Exit

Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. 1855Take up those cords: poor ropes, you are beguiled, Both you and I; for Romeo is exiled: He made you for a highway to my bed; But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. Come, cords, come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed; 1860And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead! Nurse. Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo To comfort you: I wot well where he is. Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night: I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell. 1865 Juliet. O, find him! give this ring to my true knight, And bid him come to take his last farewell.

Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend

And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I 1690Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain. And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly. This is the truth, or let Benvolio die. Lady Capulet. He is a kinsman to the Montague; Affection makes him false; he speaks not true: 1695Some twenty of them fought in this black strife, And all those twenty could but kill one life. I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give; Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.

Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?

Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child! O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is s

There lies that Tybalt. First Citizen. Up, sir, go with me;

shall determine

O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead! That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds, 1625Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. Romeo. This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end. Benvolio. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. Romeo. Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain! 1630Away to heaven, respective lenity,

here comes my man.

Benvolio. We talk here in the public haunt of men: Either withdraw unto some private place, And reason coldly of your grievances, Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. 1550 Mercutio. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze; I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.

a word and a blow.

fee-simple

Nay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other.

No, no: but all this did I know before. What says he of our marriage? what of that?

God's lady dear! Are you so hot? marry, come up, I trow; 1440Is this the poultice for my aching bones? Henceforward do your messages yourself. Juliet. Here's such a coil! come, what says Romeo? Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? Juliet. I have. 1445

shrift

Come, come with me, and we will make short work; For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone 1495Till holy church incorporate two in one.

Exeunt

Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not 1415how 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 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, 1420but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home?

And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall: 1340Within 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: 1345Farewell; commend me to thy mistress.

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 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 1320a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behavior, 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.

Exit

O, she knew well Thy love did read by rote and could not spell. 1150But come, young waverer, come, go with me, In one respect I'll thy assistant be; For this alliance may so happy prove, To turn your households' rancour to pure love.

Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! 1130How much salt water thrown away in waste, To season love, that of it doth not taste!

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 combined, save what thou must combine 1120By 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.

feasting with mine enemy

Therefore thy earliness doth me assure Thou art up-roused by some distemperature; 1100Or if not so, then here I hit it right, Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.

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

Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice, To lure this tassel-gentle back again! 1020Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, And make her airy tong

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'll procure to come to thee, Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite; 1000And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay And follow thee my lord throughout the world.

all this is but a dream

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,

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 unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be 970Ere 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!

Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops

She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it.

Enter ROMEO

conjure

thy centre

kinsmen

white-upturned

caetera

Queen Mab

while they do dream things true.

vain

I am not for this ambling

crow-keeper

hoodwink'd

To beautify him, only lacks a cover

Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,

wax

A man, young lady! lady, such a man 460As 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.

broke her brow

tetchy

On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen; That shall she, marry; I remember it well. 'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years; And she was wean'd,—I never shall forget it

Lammas-tide

And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four

Among fresh female buds shall you this night Inherit at my house;

bound

Exeunt

Dian's

A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.

What, shall I groan and tell thee?

What is it else? a madness most discreet, 220A choking gall and a preserving sweet. Farewell, my coz.

Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.

Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,

[Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE

Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY CAPULET]

strike! beat them down! 90Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!

hinds

TYBALT

BENVOLIO

Do you quarrel, sir? 65 Abraham. Quarrel sir! no, sir. Sampson. If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.

Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR

I am a pretty piece of flesh

maidenheads

The heads of the maids?

draw your neck

Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers