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Musician: Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. |
PETER: Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck? |
Second Musician: I say 'silver sound,' because musicians sound for silver. |
PETER: Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost? |
Third Musician: Faith, I know not what to say. |
PETER: O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say for you. It is 'music with her silver sound,' because musicians have no gold for sounding: 'Then music with her silver sound With speedy help doth lend redress.' |
First Musician: What a pestilent knave is this same! |
Second Musician: Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. |
ROMEO: If 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-- Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to t... |
BALTHASAR: Then she is well, and nothing can be ill: Her body sleeps in Capel's 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 even 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 deceived: Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do. 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'll be with thee straight. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. 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... |
Apothecary: Who calls so loud? |
ROMEO: Come hither, man. 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 And that the trunk may be discharged of breath As violently as hasty powder fired Doth hurry from th... |
Apothecary: Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law Is death to any he that utters them. |
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 hangs 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: 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 murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Come, cordial and not poison, go with me To Juliet's grave; for there must I us... |
FRIAR JOHN: Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! |
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, Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth; So that my speed to Ma... |
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. |
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'll go and bring it thee. |
FRIAR LAURENCE: Now must I to the monument alone; Within 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 corse, closed in a dead man's tomb! |
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, 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, A... |
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PARIS: Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,-- O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;-- Which with sweet water nightly I will dew, Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: The obsequies that I for thee will keep Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. The boy gives warning something doth appro... |
ROMEO: Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron. Hold, take this letter; early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father. Give me the light: 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 par... |
BALTHASAR: I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. |
ROMEO: So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that: Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow. |
BALTHASAR: |
ROMEO: 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'll cram thee with more food! |
PARIS: This is that banish'd haughty Montague, That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief, It is supposed, the fair creature died; And here is come to do some villanous shame To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague! Can vengeance be pursued further than death? Condemned v... |
ROMEO: I must indeed; and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone; Let them affright thee. 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... |
PARIS: I do defy thy conjurations, And apprehend thee for a felon here. |
ROMEO: Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy! |
PAGE: O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch. |
PARIS: O, I am slain! If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. |
ROMEO: In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face. Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris! 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? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, To think it was so? O, give... |
FRIAR LAURENCE: Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's there? |
BALTHASAR: Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well. |
FRIAR LAURENCE: Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern, It burneth in the Capel's monument. |
BALTHASAR: It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, One that you love. |
FRIAR LAURENCE: Who is it? |
BALTHASAR: Romeo. |
FRIAR LAURENCE: How long hath he been there? |
BALTHASAR: Full half an hour. |
FRIAR LAURENCE: Go with me to the vault. |
BALTHASAR: I dare not, sir My master knows not but I am gone hence; And fearfully did menace me with death, If I did stay to look on his intents. |
FRIAR LAURENCE: Stay, then; I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me: O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing. |
BALTHASAR: As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, I dreamt my master and another fought, And that my master slew him. |
FRIAR LAURENCE: Romeo! Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains The stony entrance of this sepulchre? What mean these masterless and gory swords To lie discolour'd by this place of peace? Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too? And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour Is guilty of this lamentable chance! ... |
JULIET: O comfortable friar! where is my lord? I do remember well where I should be, And there I am. Where is my Romeo? |
FRIAR LAURENCE: I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep: A greater power than we can contradict Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away. Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee Among a sisterhood of holy nuns: Stay not to quest... |
JULIET: Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop To help me after? I will kiss thy lips; Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, To make die with a restorative. Thy lips are warm. |
First Watchman: |
JULIET: Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die. |
PAGE: This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn. |
First Watchman: The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard: Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach. Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain, And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead, Who here hath lain these two days buried. Go, tell the prince: run to the Capulets: Raise up the Montagues: some others searc... |
Second Watchman: Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard. |
First Watchman: Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither. |
Third Watchman: Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps: We took this mattock and this spade from him, As he was coming from this churchyard side. |
First Watchman: A great suspicion: stay the friar too. |
PRINCE: What misadventure is so early up, That calls our person from our morning's rest? |
CAPULET: What should it be, that they so shriek abroad? |
LADY CAPULET: The people in the street cry Romeo, Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run, With open outcry toward our monument. |
PRINCE: What fear is this which startles in our ears? |
First Watchman: Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain; And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, Warm and new kill'd. |
PRINCE: Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. |
First Watchman: Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man; With instruments upon them, fit to open These dead men's tombs. |
CAPULET: O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista'en--for, lo, his house Is empty on the back of Montague,-- And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom! |
LADY CAPULET: O me! this sight of death is as a bell, That warns my old age to a sepulchre. |
PRINCE: Come, Montague; for thou art early up, To see thy son and heir more early down. |
MONTAGUE: Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: What further woe conspires against mine age? |
PRINCE: Look, and thou shalt see. |
MONTAGUE: O thou untaught! what manners is in this? To press before thy father to a grave? |
PRINCE: Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, Till we can clear these ambiguities, And know their spring, their head, their true descent; And then will I be general of your woes, And lead you even to death: meantime forbear, And let mischance be slave to patience. Bring forth the parties of suspicion. |
FRIAR LAURENCE: I am the greatest, able to do least, Yet most suspected, as the time and place Doth make against me of this direful murder; And here I stand, both to impeach and purge Myself condemned and myself excused. |
PRINCE: Then say at once what thou dost know in this. |
FRIAR LAURENCE: I will be brief, for my short date of breath Is not so long as is a tedious tale. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death Banish'd the new-made bridegroom fr... |
PRINCE: We still have known thee for a holy man. Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this? |
BALTHASAR: I brought my master news of Juliet's death; And then in post he came from Mantua To this same place, to this same monument. This letter he early bid me give his father, And threatened me with death, going in the vault, I departed not and left him there. |
PRINCE: Give me the letter; I will look on it. Where is the county's page, that raised the watch? Sirrah, what made your master in this place? |
PAGE: He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave; And bid me stand aloof, and so I did: Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb; And by and by my master drew on him; And then I ran away to call the watch. |
PRINCE: This letter doth make good the friar's words, Their course of love, the tidings of her death: And here he writes that he did buy a poison Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet. Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague! See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, T... |
CAPULET: O brother Montague, give me thy hand: This is my daughter's jointure, for no more Can I demand. |
MONTAGUE: But I can give thee more: For I will raise her statue in pure gold; That while Verona by that name is known, There shall no figure at such rate be set As that of true and faithful Juliet. |
CAPULET: As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie; Poor sacrifices of our enmity! |
PRINCE: A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. |
WARWICK: I wonder how the king escaped our hands. |
YORK: While we pursued the horsemen of the north, He slily stole away and left his men: Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland, Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat, Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself, Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford, all abreast, Charged our main battle's front, and breaking in Were b... |
EDWARD: Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham, Is either slain or wounded dangerously; I cleft his beaver with a downright blow: That this is true, father, behold his blood. |
MONTAGUE: And, brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood, Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd. |
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