Thanks, noble peer; The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear. What art thou? and how comest thou hither, Where no man never comes but that sad dog That brings me food to make misfortune live?

I was a poor groom of thy stable, king, When thou wert king; who, travelling towards York, With much ado at length have gotten leave To look upon my sometimes royal master's face.


I was a poor groom of thy stable, king, When thou wert king; who, travelling towards York, With much ado at length have gotten leave To look upon my sometimes royal master's face.

Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle friend, How went he under him?


Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle friend, How went he under him?

So proudly as if he disdain'd the ground.


So proudly as if he disdain'd the ground.

So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back! That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand; This hand hath made him proud with clapping him. Would he not stumble?


So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back! That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand; This hand hath made him proud with clapping him. Would he not stumble?

would he not fall down, Since pride must have a fall, and break the neck Of that proud man that did usurp his back? Forgiveness, horse!


would he not fall down, Since pride must have a fall, and break the neck Of that proud man that did usurp his back? Forgiveness, horse!

why do I rail on thee, Since thou, created to be awed by man, Wast born to bear? I was not made a horse; And yet I bear a burthen like an ass, Spurr'd, gall'd and tired by jouncing Bolingbroke.


why do I rail on thee, Since thou, created to be awed by man, Wast born to bear? I was not made a horse; And yet I bear a burthen like an ass, Spurr'd, gall'd and tired by jouncing Bolingbroke.

Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay.


Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay.

If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away.


If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away.

What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall say.


What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall say.


Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do.


Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do.

My lord, I dare not: Sir Pierce of Exton, who lately came from the king, commands the contrary.


My lord, I dare not: Sir Pierce of Exton, who lately came from the king, commands the contrary.

The devil take Henry of Lancaster and thee! Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.


The devil take Henry of Lancaster and thee! Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.


How now! what means death in this rude assault? Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instrument. Go thou, and fill another room in hell.


How now! what means death in this rude assault? Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instrument. Go thou, and fill another room in hell.

That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire That staggers thus my person. Exton, thy fierce hand Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's own land. Mount, mount, my soul!


That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire That staggers thus my person. Exton, thy fierce hand Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's own land. Mount, mount, my soul!

thy seat is up on high; Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die.


thy seat is up on high; Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die.

As full of valour as of royal blood: Both have I spill'd; O would the deed were good! For now the devil, that told me I did well, Says that this deed is chronicled in hell.


As full of valour as of royal blood: Both have I spill'd; O would the deed were good! For now the devil, that told me I did well, Says that this deed is chronicled in hell.

This dead king to the living king I'll bear Take hence the rest, and give them burial here.


This dead king to the living king I'll bear Take hence the rest, and give them burial here.

Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear Is that the rebels have consumed with fire Our town of Cicester in Gloucestershire; But whether they be ta'en or slain we hear not.


Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear Is that the rebels have consumed with fire Our town of Cicester in Gloucestershire; But whether they be ta'en or slain we hear not.


First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness. The next news is, I have to London sent The heads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent:


First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness. The next news is, I have to London sent The heads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent:

The manner of their taking may appear At large discoursed in this paper here.


The manner of their taking may appear At large discoursed in this paper here.

We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains; And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.


We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains; And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.

My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely, Two of the dangerous consorted traitors That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.


My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely, Two of the dangerous consorted traitors That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.

Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot; Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.


Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot; Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.

The grand conspirator, Abbot of Westminster, With clog of conscience and sour melancholy Hath yielded up his body to the grave;


The grand conspirator, Abbot of Westminster, With clog of conscience and sour melancholy Hath yielded up his body to the grave;

But here is Carlisle living, to abide Thy kingly doom and sentence of his pride.


But here is Carlisle living, to abide Thy kingly doom and sentence of his pride.

Carlisle, this is your doom: Choose out some secret place, some reverend room, More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life; So as thou livest in peace, die free from strife:


Carlisle, this is your doom: Choose out some secret place, some reverend room, More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life; So as thou livest in peace, die free from strife:

For though mine enemy thou hast ever been, High sparks of honour in thee have I seen.


For though mine enemy thou hast ever been, High sparks of honour in thee have I seen.

Great king, within this coffin I present Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies The mightiest of thy greatest enemies, Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought.


Great king, within this coffin I present Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies The mightiest of thy greatest enemies, Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought.

Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought A deed of slander with thy fatal hand Upon my head and all this famous land.


Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought A deed of slander with thy fatal hand Upon my head and all this famous land.

From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed.


From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed.

They love not poison that do poison need, Nor do I thee: though I did wish him dead, I hate the murderer, love him murdered.


They love not poison that do poison need, Nor do I thee: though I did wish him dead, I hate the murderer, love him murdered.

The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour, But neither my good word nor princely favour: With Cain go wander through shades of night, And never show thy head by day nor light.


The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour, But neither my good word nor princely favour: With Cain go wander through shades of night, And never show thy head by day nor light.

Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe, That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow: Come, mourn with me for that I do lament, And put on sullen black incontinent:


Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe, That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow: Come, mourn with me for that I do lament, And put on sullen black incontinent:

I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land, To wash this blood off from my guilty hand: March sadly after; grace my mournings here; In weeping after this untimely bier.


I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land, To wash this blood off from my guilty hand: March sadly after; grace my mournings here; In weeping after this untimely bier.

SAMPSON: Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.


SAMPSON: Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.


Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.


But thou art not quickly moved to strike.


But thou art not quickly moved to strike.

A dog of the house of Montague moves me.


A dog of the house of Montague moves me.

To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.


To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.

A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.


A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.

That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall.


That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall.

True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall.


True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall.

The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.


The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.

'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids, and cut off their heads.


'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids, and cut off their heads.


Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt.


Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt.

They must take it in sense that feel it.


They must take it in sense that feel it.

Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.


Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.

'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes two of the house of the Montagues.


'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes two of the house of the Montagues.

My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.


My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.


Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.


Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.

I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list.


I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list.

Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.


Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.


No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir.


If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.


Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen.


Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.


Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.

Part, fools! Put up your swords; you know not what you do.


Part, fools! Put up your swords; you know not what you do.

What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.


What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.

I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me.


I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me.

What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: Have at thee, coward!


What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: Have at thee, coward!

Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down! Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!


Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down! Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!

What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!


What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!

A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?


A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?

My sword, I say! Old Montague is come, And flourishes his blade in spite of me.


My sword, I say! Old Montague is come, And flourishes his blade in spite of me.

Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go.


Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go.

Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.


Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.

Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,-- Will they not hear? What, ho! If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.


Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,-- Will they not hear? What, ho! If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.

For this time, all the rest depart away: You Capulet; shall go along with me:


For this time, all the rest depart away: You Capulet; shall go along with me:

And, Montague, come you this afternoon, To know our further pleasure in this case, To old Free-town, our common judgment-place. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.


And, Montague, come you this afternoon, To know our further pleasure in this case, To old Free-town, our common judgment-place. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.

Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?


Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?

Here were the servants of your adversary, And yours, close fighting ere I did approach: I drew to part them:


Here were the servants of your adversary, And yours, close fighting ere I did approach: I drew to part them:

in the instant came The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared, Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears, He swung about his head and cut the winds, Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:


in the instant came The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared, Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears, He swung about his head and cut the winds, Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:

While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, Came more and more and fought on part and part, Till the prince came, who parted either part.


While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, Came more and more and fought on part and part, Till the prince came, who parted either part.

O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day? Right glad I am he was not at this fray.


O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day? Right glad I am he was not at this fray.

Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the east, A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;


Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the east, A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;

Where, underneath the grove of sycamore That westward rooteth from the city's side, So early walking did I see your son:


Where, underneath the grove of sycamore That westward rooteth from the city's side, So early walking did I see your son:

Towards him I made, but he was ware of me And stole into the covert of the wood:


Towards him I made, but he was ware of me And stole into the covert of the wood:

I, measuring his affections by my own, That most are busied when they're most alone, Pursued my humour not pursuing his, And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.


I, measuring his affections by my own, That most are busied when they're most alone, Pursued my humour not pursuing his, And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.

Many a morning hath he there been seen, With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew. Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;


Many a morning hath he there been seen, With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew. Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;

Black and portentous must this humour prove, Unless good counsel may the cause remove.


Black and portentous must this humour prove, Unless good counsel may the cause remove.


Both by myself and many other friends: Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow. We would as willingly give cure as know.


Both by myself and many other friends: Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow. We would as willingly give cure as know.

See, where he comes: so please you, step aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.


See, where he comes: so please you, step aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.

I would thou wert so happy by thy stay, To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.


I would thou wert so happy by thy stay, To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.


Ay me! sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast?


Ay me! sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast?

It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?


It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?

Not having that, which, having, makes them short.


Not having that, which, having, makes them short.


Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!


Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!

Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.


Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.

Here's much to do with hate, but more with love. Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! serious vanity!


Here's much to do with hate, but more with love. Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! serious vanity!

Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.


Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.


Why, such is love's transgression. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest With more of thine:


Why, such is love's transgression. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest With more of thine:

this love that thou hast shown Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;


this love that thou hast shown Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;

Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet. Farewell, my coz.


Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet. Farewell, my coz.

Soft! I will go along; An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.


Soft! I will go along; An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here; This is not Romeo, he's some other where.


Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here; This is not Romeo, he's some other where.

Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.


Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.


Bid a sick man in sadness make his will: Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill! In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.


Bid a sick man in sadness make his will: Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill! In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.

I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.


I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.

A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.


A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.

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


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

Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit; And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd, From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.


Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit; And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd, From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.

She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:


She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:

O, she is rich in beauty, only poor, That when she dies with beauty dies her store.


O, she is rich in beauty, only poor, That when she dies with beauty dies her store.

Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?


Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?

She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste, For beauty starved with her severity Cuts beauty off from all posterity.


She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste, For beauty starved with her severity Cuts beauty off from all posterity.

She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair, To merit bliss by making me despair: She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow Do I live dead that live to tell it now.


She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair, To merit bliss by making me despair: She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow Do I live dead that live to tell it now.


O, teach me how I should forget to think.


O, teach me how I should forget to think.

By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine other beauties.


By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine other beauties.

'Tis the way To call hers exquisite, in question more: These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;


'Tis the way To call hers exquisite, in question more: These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;

He that is strucken blind cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:


He that is strucken blind cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:

Show me a mistress that is passing fair, What doth her beauty serve, but as a note Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair? Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.


Show me a mistress that is passing fair, What doth her beauty serve, but as a note Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair? Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.

I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.


I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.

But Montague is bound as well as I, In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think, For men so old as we to keep the peace.


But Montague is bound as well as I, In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think, For men so old as we to keep the peace.

Of honourable reckoning are you both; And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long. But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?


Of honourable reckoning are you both; And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long. But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?

But saying o'er what I have said before: My child is yet a stranger in the world;


But saying o'er what I have said before: My child is yet a stranger in the world;

She hath not seen the change of fourteen years, Let two more summers wither in their pride, Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.


She hath not seen the change of fourteen years, Let two more summers wither in their pride, Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.

Younger than she are happy mothers made.


Younger than she are happy mothers made.

And too soon marr'd are those so early made. The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, She is the hopeful lady of my earth:


And too soon marr'd are those so early made. The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, She is the hopeful lady of my earth:

But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, My will to her consent is but a part; An she agree, within her scope of choice Lies my consent and fair according voice.


But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, My will to her consent is but a part; An she agree, within her scope of choice Lies my consent and fair according voice.

This night I hold an old accustom'd feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you, among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more.


This night I hold an old accustom'd feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you, among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more.

At my poor house look to behold this night Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:


At my poor house look to behold this night Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:

Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well-apparell'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads, even such delight Among fresh female buds shall you this night Inherit at my house;


Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well-apparell'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads, even such delight Among fresh female buds shall you this night Inherit at my house;

hear all, all see, And like her most whose merit most shall be: Which on more view, of many mine being one May stand in number, though in reckoning none, Come, go with me.


hear all, all see, And like her most whose merit most shall be: Which on more view, of many mine being one May stand in number, though in reckoning none, Come, go with me.

Go, sirrah, trudge about Through fair Verona; find those persons out Whose names are written there, and to them say, My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.


Go, sirrah, trudge about Through fair Verona; find those persons out Whose names are written there, and to them say, My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.

Find them out whose names are written here! It is written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets;


Find them out whose names are written here! It is written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets;

but I am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time.


but I am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time.

Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desperate grief cures with another's languish:


Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desperate grief cures with another's languish:

Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.


Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.

Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.


Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.


Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is; Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow.


Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is; Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow.

God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?


God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?


Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I pray, can you read any thing you see?


Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I pray, can you read any thing you see?

Ay, if I know the letters and the language.


Ay, if I know the letters and the language.


Stay, fellow; I can read. 'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters; County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces;


Stay, fellow; I can read. 'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters; County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces;

Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair assembly:


Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair assembly:


Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.


Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.

Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry!


Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry!

At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest, With all the admired beauties of Verona: Go thither;


At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest, With all the admired beauties of Verona: Go thither;

and, with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.


and, with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; And these, who often drown'd could never die, Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!


When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; And these, who often drown'd could never die, Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!

One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.


One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself poised with herself in either eye:


Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself poised with herself in either eye:

But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd Your lady's love against some other maid That I will show you shining at this feast, And she shall scant show well that now shows best.


But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd Your lady's love against some other maid That I will show you shining at this feast, And she shall scant show well that now shows best.

I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.


I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.

Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.


Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.

Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old, I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird! God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!


Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old, I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird! God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!


This is the matter:--Nurse, give leave awhile, We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again; I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel. Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.


I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,-- And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four-- She is not fourteen. How long is it now To Lammas-tide?


Even or odd, of all days in the year, Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen. Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!-- Were of an age: well, Susan is with God; She was too good for me:


Even or odd, of all days in the year, Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen. Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!-- Were of an age: well, Susan is with God; She was too good for me:

but, as I said, On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen; That shall she, marry; I remember it well. 'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;


but, as I said, On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen; That shall she, marry; I remember it well. 'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;

And she was wean'd,--I never shall forget it,-- Of all the days of the year, upon that day: For I had then laid wormwood to my dug, Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;


And she was wean'd,--I never shall forget it,-- Of all the days of the year, upon that day: For I had then laid wormwood to my dug, Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;

My lord and you were then at Mantua:-- Nay, I do bear a brain:


My lord and you were then at Mantua:-- Nay, I do bear a brain:

--but, as I said, When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool, To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug! Shake quoth the dove-house:


--but, as I said, When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool, To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug! Shake quoth the dove-house:

'twas no need, I trow, To bid me trudge: And since that time it is eleven years; For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood, She could have run and waddled all about;


'twas no need, I trow, To bid me trudge: And since that time it is eleven years; For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood, She could have run and waddled all about;

For even the day before, she broke her brow: And then my husband--God be with his soul! A' was a merry man--took up the child: 'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?


For even the day before, she broke her brow: And then my husband--God be with his soul! A' was a merry man--took up the child: 'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?

Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit; Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame, The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.' To see, now, how a jest shall come about!


Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit; Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame, The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.' To see, now, how a jest shall come about!

I warrant, an I should live a thousand years, I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he; And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'


I warrant, an I should live a thousand years, I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he; And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'

Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.


Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.

Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone; A parlous knock;


Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone; A parlous knock;

and it cried bitterly: 'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age; Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'


and it cried bitterly: 'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age; Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'

And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.


And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.

Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace! Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed: An I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish.


Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace! Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed: An I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish.

Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your disposition to be married?


Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your disposition to be married?


An honour! were not I thine only nurse, I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.


An honour! were not I thine only nurse, I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.

Well, think of marriage now; younger than you, Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, Are made already mothers: by my count, I was your mother much upon these years That you are now a maid.


Well, think of marriage now; younger than you, Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, Are made already mothers: by my count, I was your mother much upon these years That you are now a maid.

Thus then in brief: The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.


Thus then in brief: The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.

A man, young lady! lady, such a man As all the world--why, he's a man of wax.


A man, young lady! lady, such a man As all the world--why, he's a man of wax.


Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.


Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.

What say you? can you love the gentleman? This night you shall behold him at our feast; Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face, And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;


What say you? can you love the gentleman? This night you shall behold him at our feast; Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face, And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;

Examine every married lineament, And see how one another lends content And what obscured in this fair volume lies Find written in the margent of his eyes.


Examine every married lineament, And see how one another lends content And what obscured in this fair volume lies Find written in the margent of his eyes.

This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him, only lacks a cover: The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride For fair without the fair within to hide:


This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him, only lacks a cover: The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride For fair without the fair within to hide:

That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, That in gold clasps locks in the golden story; So shall you share all that he doth possess, By having him, making yourself no less.


That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, That in gold clasps locks in the golden story; So shall you share all that he doth possess, By having him, making yourself no less.

No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men.


No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men.

Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?


Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?

I'll look to like, if looking liking move: But no more deep will I endart mine eye Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.


I'll look to like, if looking liking move: But no more deep will I endart mine eye Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.

Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.


Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.

We follow thee. Juliet, the county stays.


We follow thee. Juliet, the county stays.

Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.


Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.

What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without a apology?


What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without a apology?

The date is out of such prolixity: We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf, Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;


The date is out of such prolixity: We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf, Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;

Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke After the prompter, for our entrance: But let them measure us by what they will; We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.


Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke After the prompter, for our entrance: But let them measure us by what they will; We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.

Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling; Being but heavy, I will bear the light.


Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling; Being but heavy, I will bear the light.

Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.


Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.

Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.


Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, And soar with them above a common bound.


You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, And soar with them above a common bound.

I am too sore enpierced with his shaft To soar with his light feathers, and so bound, I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe: Under love's heavy burden do I sink.


I am too sore enpierced with his shaft To soar with his light feathers, and so bound, I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe: Under love's heavy burden do I sink.

And, to sink in it, should you burden love; Too great oppression for a tender thing.


And, to sink in it, should you burden love; Too great oppression for a tender thing.

Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.


Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. Give me a case to put my visage in: A visor for a visor!


If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. Give me a case to put my visage in: A visor for a visor!

what care I What curious eye doth quote deformities? Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.


what care I What curious eye doth quote deformities? Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.

Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in, But every man betake him to his legs.


Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in, But every man betake him to his legs.

A torch for me: let wantons light of heart Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels, For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase; I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.


A torch for me: let wantons light of heart Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels, For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase; I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.

The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.


The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.

Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word: If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!


Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word: If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!


I mean, sir, in delay We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits Five times in that ere once in our five wits.


I mean, sir, in delay We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits Five times in that ere once in our five wits.

And we mean well in going to this mask; But 'tis no wit to go.


And we mean well in going to this mask; But 'tis no wit to go.


In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.


In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.

O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.


O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.

She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;


She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;

Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.


Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.

And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;


And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;

And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, Then dreams, he of another benefice:


And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, Then dreams, he of another benefice:

Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five-fathom deep;


Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five-fathom deep;

and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.


and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.

This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night, And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs, Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:


This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night, And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs, Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:

This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That presses them and learns them first to bear, Making them women of good carriage: This is she--


This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That presses them and learns them first to bear, Making them women of good carriage: This is she--

Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! Thou talk'st of nothing.


Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! Thou talk'st of nothing.

This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves; Supper is done, and we shall come too late.


This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves; Supper is done, and we shall come too late.

I fear, too early: But He, that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.


I fear, too early: But He, that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.


Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!


Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!

When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.


When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.

Away with the joint-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.


Away with the joint-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.


You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the great chamber.


You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the great chamber.

We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.


We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.

Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you. Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all Will now deny to dance?


Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you. Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all Will now deny to dance?

she that makes dainty, She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now? Welcome, gentlemen!


she that makes dainty, She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now? Welcome, gentlemen!

I have seen the day That I have worn a visor and could tell A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone: You are welcome, gentlemen!


I have seen the day That I have worn a visor and could tell A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone: You are welcome, gentlemen!

come, musicians, play. A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls. More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up, And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.


come, musicians, play. A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls. More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up, And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.

Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well. Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet; For you and I are past our dancing days: How long is't now since last yourself and I Were in a mask?


Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well. Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet; For you and I are past our dancing days: How long is't now since last yourself and I Were in a mask?


What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much: 'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio, Come pentecost as quickly as it will, Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.


What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much: 'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio, Come pentecost as quickly as it will, Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.

'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir; His son is thirty.


'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir; His son is thirty.

Will you tell me that? His son was but a ward two years ago.


Will you tell me that? His son was but a ward two years ago.


O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!


O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!

So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.


So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.


Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

This, by his voice, should be a Montague. Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave Come hither, cover'd with an antic face, To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?


This, by his voice, should be a Montague. Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave Come hither, cover'd with an antic face, To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?

Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.


Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.

Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?


Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?

Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe, A villain that is hither come in spite, To scorn at our solemnity this night.


Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe, A villain that is hither come in spite, To scorn at our solemnity this night.


Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone; He bears him like a portly gentleman; And, to say truth, Verona brags of him To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:


Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone; He bears him like a portly gentleman; And, to say truth, Verona brags of him To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:

I would not for the wealth of all the town Here in my house do him disparagement: Therefore be patient, take no note of him:


I would not for the wealth of all the town Here in my house do him disparagement: Therefore be patient, take no note of him:

It is my will, the which if thou respect, Show a fair presence and put off these frowns, And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.


It is my will, the which if thou respect, Show a fair presence and put off these frowns, And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.

It fits, when such a villain is a guest: I'll not endure him.


It fits, when such a villain is a guest: I'll not endure him.

He shall be endured: What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to; Am I the master here, or you? go to. You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul! You'll make a mutiny among my guests!


He shall be endured: What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to; Am I the master here, or you? go to. You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul! You'll make a mutiny among my guests!

You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!


You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!


Go to, go to; You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed? This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what: You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time. Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:


Go to, go to; You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed? This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what: You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time. Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:

Be quiet, or--More light, more light! For shame! I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!


Be quiet, or--More light, more light! For shame! I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!

Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.


Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.


Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.


Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?


Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.


Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.


O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.


Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.

Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.


Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.

Then have my lips the sin that they have took.


Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.


Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.


Madam, your mother craves a word with you.


Marry, bachelor, Her mother is the lady of the house, And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal;


Marry, bachelor, Her mother is the lady of the house, And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal;

I tell you, he that can lay hold of her Shall have the chinks.


I tell you, he that can lay hold of her Shall have the chinks.

Is she a Capulet? O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.


Is she a Capulet? O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.


Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. Is it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night. More torches here!


Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. Is it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night. More torches here!

Come on then, let's to bed. Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late: I'll to my rest.


Come on then, let's to bed. Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late: I'll to my rest.

Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?


Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?


What's he that now is going out of door?


What's he that now is going out of door?

Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.


Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.

What's he that follows there, that would not dance?


What's he that follows there, that would not dance?


Go ask his name: if he be married. My grave is like to be my wedding bed.


Go ask his name: if he be married. My grave is like to be my wedding bed.

His name is Romeo, and a Montague; The only son of your great enemy.


His name is Romeo, and a Montague; The only son of your great enemy.

My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.


My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.


A rhyme I learn'd even now Of one I danced withal.


A rhyme I learn'd even now Of one I danced withal.

Anon, anon! Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.


Anon, anon! Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.

Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groan'd for and would die, With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.


Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groan'd for and would die, With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.

Now Romeo is beloved and loves again, Alike betwitched by the charm of looks, But to his foe supposed he must complain, And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:


Now Romeo is beloved and loves again, Alike betwitched by the charm of looks, But to his foe supposed he must complain, And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:

Being held a foe, he may not have access To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; And she as much in love, her means much less To meet her new-beloved any where:


Being held a foe, he may not have access To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; And she as much in love, her means much less To meet her new-beloved any where:

But passion lends them power, time means, to meet Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.


But passion lends them power, time means, to meet Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.

Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.


Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.


He is wise; And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed.


He is wise; And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed.

He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall: Call, good Mercutio.


He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall: Call, good Mercutio.

Nay, I'll conjure too. Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover! Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh: Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;


Nay, I'll conjure too. Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover! Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh: Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;

' Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, One nick-name for her purblind son and heir, Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!


' Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, One nick-name for her purblind son and heir, Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!

He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not; The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.


He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not; The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.

And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.


And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.

This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle Of some strange nature, letting it there stand Till she had laid it and conjured it down; That were some spite:


This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle Of some strange nature, letting it there stand Till she had laid it and conjured it down; That were some spite:

my invocation Is fair and honest, and in his mistress' name I conjure only but to raise up him.


my invocation Is fair and honest, and in his mistress' name I conjure only but to raise up him.

Come, he hath hid himself among these trees, To be consorted with the humorous night: Blind is his love and best befits the dark.


Come, he hath hid himself among these trees, To be consorted with the humorous night: Blind is his love and best befits the dark.

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he sit under a medlar tree, And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.


If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he sit under a medlar tree, And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.

Romeo, that she were, O, that she were An open et caetera, thou a poperin pear! Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed; This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep: Come, shall we go?


Romeo, that she were, O, that she were An open et caetera, thou a poperin pear! Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed; This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep: Come, shall we go?

Go, then; for 'tis in vain To seek him here that means not to be found.


Go, then; for 'tis in vain To seek him here that means not to be found.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound. But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.


He jests at scars that never felt a wound. But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious;


Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious;

Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?


Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?

Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:


Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:

Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head?


Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head?

The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.


The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.

See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!


See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!


She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel!


She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel!

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.


O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.


'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!


'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!

What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title.


What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title.

Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.


Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.

I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.


I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsel?


What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsel?

By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee; Had I it written, I would tear the word.


By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee; Had I it written, I would tear the word.

My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound: Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?


My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound: Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?

Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.


Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.

How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.


How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.

With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do that dares love attempt; Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.


With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do that dares love attempt; Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.

If they do see thee, they will murder thee.


If they do see thee, they will murder thee.

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.


Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.

I would not for the world they saw thee here.


I would not for the world they saw thee here.

I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; And but thou love me, let them find me here: My life were better ended by their hate, Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.


I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; And but thou love me, let them find me here: My life were better ended by their hate, Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.

By whose direction found'st thou out this place?


By whose direction found'st thou out this place?

By love, who first did prompt me to inquire; He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot;


By love, who first did prompt me to inquire; He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot;

yet, wert thou as far As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.


yet, wert thou as far As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.

Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke:


Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke:

but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries Then say, Jove laughs.


but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries Then say, Jove laughs.

O gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.


O gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.

In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.


In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.

I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, My true love's passion:


I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, My true love's passion:

therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered.


therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered.

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


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

O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.


O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.


Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.


Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;


Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;

Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.


Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.

Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast!


Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast!


What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?


What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?

The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.


The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.

I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet I would it were to give again.


I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet I would it were to give again.

Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?


Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?

But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep;


But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep;

the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite. I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu! Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little, I will come again.


the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite. I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu! Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little, I will come again.

O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard. Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.


O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard. Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.

Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.


Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.

If that thy bent of love be honourable, Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, By one that I'll procure to come to thee, Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;


If that thy bent of love be honourable, Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, By one that I'll procure to come to thee, Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;

And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay And follow thee my lord throughout the world.


And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay And follow thee my lord throughout the world.


I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well, I do beseech thee--


By and by, I come:-- To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief: To-morrow will I send.


A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.


A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice, To lure this tassel-gentle back again! Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;


Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice, To lure this tassel-gentle back again! Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;

Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine, With repetition of my Romeo's name.


Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine, With repetition of my Romeo's name.

It is my soul that calls upon my name: How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears!


It is my soul that calls upon my name: How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears!


At what o'clock to-morrow Shall I send to thee?


I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then. I have forgot why I did call thee back.


I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then. I have forgot why I did call thee back.

Let me stand here till thou remember it.


Let me stand here till thou remember it.

I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, Remembering how I love thy company.


I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, Remembering how I love thy company.

And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this.


And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this.

'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird;


'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird;

Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.


Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.


Sweet, so would I: Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.


Sweet, so would I: Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell, His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.


Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell, His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.

The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light, And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels:


The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light, And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels:

Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye, The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry, I must up-fill this osier cage of ours With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.


Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye, The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry, I must up-fill this osier cage of ours With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.

The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb;


The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb;

What is her burying grave that is her womb, And from her womb children of divers kind We sucking on her natural bosom find, Many for many virtues excellent, None but for some and yet all different.


What is her burying grave that is her womb, And from her womb children of divers kind We sucking on her natural bosom find, Many for many virtues excellent, None but for some and yet all different.

O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:


O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:

For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give, Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:


For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give, Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; And vice sometimes by action dignified. Within the infant rind of this small flower Poison hath residence and medicine power:


Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; And vice sometimes by action dignified. Within the infant rind of this small flower Poison hath residence and medicine power:

For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. Two such opposed kings encamp them still In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will;


For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. Two such opposed kings encamp them still In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will;

And where the worser is predominant, Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.


And where the worser is predominant, Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.


Benedicite! What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper'd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:


Benedicite! What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper'd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign:


Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign:

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


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

That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine.


That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine.

God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline?


God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline?

With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no; I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.


With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no; I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.

That's my good son: but where hast thou been, then?


That's my good son: but where hast thou been, then?

I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. I have been feasting with mine enemy, Where on a sudden one hath wounded me, That's by me wounded: both our remedies Within thy help and holy physic lies:


I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. I have been feasting with mine enemy, Where on a sudden one hath wounded me, That's by me wounded: both our remedies Within thy help and holy physic lies:

I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo, My intercession likewise steads my foe.


I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo, My intercession likewise steads my foe.

Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.


Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.

Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; And all combined, save what thou must combine By holy marriage:


Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; And all combined, save what thou must combine By holy marriage:

when and where and how We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow, I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, That thou consent to marry us to-day.


when and where and how We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow, I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, That thou consent to marry us to-day.

Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here! Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.


Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here! Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.

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


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

The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears; Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet:


The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears; Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet:

If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine, Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline: And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then, Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.


If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine, Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline: And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then, Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.

Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.


Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.


Not in a grave, To lay one in, another out to have.


Not in a grave, To lay one in, another out to have.

I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now Doth grace for grace and love for love allow; The other did not so.


I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now Doth grace for grace and love for love allow; The other did not so.

O, she knew well Thy love did read by rote and could not spell. But come, young waverer, come, go with me, In one respect I'll thy assistant be;


O, she knew well Thy love did read by rote and could not spell. But come, young waverer, come, go with me, In one respect I'll thy assistant be;

For this alliance may so happy prove, To turn your households' rancour to pure love.


For this alliance may so happy prove, To turn your households' rancour to pure love.

O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.


O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.

Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.


Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.

Where the devil should this Romeo be? Came he not home to-night?


Where the devil should this Romeo be? Came he not home to-night?

Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.


Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.

Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline. Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.


Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline. Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.

Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, Hath sent a letter to his father's house.


Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, Hath sent a letter to his father's house.


Any man that can write may answer a letter.


Any man that can write may answer a letter.

Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he dares, being dared.


Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he dares, being dared.

Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead; stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft:


Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead; stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft:


More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and proportion;


More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and proportion;

rests me his minim rest, one, two, and the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the very first house, of the first and second cause:


rests me his minim rest, one, two, and the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the very first house, of the first and second cause:

ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the hai!


ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the hai!


The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! 'By Jesu, a very good blade! a very tall man! a very good whore! O, their bones, their bones!


Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a kitchen-wench;


Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a kitchen-wench;

marry, she had a better love to be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy; Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior Romeo, bon jour!


marry, she had a better love to be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy; Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior Romeo, bon jour!

there's a French salutation to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night.


there's a French salutation to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night.

Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?


Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?

The ship, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?


The ship, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?

Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.


Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.

That's as much as to say, such a case as yours constrains a man to bow in the hams.


That's as much as to say, such a case as yours constrains a man to bow in the hams.


Well said: follow me this jest now till thou hast worn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular.


Well said: follow me this jest now till thou hast worn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular.

O single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness.


O single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness.

Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint.


Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint.

Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match.


Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match.

Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five: was I with you there for the goose?


Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five: was I with you there for the goose?

Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast not there for the goose.


Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast not there for the goose.

I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.


I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.


Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.


Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.

And is it not well served in to a sweet goose?


And is it not well served in to a sweet goose?

O here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad!


O here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad!

I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.


I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.

Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:


Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:

for this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole.


for this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole.


Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.


Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.

Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.


Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.

O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short: for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer.


O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short: for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer.


Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the fairer face.


'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon.


One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to mar.


One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to mar.

By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,' quoth a'? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo?


By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,' quoth a'? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo?

I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when you have found him than he was when you sought him: I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.


I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when you have found him than he was when you sought him: I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.


Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith; wisely, wisely.


Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith; wisely, wisely.

if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you.


if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you.


No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.


No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.

An old hare hoar, And an old hare hoar, Is very good meat in lent But a hare that is hoar Is too much for a score, When it hoars ere it be spent. Romeo, will you come to your father's?


An old hare hoar, And an old hare hoar, Is very good meat in lent But a hare that is hoar Is too much for a score, When it hoars ere it be spent. Romeo, will you come to your father's?


Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, 'lady, lady, lady.'


Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, 'lady, lady, lady.'

Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?


Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?

A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.


A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.

An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills;


An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills;

I am none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?


I am none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?

I saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side.


I saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side.

Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you out;


Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you out;

what she bade me say, I will keep to myself: but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behavior, as they say:


what she bade me say, I will keep to myself: but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behavior, as they say:

for the gentlewoman is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.


for the gentlewoman is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.

Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto thee--


Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto thee--

Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much: Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman.


Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much: Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman.

What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me.


What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me.

I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.


I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.

Bid her devise Some means to come to shrift this afternoon; And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains.


Bid her devise Some means to come to shrift this afternoon; And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains.


This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there.


This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there.

And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall: Within this hour my man shall be with thee And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair;


And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall: Within this hour my man shall be with thee And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair;

Which to the high top-gallant of my joy Must be my convoy in the secret night. Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains: Farewell; commend me to thy mistress.


Which to the high top-gallant of my joy Must be my convoy in the secret night. Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains: Farewell; commend me to thy mistress.

Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir.


Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir.


Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say, Two may keep counsel, putting one away?


Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say, Two may keep counsel, putting one away?

I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel.


I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel.

Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady--Lord, Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing:--O, there is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard;


Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady--Lord, Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing:--O, there is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard;

but she, good soul, had as lief see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer man;


but she, good soul, had as lief see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer man;

but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the versal world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?


but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the versal world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?

Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R.


Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R.

Ah. mocker! that's the dog's name; R is for the--No; I know it begins with some other letter:--and she hath the prettiest sententious of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it.


Ah. mocker! that's the dog's name; R is for the--No; I know it begins with some other letter:--and she hath the prettiest sententious of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it.


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