Peter, take my fan, and go before and apace.

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!


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:


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.


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.


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;


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. O God, she comes! O honey nurse, what news? Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.


Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead. O God, she comes! O honey nurse, what news? Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.


Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad? Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news By playing it to me with so sour a face.


Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad? Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news By playing it to me with so sour a face.

I am a-weary, give me leave awhile: Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had!


I am a-weary, give me leave awhile: Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had!

I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak.


I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak.

Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile? Do you not see that I am out of breath?


Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile? Do you not see that I am out of breath?

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.


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'll stay the circumstance: Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad?


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?

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;


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 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'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb.


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, but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb.

Go thy ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home?


Go thy ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home?

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


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

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!


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!


Beshrew your heart for sending me about, To catch my death with jaunting up and down!

I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well. Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?


I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well. Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?

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?


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?

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?'


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?'

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.


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.

Here's such a coil! come, what says Romeo?


Here's such a coil! come, what says Romeo?

Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?


Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?


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'll be in scarlet straight at any news. Hie you to church;


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'll be in scarlet straight at any news. Hie you to church;

I must another way, To fetch a ladder, by the which your love Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark: I am the drudge and toil in your delight, But you shall bear the burden soon at night. Go;


I must another way, To fetch a ladder, by the which your love Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark: I am the drudge and toil in your delight, But you shall bear the burden soon at night. Go;


Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell.


Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell.

So smile the heavens upon this holy act, That after hours with sorrow chide us not!


So smile the heavens upon this holy act, That after hours with sorrow chide us not!

Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight:


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.


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.

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume:


These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume:

the sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.


the sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint: A lover may bestride the gossamer That idles in the wanton summer air, And yet not fall; so light is vanity.


Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint: A lover may bestride the gossamer That idles in the wanton summer air, And yet not fall; so light is vanity.


Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.


Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.

As much to him, else is his thanks too much.


As much to him, else is his thanks too much.

Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament: They are but beggars that can count their worth;


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 sum of half my wealth.


But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.

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


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

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.


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.

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!


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 it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.


' and by the operation of the second cup draws it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.


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.


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:


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?


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 fun of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling:


Thy head is as fun 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:


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!


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!

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.


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.


Follow me close, for I will speak to them. Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.


Follow me close, for I will speak to them. Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.

And but one word with one of us? couple it with something; make it a word and a blow.


And but one word with one of us? couple it with something; make it a word and a blow.

You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you will give me occasion.


You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you will give me occasion.

Could you not take some occasion without giving?


Could you not take some occasion without giving?


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!


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!

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.


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.

Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze; I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.


Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze; I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.

Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.


Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.

But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery: Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.'


But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery: Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.'

Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford No better term than this,--thou art a villain.


Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford No better term than this,--thou art a villain.

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.


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.

Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.


Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.

I do protest, I never injured thee, But love thee better than thou canst devise, Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:


I do protest, I never injured 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 my own,--be satisfied.


And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender As dearly as my own,--be satisfied.

O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! Alla stoccata carries it away. Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?


O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! Alla stoccata carries it away. Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?


Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the eight.


Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the eight.

Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.


Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.


Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons. Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage! Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streets: Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio!


Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons. Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage! Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streets: Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio!

I am hurt. A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone, and hath nothing?


I am hurt. A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone, and hath nothing?


Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.


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.


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!


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.


Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.


Help me into some house, Benvolio, Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me: I have it, And soundly too: your houses!


Help me into some house, Benvolio, Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me: I have it, And soundly too: your houses!

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 kinsman!


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 kinsman!

O sweet Juliet, Thy beauty hath made me effeminate And in my temper soften'd valour's steel!


O sweet Juliet, Thy beauty hath made me effeminate And in my temper soften'd valour's steel!

O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead! That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.


O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead! That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.

This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.


This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.

Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.


Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.

Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain! Away to heaven, respective lenity, And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now! Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, That late thou gavest me;


Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain! Away to heaven, respective lenity, And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now! 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.


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.

Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here, Shalt with him hence.


Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here, Shalt with him hence.


Romeo, away, be gone! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain. Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death, If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!


Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?


Up, sir, go with me; I charge thee in the princes name, obey.


Up, sir, go with me; I charge thee in the princes name, obey.

Where are the vile beginners of this fray?


Where are the vile beginners of this fray?

O noble prince, I can discover all The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.


O noble prince, I can discover all The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.

Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child! O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true, For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague. O cousin, cousin!


Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child! O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true, For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague. O cousin, cousin!


Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay; Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal Your high displeasure: Romeo he cries aloud, 'Hold, friends!


Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay; Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal Your high displeasure: Romeo he cries aloud, 'Hold, friends!

friends, part!' and, swifter than his tongue, His agile arm beats down their fatal points, And 'twixt them rushes;


friends, part!' and, swifter than his tongue, His agile arm beats down their fatal points, And 'twixt them rushes;

underneath whose arm An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;


underneath whose arm An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;

But by and by comes back to Romeo, Who had but newly entertain'd revenge, And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain.


But by and by comes back to Romeo, Who had but newly entertain'd revenge, And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I Could 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.


And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly. This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.

He is a kinsman to the Montague; Affection makes him false; he speaks not true: Some twenty of them fought in this black strife, And all those twenty could but kill one life.


He is a kinsman to the Montague; Affection makes him false; he speaks not true: Some 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.


I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give; Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.

Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?


Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?

Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend; His fault concludes but what the law should end, The life of Tybalt.


Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend; His fault concludes but what the law should end, The life of Tybalt.

And for that offence Immediately we do exile him hence: I have an interest in your hate's proceeding, My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;


And for that offence Immediately we do exile him hence: I have an interest in your hate's proceeding, My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;

But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine That you shall all repent the loss of mine: I will be deaf to pleading and excuses; Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses: Therefore use none:


But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine That you shall all repent the loss of mine: I will be deaf to pleading and excuses; Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses: Therefore use none:

let Romeo hence in haste, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Bear hence this body and attend our will: Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.


let Romeo hence in haste, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Bear hence this body and attend our will: Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner As Phaethon would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately.


Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner As Phaethon would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately.

Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen. Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties;


Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen. Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties;

or, if love be blind, It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, And learn me how to lose a winning match, Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:


or, if love be blind, It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, And learn me how to lose a winning match, Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:

Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks, With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold, Think true love acted simple modesty. Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;


Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks, With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold, Think true love acted simple modesty. Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;

For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow on a raven's back. Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night, Give me my Romeo;


For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow on a raven's back. Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night, Give me my Romeo;

and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.


and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.

O, I have bought the mansion of a love, But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold, Not yet enjoy'd:


O, I have bought the mansion of a love, But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold, Not yet enjoy'd:

so tedious is this day As is the night before some festival To an impatient child that hath new robes And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse, And she brings news;


so tedious is this day As is the night before some festival To an impatient child that hath new robes And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse, And she brings news;

and every tongue that speaks But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence. Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords That Romeo bid thee fetch?


and every tongue that speaks But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence. Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords That Romeo bid thee fetch?


Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?


Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?

Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone! Alack the day! he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead!


Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone! Alack the day! he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead!


Romeo can, Though heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo! Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!


Romeo can, Though heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo! Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!

What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus? This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell. Hath Romeo slain himself?


What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus? This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell. Hath Romeo slain himself?

say thou but 'I,' And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice: I am not I, if there be such an I; Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.


say thou but 'I,' And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice: I am not I, if there be such an I; Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.

' If he be slain, say 'I'; or if not, no: Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe.


' If he be slain, say 'I'; or if not, no: Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe.

I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,-- God save the mark!--here on his manly breast: A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse; Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood, All in gore-blood;


I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,-- God save the mark!--here on his manly breast: A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse; Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood, All in gore-blood;


O, break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once! To prison, eyes, ne'er look on liberty! Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!


O, break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once! To prison, eyes, ne'er look on liberty! Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!

O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had! O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman! That ever I should live to see thee dead!


O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had! O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman! That ever I should live to see thee dead!

What storm is this that blows so contrary? Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord? Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!


What storm is this that blows so contrary? Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord? Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!

For who is living, if those two are gone?


For who is living, if those two are gone?

Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.


Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.

O God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?


O God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?


O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of divinest show!


O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of divinest show!

Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, A damned saint, an honourable villain!


Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, A damned saint, an honourable villain!

O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell, When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend In moral paradise of such sweet flesh? Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound?


O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell, When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend In moral paradise of such sweet flesh? Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound?

O that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace!


O that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace!

There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitae:


There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitae:

These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old. Shame come to Romeo!


These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old. Shame come to Romeo!

Blister'd be thy tongue For such a wish! he was not born to shame: Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit; For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd Sole monarch of the universal earth.


Blister'd be thy tongue For such a wish! he was not born to shame: Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit; For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd Sole monarch of the universal earth.


Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?


Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?

Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name, When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it? But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?


Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name, When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it? But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?

That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband: Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; Your tributary drops belong to woe, Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.


That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband: Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; Your tributary drops belong to woe, Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.

My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband: All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?


My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband: All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?

Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, That murder'd me: I would forget it fain; But, O, it presses to my memory, Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds:


Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, That murder'd me: I would forget it fain; But, O, it presses to my memory, Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds:

'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo--banished;' That 'banished,' that one word 'banished,' Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death Was woe enough, if it had ended there:


'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo--banished;' That 'banished,' that one word 'banished,' Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death Was woe enough, if it had ended there:

But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death, 'Romeo is banished,' to speak that word, Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banished!


But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death, 'Romeo is banished,' to speak that word, Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banished!

' There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, In that word's death; no words can that woe sound. Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?


' There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, In that word's death; no words can that woe sound. Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?

Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.


Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.

Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. Take up those cords: poor ropes, you are beguiled, Both you and I; for Romeo is exiled:


Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. Take 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; And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!


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; And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!

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.


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.

O, find him! give this ring to my true knight, And bid him come to take his last farewell.


O, find him! give this ring to my true knight, And bid him come to take his last farewell.

Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man: Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.


Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man: Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.

Father, what news? what is the prince's doom? What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, That I yet know not?


Father, what news? what is the prince's doom? What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, That I yet know not?

Too familiar Is my dear son with such sour company: I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.


Too familiar Is my dear son with such sour company: I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.

What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom?


What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom?

A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips, Not body's death, but body's banishment.


A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips, Not body's death, but body's banishment.

Ha, banishment! be merciful, say 'death;' For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death: do not say 'banishment.'


Ha, banishment! be merciful, say 'death;' For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death: do not say 'banishment.'

Hence from Verona art thou banished: Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.


Hence from Verona art thou banished: Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

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:


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 smilest upon the stroke that murders me.


calling death banishment, Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe, And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.

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:


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:

This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.


This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.

'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:


'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:

more validity, More honourable state, more courtship lives In carrion-flies than Romeo:


more validity, More honourable state, more courtship lives In carrion-flies than Romeo:

they my seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who even in pure and vestal modesty, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;


they my seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who even in pure and vestal modesty, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;

But Romeo may not; he is banished: Flies may do this, but I from this must fly: They are free men, but I am banished. And say'st thou yet that exile is not death?


But Romeo may not; he is banished: Flies may do this, but I from this must fly: They are free men, but I am banished. And say'st thou yet that exile is not death?

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;


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;

Howlings attend 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'?


Howlings attend 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'?

Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.


Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.


I'll give thee armour to keep off that word: Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, To comfort thee, though thou art banished.


I'll give thee armour to keep off that word: Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, To comfort thee, though thou art banished.

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.


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.


How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?


Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:


Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:

Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.


Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.

Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans, Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes.


Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans, Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes.

Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, arise; Thou wilt be taken. Stay awhile! Stand up; Run to my study. By and by! God's will, What simpleness is this! I come, I come! Who knocks so hard?


Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, arise; Thou wilt be taken. Stay awhile! Stand up; Run to my study. By and by! God's will, What simpleness is this! I come, I come! Who knocks so hard?


O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar, Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo?


O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar, Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo?

There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.


There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.

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;


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?


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?


Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death's the end of all.


Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death's the end of all.

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?


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?


and how doth she? and what says My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?

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.


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.

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?


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.


tell me, that I may sack The hateful mansion.

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!


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. Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?


Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both! Thou hast amazed me: by my holy order, I thought thy disposition better temper'd. Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?

And stay thy lady too that lives in thee, By doing damned hate upon thyself? Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth?


And stay thy lady too that lives in thee, By doing damned hate upon thyself? Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth?

Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose. Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit;


Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose. Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit;

Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all, And usest none in that true use indeed Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit:


Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all, And usest none in that true use indeed Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit:

Thy noble shape is but a form of wax, Digressing from the valour of a man; Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury, Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish; What, rouse thee, man!


Thy noble shape is but a form of wax, Digressing from the valour of a man; Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury, Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish; What, rouse thee, man!

thy Juliet is alive, For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead; There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee, But thou slew'st Tybalt; there are thou happy too:


thy Juliet is alive, For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead; There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee, But thou slew'st Tybalt; there are 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 up upon thy back; Happiness courts thee in her best array;


The law that threaten'd death becomes thy friend And turns it to exile; there art thou happy: A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back; Happiness courts thee in her best array;

But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench, Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love: Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.


But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench, 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, Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her: But look thou stay not till the watch be set, For then thou canst not pass to Mantua; Go before, nurse:


Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed, Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her: But look thou stay not till the watch be set, For then thou canst not pass to Mantua; Go before, nurse:

commend me to thy lady; And bid her hasten all the house to bed, Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto: Romeo is coming.


commend me to thy lady; And bid her hasten all the house to bed, Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto: Romeo is coming.

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.


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.

Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.


Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.

Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir: Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.


Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir: Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.


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;


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; good night.


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; good night.

But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell.


But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell.

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.


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.


'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.

These times of woe afford no time to woo. Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.


These times of woe afford no time to woo. Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.

I will, and know her mind early to-morrow; To-night she is mew'd up to her heaviness.


I will, and know her mind early to-morrow; To-night she is mew'd up to her heaviness.

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;


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?


Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love; And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next-- But, soft! what day is this?


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?


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 our kinsman, if we revel much:


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 our kinsman, if we revel much:

Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?


Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?

My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.


My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.

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!


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.


it is so very very late, That we may call it early by and by. Good night.

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:


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.


Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:


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.


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.

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;


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;


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;


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, and welcome! Juliet wills it so. How is't, my soul?


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, and welcome! Juliet wills it so. How is't, my soul?


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;


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!


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 from arm that voice doth us affray, Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day, O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.


Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day, O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.

More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!


More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!


Your lady mother is coming to your chamber: The day is broke; be wary, look about.


Your lady mother is coming to your chamber: The day is broke; be wary, look about.

Then, window, let day in, and let life out.


Then, window, let day in, and let life out.

Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.


Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.

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:


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!


O, by this count I shall be much in years Ere I again behold my Romeo!

Farewell! I will omit no opportunity That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.


Farewell! I will omit no opportunity That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.

O think'st thou we shall ever meet again?


O think'st thou we shall ever meet again?

I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come.


I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come.

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.


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.

And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!


And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!

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;


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.


For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, But send him back.


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?


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;


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.


But much of grief shows still some want of wit.

Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.


Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.

So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend Which you weep for.


So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend Which you weep for.

Feeling so the loss, Cannot choose but ever weep the friend.


Feeling so the loss, Cannot choose but ever weep the friend.

Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death, As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.


Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death, As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.


That is, because the traitor murderer lives.


That is, because the traitor murderer lives.

Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands: Would none but I might venge my cousin's death!


Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands: Would none but I might venge my cousin's death!

We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not: Then weep no more.


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.


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.

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;


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 him. To wreak the love I bore my cousin Upon his body that slaughter'd him!


That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof, Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors To hear him named, and cannot come to him. To wreak the love I bore my cousin Upon his body that slaughter'd him!

Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.


Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.

And joy comes well in such a needy time: What are they, I beseech your ladyship?


And joy comes well in such a needy time: What are they, I beseech your ladyship?

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.


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.


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.


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.

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.


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 than Paris. These are news indeed!


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 than Paris. These are news indeed!

Here comes your father; tell him so yourself, And see how he will take it at your hands.


Here comes your father; tell him so yourself, And see how he will take it at your hands.

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?


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 bark thy body is, Sailing in this salt flood;


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 bark thy body is, Sailing in this salt flood;

the winds, thy sighs; Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them, Without a sudden calm, will overset Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife! Have you deliver'd to her our decree?


the winds, thy sighs; Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them, Without a sudden calm, will overset Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife! Have you deliver'd to her our decree?

Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. I would the fool were married to her grave!


Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. I would the fool were married to her grave!

Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife. How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks? Is she not proud?


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?


doth she not count her blest, Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?

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.


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.

How now, how now, chop-logic! What is this? 'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not; Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage! You tallow-face!


How now, how now, chop-logic! What is this? 'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not; Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage! You tallow-face!


Good father, I beseech you on my knees, Hear me with patience but to speak a word.


Good father, I beseech you on my knees, Hear me with patience but to speak a word.

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.


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!


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!

God in heaven bless her! You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.


God in heaven bless her! You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.

And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue, Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.


And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue, Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.


Peace, you mumbling fool! Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl; For here we need it not.


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:


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 thought would wish a man;


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 thought would wish a man;

And then to have a wretched puling fool, A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, To answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love, I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.


And then to have a wretched puling fool, A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, To answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love, I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.

' But, as you will not wed, I'll pardon you: Graze where you will you shall not house with me: Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest. Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise:


' But, as you will not wed, I'll pardon you: Graze where you will you shall not house with me: Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest. Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise:

An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend; And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets, For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, Nor what is mine shall never do thee good:


An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend; And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets, For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, Nor what is mine shall never do thee good:

Trust to't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn.


Trust to't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn.

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;


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.


Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.

Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word: Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.


Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word: Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.

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?


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 say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy? Some comfort, nurse.


comfort me, counsel me. Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems Upon so soft a subject as myself! What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy? Some comfort, 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.


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:


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 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:


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, As living here and you no use of him.


or if it did not, Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were, As living here and you no use of him.


And from my soul too; Or else beshrew them both.


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.


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?


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 fail, myself have power to die.


Go, counsellor; Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain. I'll to the friar, to know his remedy: If all else fail, myself have power to die.

On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.


On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.

My father Capulet will have it so; And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.


My father Capulet will have it so; And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.

You say you do not know the lady's mind: Uneven is the course, I like it not.


You say you do not know the lady's mind: Uneven is the course, I like it not.

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.


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, 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 by herself alone, May be put from her by society: Now do you know the reason of this haste.


Which, too much minded by herself alone, May be put from her by society: Now do you know the reason of this haste.


That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.


Come you to make confession to this father?


Come you to make confession to this father?

To answer that, I should confess to you.


To answer that, I should confess to you.


So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.


So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.

If I do so, it will be of more price, Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.


If I do so, it will be of more price, Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.

Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.


Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.

The tears have got small victory by that; For it was bad enough before their spite.


The tears have got small victory by that; For it was bad enough before their spite.

Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report.


Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report.

That is no slander, sir, which is a truth; And what I spake, I spake it to my face.


That is no slander, sir, which is a truth; And what I spake, I spake it to my face.

Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.


Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.

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?


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?

My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now. My lord, we must entreat the time alone.


My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now. My lord, we must entreat the time alone.

God shield I should disturb devotion! Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye: Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.


God shield I should disturb devotion! Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye: Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.

O shut the door! and when thou hast done so, Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!


O shut the door! and when thou hast done so, Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!

Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; It strains me past the compass of my wits: I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, On Thursday next be married to this county.


Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; It strains me past the compass of my wits: I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, On Thursday next be married to this county.

Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this, Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:


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'll help it presently. God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;


If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help, Do thou but call my resolution wise, And with this knife I'll 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: Be not so long to speak;


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: Be not so long to speak;

I long to die, If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.


I long to die, If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.

Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope, Which craves as desperate an execution. As that is desperate which we would prevent. And, if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy.


Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope, Which craves as desperate an execution. As that is desperate which we would prevent. And, if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy.

O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, From off the battlements of yonder tower; Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;


O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, From off the battlements of yonder tower; Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;

Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house, O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;


Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house, O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;

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;


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.


And I will do it without fear or doubt, To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.

Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow: To-morrow night look that thou lie alone; Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:


Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow: To-morrow night look that thou lie alone; Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:

Take thou this vial, being then in bed, And this distilled liquor drink thou off;


Take thou 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 humour, for no pulse Shall keep his native progress, but surcease: No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest;


When presently through all thy veins shall run A cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse Shall keep his native progress, but surcease: No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest;

The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To paly ashes, thy eyes' windows fall, Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;


The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To paly ashes, thy eyes' windows fall, Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;

Each part, deprived of supple government, Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death:


Each part, deprived of supple government, Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death:

And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death Thou shalt continue two and forty hours, And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.


And in this borrow'd 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:


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.


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.

In the mean time, against thou shalt awake, Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift, And hither shall he come:


In the mean time, 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;


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.


If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear, Abate thy valour in the acting it.

Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!


Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!

Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.


Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.

Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford. Farewell, dear father!


Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford. Farewell, dear father!

So many guests invite as here are writ. Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.


So many guests invite as here are writ. Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.

You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers.


You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers.


Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me.


Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me.

Go, be gone. We shall be much unfurnished for this time. What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?


Go, be gone. We shall be much unfurnished for this time. What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?


Well, he may chance to do some good on her: A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.


Well, he may chance to do some good on her: A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.

See where she comes from shrift with merry look.


See where she comes from shrift with merry look.

How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?


How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?

Where I have learn'd 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, I beseech you!


Where I have learn'd 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, I beseech you!


Send for the county; go tell him of this: I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.


Send for the county; go tell him of this: I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.

I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell; And gave him what becomed love I might, Not step o'er the bounds of modesty.


I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell; And gave him what becomed love I might, Not step o'er the bounds of modesty.

Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up: This is as't should be. Let me see the county; Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither. Now, afore God!


Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up: This is as't should be. Let me see the county; Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither. Now, afore God!

this reverend holy friar, Our whole city is much bound to him.


this reverend holy friar, Our whole city is much bound to him.

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?


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?

No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.


No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.

Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow.


Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow.

We shall be short in our provision: 'Tis now near night.


We shall be short in our provision: 'Tis now near night.

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'll not to bed to-night; let me alone; I'll play the housewife for this once.


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'll not to bed to-night; let me alone; I'll play the housewife for this once.

What, ho! They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself To County Paris, to prepare him up Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light, Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.


What, ho! They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself To County Paris, to prepare him up Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light, Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.


but, gentle nurse, I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night, 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.


but, gentle nurse, I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night, 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.

What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?


What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?

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, And let the nurse this night sit up with you;


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, 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.


For, I am sure, you have your hands full all, In this so sudden business.

Good night: Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.


Good night: Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.

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'll call them back again to comfort me: Nurse!


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'll call them back again to comfort me: Nurse!

What should she do here? My dismal scene I needs must act alone. Come, vial. What if this mixture do not work at all? Shall I be married then to-morrow morning? No, no: this shall forbid it:


What should she do here? My dismal scene I needs must act alone. Come, vial. 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. What if it be a poison, which the friar Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead, Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd, Because he married me before to Romeo? I fear it is:


lie thou there. What if it be a poison, which the friar Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead, Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'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!


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!

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?


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?

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;


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:


-- 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 forefather's joints? And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?


-- O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught, Environed with all these hideous fears? And madly play with my forefather's 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!


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, that did spit his body Upon a rapier's point: stay, Tybalt, stay! Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.


methinks I see my cousin's ghost Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body Upon a rapier's point: stay, Tybalt, stay! Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.

Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.


Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.

They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.


They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.

Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd, The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock: Look to the baked meats, good Angelica: Spare not for the cost.


Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd, The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock: Look to the baked meats, good Angelica: Spare not for the cost.

Go, you cot-quean, go, Get you to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrow For this night's watching.


Go, you cot-quean, go, Get you to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrow For this night's watching.

No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.


No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.

Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time; But I will watch you from such watching now.


Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time; But I will watch you from such watching now.

A jealous hood, a jealous hood! Now, fellow, What's there?


A jealous hood, a jealous hood! Now, fellow, What's there?

Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.


Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.

Make haste, make haste. Sirrah, fetch drier logs: Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.


Make haste, make haste. Sirrah, fetch drier logs: Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.

I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter.


I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter.

Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha! Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day: The county will be here with music straight, For so he said he would: I hear him near. Nurse! Wife!


Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha! Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day: The county will be here with music straight, For so he said he would: I hear him near. Nurse! Wife!

What, ho! What, nurse, I say! Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up; I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste, Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already: Make haste, I say.


What, ho! What, nurse, I say! Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up; I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste, Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already: Make haste, I say.

Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she: Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed! Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride! What, not a word?


Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she: Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed! Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride! What, not a word?

you take your pennyworths now; Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, The County Paris hath set up his rest, That you shall rest but little.


you take your pennyworths now; Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, The County Paris hath set up his rest, That you shall rest but little.

God forgive me, Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep! I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam! Ay, let the county take you in your bed; He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?


God forgive me, Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep! I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam! Ay, let the county take you in your bed; He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?

What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again! I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady! Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead! O, well-a-day, that ever I was born! Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord!


What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again! I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady! Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead! O, well-a-day, that ever I was born! Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord!


O me, O me! My child, my only life, Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! Help, help! Call help.


O me, O me! My child, my only life, Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! Help, help! Call help.

For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.


For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.

She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day!


She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day!

Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!


Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!

Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's cold: Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated:


Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's cold: Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated:

Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.


Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.


Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.


Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.

Come, is the bride ready to go to church?


Come, is the bride ready to go to church?

Ready to go, but never to return. O son! the night before thy wedding-day Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies, Flower as she was, deflowered by him. Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;


Ready to go, but never to return. O son! the night before thy wedding-day Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies, Flower as she was, deflowered by him. Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;

My daughter he hath wedded: I will die, And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.


My daughter he hath wedded: I will die, And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.

Have I thought long to see this morning's face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?


Have I thought long to see this morning's face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?

Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Most miserable hour that e'er time saw In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!


Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Most miserable hour that e'er time saw In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!

But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, But one thing to rejoice and solace in, And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight!


But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, But one thing to rejoice and solace in, And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight!

O woe! O woful, woful, woful day! Most lamentable day, most woful day, That ever, ever, I did yet behold! O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! Never was seen so black a day as this:


O woe! O woful, woful, woful day! Most lamentable day, most woful day, That ever, ever, I did yet behold! O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! Never was seen so black a day as this:


Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd, By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown! O love! O life! not life, but love in death!


Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd, By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown! O love! O life! not life, but love in death!

Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd! Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now To murder, murder our solemnity? O child! O child! my soul, and not my child! Dead art thou! Alack!


Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd! Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now To murder, murder our solemnity? O child! O child! my soul, and not my child! Dead art thou! Alack!

my child is dead; And with my child my joys are buried.


my child is dead; And with my child my joys are buried.

Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not In these confusions. Heaven and yourself Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all, And all the better is it for the maid:


Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not In these confusions. Heaven and yourself Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all, And all the better is it for the maid:

Your part in her you could not keep from death, But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. The most you sought was her promotion; For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced:


Your part in her you could not keep from death, But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. The most you sought was her promotion; For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced:

And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? O, in this love, you love your child so ill, That you run mad, seeing that she is well:


And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? O, in this love, you love your child so ill, That you run mad, seeing that she is well:

She's not well married that lives married long; But she's best married that dies married young. Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary On this fair corse;


She's not well married that lives married long; But she's best married that dies married young. Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary On this fair corse;

and, as the custom is, In all her best array bear her to church: For though fond nature bids us an lament, Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.


and, as the custom is, In all her best array bear her to church: For though fond nature bids us an lament, Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.

All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral;


All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral;

Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him; And go, Sir Paris; every one prepare To follow this fair corse unto her grave: The heavens do lour upon you for some ill;


Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him; And go, Sir Paris; every one prepare To follow this fair corse unto her grave: The heavens do lour upon you for some ill;

Move them no more by crossing their high will.


Move them no more by crossing their high will.

Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.


Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.

Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up; For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.


Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up; For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.

Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.


Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.

Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'


Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'


O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump, to comfort me.


O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump, to comfort me.

Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.


Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.


No money, on my faith, but the gleek; I will give you the minstrel.


No money, on my faith, but the gleek; I will give you the minstrel.

Then I will give you the serving-creature.


Then I will give you the serving-creature.

Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you, I'll fa you; do you note me?


Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you, I'll fa you; do you note me?


Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.


Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.

Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer me like men: