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Nurse: |
FRIAR LAURENCE: Welcome, then. |
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! O woful sympathy! Piteous predicament! Even so lies she, Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering. Stand up, stand up; stand, and you be a man: For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand; Why should you fall into so deep an O? |
ROMEO: Nurse! |
Nurse: Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death's the end of all. |
ROMEO: Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her? Doth she not think me an old murderer, Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy With blood removed but little from her own? Where is she? and how doth she? and what says My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love? |
Nurse: O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; 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 murder her; as that name's cursed hand Murder'd her kinsman. 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. |
FRIAR LAURENCE: 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: Unseemly woman in a seeming man! Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both! Thou hast amazed me: by my holy order, I thought thy disposition better temper'd. ... |
Nurse: O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night To hear good counsel: O, what learning is! My lord, I'll 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. |
ROMEO: How well my comfort is revived by this! |
FRIAR LAURENCE: Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state: Either be gone before the watch be set, Or by the break of day disguised from hence: Sojourn in Mantua; I'll 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; goo... |
ROMEO: But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell. |
CAPULET: Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily, That we have had no time to move our daughter: Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly, And so did I:--Well, we were born to die. 'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night: I promise you, but for your company, I would have been a-bed an hour ago. |
PARIS: These times of woe afford no time to woo. Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter. |
LADY CAPULET: I will, and know her mind early to-morrow; To-night she is mew'd up to her heaviness. |
CAPULET: Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not. Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love; And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next-- But, soft! what day is this? |
PARIS: Monday, my lord, |
CAPULET: Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon, O' Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her, She shall be married to this noble earl. Will you be ready? do you like this haste? We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two; For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, It may be thought we held him carelessly, Being ou... |
PARIS: My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow. |
CAPULET: Well get you gone: o' Thursday be it, then. Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day. Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho! Afore me! it is so very very late, That we may call it early by and by. Good night. |
JULIET: Wilt 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 yon 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. |
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 be gone. |
ROMEO: Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death; I am content, so thou wilt have it so. I'll say yon grey 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 heaven so high above our heads: I have more care to stay than will to go: Come, death, a... |
JULIET: It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away! It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. Some say the lark makes sweet division; This doth not so, for she divideth us: Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes, O, now I would they had changed voices too! Since arm f... |
ROMEO: More light and light; more dark and dark our woes! |
Nurse: Madam! |
JULIET: Nurse? |
Nurse: Your lady mother is coming to your chamber: The day is broke; be wary, look about. |
JULIET: Then, window, let day in, and let life out. |
ROMEO: Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend. |
JULIET: Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, 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? |
ROMEO: I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come. |
JULIET: O God, I have an ill-divining soul! Methinks I see thee, now thou art below, As one dead in the bottom of a tomb: Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. |
ROMEO: And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu! |
JULIET: O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle: If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him. That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune; For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, But send him back. |
LADY CAPULET: |
JULIET: 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? |
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? An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live; Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of love; But much of grief shows still some want of wit. |
JULIET: Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. |
LADY CAPULET: So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend Which you weep for. |
JULIET: Feeling so the loss, Cannot choose but ever weep the friend. |
LADY CAPULET: Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death, As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. |
JULIET: What villain madam? |
LADY CAPULET: That same villain, Romeo. |
JULIET: |
LADY CAPULET: That is, because the traitor murderer lives. |
JULIET: Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands: Would none but I might venge my cousin's death! |
LADY CAPULET: We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not: Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua, Where that same banish'd runagate doth live, Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram, That he shall soon keep Tybalt company: And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied. |
JULIET: Indeed, I never shall be satisfied With Romeo, till I behold him--dead-- Is my poor heart for a kinsman vex'd. Madam, if you could find out but a man To bear a poison, I would temper it; That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof, Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors To hear him named, and cannot come to hi... |
LADY CAPULET: Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. But now I'll tell thee 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. |
JULIET: Madam, in happy time, what day is that? |
LADY CAPULET: Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn, The gallant, young and noble gentleman, The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church, Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. |
JULIET: Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too, He shall not make me there a joyful bride. 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; and, when I do, I swear, It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, Rather ... |
LADY CAPULET: Here comes your father; tell him so yourself, And see how he will take it at your hands. |
CAPULET: When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew; But for the sunset of my brother's son It rains downright. How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? Evermore showering? In one little body Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind; For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, Do ebb and flow with tears; the... |
LADY CAPULET: Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. I would the fool were married to her grave! |
CAPULET: Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife. How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks? 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? |
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 ... |
LADY CAPULET: Fie, fie! what, are you mad? |
JULIET: 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 tha... |
Nurse: God in heaven bless her! You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. |
CAPULET: And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue, Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. |
Nurse: I speak no treason. |
CAPULET: O, God ye god-den. |
Nurse: May not one speak? |
CAPULET: Peace, you mumbling fool! Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl; For here we need it not. |
LADY CAPULET: You are too hot. |
CAPULET: God's bread! it makes me mad: Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play, Alone, in company, still my care hath been To have her match'd: and having now provided A gentleman of noble parentage, Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts, Proportion'd as one's thoug... |
JULIET: Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief? 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. |
LADY CAPULET: Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word: Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. |
JULIET: O God!--O nurse, how shall this be prevented? My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven; How shall that faith return again to earth, Unless that husband send it me from heaven By leaving earth? comfort me, counsel me. Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems Upon so soft a subject as myself! What s... |
Nurse: Faith, here it 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. O, he's a lovely gentleman! Romeo's a dishclout to him: an eag... |
JULIET: Speakest thou from thy heart? |
Nurse: And from my soul too; Or else beshrew them both. |
JULIET: Amen! |
Nurse: What? |
JULIET: Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. Go in: and tell my lady I am gone, Having displeased my father, to Laurence' cell, To make confession and to be absolved. |
Nurse: Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. |
JULIET: Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend! Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn, Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue Which she hath praised him with above compare So many thousand times? Go, counsellor; Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain. I'll to the friar, to know his remedy: If all else fai... |
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. |
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; Which, too much minded ... |
FRIAR LAURENCE: |
PARIS: Happily met, my lady and my wife! |
JULIET: That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. |
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