As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea, JUL. Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, And therefore thou may'st think my 'haviour light: ROм. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow, inconstant moon, That monthy changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. JUL. I come, anon:-but, if thou mean'st not well, I do beseech thee,[NURSE. [Within.] Madam! By and by, I come:To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief: To-morrow will I send. JUL. ROM. So thrive my soul,JUL. A thousand times good night! [Exit. ROM. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.Love goes toward love, as school-boys from their books; But love from love, toward school, with heavy looks. [Retiring slowly. Re-enter JULIET, above. SCENE III.-Friar Laurence's Cell. Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; JUL. Hist! Romeo, hist !-O, for a falconer's voice, With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers. The earth, that 's nature's mother, is her tomb; In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities; ROM. Would'st thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? JUL. But to be frank, and give it thee again. [Nurse calls within. I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu! Anon, good nurse.-Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little, I will come again. [Exit. Ŕом. 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. By the hour of nine. ROM. Let me stand here till thou remember it. JUL. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, Remembering how I love thy company. ROM. And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this. JUL. 'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone : And yet, no farther than a wanton's bird; JUL. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, So loving-jealous of his liberty. indeed. If that thy bent of love be honourable, Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, ROM. I would, I were thy bird. JUL. But to the earth some special good .doth give; Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; And vice sometime's by action digni Within the infant rind of this weak Poison hath residence, and medicine For this, being smelt, with that part Being tasted, slays all senses with the Two such opposed kings encamp them In man as well as herbs,-grace, and And, where the worser is predomi Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. Benedicite! What early tongue so sweet saluteth Young son, it argues a distemper'd So soon to bid good morrow to thy Care keeps his watch in every old And where care lodges, sleep will never lie: But where unbruised youth with un Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign: Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night. ROM. That last is true, the sweeter rest was mine. I have forgot that name, and that name's woe. ROM. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me agen. I have been feasting with mine enemy; I bear no hatred, blessed man; for, lo, FRI. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; Sweet, so would I: Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. [Exit. ROM. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! ROM. 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'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, That thou consent to marry us to-day. FRI. Holy saint Francis! what a change is here! So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies, Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! If e'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine, BEN. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he dares, being dared. MER. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! BEN. Why, what is Tybalt? BEN. The what? And art thou chang'd? pronounce this sentence then-reverso! the hay!- Not in a grave, To lay one in, another out to have. now, Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow; FRI. MER. The pox of such antick, lisping, affecting fantasticoes; these new tuners of accent!- By Jesu, a very good blade!-a very tall man!-a very good whore!-Why, is not this a lamentable thing, grand sire, that we should be thus afflicted with these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these pardonnezmoys, who stand so much on the new form, that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench? O, their bons, their bons! O, she knew well, fast. SCENE IV.-A Street. BEN. Not to his father's; I spoke with his man. Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. Hath sent a letter to his father's house. MER. A challenge, on my life. BEN. Romeo will answer it. MER. Any man, that can write, may answer a letter. ROM. Pink, for flower? ROM. Why, then is my pump well flower'd. MER. Sure wit: follow me this jest now, till thou hast worn out thy pump; that, when the single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain, after the wearing, solely-singular. ROM. O single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness! MER. Come between us, good Benvolio; my wit faints. ROM. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match. MER. Nay, if our wits run the wild-goose chase, I am done; for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of thy wits, than, I am sure, I have in my whole five. Was I with you there for the goose? ROM. Thou wast never with me for any thing, when thou wast not there for the goose. MER. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. ROM. And is it not well served in to a sweet goose? MER. O, here's a wit of cheverel, that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad! ROM. I stretch it out for that word-broad: which added to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose. MER. Why, is not this better now, than groaning for love? now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo, now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: for this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole. BEN. Stop there, stop there. MER. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair. BEN. Thou would'st else have made thy tale large. MER. O, thou art deceived, I would have made it short: for I was come to the whole depth of my tale, and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer. ROM. Here's goodly geer! Enter Nurse and PETER. MER. A sail, a sail! a sail! BEN. Two, two; a shirt, and a smock. NURSE. Peter! PETER. Anon? NURSE. My fan, Peter. MER. Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the fairer face. NURSE. God ye good morrow, gentlemen. MER. God ye good den, fair gentlewoman. NURSE. Is it good den? MER. 'Tis no less, I tell you; for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon. NURSE. Out upon you! what a man are you? ROм. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made, for himself to mar. NURSE. By my troth, it is well said;-for himself to mar, quoth'a!-Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo? ROM. I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when you have found him, than he was when you sought him: I am the youngest of that name, for "fault of a worse. NURSE. You say well. MER. Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith; wisely, wisely. NURSE. If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you. BEN. She will indite him to some supper. MER. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho! BEN. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo. MER. Without his roe, like a dried herring :-0 flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified !-now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura, to his lady, was a kitchen-wench;-marry, she had a better love to be-rhyme her: Dido, a dowdy; Cleopatra, a gipsy; Helen and Hero, hildings and harlots; Thisbé, a grey eye or so, but not to the purpose.-Signior pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent. Romeo, bon jour! there's a French salutation to your French slop; you gave us the counterfeit fairly last night. ROM. Good morrow to you both; what counterfeit did I give you? MER. The slip, sir, the slip; can you not con ceive? ROм. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was MER. That's as much as to say-such a case as MER. Thou hast most kindly hit it. MER. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy. MER. No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten ROM. 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. An 'a speak any thing against me, I'll take him down an 'a were lustier than he is, and twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am none of his skains-mates :-And thou must stand by too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure. PET. 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. Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave!-pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bid me inquire you out; what she bid 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 behaviour, as they say: for the gentlewoman is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly, it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing. ROM. 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. ROM. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me. NURSE. I will tell her, sir,-that you do protest; which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer. ROM. 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. ROM. Go to; I say, you shall. NURSE. This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there. ROм. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbeywall: 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 ll quit thy pains: NURSE. Now God in heaven bless thee !-hark ROM. What say'st thou, my dear nurse? NURSE. Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say Two may keep counsel, putting one away? ROM. I warrant thee; my man's as true as steel. ROM. Commend me to thy lady. NURSE. Before, and apace. SCENE V.-Capulet's Garden. Enter JULIET. [Exit. My words would bandy her to my sweet love, But old folks, many feign as they were dead; Enter Nurse and PETER. O God, she comes!-O honey nurse, what news? Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; NURSE. I am aweary, give me leave awhile; news: Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good nurse, To say to me-that thou art out of breath? And, I warrant, a virtuous :-where is your mother? NURSE. O, God's lady dear! JUL. Here's such a coil ;-come, what says Romeo? NURSE. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence' There stays a husband to make you a wife: JUL. Hie to high fortune !-honest nurse, farewell. [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-Friar Laurence's Cell. Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance: Let me be satisfied, is 't good or bad? NURSE. Well, you have made a simple choice; FRI. So smile the heavens upon this holy act, [Exeunt. you know not how to choose a man: Romeo! no, That after-hours with sorrow chide us not! not he; though his face be better than any man's, yet ROм. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, his leg excels all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy and a body, though they be not to be talk'd on, yet That one short minute gives me in her sight: they are past compare: he is not the flower of Do thou but close our hands with holy words, courtesy, but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Then love-devouring death do what he dare; Go thy ways, wench; serve God:-what, have you It is enough I may but call her mine. JUL. The clock struck nine, when I did send the dined at home? nurse: In half an hour she promis'd to return. Of this day's journey; and from nine till twelve JUL. No, no: but all this did I know before; have I ? It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. JUL. I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well: NURSE. Your love says like an honest gentleman, FRI. These violent delights have violent ends, Enter JULIET. Here comes the lady:-O, so light a foot JUL. Good even to my ghostly confessor. FRI. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants. MER. Thou art like one of these fellows, that, when MER. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue, JUL. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, ACT III. SCENE I.-A Public Place. MER. And but one word with one of us? couple it MER. Could you not take some occasion without TYB. Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,MER. 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, consort! BEN. We talk here in the public haunt of men : MER. 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; what eye, but such an eye, would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of meat; and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg, for quarrelling. 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 tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling! BEN. 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. MER. The fee-simple? O simple! BEN. By my head, here come the Capulets. MER. By my heel, I care not. Enter TYBALT and others. Or reason coldly of your grievances, I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. TYB. Romeo, the love I bear thee, can afford MER. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! TYB. Follow me close, for I will speak to them.-A la stoccata carries it away.Gentlemen, good den; a word with one of you. Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? [Draws. MER. [Exeunt TYBALT and his partizans. A plague o' both the houses!-I am sped :- What, art thou hurt? enough ; Where is my page?-go, villain, fetch a surgeon. ROM. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. MER. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve: ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. 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!-Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm. ROM. I thought all for the best. MER. Help me into some house, Benvolio, Or I shall faint: a plague o' both your houses! They have made worm's meat of me; I have it, and soundly too:-your houses! [Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO. ROM. 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. BEN. O Romeo, Romeo! brave Mercutio's dead; That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. ROM. This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end. Re-enter TYBALT. BEN. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. BEN. There lies that Tybalt. Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd night, When I, thy three-hours' wife, have mangled it ?— Up, sir, go with me; Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die, I charge thee in the prince's name, obey. Enter PRINCE, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, PRIN. Where are the vile beginners of this fray? LA. CAP. Tybalt, my cousin!-O my brother's O prince! O cousin! husband! O the blood is spill'd Take him and cut him out in little stars, To an impatient child, that hath new robes, But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin ? Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy. All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then? Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds: Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death cords, PRIN. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? Romeo that spoke him fair, bid him bethink With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,— Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats NURSE. Ay, ay, the cords. JUL. Ah me! what news! hands? he's dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone !— Was woe enough, if it had ended there: In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.- JUL. What devil art thou, that dost torment me Will you go to them? I will bring you thither. thus? Hold, friends! friends, part! and, swifter than his This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell. tongue, His agile arm beats down their fatal points, LA. CAP. He is a kinsman to the Montague, PRIN. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; His fault concludes but, what the law should end, PRIN. And, for that offence, Immediately we do exíle him hence: I have an interest in your hates' proceeding, I will be deaf to pleading and excuses; Nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase out abuses, [Exeunt. SCENE II-A Room in Capulet's House. JUL. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Come, night! come, Romeo! come, thou day in night! Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but I, God save the mark !-here on his manly breast: To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty! JUL. What storm is this, that blows so contrary? NURSE. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; blood? NURSE. It did, it did; alas the day; it did. NURSE. JUL. O, what a beast was I to chide at him! JUL. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? JUL. Wash they his wounds with tears; mine shall When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. He made you for a highway to my bed; NURSE. Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo Is my dear son with such sour company : FRI. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips, ROM. Ha! banishment? be merciful, say-death: FRI. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! ROM. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, |