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Enter Romeo.[905]
Rom. Father, what news? what is the prince's doom?[906]
What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,[907] 5
That I yet know not?
What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,[907] 5
That I yet know not?
Fri. L. Too familiar
Is my dear son with such sour company:[908]
I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.
Is my dear son with such sour company:[908]
I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.
Rom. What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom?[909]
Fri. L. A gentler judgement vanish'd from his lips,[910] 10
Not body's death, but body's banishment.
Not body's death, but body's banishment.
Rom. Ha, banishment! be merciful, say 'death;'
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more than death: do not say 'banishment.'[911]
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more than death: do not say 'banishment.'[911]
Fri. L. Here from Verona art thou banished:[912] 15
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
Rom. There is no world without Verona walls,[913]
But purgatory, torture, hell itself.[914]
Hence banished is banish'd from the world,[915]
And world's exile is death: then 'banished'[916][917][918] 20
Is death mis-term'd: calling death 'banished,'[917][919]
Thou cut'st my head off with a golden axe
And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.[920]
But purgatory, torture, hell itself.[914]
Hence banished is banish'd from the world,[915]
And world's exile is death: then 'banished'[916][917][918] 20
Is death mis-term'd: calling death 'banished,'[917][919]
Thou cut'st my head off with a golden axe
And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.[920]
Fri. L. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince, 25
Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,[921]
And turn'd that black word death to banishment:
This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.[922]
Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince, 25
Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,[921]
And turn'd that black word death to banishment:
This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.[922]
Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,
Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog 30
And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
Live here in heaven and may look on her,[923]
But Romeo may not: more validity,
More honourable state, more courtship lives
In carrion-flies than Romeo: they may seize 35
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand,
And steal immortal blessing from her lips;[924]
Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,[925][926]
Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;[926][927]
But Romeo may not; he is banished:[926][928] 40
This may flies do, but I from this must fly:[926][928]
They are free men, but I am banished:[926][928]
And say'st thou yet, that exile is not death?[926][928]
Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife,[926][929]
No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,[926] 45
But 'banished' to kill me?—'Banished'?[926]
O friar, the damned use that word in hell;
Howling attends it: how hast thou the heart,[930]
Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,[931] 50
To mangle me with that word 'banished'?[932]
Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog 30
And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
Live here in heaven and may look on her,[923]
But Romeo may not: more validity,
More honourable state, more courtship lives
In carrion-flies than Romeo: they may seize 35
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand,
And steal immortal blessing from her lips;[924]
Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,[925][926]
Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;[926][927]
But Romeo may not; he is banished:[926][928] 40
This may flies do, but I from this must fly:[926][928]
They are free men, but I am banished:[926][928]
And say'st thou yet, that exile is not death?[926][928]
Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife,[926][929]
No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,[926] 45
But 'banished' to kill me?—'Banished'?[926]
O friar, the damned use that word in hell;
Howling attends it: how hast thou the heart,[930]
Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,[931] 50
To mangle me with that word 'banished'?[932]
Fri. L. Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.[933]
Fri. L. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word;[934]
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, 55
To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, 55
To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
Rom. Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy!
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom,
It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more.[935] 60
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom,
It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more.[935] 60
Fr. L. O, then I see that madmen have no ears.[936]
Rom. How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?[937]
Fr. L. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.[938]
Rom. Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:[939]
Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,[940] 65
An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,[941]
Doting like me, and like me banished,
Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,[942]
And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
Taking the measure of an unmade grave.[943] [Knocking within.70
Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,[940] 65
An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,[941]
Doting like me, and like me banished,
Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,[942]
And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
Taking the measure of an unmade grave.[943] [Knocking within.70
Fri. L. Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.[944]
Rom. Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick groans[945][946]
Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes.[945][947] [Knocking.
Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes.[945][947] [Knocking.
Fri. L. Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, arise;[945][948]
Thou wilt be taken.—Stay awhile!—Stand up;[949] [Knocking.75
Run to my study.—By and by! God's will,
What simpleness is this!—I come, I come![950] [Knocking.
Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will?[951]
Thou wilt be taken.—Stay awhile!—Stand up;[949] [Knocking.75
Run to my study.—By and by! God's will,
What simpleness is this!—I come, I come![950] [Knocking.
Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will?[951]
Nurse. [Within] Let me come in, and you shall know my errand;[952]
I come from Lady Juliet.
I come from Lady Juliet.
Fri. L. Welcome, then.[953] 80
Enter Nurse.
Nurse. O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,
Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo?[954]
Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo?[954]
Fri. L. There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.[955]
Nurse. O, he is even in my mistress' case,[956]
Just in her case!
Just in her case!
Nurse. Even so lies she,[958]
Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.
Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man:[959][960]
For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;[959]
Why should you fall into so deep an O?[961] 90
Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.
Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man:[959][960]
For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;[959]
Why should you fall into so deep an O?[961] 90
Rom. Nurse![961]
Nurse. Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death's the end of all.[962]
Rom. Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her?[963]
Doth she not think me an old murderer,[964]
Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy[965] 95
With blood removed but little from her own?
Where is she? and how doth she? and what says[966]
My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?[967]
Doth she not think me an old murderer,[964]
Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy[965] 95
With blood removed but little from her own?
Where is she? and how doth she? and what says[966]
My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?[967]
Nurse. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;
And now falls on her bed; and then starts up, 100
And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,[968]
And then down falls again.
And now falls on her bed; and then starts up, 100
And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,[968]
And then down falls again.
Rom. As if that name,[969]
Shot from the deadly level of a gun,[969][970]
Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand
Murder'd her kinsman. O, tell me, friar, tell me,[971] 105
In what vile part of this anatomy[972]
Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack
The hateful mansion.[973] [Drawing his sword.
Shot from the deadly level of a gun,[969][970]
Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand
Murder'd her kinsman. O, tell me, friar, tell me,[971] 105
In what vile part of this anatomy[972]
Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack
The hateful mansion.[973] [Drawing his sword.
Fri. L. Hold thy desperate hand:
Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art:
Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote[974] 110
The unreasonable fury of a beast:
Unseemly woman in a seeming man![975]
Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both![975][976]
Thou hast amazed me: by my holy order,
I thought thy disposition better temper'd. 115
Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?
And slay thy lady that in thy life lives,[977]
By doing damned hate upon thyself?[978]
Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven and earth?[978][979]
Since birth and heaven and earth, all three do meet[978][980] 120
In thee at once, which thou at once wouldst lose.[978][120][981]
Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit;[978]
Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all,[978][982]
And usest none in that true use indeed[978]
Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit:[978] 125
Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,[978]
Digressing from the valour of a man;[978][983]
Thy dear love sworn, but hollow perjury,[978]
Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish;[978]
Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,[978] 130
Mis-shapen in the conduct of them both,[978]
Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask,[978][984]
Is set a-fire by thine own ignorance,[978][985]
And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.[978]
What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive, 135
For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;
There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
But thou slew'st Tybalt; there art thou happy too:[986]
The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend,[987]
And turns it to exile; there art thou happy:[988] 140
A pack of blessings lights upon thy back;[989]
Happiness courts thee in her best array;
But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,[990]
Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:[991]
Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. 145
Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her:
But look thou stay not till the watch be set,
For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
Where thou shalt live till we can find a time 150
To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
Beg pardon of the prince and call thee back[992]
With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.
Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady, 155
And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto:
Romeo is coming.
Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art:
Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote[974] 110
The unreasonable fury of a beast:
Unseemly woman in a seeming man![975]
Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both![975][976]
Thou hast amazed me: by my holy order,
I thought thy disposition better temper'd. 115
Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?
And slay thy lady that in thy life lives,[977]
By doing damned hate upon thyself?[978]
Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven and earth?[978][979]
Since birth and heaven and earth, all three do meet[978][980] 120
In thee at once, which thou at once wouldst lose.[978][120][981]
Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit;[978]
Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all,[978][982]
And usest none in that true use indeed[978]
Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit:[978] 125
Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,[978]
Digressing from the valour of a man;[978][983]
Thy dear love sworn, but hollow perjury,[978]
Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish;[978]
Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,[978] 130
Mis-shapen in the conduct of them both,[978]
Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask,[978][984]
Is set a-fire by thine own ignorance,[978][985]
And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.[978]
What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive, 135
For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;
There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
But thou slew'st Tybalt; there art thou happy too:[986]
The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend,[987]
And turns it to exile; there art thou happy:[988] 140
A pack of blessings lights upon thy back;[989]
Happiness courts thee in her best array;
But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,[990]
Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:[991]
Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. 145
Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her:
But look thou stay not till the watch be set,
For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
Where thou shalt live till we can find a time 150
To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
Beg pardon of the prince and call thee back[992]
With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.
Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady, 155
And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto:
Romeo is coming.
Nurse. O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night[993]
To hear good counsel: O, what learning is![994] 160
My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.
To hear good counsel: O, what learning is![994] 160
My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.
Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.
Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir:[995]
Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.[996] [Exit.
Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.[996] [Exit.
Rom. How well my comfort is revived by this! 165
Fri. Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state:[997][998]
Either be gone before the watch be set,[997]
Or by the break of day disguised from hence:[997][999]
Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
And he shall signify from time to time 170
Every good hap to you that chances here:
Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night.
Either be gone before the watch be set,[997]
Or by the break of day disguised from hence:[997][999]
Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
And he shall signify from time to time 170
Every good hap to you that chances here:
Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night.
Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
It were a grief, so brief to part with thee:
Farewell.[1000] [Exeunt. 175
It were a grief, so brief to part with thee:
Farewell.[1000] [Exeunt. 175
Scene IV. A room in Capulet's house.[1001]
Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris.[1002]
Cap. Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily
That we have had no time to move our daughter.[1003]
Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly,
And so did I. Well, we were born to die.
'Tis very late; she'll not come down to-night: 5
I promise you, but for your company,[1004]
I would have been a-bed an hour ago.[1004][1005]
That we have had no time to move our daughter.[1003]
Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly,
And so did I. Well, we were born to die.
'Tis very late; she'll not come down to-night: 5
I promise you, but for your company,[1004]
I would have been a-bed an hour ago.[1004][1005]
Par. These times of woe afford no time to woo.[1006]
Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.
Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.
La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;[1007] 10
To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness.[1007][1008]
To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness.[1007][1008]
Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender[1009]
Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled[1010]
In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not.[1011]
Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; 15
Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love;[1012]
And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next—[1013][1014]
But, soft! what day is this?
Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled[1010]
In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not.[1011]
Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; 15
Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love;[1012]
And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next—[1013][1014]
But, soft! what day is this?
Par. Monday, my lord.
Cap. Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon;[1014]
O' Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her,[1015][1016] 20
She shall be married to this noble earl.[1015]
Will you be ready? do you like this haste?[1015]
We'll keep no great ado; a friend or two;[1017]
For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,
It may be thought we held him carelessly, 25
Being our kinsman, if we revel much:
Therefore we'll have some half-a-dozen friends,
And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?[1018]
O' Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her,[1015][1016] 20
She shall be married to this noble earl.[1015]
Will you be ready? do you like this haste?[1015]
We'll keep no great ado; a friend or two;[1017]
For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,
It may be thought we held him carelessly, 25
Being our kinsman, if we revel much:
Therefore we'll have some half-a-dozen friends,
And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?[1018]
Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.[1019]
Cap. Well, get you gone: o' Thursday be it then.[1020] 30
Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,[1021]
Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.
Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho!
Afore me, it is so very very late,[1022]
That we may call it early by and by:[1022][1023] 35
Good night.[1024] [Exeunt.
Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,[1021]
Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.
Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho!
Afore me, it is so very very late,[1022]
That we may call it early by and by:[1022][1023] 35
Good night.[1024] [Exeunt.
Scene V. Capulet's orchard.[1025]
Enter Romeo and Juliet, above, at the window.[1026]
Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:[1027]
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate-tree:[1028]
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. 5
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate-tree:[1028]
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. 5
Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn,[1029]
No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day[1030]
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops:[1031] 10
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day[1030]
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops:[1031] 10
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Jul. Yond light is not day-light, I know it, I:[1032]
It is some meteor that the sun exhales,[1033]
To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua: 15
Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone.[1034]
It is some meteor that the sun exhales,[1033]
To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua: 15
Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone.[1034]
Rom. Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;[1035]
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.[1035]
I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,[1035][1036]
'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;[1035][1037] 20
Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat[1035][1038]
The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:[1035][1039]
I have more care to stay than will to go:[1035][1040]
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
How is't, my soul? let's talk: it is not day.[1041] 25
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.[1035]
I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,[1035][1036]
'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;[1035][1037] 20
Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat[1035][1038]
The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:[1035][1039]
I have more care to stay than will to go:[1035][1040]
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
How is't, my soul? let's talk: it is not day.[1041] 25
Jul. It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away!
It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
Some say the lark makes sweet division;
This doth not so, for she divideth us: 30
Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes;[1042]
O, now I would they had changed voices too![1043]
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,[1044]
Hunting thee hence with hunts-up to the day.[1044][1045]
O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.[1046] 35
It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
Some say the lark makes sweet division;
This doth not so, for she divideth us: 30
Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes;[1042]
O, now I would they had changed voices too![1043]
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,[1044]
Hunting thee hence with hunts-up to the day.[1044][1045]
O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.[1046] 35
Rom. More light and light: more dark and dark our woes![1047]
Enter Nurse, to the chamber.[1048]