, sir? 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Sampson. 
 I do bite my thumb, sir. 
 
 Abraham. 
 Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? 
 
 Sampson. 
 [Aside to Gregory.^ Is the law of our side, if I say ay? 
 
 Gregory. 
 No. 
 
 Sampson. 
 [Stepping towards Abraham.] No, sir, I do not bite my 
 thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir. [Moves up C. 
 
 Gregory. 
 
 [Following him, stops and eyes Abraham.] Do you quarrel, 
 sir? 
 
 Abraham. 
 
 Quarrel, sir! No, sir. [Crosses to L. 
 
 Sampson. 
 
 [Swings down C] If you do, sir, I am for you; I serve 
 as good a man as you. 
 
 [Enter Benvolio R. U. E. with Two Servants. 
 Abraham. 
 No better. 
 
 Sampson. 
 Well, sir. 
 
 Gregory. 
 [Seeing Tybalt coming L. i E. Aside to Sampson.] 
 Say "better"; here comes one of my master's kinsmen. 
 
 Sampson. 
 [Crossing to Abraham.] Yes, better, sir. 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Abraham. 
 You lie. 
 
 Sampson. 
 
 Draw, if you be men. — Gregory, remember thy swashing 
 blow. [ They fight. 
 
 [Enter Tybalt L. i. E. and three Capulet Servants who 
 rush up and attack the two men who entered with Benvolio. 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 [Returning from stairs.'] Part, fools! 
 
 Put up your swords; you know not what you do. 
 
 [Beats down their swords and goes up C. 
 
 Tybalt. 
 What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? 
 Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death. 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 I do but keep the peace; put up thy sword, 
 Or manage it to part these men with me. 
 
 Tybalt. 
 
 What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, 
 As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: 
 Have at thee, coward! 
 
 [They fight up C. and off R. J E. 
 [Enter Several of both Houses R. and L. H. who join the 
 fray; enter Citizens , with clubs. 
 
 First Citizen. 
 Clubs, bills, and partisans! 
 
 Second Citizen. 
 Strike! beat them down! 
 
 Third Citizen. 
 Down with the Capulets! [All repeat the cries. 
 
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ROMEO ^(/JULIET 
 
 Fourth Citizen. 
 
 Down with the Montagues! [J general tumult. 
 
 \_Enter Capulet R., followed by two Pages and one Ser- 
 vant; and enter Montague, Page and Servant, Page with 
 sivord which Montague draws L. I E. 
 
 Montague. 
 
 [Advancing on Capulet.~\ Thou villain Capulet! 
 
 [Re-enter Benvolio; down C; holds Montague. 
 Hold me not, let me go. 
 
 [L. U. on balcony. 
 [Enter Prince zvith his Train, four Servants from L. I E. 
 and between the two old men {long staff's for servants}. Officer 
 and Guards on from L. I E., L. U. E. and R. U. E. 
 
 Prince. 
 
 / / [Z. j E. above on balcony. 
 
 Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, 
 Profaners of this neighbor-stained steel, — 
 Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts, 
 On pain of torture, from those bloody hands 
 Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground 
 And hear the sentence of your moved prince. 
 Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, 
 By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, 
 Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets, 
 And made Verona's ancient citizens 
 Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, 
 To wield old partisans, in hands as old; 
 It ever you disturb our streets again, 
 Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. 
 For this time, all the rest depart away! 
 [Prince descends stairs, followed by Pages. Crosses to C. 
 You, Capulet, shall go along with me; 
 
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ROMEO o^/ JULIET 
 
 And, Montague, come you this afternoon, 
 
 To know our farther pleasure in this case, 
 
 To old Free-town, our common judgment place. 
 
 Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. 
 
 [ Trumpets sound, L. H. Pages advance and give him hat 
 
 and sword. 
 
 \Exeunt C. L. all but Montague and Benvolio. Cap- 
 
 ulet's Pages follow him. Montague's Page gives him cane 
 
 and takes sword. 
 
 Montague. 
 
 Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? 
 Speak, nephew, were you by when it began? 
 
 Benvolio. 
 Here were the servants of your adversary 
 And yours close fighting ere I did approach. 
 
 Montague. 
 But where is Romeo? saw you him to-day? 
 Right glad I am he was not at this fray. 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 An hour before the worshipp'd sun 
 Peer'd forth the golden window of the east, 
 A troubled mind drove me to walk abroad; 
 Where, underneath the grove of sycamore 
 That westward rooteth from the city's side, 
 So early walking did I see your son: 
 Towards him I made; but he was ware of me 
 And stole into the covert of the wood. 
 Montague. 
 
 Many a morning hath he there been seen, 
 With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew; 
 Black and portentous must this humor prove, 
 Unless good counsel may the cause remove. 
 
ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Be n v olio. 
 My noble uncle, do you know the cause? 
 
 Montague. 
 I neither know it nor can learn of him. 
 Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, 
 We would as willingly give cure as know. 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 [Looking off R. U. E.~\ See, where he comes; so please 
 
 you, step aside; 
 I Ml know his grievance, or be much denied. 
 
 Montague. 
 I would thou wert so happy by thy stay, 
 To hear true shrift. 
 
 [Exit L. I E. followed by Page and Servant. 
 Benvolio. 
 [Enter Romeo R. U. E.] Good morrow, cousin. 
 
 Romeo. 
 Is the day so young? 
 
 Benvolio. 
 But new struck nine. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Ah me! Sad hours seem long;. 
 Was that my father that went hence so fast? 
 
 Benvolio. 
 It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? 
 
 Romeo. 
 Not having that which, having, makes them short. 
 
 Benvolio. 
 In love? 
 
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ROMEO and J U L IET 
 
 Romeo. 
 Out— 
 
 B E N V O L I O. 
 
 Of love? 
 
 Romeo. 
 Out of her favor, where I am in love. 
 Benvolio. 
 
 Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, 
 Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, 
 
 Should without eyes see pathways to his will! 
 
 Where shall we dine? — O me! What fray was here? 
 
 Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. 
 
 Here 's much to do with hate, but more with love. 
 
 Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate! 
 
 O anything, of nothing first create! 
 
 O heavy lightness! Serious vanity! 
 
 Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms! 
 
 This love feel I, that feel no love in this. 
 
 Dost thou not laugh? 
 
 Benvolio. 
 No, coz, I rather weep. 
 Romeo. 
 Good heart, at what? 
 
 Benvolio. 
 At thy good heart's oppression. 
 Romeo. 
 
 Why, such is love's transgression. 
 
 Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest 
 
 With more of thine; this love, that thou hast shown, 
 
 Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. 
 
 Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; 
 
 Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; 
 
 Being vexed, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; 
 
 What is it else? a madness most discreet, 
 
 A choking gall and a preserving sweet. 
 
 Farewell, my coz. [Going R. U. E. 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 Soft! I will go along! 
 And if you leave me so, you do me wrong. 
 
 Romeo. 
 What, shall I groan and tell thee? 
 Benvolio. 
 Groan! Why, no; but sadly tell me who. 
 
 Romeo. 
 In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. 
 
 Benvolio. 
 I aimed so near when I suppos'd you lov'd. 
 
 Romeo. 
 A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love. 
 
 Benvolio. 
 A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Well, in that hit you miss; she '11 not be hit 
 With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit, 
 And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd, 
 From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. 
 She hath forsworn to love; and in that vow 
 
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ROMEO oiJULIET 
 
 Do I live dead, that live to tell it now. 
 
 Benvolio. 
 Be rul'd by me; forget to think of her. 
 
 Romeo. 
 O, teach me how I should forget to think. 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 By giving liberty unto thine eyes; 
 Examine other beauties. 
 
 R o m e o. 
 
 'Tis the way 
 To call hers exquisite, in question more. 
 He that is stricken blind cannot forget 
 The precious treasure of his eyesight lost. 
 Show me a mistress that is passing fair, 
 What doth her beauty serve but as a note 
 Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair? 
 Farewell; thou can'st not teach me to forget. 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 I '11 pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. 
 
 [ They retire R. j E. 
 \Enter Capulet, and two Pages, Paris and one Page, 
 and Peter, L. U. E. 
 
 Capulet. 
 
 But Montague is bound as well as I, 
 In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think, 
 For men so old as we to keep the peace. 
 
 Paris. 
 
 Of honorable reckoning are you both; 
 
 And pity 'tis you liv'd at odds so long. 
 
 But now, my lord, what say you to my suit? 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 C A P U L E T. 
 
 But saying o'er what I have said before: 
 My child is yet a stranger in the world; 
 Let two more summers wither in their pride, 
 Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. 
 
 Paris. 
 
 Younger than she are happy mothers made. 
 
 C a p u L E T. 
 
 And too soon marr'd are those so early made. 
 
 But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, 
 
 My will to her consent is but a part; 
 
 This night I hold an old accustom'd feast, 
 
 Whereto I have invited many a guest 
 
 Such as I love; and you, among the store 
 
 One more, most welcome, makes my number more. — 
 
 Come, go with me. 
 
 [Paris goes up to his Page and sends him off R. U. E. 
 [T0 Peter, who rises , giving a paper. 
 
 Go, sirrah, trudge about 
 Through fair Verona; find those persons out 
 Whose names are written there, and to them say 
 My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. 
 
 [Exeunt Capulet and Paris R. i E., followed by two 
 Capulet Pages. 
 
 Peter. 
 
 Find them out whose names are written here! It is 
 written that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard 
 and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil and 
 the painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those per- 
 sons whose names are here writ, and can never find what 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the 
 
 learned. — In good time. [Moves to R. C. 
 
 [Romeo and Benvolio come forward R. U. E through 
 Arch down L. C. 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning, 
 One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish; 
 Take thou some new infection to thy eye, 
 And the rank poison of the old will die. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 [To Peter, who is bowing R.~j God-den, good fellow. 
 
 [Crossing to Peter C. 
 
 Peter. 
 God gi' good-den — I pray, sir, can you read? 
 
 R o m E o. 
 Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. 
 
 Peter. 
 Perhaps you have learned it without book: but I pray, can 
 you read anything you see? 
 
 Romeo. 
 Ay, if I know the letters and the language. 
 
 Peter. 
 Ye say honestly; rest you merry! [About to go up C. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Stay, fellow; I can read. [Peter gives scroll to Romeo. 
 
 [Reads. 
 
 4 Signior Martino and his wife and daughters; Countv 
 
 Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady widow of Vit- 
 
 ruvio; Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces; Mercutio and 
 
 his brother Valentine; mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 daughters; my fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio 
 and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio and the lively Helena/ 
 A fair assembly; whither should they come? 
 
 Peter. 
 Up. 
 
 Romeo. 
 Whither? 
 
 Peter. 
 To supper; to our house. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Whose house? 
 My master's. 
 
 Peter. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before. 
 
 Peter. 
 
 Now I '11 tell you without asking; my master is the great 
 
 rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house of Montagues, 
 
 I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry! 
 
 [Exit C. to L. 
 Benvolio. 
 
 At this same ancient feast of Capulet's 
 Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov'st, 
 With all the admired beauties of Verona. 
 Go thither, and with unattainted eye 
 Compare her face with some that I shall show, 
 And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 When the devout religion of mine eye 
 Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; 
 One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Romeo. 
 Nay, that 's not so. 
 
 Mercutio 
 I mean, sir, in delay. 
 We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. 
 Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits 
 Five times in that ere once in our five wits. 
 
 Romeo. 
 And we mean well, in going to this mask; 
 But 'tis no wit to go. 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 Why, may one ask? 
 Romeo. 
 I dreamt a dream to-night. 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 And so did I. 
 Romeo. 
 Well, what was yours? 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 That dreamers often lie. 
 Romeo. 
 
 In bed asleep, while they do dream things true. 
 
 [Benvolio gets L. H, 
 
 Mercutio. 
 O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. 
 She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes 
 In shape no bigger than an agate-stone 
 On the fore-finger of an alderman, 
 Drawn with a team of little atomies 
 Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep; 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners' legs, 
 
 The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, 
 
 The traces of the smallest spider's web, 
 
 The collars of the moonshine's watery beams, 
 
 Her whip of cricket's bone; the lash of film; 
 
 Her waggoner a small grey-coated gnat, 
 
 Not half so big as a round little worm 
 
 Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; 
 
 Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut 
 
 Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, 
 
 Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. 
 
 And in this state she gallops night by night 
 
 Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; 
 
 O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight; 
 
 O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees; 
 
 O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream: 
 
 Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, 
 
 And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; 
 
 And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail 
 
 Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, 
 
 Then dreams he of another benefice. 
 
 Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, 
 
 And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, 
 
 Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, 
 
 Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon 
 
 Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, 
 
 And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two 
 
 And sleeps again. This is that very Mab 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 [^/jvj.] Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! 
 Thou talk'st of nothing. 
 
 \Servant speaks to Benvolio up C 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 True, I talk of dreams, 
 Which are the children of an idle brain, 
 Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, 
 Which is as thin of substance as the air, 
 And more inconstant than the wind. 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves; 
 Supper is done, and we shall come too late. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 I fear, too early; for my mind misgives 
 
 Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, 
 
 Shall bitterly begin his fearful date 
 
 With this night's revels: 
 
 But He that hath the steerage of my course 
 
 Direct my sail! — On, lusty gentlemen. 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 Strike, drum. 
 
 \_Exeunt C. to Z., followed by Servants and Musicians. 
 
 Scene III. — A room in Capulet's house. Sunday. Samp- 
 son, Peter and other Servants discovered. Enter 
 Gregory L. 2 E. 
 
 Gregory. 
 
 Where 's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He 
 shift a trencher! he scrape a trencher! 
 
 Peter. 
 
 When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's 
 hands, and they unwashed, too, 'tis a foul thing. 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Gregory. 
 
 Away with the joint stools, remove the court cupboard. 
 [Sampson and Servants do so off R. U. E.'j Look to 
 the plate. 
 
 Peter. 
 
 [ To Serving Man who is crossing from R. U. E.to L.I E. 
 
 Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou 
 
 lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. 
 
 Gregory. 
 [ Calling off R. and Z.] Antony and Potpan! 
 
 Serving Man. 
 [Entering L. U. E.~\ Ay, boy, ready. [Down C. 
 
 Gregory. 
 
 You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought 
 for, in the great chamber. [Crossing to L. and exit L. i E. 
 We cannot be here, and there, too. 
 
 [Exit L. I E. followed by other Servants. 
 
 Cheerly, boys; be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take 
 
 all. [Exit R. U. E. 
 
 [Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse L. i E. 
 
 Lady Capulet. 
 
 Nurse, where 's my daughter? Call her forth to me. 
 
 [Crosses to window R. I E. 
 Nurse. 
 
 I bade her come. — What, lamb! what, [Calling off L. I 
 
 E.] lady-bird!— 
 God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet! 
 
 [Calling upstairs R. 
 Juliet. 
 
 [From Garden L. U. E. within.'] How now! Who 
 calls? 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 [Lady Capulet turns from window. 
 Nurse. 
 
 Your mother. 
 Juliet. 
 
 [Entering R. U. £.] Madam, I am here. 
 
 What is your will? 
 
 Lady Capulet. 
 [Coming to Juliet.] This is the matter: Nurse, give 
 leave awhile. [Nurse turns away. 
 
 We must talk in secret. Nurse, come back again. 
 
 [Nurse returns. 
 I have remembered me, thou 's hear our counsel. 
 Thou know'st my daughter 's of a pretty age. 
 
 [Sitting on dais R, 
 Nurse. 
 Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour. 
 Lady Capulet. 
 She 's not sixteen. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 How long is it now 
 To Lammas-tide? 
 
 Lady Capulet. 
 
 A fortnight and odd days. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 Even or odd, of all days in the year, 
 Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be sixteen. 
 Susan and she — God rest all Christian souls! — 
 Were of an age. Well, Susan is with God; 
 She was too good for me: — but, as I said, 
 On Lammas-eve at night shall she be sixteen; 
 
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ROMEO «</ JULIET 
 
 'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years, 
 My lord and you were then at Mantua; 
 Nay, I do bear a brain — but, as I said 
 
 Lady Capulet. 
 Enough of this! I pray thee hold thy peace. 
 
 Nurse. 
 Peace, I have done! God mark thee to his grace! 
 Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd; 
 An I might live to see thee married once, 
 I have my wish. \_Moves away a little. 
 
 Lady Capulet. 
 Marry, that "marry" is the very theme 
 I came to talk of. — Tell me, daughter Juliet, 
 How stands your disposition to be married? 
 
 Juliet. 
 It is an honour that I dream not of. 
 
 Lady Capulet. 
 
 Well, think of marriage now; younger than you 
 Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, 
 Are made already mothers: by my count, 
 I was your mother much upon these years 
 That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief: 
 The valiant Paris seeks you for his love. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 [Down L. of Juliet.] A man, young lady! lady, such 
 
 a man, 
 As all the world — why, he 's a man of wax. 
 
 Lady Capulet. 
 Verona's summer hath not such a flower. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 Nay, he 's a flower; in faith, a very flower. 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Lady Capulet. 
 
 What say you ? can you love the gentleman ? 
 Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love ? 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 I '11 look to like, if looking liking move ; 
 But no more deep will I endart mine eye 
 Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. 
 
 [Enter Guests, L. U. E. Enter Capulet, 
 Paris and Guests, L. I E. 
 
 Capulet. 
 
 Welcome, gentlemen ! ladies that have their toes 
 
 Unplagu'd with corns will have a bout with you. — 
 
 Ah ha, my mistresses ! which of you all 
 
 Will now deny to dance ? she that makes dainty, 
 
 She, I '11 swear hath corns; am I come near ye now ? 
 
 [Enter Romeo, Mercutio and Benvolio L. 
 
 Welcome, gentlemen ! I have seen the day 
 
 That I have worn a visor, and could tell 
 
 A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, 
 
 Such as would please ; 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone. 
 
 You are welcome, gentlemen ! Come, musicians, play — 
 
 A hall, a hall ! give room ! and foot it, girls — 
 
 [Music plays; dance; Capulet upon dais beside 
 
 Lady Capulet. 
 
 More light, you knaves ! and turn the tables up ; 
 
 And quench the fire, the room has grown too hot. 
 
 [To Old Capulet.] Ah, sirrah, this unlooked-for sport 
 
 comes well. 
 
 [Old Capulet seated, rises to Capulet. 
 
 Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet ; 
 
 For you and I are past our dancing days ; 
 
 How long is 't now since last yourself and I 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Were in a mask ? 
 
 Old Capulet. 
 
 By 'r Lady, thirty years. 
 
 Capulet. 
 What, man ! 'tis not so much, 
 Come Pentecost as quickly as it will, 
 Some five and twenty years. 
 
 Old Capulet. 
 'Tis more, 'tis more. 
 
 [Capwlet and Old Capulet move up L. H. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 [Enter Serving Man L. i E. y crossing to R. To a Serving Man. 
 What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand 
 Of yonder knight ? 
 
 S e rv i n g Man. 
 J know not, sir. [Up to L. of C. and speaks to Lady Capulet. 
 Tybalt enters L. U. E. and passes, at back, to Lady Capulet. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright ! 
 It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night 
 Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear ; 
 Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear ! 
 The measure done, I '11 watch her place of stand, 
 And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. 
 Did my heart love till now ? Forswear it, sight! 
 For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. 
 
 [Old Capulet up with Capulet. 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Tybalt. 
 
 \Down L. C, followed by Servi?ig Man.~\ This, by his voice, 
 
 should be a Montague ; — 
 Fetch me my rapier, boy. ^Servant crosses and exit L. I E. 
 
 What, dares the slave 
 Come hither, covered with an antic face, 
 To fleer and scorn at our solemnity ? 
 Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, 
 To strike him dead I hold it not a sin. 
 
 Capulet. 
 
 \_Down L. 0/° Tybalt.] Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore 
 storm you so ? 
 
 Tybalt. 
 
 Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe, 
 A villain that is hither come in spite, 
 To scorn at our solemnity this night. 
 
 Capulet. 
 
 Young Romeo, is it ? 
 
 Tybalt. 
 
 'Tis he, that villain Romeo. 
 
 Capulet. 
 
 Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone : 
 He bears him like a portly gentleman ; 
 And, to say truth, Verona brags of him 
 To be a virtuous and well-govern' d youth. 
 I would not for the wealth of all the town 
 Here in my house do him disparagement ; 
 Therefore, be patient, take no note of him : 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 It is my will, the which if thou respect, 
 Show a fair presence and put off these frowns, 
 An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast. 
 
 Tybalt. 
 
 It fits, when such a villain is a guest ; 
 I '11 not endure him. 
 
 C A P U L E T. 
 He shall be endur'd : 
 What, goodman boy! I say, he shall : go to ; 
 Am I the master here, or you ? Go to. 
 
 Tybalt. 
 Why, uncle, 'tis a shame. 
 
 C A P U L E T. 
 
 Go to, go to ; 
 You are a saucy boy : — 
 
 Be quiet or — [Crosses to L. I E. and calls off.~\ More light, 
 more light — [Then returns to Tybalt. 
 
 For shame I '11 make you quiet. 
 
 — What ! [Crosses to C. as dance finishes.^ Cheerly, my 
 hearts! 
 
 Tybalt. 
 
 Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting 
 Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. 
 I will withdraw ; but this intrusion shall, 
 Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. 
 
 [Exit L. i E. Every one up stage, Juliet at window L. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 [L. of Juliet. To Juliet.] If I profane with my un- 
 worthiest hand 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this : 
 My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand 
 To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, 
 Which mannerly devotion shows in this ; 
 For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, 
 And palm to palm is holy palmer's kiss. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too r 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do ; 
 They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. [Kisses her. 
 Thus from my lips by thine my sin is purg'd. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 Then have my lips the sin that they have took. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Sin from my lips ? O trespass sweetly urg' d ! 
 Give me mv sin again. 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Juliet. 
 You kiss by the book. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 [Down L. C] Madam, your mother craves a word with you. 
 [Juliet crosses between Nurse and Romeo and up C. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 [ Stopping Nurse, who is about to follow Juliet.] What is her 
 
 mother ? 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 Marry, bachelor, 
 
 Her mother is the lady of the house, 
 
 And a good lady, and a wise; and a virtuous. 
 
 I nurs'd her daughter, that you talked withal ; 
 
 I tell you, he that can lay hold of her 
 
 Shall have the chinks. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Is she a Capulet ? [Nurse nods and up C. 
 O dear account ! my life is my foe's debt. 
 [Second dance begins. 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 [Down R. of Romeo.] Away, begone ; the sport is at the best. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Ay, so I fear ; the more is my unrest. [ Up stage with 
 Mercutio and Benvolio. 
 
 Capulet. 
 
 [Z. C. when dance over. 
 Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone ; 
 We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. 
 
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ROMEO an d JULIET 
 
 It is e'en so ? why, then I thank you all : 
 
 I thank you, honest gentlemen ; good night. 
 
 More torches here ! [Guests all exeunt.~\ Come on then, 
 
 let 's to bed. [L. U. E. 
 
 Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late 
 I '11 to my rest. 
 
 [Exit Lady Capulet, Old Capulet and Capulet, 
 L. i E. Lowe?- lights. Juliet and Nurse C, re- 
 enter Mercutio and Benvolio. Romeo dozvn L. H. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 Come hither, Nurse. What is yond gentleman ? 
 
 [Exit Benvolio L. U. E. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 [R. of her J^ The son and heir of old Tiberio. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 [R. C] What 's he that now is going out of door ? 
 
 \Exit Mercutio L. U. E. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 What ' s he that fellow there, that would not dance ? 
 
 [Exit Romeo L. U. E. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 I know not. 
 
 Juliet. 
 [C] Go ask his name. 
 
 [Nurse crosses in front. Exit L. U. E. 
 If he be married, 
 My grave is like to be my wedding bed. 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 [Re-enters and down L. C. 
 [Returns L. <?/* Juliet.] His name is Romeo, and a Montague, 
 The only son of your great enemy. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 [7?. C] My only love sprung from my only hate ! 
 Too early seen unknown, and known too late ! 
 Prodigious birth of love it is to me 
 That I must love a loathed enemy. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 [C. L.] What 's this ? What 's this ? 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 A rhyme I learn' d even now 
 Of one I danc'd withal. 
 
 [Lady Capulet calls Juliet within L. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 Anon, anon ! 
 Come let 's away ; the strangers all are gone. 
 [Juliet and Nurse C. Juliet up to stairs. Nurse stands C. 
 
 Scene IV. — Moonlight. Capulet' s Orchard (Same as Balcony 
 Scene*). Late Sunday night, or early Monday morning. 
 Enter Romeo R. U. E. to Gateway C. 
 
 B E N V O L I O. 
 
 [Outside. ~\ Romeo! Romeo! 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 \_At Gateway R. C] Can I go forward when my heart is 
 here ? 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. [He climbs 
 the wall, and leaps down within it L. C] 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 [Calls outside R. U. E.~\ Romeo! my cousin Romeo! 
 [Entering R. U. E. at gateway. 
 Romeo! 
 
 Mercutio. 
 [Entering R. U. E.~\ He is wise; 
 And, on my life, hath stol 'n him home to bed. 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall; 
 Call, good Mercutio. 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 Nay, I'll conjure too. — 
 Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover! 
 Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh ! 
 Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; 
 Cry but " Ay me!" pronounce but "love" and "dove;" 
 Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, 
 One nickname for her purblind son and heir! 
 He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not; 
 The ape is dead, and I must conjure him. 
 I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, 
 By her high forehead and her scarlet lip, 
 That in thy likeness thou appear to us! 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him, 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 This cannot anger him; my invocation 
 
 Is fair and honest and in his mistress' name 
 
 I conjure only but to raise up him. 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 Come, he hath hid himself among these trees, 
 To be consorted with the humorous night; 
 Blind is his love and best befits the dark. 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 Romeo, good night — I Ml to my truckly-bed; 
 This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep. 
 Come, shall we go ? 
 
 Benvolio. 
 Go, then; for 'tis in vain 
 To seek him here that means not to be found. Good night, 
 Romeo. [Exeunt R. U. E. 
 
 [ Re-enter Romeo, inside wall, L. C, 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 [Speaking after tbem.~\ He jests at scars that never felt a 
 
 wound — 
 
 [Light appears through curtains above at window L. 2. E. 
 
 But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks ? 
 
 It is the east and Juliet is the sun — 
 
 Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, 
 
 Who is already sick and pale with grief, 
 
 That thou her maid art far more fair than she. 
 
 [Juliet enters on balcony L. 
 It is my lady, O, it is my love! 
 
 O, that she knew she were! — 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 She speaks, yet she says nothing ; what of that ? 
 Her eye discourses ; I will answer it. 
 I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks. 
 Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, 
 Having some business, do entreat her eyes 
 To twinkle in their spheres till they return. 
 What if her eyes were there, they in her head ? 
 The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, 
 As daylight doth a lamp ; her eyes in heaven 
 Would through the airy region stream so bright 
 That birds would sing and think it were not night. 
 See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! 
 O, that I were a glove upon that hand, 
 That I might touch that cheek ! 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 Ay me ! 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 She speaks. — 
 O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art 
 
 As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, 
 
 As is a winged messenger of heaven 
 
 Unto the white-upturned w r ondering eyes 
 
 Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, 
 
 When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds 
 
 And sails upon the bosom of the air. 
 
 Juliet. 
 O Romeo, Romeo ! wherefore art thou Romeo ? 
 Deny thy father and refuse thy name ; 
 Or, if you wilt not, be but sworn my love, 
 And I '11 no longer be a Capulet. 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 \^Aside.~\ Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this ? 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy ; 
 Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. 
 What 's in a name ? that which we call a rose 
 By any other name would smell as sweet ; 
 So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, 
 Retain that dear perfection which he owes 
 Without that title. — Romeo, doff thy name, 
 And for that name, which is no part of thee, 
 Take all myself. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 \Advancing C] I take thee at thy word. 
 
 Juliet. 
 What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night 
 So stumblest on my counsel ? 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 By a name 
 I know not how to tell thee who I am. 
 My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, 
 Because it is an enemy to thee. 
 
 Juliet. 
 My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words 
 Of that tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound. — 
 Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague ? 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike. 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Juliet. 
 How cam' st thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? 
 The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, 
 And the place death, considering who thou art, 
 If any of my kinsmen find thee here. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, 
 For stony limits cannot hold love out ; 
 And what love can do, that dares love attempt, 
 Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 If they do see thee, they will murther thee. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye 
 
 Than twenty of their swords ; look thou but sweet, 
 
 And I am proof against their enmity. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 I would not for the world they saw thee here. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes ; 
 And but thou love me, let them find me here ; 
 My life were better ended by their hate, 
 Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 By whose direction founds' t thou out this place? 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 Romeo. 
 
 By love, that first did prompt me to inquire ; 
 
 He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. 
 
 I am no pilot ; yet, wert thou as far 
 
 As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea, 
 
 I would adventure for such merchandise. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 Thou know' st the mask of night is on my face, 
 
 Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek 
 
 For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. 
 
 Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny 
 
 What I have spoke ; but farewell compliment ! 
 
 Dost thou love me ? I know thou wilt say ay, 
 
 And I will take thy word ; yet, if thou swear' st 
 
 Thou mayst prove false ; at lovers' perjuries, 
 
 They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, 
 
 If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully : 
 
 Or if thou think' st I am too quickly won, 
 
 I '11 frown and be perverse and say thee nay, 
 
 So thou wilt woo ; ( Action for Romeo. ) but else, not for the world. 
 
 In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, 
 
 And therefore thou mayst think my 'haviour light ; 
 
 But trust me, gentleman, I '11 prove more true 
 
 Than those that have more cunning to be strange. 
 
 I should have been more strange, I must confess, 
 
 But that thou overheard' st, ere I was ware, 
 
 My true love's passion ; therefore pardon me, 
 
 And not impute this yielding to light love, 
 
 Which the dark night hath so discovered. 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear — 
 
 Juliet. 
 O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon, 
 That monthly changes in her circled orb, 
 Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 What shall I swear by ? 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 Do not swear at all ; 
 Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, 
 Which is the god of my idolatry, 
 And I '11 believe thee. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 If my heart's dear love— . 
 
 Juliet. 
 Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee, 
 I have no joy of this contract to-night ; 
 It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden, 
 Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be 
 Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night ! 
 This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, 
 May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. 
 Good night, good night ! as sweet repose and rest 
 Come to thy heart as that within my breast ! 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ? 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 Juliet. 
 
 What satisfaction canst thou have to-night ? 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 I gave thee mine before thou didst request it ; 
 And yet I would it were to give again. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Wouldst thou withdraw it ? for what purpose, love ? 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 But to be frank, and give it thee again, 
 
 And yet I wish but for the thing I have : 
 
 My bounty is as boundless as the sea, 
 
 My love as deep ; the more I give to thee, 
 
 The more I have, for both are infinite. 
 
 I hear some noise within ; dear love, adieu ! 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 {Within L. 2 E.] Madam ! 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 Anon, good nurse ! — Sweet Montague, be true. 
 
 Stay but a little, I will come again. {Exit. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard, 
 Being in night, all this is but a dream, 
 Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. 
 
 {Re-enter Juliet, above. 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 Juliet. 
 
 Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed. 
 
 If that thy bent of love be honourable, 
 
 Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, 
 
 By one that I '11 procure to come to thee, 
 
 Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite ; 
 
 And all my fortunes at thy feet I '11 lay, 
 
 And follow thee, my lord, throughout the world. 
 
 Nurse. 
 [Within.] Madam! 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 I come, anon. — But if thou mean'st not well, 
 
 I do beseech thee — 
 
 Nurse. 
 [Wit bin.] Madam! 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 By and by, I come. — 
 To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief ; 
 To-morrow will I send. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 So thrive my soul — ■ 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 A thousand times good night ! [Exit. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. — 
 
 Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books, 
 
 But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. 
 
 [Retiring slowly, L. U. E. 
 [Re-enter Juliet above. 
 
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\F or ward L.C. 
 
 Romeo ! 
 
 ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 Hist! Romeo, hist! — O, for a falconer's voice, 
 
 To lure this tassel-gentle back again ! — 
 
 Romeo! 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 [ Up C] It is my soul that calls upon my name ; 
 How silver sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, 
 Like softest music to attending ears. 
 
 Juliet. 
 Romeo. 
 
 My dear ? 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 At what o'clock to-morrow 
 Shall I send to thee ? 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 At the hour of nine. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 I will not fail ; 'tis twenty years till then. 
 I have forgot why I did call thee back. 
 
 * Romeo. 
 
 Let me stand here till thou remember it. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, 
 Remembering how I love thy company. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 And I '11 still stay, to have thee still forget, 
 
 Forgetting any other home but this. [Long pause. 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 'Tis almost morning ; I would have thee gone : 
 And yet no farther than a wanton's bird, 
 Who lets it hop a little from her hand, 
 Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, 
 And with a silk thread plucks it back again, 
 So loving-jealous of his liberty. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 I would I were thy bird. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 Sweet, so would I : 
 Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. 
 Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, 
 That I shall say good night till it be morrow. \Exit, above. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast ! 
 Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest ! 
 
 \_Kneeh to pick up rose. 
 
 END OF FIRST ACT. 
 
ACT II 
 
 Scene I. — Friar Laurence's Cell. Monday morning, about four. 
 Friar Laurence discovered at desk, reading. — A basket 
 near him. 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 nlHE grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning 
 night, 
 Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks ot 
 
 light ; 
 And flecked darkness iike a drunkard reels 
 From forth day's path and Titan's fiery 
 wheels ; 
 Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye, 
 The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry, 
 I must up-fill this osier cage of ours 
 With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers. 
 O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies 
 In herbs, plants, stones and their true qualities ; 
 For naught so vile that on the earth doth live, 
 But to the earth some special good doth give, 
 Nor aught so good, but, strain' d from that fair use, 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse ; 
 
 Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, 
 
 And vice sometime 's by action dignified. 
 
 Within the infant rind of this small flower 
 
 Poison hath residence, and medicine power ; 
 
 For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part, 
 
 Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. 
 
 Two such opposed kings encamp them still 
 
 In man as well as herbs, — grace and rude will ; 
 
 And where the worser is predominant, 
 
 Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. 
 
 [Enter Romeo, through door in partition. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 \KneeIing.~\ Good morrow, father. 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 [Turning to Romeo.] Benedicite ! 
 What early tongue so sweet saluteth me ? — 
 Young son, it argues a distemper' d head 
 So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed : 
 Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, 
 And where care lodges, sleep will never lie ; 
 But where unbruised youth with unstufF'd brain [Romeo rises. 
 Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign. 
 Therefore thy earliness doth me assure 
 Thou art up-rous'd by some distemperature ; 
 Or, if not so, then here I hit it right, 
 Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 The last is true ; the sweeter rest was mine. 
 
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ROM EO and JULIET 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 God pardon sin ! Wast thou with Rosaline ? 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 With Rosaline, my ghostly father ? No ; 
 
 I have forgot that name, and that name's woe. 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 That 's my good son ; but where hast thou been, then ? 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 I '11 tell thee ere thou ask it me again. 
 I have been feasting with mine enemy ; 
 Where on a sudden one hath wounded me, 
 That 's by me wounded ; both our remedies 
 Within thy help and holy physic lies. 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift ; 
 Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Then plainly know, my heart's dear love is set 
 On the fair daughter of rich Capulet ; 
 As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine ; 
 And all combin'd, save what thou must combine 
 By holy marriage. When and where and how 
 We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow, 
 I '11 tell thee as we pass ; but this I pray, 
 That thou consent to marry us to-day. 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here ! 
 Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear, 
 So soon forsaken ? Young men's love then lies 
 Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline. 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 I pray thee, chide not ; she whom I love now 
 Doth grace for grace and love for love allow ; 
 The other did not so. 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 O, she knew well, 
 Thy love did read by rote and could not spell. 
 But come, young waverer, come, go with me ; 
 In one respect I '11 thy assistant be ; 
 For this alliance may so happy prove, 
 To turn your households' rancour to pure love. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 O, let us hence ! I stand on sudden haste. \JLxit to other room. 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 Wisely and slow ; they stumble that run fast. [] Exeunt* 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Scene II. A Street. Monday Morning about 8. JO. 
 
 [Enter Benvolio and Mercutio, R. arch R. U. E. 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 Where the devil should this Romeo be ? 
 Came he not home to night ? 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 Not to his father's ; I spoke with his man. 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 Why, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline, 
 Torments him so that he will sure ran mad. 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, 
 Hath sent a letter to his father's house. 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 A challenge, on my life. 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 Romeo will answer it. 
 
 Mercutio. 
 Any man that can write may answer a letter. 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he dares, being 
 dared. 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 Alas, poor Romeo he is already dead ! stabbed with a white 
 wench's black eye ; shot through the ear with a love-song ; the 
 
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 very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-bov's butt-shaft : 
 and is he a man to encounter Tybalt ? 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
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 Why, what is Tybalt ? 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he 's the courage- 
 ous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song, 
 keeps time, distance and proportion ; rests me his minim rest, 
 one, two, and the third in your bosom : the very butcher of a 
 silk button, a duellist, a duellist ; a gentleman of the very first 
 house, of the first and second cause. Ah, the immortal passado ! 
 the punto reverse ! the hai ! 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 The what ? 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 The plague of such antic, lisping, affecting fantasticoes, these new 
 tuners of accents ! ' By Jesu, a very good blade ! a very tall man ! 
 A very fine wench.' Why, is not this a lamentable thing, grand- 
 sire, that we should be thus afflicted with these strange flies, these 
 fashion-mongers, these pardo?inez-moi' s ? O, their bons, their 
 tons ! 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 ^Looking off R. U. is.] Here comes Romeo, here comes 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 Without his roe, like a dried herring : O flesh, flesh, how art 
 
 thou fishified ! Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed 
 
 in : Laura to his lady was but a kitchen-wench ; marry, she had 
 
 a better love to be-rhyme her ; Dido a dowdy ; Cleopatra a 
 
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 gipsy ; Helen and Hero, hildings and harlots- ; Thisbe a grey 
 eye or so, but not to the purpose. — 
 
 [Enter Romeo R. U. E. through arch. 
 Signior Romeo, bon jour$» there 's a French salutation for you. 
 You gave us the counterfeit Fairly last night. 
 
 Rom eo. 
 
 Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you I 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 The slip, sir, the slip. Can you not conceive ? 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great ; and in such a 
 case as mine a man may strain courtesy. 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 A sail, a sail ! [Looking off R. 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 Two, two ; a shirt and a smock. 
 
 \_Enter Peter and Nurse R. 2 E. 
 
 Peter ! 
 
 Anon ! 
 
 Nurse. 
 Peter. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 My fan, Peter. [Peter gives fan to Nurse. 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 Good Peter, to hide her face, for her fan 's the fairer of the two. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 God ye good morrow, gentlemen. 
 
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 Mercutio. 
 
 [Crossing to Nurse.] God ye good den, fair gentlewoman. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 Gentlemen, can any one of you tell me where I may find the 
 
 young Romeo ? 
 
 [Mercutio and Benvolio laugh. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 You say well. [Peter sits on steps of church. ~\ If you be he, 
 sir, I desire some confidence with you. 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 She will indite him to some supper. 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 So ho! [Catches Romeo's eye."] Romeo, will you come to 
 your father's ? We '11 to dinner, thither. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 I will follow you. 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 Farewell, ancient lady ; farewell, [Singing. 
 
 ' Lady, lady, lady.' 
 
 [Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio, R. 2 E. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 Marry, farewell! — I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was 
 this, that was so full of his ropery ? 
 
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 Romeo. 
 
 A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will 
 speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 Scurvy knave ! I am none of his flirt-gills ; I am none of his 
 skains-mates. \Sees Peter ; goes up to him and hits him with 
 fan.~\ And thou must stand by, too, and suffer every knave to 
 use me at his pleasure ? 
 
 Peter. 
 
 I saw no man use you at his pleasure ; if I had, my weapon 
 should quickly have been out, I warrant you. I dare draw as 
 soon as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the 
 law on my side. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 Scurvy knave ! — Pray you, sir, a word : and as I told you, 
 my young lady bade me inquire you out ; what she bade me say, 
 I will keep to myself : but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead 
 her into a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of 
 behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman is young, and there- 
 fore if you should deal double with her, truly it were an ill thing 
 to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto 
 thee — 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much. Lord, Lord, 
 she will be a joyful woman. [Going toward R. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 What wilt thou tell her, nurse ? Thou dost not mark me. 
 
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 Nurse. 
 
 I will tell her, sir, that you do protest ; which, as I take it, is 
 a gentlemanlike offer. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Bid her devise 
 Some means to come to shrift this afternoon ; 
 And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell 
 Be shriv'd and married. Here is for thy pains. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 No, truly, sir ; not a penny. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Go to ; I say you shall. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 This afternoon, sir ? Well, she shall be there. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 And stay, good nurse ; behind the abbey wall 
 Within this hour my man shall be with thee, 
 And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair ; 
 Which to the high top-gallant of my joy 
 Must be my convoy in the secret night. 
 Farewell ; be trusty, and I '11 quit thy pains ; 
 Farewell ; commend me to thy mistress. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 Now God in heaven bless thee ! 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Commend me to thy lady. 
 
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 Nurse. 
 
 Ay, a thousand times — [Exit Romeo, L. 2 E.~\ Peter ! 
 [Pokes him with cane. 
 
 Peter. 
 
 Anon ! 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 [Giving fan to bim.~] Before and apace. 
 
 [Exeunt , R. 2 E. 
 
 Scene III. Capulet's Garden. Monday morning. Juliet dis- 
 covered ', C, looking off L. I E. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse ; 
 
 In half an hour she promised to return. 
 
 Perchance she cannot meet him ; that 's not so. 
 
 O, she is lame ! love's heralds should be thoughts, 
 
 Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams 
 
 Driving back shadows over louring hills ; 
 
 Therefore do nimble-pinion' d doves draw love, 
 
 And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. 
 
 Now is the sun upon the highmost hill 
 
 Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve 
 
 Is three long hours, yet she is not come. 
 
 Had she affections and warm, youthful blood, 
 
 She would be as swift in motion as a ball ; 
 
 My words would bandy her to my sweet love, 
 
 And his to me : 
 
 But old folks, many feign as they were dead ; 
 
 Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead. [About to sit R. C. 
 
 [Enter Nurse and Peter L. I E. 
 O God, she comes ! — O honey nurse, what news ? 
 Hast thou met with him ? Send thy man away. 
 
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 Nurse. 
 
 Peter, stay at the gate. \_Exit Pkter, L. i E. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 Now, good sweet nurse, — O Lord, why look'st thou sad ? 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 I am a-weary ; give me leave a while. 
 
 Fie, how my bones ache ! What a jaunt have I had ! 
 
 [Sits R. C. 
 Juliet. 
 
 I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news. 
 
 Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ; good, good nurse, speak. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 Jesu, what haste ! Can you not stay awhile ? 
 Do you not see that I am out of breath ? 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath 
 
 To say to me that thou art out of breath ? 
 
 The excuse that thou dost make in this delay 
 
 Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse. 
 
 Is thy news good or bad ? Answer to that ; 
 
 Say either, and I '11 stay the circumstance : 
 
 Let me be satisfied, is 't good or bad ? 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 Well, you have made a simple choice ; you know not how to 
 choose a man. Romeo ! No, not he ; though his face be better 
 than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's ; and as for a hand, 
 and a foot, and a body, though they be not to be talked on, yet 
 they are past compare; he is not the flower of courtesy, but I '11 
 
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 warrant him as gentle as a lamb. Go thy ways, wench ; serve 
 God.— What, have you dined at home ? 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 No, no ; but all this did I know before. 
 What savs he of our marriage ? what of that ? 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 Lord, how my head aches ! What a head have I ! 
 
 It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. 
 
 My back o' t' other side, — O, my back, my back ! 
 
 Beshrew your heart for sending me about, 
 
 To catch my death with jaunting up and down ! 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 P faith, I am sorry that thou art not well. 
 
 Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love ? 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a courteous, and 
 a kind, and a handsome, and, I warrant, a virtuous, — Where is 
 your mother ? 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 Where is my mother ! Why, she is within ; 
 Where should she be ? How oddly thou repliest ! 
 ' Your love says, like an honest gentleman, 
 Where is your mother ? ' 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 O God's lady dear! 
 Are you so hot ? Marry, come up, I trow ; 
 Is this the poultice for my aching bones ? 
 Henceforward do your messages yourself. 
 
 [Nurse rises and goes up C, as if going. 
 
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 Juliet. 
 
 Here 's such a coil! — come, what says Romeo ? [Nurse returns. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day ? 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 I have. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell ; 
 
 There stays a husband to make you a wife. 
 
 Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, 
 
 They '11 be in scarlet straight at any news. 
 
 Go; I '11 to dinner; hie you to the cell. 
 
 [Juliet crosses to L. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 Hie to high fortune ! — Honest nurse, \_Kisses her.~\ farewell. 
 [Nurse goes up C. Exit Juliet L. i E. 
 
 END OF SECOND ACT. 
 
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ACT III 
 
 Scene I. Friar Laurence's cell. Monaay — about noon. Enter 
 Romeo and Friar Laurence L. C. 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 O SMILE the heavens upon this hoi}'' act 
 That after-hours with sorrow chide us not ! 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Amen, amen ! but come what sorrow can, 
 It cannot countervail the exchange of joy 
 That one short minute gives me in her sight. 
 
 Do thou but close our hands with holy words, 
 
 Then love-devouring death do what he dare, 
 
 It is enough I may but call her mine. 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 These violent delights have violent ends, 
 
 And in their triumphs die, like fire and powder, 
 
 Which as they kiss consume : 
 
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 Therefore, love moderately ; long love doth so ; 
 Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. 
 
 [Enter Juliet C. L. 
 
 Here comes the lady. [Triar goes to her and leads her into cell. 
 
 O, so light a foot 
 Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint ! 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 Good even to my ghostly confessor. 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. 
 
 Juliet. 
 As much to him, else is his thanks too much. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy 
 Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more 
 To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath 
 This neighbor air, and let rich music's tongue 
 Unfold the imagin'd happiness that both 
 Receive in either by this dear encounter. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, 
 
 Brags of his substance, not of ornament. 
 
 They are but beggars that can count their worth ; 
 
 But my true love is grown to such excess 
 
 I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth. 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 [Down R. //.] Come, come with me, and we will make short 
 
 work ; 
 
 For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone [Opens door R. i E. 
 
 Till holy church incorporate two in one. 
 
 [Exeunt R. i E. 
 
 Scene II. — A Public Place. Monday; the early afternoon. 
 Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page, Lords and Servants, 
 L. U. E. 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 I pray thee, good Mercutio, let 's retire : 
 
 The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, 
 
 And if we meet we shall not 'scape a brawl ; 
 
 For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 Thou art like one of those fellows that when he enters the 
 confines of a tavern claps me his sword upon the table, and says 
 • God send me no need of thee ! ' and by the operation of the 
 second cup draws him on the drawer when indeed there is no need. 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 [Hotly.'] Am I like such a fellow ? 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in 
 Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be 
 moved. 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 And what to ? 
 
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 M E R C U T I O. 
 
 Nay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for 
 one would kill the other. Thou ! Why, thou wilt quarrel with 
 a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less in his beard than thou 
 hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no 
 other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes. Thou hast 
 quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath 
 wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not 
 fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter ? 
 with another, for trying his new shoes with old riband ? and yet 
 thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling ! 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy 
 the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter. 
 
 Mercutio. 
 The fee-simple ! O simple ! 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 [Looking off R.I By my head, here come the Capulets. 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 By my heel, I care not. 
 
 [Enter Tybalt, three Lords, three Servants and others, 
 
 R. U. E. 
 
 Tybalt. 
 
 Follow me close, for I will speak to them. — 
 
 Gentlemen, good den ; a word with one of you. 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 And but one word with one of us ? Comple it with some- 
 thing ; make it a word and a blow. 
 
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 Tybalt. 
 
 You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you will give me 
 occasion. 
 
 Mercutio. 
 Could you not take some occasion without giving ? 
 
 Tybalt. 
 Mercutio, thou consort' st with Romeo, — 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 Consort ! What, dost thou make us minstrels ? an thou make 
 minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords: here's my 
 fiddlestick ; here 's that shall make you dance. 'Zounds, con- 
 sort ! 
 
 B E N V O L I O. 
 
 [Between them.~] We talk here in the public haunt of men, 
 Either withdraw unto some private place, 
 Or reason coldly of your grievances, 
 Or else depart ; here all eyes gaze on us. 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze ; 
 I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. 
 
 Tybalt. 
 
 Well, peace be with you, sir ; here comes my man. 
 [Enter Romeo, R. i E. 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 But I '11 be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery. 
 [Goes up te Benvolio. 
 
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 Tybalt. 
 
 Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford 
 
 No better term than this, — thou art a villain. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee 
 Doth much excuse the appertaining rage 
 To such a greeting. Villain am I none ; 
 Therefore, farewell ; I see thou know'st me not. 
 
 [Crosses and goes up to Mercutio and Benvolio. 
 
 Tybalt. 
 Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries 
 That thou hast done me ; therefore, turn and draw. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 I do protest, I never injur* d thee, 
 
 But love thee better than thou canst devise, 
 
 Till thou shalt know the reason of my love ; 
 
 And so, good Capulet, — which name I tender 
 
 As dearly as mine own, — be satisfied. [Exit L. 2 E. 
 
 Mercutio. 
 O calm, dishonorable, vile submission ! 
 
 [Tybalt and his partisans , laughing derisively, are moving away 
 R. C. 
 
 Alia stoccata carries it away. [He draws. 
 
 Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk ? 
 
 Tybalt. 
 
 What would thou have with me ? [Returning down R. C. 
 
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 Mercutio. 
 
 Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives, that I 
 mean to make bold withal. Will you pluck your sword out of 
 its pilcher by the ears ? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears 
 ere it be out. 
 
 Tybalt. 
 [Drawing."] I am for you. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 [Re-entering L. 2 E.~\ Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. 
 
 Mercutio. 
 Come, sir, your passado. [They fight. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Draw, Benvolio ; beat down their weapons. 
 Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage. 
 Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath 
 Forbid this bandying in Verona streets. 
 
 Hold, Tybalt ! Good Mercutio ! [Tybalt stabs Mercutio. 
 [Exeunt Tybalt and his partisans, R. U. E. 
 
 Mercutio. 
 [Romeo and Benvolio catch him. ,] I am hurt. 
 A plague o' both your houses ! I am sped. 
 Is he gone, and hath nothing ? 
 
 Benvolio. 
 
 What, art thou hurt ? 
 
 Mercutio. 
 
 Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch ; marry, 'tis enough. — 
 Where is my page ? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. 
 [Exit Page R. U. E. 
 
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 Romeo. 
 
 Courage, man ; the hurt cannot be much. 
 
 M E R C UT I O. 
 
 No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door ; 
 but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : I am peppered, I warrant, for this 
 world. — A plague o' both your houses ! — 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, 
 a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death ! a braggart, a rogue, a 
 villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic! — Whv the devil 
 came you between us ? I was hurt under your arm. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 I thought all for the best. 
 
 Mercutio. 
 Help me into some house, Benvolio, 
 Or I shall faint. — A plague of both your houses ! 
 They have made worms' meat of me. I have it, 
 And soundly too ; ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me 
 a grave man : Your houses ! 
 
 [Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio, L. 2 E. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 This gentleman, the prince's near ally, 
 My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt 
 In my behalf; my reputation stain' d 
 With Tybalt's slander, — Tybalt, that an hour 
 Hath been my cousin ! — O sweet Juliet, 
 Thy beauty hath made me efFeminate, 
 And in my temper soften' d valour's steel ! 
 [Re-enter Benvolio. 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 B E N VO LI O. 
 
 O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead ! 
 
 [Looking off R. C. 
 Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. 
 
 [Re-enter Tybalt. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Alive, in triumph ! and Mercutio slain ! 
 
 [Picks up Mercutio's sword. 
 Now, Tybalt, take the « villain ' back again 
 That late thou gavest me, for Mercutio's soul 
 Is but a little way above our heads. 
 Staying for thine to keep him company ; 
 Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him. 
 
 Tybalt. 
 
 Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here, 
 
 Shalt with him hence. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 This shall determine that. 
 
 [They fight. Tybalt falls. Bell. Murmurs within. 
 
 Ben v ol i o. 
 
 Romeo, away, be gone ! 
 
 The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain, 
 
 Stand not amaz'd ; the prince will doom thee death, 
 
 If thou art taken. Hence, be gone, away ! 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 [Up C] O, I am fortune's fool ! 
 
 [Exit Romeo and Benvolio, L. U. E. Enter officer, 
 guards and servants of Prince, citizens, etc. 
 
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 Scene III. — Friar Laurence's Cell. Monday afternoon. Romeo 
 discovered. Enter Friar Laurence, who locks iron gates. 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 Romeo ! 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 [In chair , R. C] Father, what news ? What is the prince's 
 doom ? 
 
 What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, 
 That I yet know not ? 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 Too familiar 
 Is my dear son with such sour company ; 
 I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 What less than doomsday is the prince's doom ? 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 A gentler judgment vanished from his lips, 
 Not body's death, but body's banishment. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 [Rises. "\ Ha, banishment ! be merciful, say death ; 
 
 For exile hath more terror in his look, 
 
 Much more than death ; do not say banishment. 
 
 * 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 Hence from Verona art thou banished. 
 Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. 
 
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 Romeo. 
 
 There is no world without Verona walls, 
 But purgatory, torture, hell itself. 
 Hence banished is banish' d from the world, 
 And world's exile is death : then banished 
 Is death mis-term' d ; calling death banishment 
 Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe, 
 And smil'st upon the stroke that murthers me. 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 O deadly sin ! O rude unthankfulness ! 
 Thy fault our law calls death ; but the kind prince, 
 Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law, 
 And turn'd that black word death to banishment. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 'Tis torture and not mercy ! Heaven is here 
 
 Where Juliet lives ; and every cat and dog 
 
 And little mouse, every unworthy thing, 
 
 Live here in heaven and may look on her, 
 
 But Romeo may not. 
 
 Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife. 
 
 No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, 
 
 But « banished ' to kill me ? — Banished ! 
 
 O friar, the damned use that word in hell : 
 
 Howling attends it : how hast thou the heart, 
 
 Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, 
 
 A sin-absolver, and my friend profess' d, 
 
 To mangle me with that word « banished ? ' 
 
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 Friar Laurence. 
 
 Theu fond mad man, hear me but speak a word. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. \In chair R, C. 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 I '11 give thee armor to keep off that word ; 
 Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy. 
 To comfort thee, though thou art banished. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 [^//^.] Yet ■ banished ! ' Hang up philosophy ! 
 Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, 
 Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom, 
 It helps not, it prevails not ; talk no more. 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 . Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel. 
 Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, 
 An hour but married, Tybalt murthered, 
 Doting like me and like me banished, 
 Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair, 
 And fall upon the ground, as I do now, [Falls R. C. 
 
 Taking the measure of an unmade grave. 
 
 [Knocking within. Nurse at gate L. C. 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 Arise ; one knocks ; good Romeo, hide thyself. 
 
 [Knocking. 
 
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 Hark, how they knock ! — Who ' s there ? — Romeo, arise ; 
 
 Thou wilt be taken. — Stay awhile ! — Stand up ! 
 
 {Knock. 
 By and by ! — God's will. 
 
 What simpleness is this ! — 
 
 {Knocking. 
 I come, I come. 
 
 Who knocks so hard ? Whence come you ? What 's your 
 
 will ? 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 \JVitbin.~\ Let me come in, and you shall know my errand ; 
 
 I come from Lady Juliet. 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 Welcome, then. 
 \_Enter Nurse. 
 
 Nurse. 
 O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar, 
 Where is my lady's lord, where *s Romeo ? 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. 
 
 Nurse. 
 O, he is even in my mistress' case, 
 Just in her case ! Stand up, my lord ! 
 For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Spak'st thou of Juliet ? How is it with her ? 
 
 N U R SE . 
 O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps ; 
 
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 And now falls on her bed ; and then starts up, 
 And Tybalt calls ; and then on Romeo cries, 
 And then down falls again. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 As if that name, 
 
 Shot from the deadly level of a gun, 
 
 Did murther her ; — O, tell me, friar, tell me, 
 
 In what vile part of this anatomy 
 
 Doth my name lodge ? Tell me, that I may sack 
 
 The hateful mansion. 
 
 \_Dr awing his dagger, on knees, R. C. 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 [" Seizing bis hand.~\ Hold thy desperate hand ! 
 Art thou a man ? thy form cries out thou art ; 
 Thy tears are womanish ; thy wild acts denote 
 The unreasonable fury of a beast ; 
 Thou hast amaz'd me ; by my holy order, 
 I thought thy disposition better temper* d. 
 Hast thou slain Tybalt ? wilt thou slay thyself? 
 And slay thy lady too, that lives in thee, 
 By doing damned hate upon thyself? 
 What, rouse thee, man ! thy Juliet is alive, 
 There art thou happy; Tybalt would kill thee, 
 But thou slew' st Tybalt ; there art thou happy too ; 
 The law that threaten' d death becomes thy friend 
 And turns it to exile ; there art thou happy. 
 A pack of blessings lights upon thy back, 
 Happiness courts thee in her best array ; 
 But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench, 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Thou pout' st upon thy fortune and thy love ; 
 
 Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. 
 
 Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed ; 
 
 But look thou, stay not till the watch be set, 
 
 For then thou canst not pass to Mantua ; 
 
 Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time 
 
 To blame your marriage, reconcile your friends, 
 
 Be*g pardon of the prince, and call thee back 
 
 With twenty hundred thousand times more joy 
 
 Than thou went'st forth in lamentation. [Romeo rises. 
 
 Go before, nurse ; commend me to thy lady. 
 
 Romeo is coming. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night 
 To hear good counsel ; O what learning is ! 
 My lord, I '11 tell my lady you will come. 
 
 Romeo, 
 
 Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir ; 
 Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. 
 
 [Exit. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 How well my comfort is reviv'd by this ! 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 Go hence ; good night ; and here stands all you state : 
 
 Either be gone before the watch be set, 
 
 Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence. 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Sojourn in Mantua ; I '11 find out your man, 
 
 And he shall signify from time to time 
 
 Every good hap to you that chances here. 
 
 Give me thy hand ; 'tis late ; farewell ; good night. 
 
 Rom eo. 
 
 But what a joy past joy calls out on me, 
 
 It were a grief, so brief to part with thee. 
 
 Farewell. \Exit Romeo L. C. 
 
 END OF THIRD ACT. 
 
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 ACT IV 
 
 Scene I. Juliet* s chamber. Tuesday — early morning. Romeo 
 and Juliet discovered, seated on couch, C. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 ILT thou be gone ? It is not yet near day : 
 It was the nightingale, and not the lark, 
 That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear ; 
 Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate-tree. 
 Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 It was the lark, the herald of the morn, 
 
 No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks 
 
 Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. 
 
 Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day 
 
 Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. 
 
 I must be gone and live, or stay and die. 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Juliet. 
 Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I : 
 It is some meteor that the sun exhales, 
 To be to thee this night a torch-bearer, 
 And light thee on thy way to Mantua. 
 Therefore stay yet ; thou need'st not to begone. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death, 
 I am content ; so thou wilt have it so. 
 I '11 say yon gray is not the morning's eye, 
 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow ; 
 Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat 
 The vaulty heavens so high above our heads. 
 I have more care to stay than will to go ; 
 Come, death, and welcome ! Juliet wills it so. 
 How is 't, my soul ? Let 's talk ; it is not day. 
 
 J UL I E T. 
 [Rises and crosses to window , R. i E., opening on balcony. 
 
 It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away ! 
 
 It is the lark that sings so out of tune, XReturm to end of couch. 
 
 Straining harsh discords and unpleasant sharps. 
 
 Some say the lark makes sweet division ; 
 
 This doth not so, for she divideth us. 
 
 Some say the lark and loathed toad changed eyes ; 
 
 O, now I would they had changed voices too ! 
 
 Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, 
 
 Hunting thee hence with hunts-up to the day, 
 
 O, now be gone ; more light and light it grows. [Moving to R. 
 
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 Romeo. 
 
 More light and light : more dark and dark our woes! [Rises, 
 [Enter Nurse L. U. E. 
 
 Nurse. 
 Madam ! 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 [Starts.'] Nurse ? 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 Your lady mother is coming to your chamber, 
 The day is broke ; be wary, look about. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 [Looks at Romeo, goes to window, R., and opens //.] Then, 
 window, let day in, and let life out. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Farewell, farewell ! One kiss, and I'll descend. [About to go. 
 
 Juliet. 
 Art thou gone so ? [Romeo returns. 
 
 My lord, my love, my friend! 
 
 I must hear from thee every day in the hour, 
 
 For in a minute there are many days. 
 
 O, by this count I shall be much in years 
 
 Ere I again behold my Romeo ! 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Farewell ! 
 
 I will omit no opportunity 
 
 That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. 
 
 Juliet. 
 O, think' st thou we shall ever meet again ? 
 
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 Romeo. 
 
 I doubt it not ; and all these woes shall serve 
 For sweet discourses in our time to come. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 [Draws azvay.~\ O God, I have an ill-divining soul. 
 Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. 
 
 Rom eo. 
 
 And trust me, love, in my eye so do you. [She kisses him. 
 
 Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu ! [Exit. 
 
 Lady Capulet. 
 
 [Within, L. I E.~\ Ho, daughter ! are you up ? 
 
 J U L I E T. 
 
 [At window. ,] Who is 't that calls ? Is it my lady mother ? 
 Is she not down so late, or up so early ? 
 
 What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither ? [Opens door, 
 [Enter Lady Capulet, L. 
 
 Lady Capulet. 
 Why, how now, Juliet ! 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 Madam, I am not well. 
 
 Lady Capulet. 
 
 Evermore weeping for your cousin's death ? 
 What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears ? 
 And if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live ; 
 Therefore have done s some grief shows much of love, 
 
 [Sits on couch, C, 
 But much of grief shows still some want of wit. 
 
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 Juliet. 
 
 [Z. of table L. C."\ Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. 
 
 Lady Capulet. 
 
 Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death 
 As that the villian lives which slaughter' d him. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 What villain, madam ? 
 
 Lady Capulet. 
 
 That same villain, Romeo. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 Villain and he be many miles asunder. 
 
 God pardon him ! I do, with all my heart ; 
 
 And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart. 
 
 Lady Capulet. 
 
 That is because the traitor murderer lives. 
 But now I tell you joyful tidings, girl. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 And joy comes well in such a needy time. 
 What are they, I beseech your ladyship ? 
 
 Lady Capulet. 
 
 Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child ; 
 
 One who, to put thee from thy heaviness, 
 
 Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy 
 
 That thou expect* st not, nor I look'd not for 
 
 Early next Thursday morn, 
 
 The gallant, young and noble gentleman, 
 
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 The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church, 
 Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. 
 
 [Juliet crosses to window R. 
 
 Juliet. 
 Now by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too 
 He shall not make me there a joyful bride. 
 
 [Lady Capulet rises. 
 I wonder at this haste ; that I must wed 
 Ere he that should be husband comes to woo. 
 I pray you tell my lord and father, Madam, 
 I will not marry yet. 
 
 Lady Capulet. 
 
 Here comes your father ; [Looking off L. 
 
 [Enter Capulet and Nurse, L. 
 Tell him so yourself, 
 And see how he will take it at your hands. 
 
 Capulet. 
 How now, a conduit, girl ? what ; still in tears ? 
 Evermore showering ? — How now, wife 
 Have you deliver' d to her our decree? 
 
 Lady Capulet. 
 
 Ay, sir ; but she will none, she gives you thanks. 
 I would the fool were married to her grave. 
 
 [Crosses to L. back of couch. Nurse moves to C. above her, 
 
 Capulet. 
 
 Soft ! take me with you, take me with you, wife. 
 How ! will she none ? doth she not give us thanks ! 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Is she not proud ? doth she not count her blest, 
 Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought 
 So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom ? 
 
 [Lady Capulet L. of table, sits, 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 Not proud you have, but thankful that you have ; 
 
 Proud can I never be of what I hate ; 
 
 But thankful even for hate that is meant love. 
 
 Capulet. 
 How now, how now, chop-logic ! What is this ? 
 « Proud * and * I thank you ' and ' I thank you not,' 
 And yet ' not proud ; ' mistress minion, you, 
 Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, 
 But fettle your fine joints * gainst Thursday next, 
 To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church, 
 Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. 
 
 J U LI ET. 
 
 Good father, I beseech you on my knees, 
 Hear me with patience but to speak a word. 
 
 Capulet. 
 
 Hang thee, young baggage ! disobedient wretch ! 
 
 I tell thee what : get thee to church o* Thursday, 
 
 Or never after look me in the face. 
 
 Speak not, reply not, do not answer me ; 
 
 My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest 
 
 That God had lent us but this only child ; 
 
 But now I see this one is one too much, 
 
 And that we have a curse in having her ; 
 
 Out on her hilding ! [Crosses to R. and up C. 
 
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 Nurse. 
 \Meeting him.~\ God in heaven bless her ! 
 
 You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. 
 
 C A PU L ET. 
 
 And why, my lady wisdom ? hold your tongue, [ Up stage C. 
 Good prudence ; smatter with your gossips, go. \Down C. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 I speak no treason. 
 
 C A P U L E T. 
 
 O, God ye — god-den ! 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 May not one speak ? 
 
 Capulet. 
 Peace, you mumbling fool ! 
 \Crosses to Lady Capulet, back of table, L. C. 
 
 Lady Capulet. 
 [.#//<?/.] You are too hot. 
 
 Capulet. 
 
 God's bread ! it makes me mad: [ Cr osses back to R. H. 
 
 Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play, 
 
 Alone, in company, still my care hath been 
 
 To have her matched ; and having now provided 
 
 A gentleman of noble parentage, 
 
 Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train' d, 
 
 Proportion' d as one's thoughts would wish a man, — 
 
 And then to have a wretched puling fool, 
 
 A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, 
 
 To answer 'I '11 not wed, I cannot love, 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 I am too young ; I pray you pardon me ? ' 
 
 But, an you will not wed, I '11 pardon you ; 
 
 Graze where you will, you shall not house with me : 
 
 Look to 't, think on 't, I do not use to jest, [Moves to L. 
 
 An you be mine, I '11 give you to my friend ; 
 
 An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets, 
 
 For, by my soul, I '11 ne'er acknowledge thee. [Exit L. i E. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 [C] Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, 
 That sees into the bottom of my grief? 
 
 [Lady Capulet moves to L., as if to follow Capulet. 
 O, sweet my mother, cast me not away ! 
 Delay this marriage for a month, a week ; 
 Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed 
 In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. 
 
 [Nurse comes slowly down R. C. 
 
 Lady Capulet. 
 Talk not to me, for I '11 not speak a word ; 
 Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. [Exit. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 [Sinking down.~\ O God ! [Nurse goes to her.] O nurse, 
 how shall this be prevented ? 
 
 Comfort me, counsel me. [Nurse helps her to couch. 
 
 Alack, alack, that heaven should practice strategems 
 
 Upon so soft a subject as myself ! 
 
 What say' st thou ? hast thou not a word of joy ? 
 
 Some comfort, nurse. 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 Faith, here 't is. Romeo 
 Is banish' d, and all the world to nothing 
 That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you ; 
 Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth. 
 Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, 
 I think it best you married with the County. 
 Oh, he's a gallant gentleman. 
 Romeo 's a dish-clout to him; an eagle, madam, 
 Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye 
 As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart, 
 I think you are happy in this second match, 
 For it excels your first ; or if it did not 
 Your first is dead, or 'twere as good he were. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 [Seated on couch. ~\ Speakest thou from thy heart? 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 [Standing R. of her. "\ And from my soul too ; 
 Or else beshrew them both. 
 
 Juliet. 
 Amen ! 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 What ? 
 
 Juliet. 
 Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much, 
 
 [Nurse goes towards her. Juliet draws back ; then 
 goes to R. H. 
 Go in, and tell my lady I am gone, 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Having displeased my father, to Laurence's cell, 
 To make confession and to be absolved. 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 Marry, I will ; and this is wisely done. [Exit L. 
 
 J U L I E T. 
 
 [R. C.l O most wicked fiend ! 
 
 Is it more sin to wish me thus foresworn, 
 Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue 
 Which she hath prais'd him with above compare 
 So many thousand times ? Go, counsellor ; 
 Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain 
 I Ml to the friar, to know his remedy : 
 
 [Goes up C. back of table ; takes up dagger. 
 If all else fail, myself have power to die. [Exit L. 
 
 Scene II. — Friar Laurence's Cell. Tuesday morning. Friar 
 Laurence and Paris discovered. Friar Laurence seated 
 R. C. ; Paris standing C. 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 On Thursday, sir ? the time is very short. 
 
 Paris. 
 
 My father Capulet will have it so ; 
 
 And I am nothing slow to slack his haste. 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 You say you do not know the lady's mind. 
 Uneven is the course, I like it not. 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 Paris. 
 
 Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, 
 And therefore have I little talk'd of love ; 
 For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. 
 Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous 
 That she doth give her sorrow so much sway, 
 And in his wisdom hastes our marriage, 
 To stop the inundation of her tears. 
 Now do you know the reason of this haste. 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 [Aside.] I would I knew not why it should be slow'd. 
 
 [Enter Juliet through gate, L. C. Friar Laurence 
 sees her and rises, 
 
 Pa.ri s. 
 
 [Turns, on Friar Laurence's action, and sees her.] Happily 
 met, my lady and my wife. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. 
 
 Paris. 
 
 That may be, must be, love, on Thursday next. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 What must be shall be. 
 
 Paris. 
 
 Come you to make confession to this father ? 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 To answer that I should confess to you. 
 
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 Paris. 
 
 Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 The tears have got small victory by that ; 
 For it was bad enough before their spite. 
 
 Paris. 
 
 Thy face is mine and thou hast slandered it. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 It may be so, for it is not mine own. 
 Are you at leisure, holy father, now, 
 Or shall I come to you at evening mass ? 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now. 
 My lord, we must entreat the time alone. 
 
 Paris. 
 
 [Juliet crosses to R. Paris goes to her L. 
 God shield I should disturb devotion ! 
 Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye : 
 Till then, adieu, and keep this holy kiss. 
 
 [Exit through gate L. C. 
 
 [Friar Laurence comes to Juliet to support her. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 O, shut the door ! [R. up to chair.'] and when thou hast 
 done so, 
 
 Come weep with me ; past hope, past cure, past help ! 
 [In chair R. C. 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 \Having closed door, returns to Juliet. 
 Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief. 
 
 Juliet. 
 Tell me not, Friar, that thou hear'st of this, 
 Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it : 
 If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help, 
 Do thou but call my resolution wise, 
 And with this knife I '11 help it presently. 
 God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; 
 And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd, 
 Shall be the label to another deed, 
 Or my true heart with treacherous revolt 
 Turn to another, this shall slay them both ; 
 Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time, 
 Give me some present counsel ; or, behold, 
 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife 
 Shall play the umpire. 
 Be not so long to speak ; I long to die, 
 If what thou speak* st speak not of remedy. 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 Hold, daughter S I do spy a kind of hope, 
 Which craves as desperate an execution 
 As that is desperate which we would prevent. 
 If, rather than to marry County Paris, 
 Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself, 
 Then is it likely thou wilt undertake 
 A thing like death to chide away this shame ; 
 And, if thou dar'st, I '11 give thee remedy. 
 
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 Juliet. 
 
 O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, 
 
 From off the battlements of yonder tower ; 
 
 Or bid me go into a new-made grave 
 
 And hide me with a dead man in his shroud ; 
 
 Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble ; 
 
 And I will do it without fear or doubt, 
 
 To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 Hold, then ; go home, be merry, give consent 
 To marry Paris. \_Getting vial from cabinet at upper end uf 
 desk. Down L. ^Juliet.] Wednesday is to-morrow ; 
 To-morrow night look that thou lie alone ; 
 Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber. 
 Take out this vial, being then in bed, 
 And this distilled liquor drink thou off; 
 When presently through all thy veins shall run 
 A cold and drowsy humor, for no pulse 
 Shall keep his native progress, but surcease. 
 No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest ; 
 And in this borrowed likeness of shrunk death 
 Thou shalt continue two and forty hours, 
 And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. 
 Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes 
 To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead : 
 Then, as the manner of our country is, 
 In thy best robes uncover' d on the bier 
 Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault 
 Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie. 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 In the meantime, against thou shalt awake, 
 Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift, 
 And hither shall he come ; and he and I 
 Will watch thy waking, and that very night 
 Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. 
 And this shall free thee from this present shame, 
 If no inconstant toy nor womanish fear 
 Abate thy valour in the acting it. 
 
 Juliet. 
 [^/V^j - .] Give me, give me ! O, tell me not of fear ! 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 Hold ; get you gone, be trong and prosperous 
 In this resolve : I Ml send a friar with speed 
 To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. 
 
 Juliet. 
 Love give me strength ! and strength shall help afford. 
 Farewell, dear father ! 
 
 ^Crosses to him and exit through gate L. C. 
 
 Scene III. — Tuesday evening. Nurse and Capulet discovered, 
 followed by Lady Capulet, who enters L. 
 
 Capulet. 
 
 What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence ? 
 
 Nurse. 
 
 Ay, forsooth. 
 
 Capulet. 
 
 Well, he may chance to do some good on her ; 
 A peevish, self- will' d simpleness it is. 
 
 [Lady Capulet seated L. C. 
 
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 N U RSE. 
 See ! here she comes from shrift, with merry look. 
 [Enter Juliet, L. I E. t bows to Lady Capulet, goes to ber 
 father ; low courtsey. 
 
 Capulet. 
 How, now, my headstrong ! Where have you been gadding ? 
 
 Juliet. 
 Where I have learned me to repent the sin 
 Of disobedient opposition 
 To you and your behests, and am enjoin' d 
 By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here, 
 And beg your pardon. Pardon J beseech you ! 
 Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you. 
 
 Capulet. 
 [To Lady Capulet, who rises.'] Send for the County ; go tell 
 
 him of this. 
 I Ml have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. 
 Now, afore God ! this reverend holy friar, 
 All our whole city is much bound to him. 
 
 Juliet. 
 [To Nurse, R. of her, .] Nurse, will you go with me into 
 
 my closet, 
 To help me sort such needful ornaments 
 As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow I 
 
 Lady Capulet. 
 No, not till Thursday ; there is time enough. 
 
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 C A P U L E T. 
 Go, rairse, go with her ; we '11 to church to-morrow. 
 
 [Exeunt Nurse and Juliet, L. 
 
 Lady Capulet. 
 
 We shall be short in our provision ; 
 *Tis now near night. 
 
 Capulet. 
 [Near door, L. I -£".] Tush, I will stir about, 
 And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife. 
 Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her ; 
 I '11 not to bed to-night ; let me alone. 
 
 I '11 play the housewife for this once. [Exeunt L. i E. 
 
 [Re-enter Juliet and Nurse, C. from L. 
 
 Juliet. 
 [Down R. C.I Ay, those attires are best ; but, gentle nurse, 
 I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night ; 
 
 [Nurse closes curtains of 'window , R. 
 For I have need of many orisons 
 To move the heavens to smile upon my state, 
 Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin. 
 
 [Re-enter Lady Capulet, L, i E. 
 
 Lady Capulet. 
 What, are you busy, ho ? Need you my help ? 
 
 Juliet. 
 No, madam ; we have cull'd such necessaries 
 As are behoveful for our state to-morrow ; 
 So please you, let me now be left alone, 
 
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ROMEO and JULIET 
 
 And let the nurse this night sit up with you ; 
 For, I am sure, you have your hands full all 
 In this so sudden business. 
 
 Lady Capulet. 
 
 [Goes to Juliet, C, giving her a cold kiss on ber forehead. 
 
 Good night ; 
 Get thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need. 
 
 [Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse, L. i E. 
 
 Juliet. 
 [C] Farewell ! God knows when we shall meet again. 
 I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, 
 That almost freezes up the heat of life ; 
 
 I Ml call them back again to comfort me. [Going to door. 
 
 Nurse ! — What should she do here ? 
 My dismal scene I needs must act alone. — 
 Come, vial. [To table, L. C. 
 
 What if this mixture do not work at all ? 
 Shall I be married, then, to-morrow morning ? 
 No, no ! This shall forbid it. — Lie thou there. 
 
 [Laying down a dagger on table. 
 What if it be a poison, which the friar 
 Subtly hath minister' d to have me dead, 
 Lest in this marriage he should be dishonor' d, 
 Because he married me before to Romeo ? 
 I fear it is ; and yet, methinks, it should not, 
 For he hath still been tried a holy man. 
 How if, when I am laid into the tomb, 
 I wake before the time that Romeo 
 Come to redeem me ? There 's a fearful point ! 
 
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 Shall I not then be stifled in the vault, 
 
 To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, 
 
 And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ? 
 
 Or, if I live, is it not very like, 
 
 The horrible conceit of death and night, 
 
 Together with the terror of the place, 
 
 Where for these many hundred years the bones 
 
 Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd ; 
 
 Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, 
 
 Lies festering in his shroud ; where, as they say. 
 
 At some hours in the night spirits resort ; — 
 
 Alack, alack, is it not like that I, 
 
 So early waking, what with loathsome smells 
 
 And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth, 
 
 That living mortals hearing them run mad. 
 
 O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught, 
 
 Environed with all these hideous fears, 
 
 And madly play with my forefathers' joints ; 
 
 And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud ; 
 
 And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone, 
 
 As with a club, dash out my desperate brains ? 
 
 O, look ! methinks I see my cousin's ghost 
 
 Seeking out Romeo; — Stay, Tybalt, stay ! — 
 
 [Goes to window , R> 
 Romeo, I come ! This do I drink to thee. 
 
 [She falls on the stage y C. 
 
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ACT V 
 
 Scene I. — Mantua. A Street. Door L. F. Wednesday 
 Evening. Stone seat R. C. 
 
 [Enter Romeo R. i E. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 F I MAY trust the flattering truth of sleep, 
 My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. 
 My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne ; 
 And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit 
 Lifts me above the ground with cheerful 
 
 thoughts. 
 I dreamt my lady came and found me dead, 
 
 And breath' d such life with kisses in my lips, 
 
 That I reviv'd, and was an emperor. 
 
 Ah me ! how sweet is love itself possess' d, 
 
 When but love's shadows are so rich in jov ! 
 
 News from Verona ! [Enter Balthasar, L. i E. 
 
 How now, Balthasar ! 
 
 Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar ? 
 
 How doth my lady ? Is my father well ? 
 
 How fares my Juliet ? that I ask again ; 
 
 For nothing can be ill, if she be well. 
 
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 Balthasar. 
 
 Then she is well, and nothing can be ill ; 
 Her body sleeps in Capels' monument, 
 And her immortal part with angels lives. 
 I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault, 
 And presently took post to tell it you. 
 O, pardon me for bringing these ill news, 
 Since you did leave it for my office, sir. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Is it e'en so ? then I defy you, stars ! — 
 
 Thou know' st my lodging ; get me ink and paper, 
 
 And hire post-horses ; I will hence to-night. 
 
 Balthasar. 
 
 I do beseech you, sir, have patience ; 
 
 Your looks are pale and wild, and do import 
 
 Some misadventure. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Tush, thou art deceiv'd. 
 Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do. 
 
 [Balthasar starts to go R. I E. 
 Hast thou no letters to me from the friar ? 
 
 Balthasar. 
 
 No, my good lord. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 No matter ; get thee gone, 
 And hire those horses ; I '11 be with thee straight. 
 
 \Exit Balthasar R. i E. 
 Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. 
 
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 Let 's see for means. O mischief, thou art swift 
 
 To enter in the thoughts of desperate men ! 
 
 I do remember an apothecary, — 
 
 And hereabouts he dwells, — which late I noted 
 
 In tatter' d weeds, with overwhelming brows, 
 
 Culling of simples ; meagre were his looks, 
 
 Sharp misery had worn him to the bones ; 
 
 Noting this penury, to myself I said, 
 
 An if a man did need a poison now, 
 
 Whose sale is present death in Mantua, 
 
 Here lives a catifF wretch would sell it him. 
 
 O, this same thought did but forerun my need, 
 
 And this same needy man must sell it me ! 
 
 As I remember, this should be the house. 
 
 Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut. 
 
 What, ho ! apothecary ? [Knocks at door. 
 
 Apothecary. 
 
 [In doorway. ] Who calls so loud ? 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Come hither, man. [Enter Apothecary.] I see that thou art 
 poor: 
 
 Hold, there is forty ducats ; let me have 
 A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear 
 As will disperse itself through all the veins 
 That the life-weary taker may fall dead. 
 
 Apothecary. 
 
 Such mortal drugs I have ; but Mantua's law 
 Is death to any he that utters them. 
 
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 Romeo. 
 
 Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness, 
 And fear' st to die ? famine is in thy cheeks ; 
 Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes ; 
 Contempt and beggary hang upon thy back. 
 The world is not thy friend, nor the world' s law ; 
 The world affords no law to make thee rich ; 
 Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. 
 
 Apothecary. 
 
 My poverty, but not my will, consents. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 I pay thy poverty and not thy will. 
 
 [Apothecary exit and re-enters* 
 
 Apothecary. 
 
 Put this in any liquid thing you will, 
 
 And drink it off; and, if you had the strength 
 
 Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, 
 
 Doing more murthers in this loathsome world, 
 
 Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell : 
 
 I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. 
 
 [Apothecary moves away. 
 
 Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh. 
 
 [Exit Apothecary. 
 
 Come, cordial and not poison, go with me 
 
 To Juliet's grave ; for there must I use thee. 
 
 [Exit R* J & 
 
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 Scene II. — A Churchyard ; in it a tomb belonging to the Capu- 
 lets. Wednesday near midnight, 
 [Enter Friar Laurence R. i E., goes toward tomb, L. C. 
 
 Friar John. 
 
 \_WithinJ\ Holy Franciscan friar ! brother, ho ! 
 
 [Friar Laurence stops and turns. 
 [Enter Friar John R. i E. 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 This same should be the voice of Friar John. 
 Welcome from Mantua ; what says Romeo ? 
 Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. 
 
 Friar John. 
 
 Going to find a bare-foot brother out, 
 One of our order, to associate me, 
 Here in this city visiting the sick, 
 And finding him, — the searchers of the town, 
 Suspecting that we both were in a house 
 Where the infectious pestilence did reign, 
 SeaPd up the doors, and would not let us forth ; 
 So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd. 
 
 Friar Laurence, 
 Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo ? 
 
 Friar John. 
 
 I could not send it, — here it is again, — 
 Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, 
 So fearful were they of infection. 
 
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 Friar Laurence. 
 
 Unhappy fortune ! by my brotherhood, 
 
 The letter was not nice, but full of charge 
 
 Of dear import, and the neglecting it 
 
 May do much danger. Friar John, go hence ; 
 
 Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight 
 
 Unto my cell. 
 
 Friar John. 
 
 Brother, I '11 go and bring it thee. [Exit R. I E. 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 
 Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake. 
 
 She will beshrew me much that Romeo 
 
 Hath had no notice of these accidents. 
 
 But I will write again to Mantua, 
 
 And keep her at my cell till Romeo come : 
 
 Poor living corpse, closed in a dead man's tomb ! 
 
 [Exit R. i E. 
 
 [Enter Paris, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch, 
 
 L. i E. 
 
 Paris. 
 
 Give me thy torch, boy; hence, and stand aloof: 
 
 Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. 
 
 Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along, [Pointing off R. 
 
 Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground ; 
 
 So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread, 
 
 Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves, 
 
 But thou shalt hear it : whistle then to me, 
 
 As signal that thou hear'st something approach. 
 
 Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go. 
 
 [Takes flowers and turns to tomb, 
 
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 Page. 
 
 [Crosses to R. y then pauses. Aside. ~\ 1 am almost afraid to 
 stand alone 
 
 Here in the churchyard ; yet I will adventure. [Exit R. I E. 
 
 Paris. 
 
 [Before tomb.~\ Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed 1 
 strew. 
 
 O woe ! thy canopy is dust and stones. 
 The obsequies that I for thee will keep 
 Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. 
 
 [The Page whistles R. 
 The boy gives warning something doth approach. 
 What cursed foot wanders this way to-night ? 
 
 [Retires L. i E. 
 [Enter Romeo, and Balthasar with a torch, mattock, 
 etc., R. i E. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Give me the wrenching iron. 
 
 Hold, take this letter ; early in the morning 
 
 See thou deliver it to my lord and father. 
 
 Upon thy life, I charge thee, 
 
 Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, 
 
 And do not interrupt me in my course. 
 
 Why I descend into this bed of death 
 
 Is partly to behold my lady's face, 
 
 But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger 
 
 A precious ring, a ring that I must use 
 
 In dear employment. Therefore hence, be gone. 
 
 But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry 
 
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 In what I farther shall intend to do, 
 
 By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint 
 
 And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs. 
 
 Balthasar. 
 
 I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that : 
 
 [Gives him a purse. 
 live and be prosperous ; and farewell, good fellow. 
 
 [Turns away. 
 
 Balthasar. 
 [Aside.] For all this same I '11 hide me here about. 
 His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [Exit R. i E. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 [Forcing open tomb.~\ Thou detestable maw, thou womb of 
 death, 
 
 Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth, 
 
 Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, 
 
 And in despite I '11 cram thee with more food. [Opens tomb. 
 
 Paris. 
 
 [Enters L. I E. Advancing."] Stop thy unhallow'd. toil, vile 
 Montague ! 
 
 Can vengeance be pursued further than death ? 
 Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee : 
 Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 I must indeed, and therefore came I hither. 
 Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man ; 
 
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 Fly hence and leave me : I beseech thee, youth, 
 
 Put not another sin upon my head, 
 
 By urging me to fury ; O, be gone ! 
 
 By heaven, I love thee better than myself, 
 
 For I come hither arm'd against myself. 
 
 Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say, 
 
 A madman's mercy bade thee run away. 
 
 Paris. 
 
 I do defy thy conjurations, 
 
 And apprehend thee for a felon here ! 
 
 \_Advancing and seizing him, 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 Wilt thou provoke me ? then have at thee, boy ! 
 
 [They fight with daggers. Romeo stabs Paris, 
 
 Paris. 
 
 O, I am slain ! \Falls.~\ If thou be merciful, 
 Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 [Back of Paris.] In faith, I will. — Let me peruse this face. 
 
 Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris ! 
 
 One writ with me in sour misfortune's book I 
 
 What said my man when my betossed soul 
 
 Did not attend him as we rode ? I think 
 
 He told me Paris should have married Juliet. 
 
 Said he not so ? Or did I dream it so ? 
 
 O, give me thy hand ! 
 
 I '11 bury thee in a triumphant grave.- 
 
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 Scene III. — Interior of the tomb. Juliet lying on the bier, C. 
 Romeo discovered, bearing Paris' s body. Places it up L. 
 C, then goes to C, back of bier. 
 
 Romeo. 
 
 O my love ! my wife ! 
 Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath 
 Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : 
 Thou art not conquer' d ; beauty's ensign yet 
 Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, 
 And death's pale flag is not advanced there. 
 
 Ah, dear Juliet, 
 Why art thou so fair ? — O, here, 
 Will I set up my everlasting rest, 
 And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars 
 From this world-wearied flesh. — Eyes, look your last ! 
 Arms, take your last embrace ? and, lips, O you 
 The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss 
 A dateless bargain to engrossing death ! 
 Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide ! 
 
 \_Comes in front of bier. 
 Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on 
 The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark ! 
 Here *s to my love ! [Drinks.] O true apothecary ! 
 Thy drugs are quick. — Thus with a kiss I die. [Dies. 
 [Enter Friar. Laurence, down steps L. H. y carrying a lantern. 
 
 Friar Laurence. 
 Saint Francis be my speed ! how oft to-night 
 Have my old feet stumbled at graves ! — Who 's there? 
 
 [Crosses to C. 
 
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 Romeo ! O, pale ! Who else ? What, Paris, too ? [Goes up L. C. 
 
 And steep'd in blood ? Ah, what an unkind hour 
 
 Is guilty of this lamentable chance ! 
 
 [ Places lantern on stage by Paris, and returns to Juliet. 
 
 The lady stirs. 
 
 [Juliet wakes. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 comfortable friar ! Where is my lord ? 
 
 1 do remember well where I should be, 
 
 [ Sitting up.~\ And there I am. Where is my Romeo ? 
 
 Friar La u r e n c e . 
 [L. of Juliet.] I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest 
 Of death, contagion and unnatural sbep; 
 A greater power than we can contradict 
 Hath twarted our intents. Come, come away. 
 Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead ; 
 
 [ Points to Romeo in front of bier. 
 And Paris too. Come, I Ml dispose of thee 
 Among a sisterhood of holy nuns : 
 Stay not to question, for the watch is coming ; 
 
 [Starts towards arcb L. 2 E. 
 Come, go, good Juliet. [Returns to ber.~\ I dare no longer stay. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. 
 
 [Exit Friar Laurence up stairs D. H. 
 [Juliet kisses Romeo.] Thy lips are warm. 
 
 [Murmurs, then words , heard within. 
 
 Watch. 
 
 [Within. ~\ Lead, boy ; which way? 
 
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 Balthasar. 
 
 \ Within. ~\ This is the place — there, where the torch doth burn. 
 
 Juliet. 
 
 Yea, noise ? then I Ml be brief. O happy dagger ! 
 
 [Snatching Romeo's dagger. 
 This is thy sheath. [Stabs herself. ~\ There rust, and let me die. 
 
 [Falls on Romeo's body and dies. 
 [Friar Laurence enters L. 2 and stands in archway. 
 
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