Scene V.

Romeo.What, shallthis speechbe spoke for our excuse?Or shall we on without apology?Benvolio.The date is outof such prolixity.We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,Bearing a Tartar's paintedbow of lath,Scaring the ladies like acrow-keeper;Nor nowithout-book prologue, faintly spokeAfter the prompter, for ourentrance.But let them measure us by what they will,10We'll measure thema measure,and be gone.Romeo.Give mea torch; I am not for this ambling.Being but heavy, I will bearthe light.Mercutio.Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.Romeo.Not I, believe me. You have dancing shoesWith nimble soles; I have asoulof leadSo stakes me to the ground I cannot move.Mercutio.You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,And soar with them above a common bound.Romeo.I am too soreenpiercedwith his shaft20To soar with his light feathers, and, sobound,I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe;Under love's heavy burden do I sink.Mercutio.And, to sink in it, should you burden love;Too great oppression for a tender thing.Romeo.Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.Mercutio.If love be rough with you, be rough with love;Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.—Give me a caseto put my visage in;[Putting on a mask]30A visor for a visor! what care IWhat curious eye dothquotedeformities?Here are thebeetle-browsshall blush for me.Benvolio.Come, knock and enter; and no sooner inBut every man betake him to his legs.Romeo.A torch for me; let wantons light of heartTickle the senselessrusheswith their heels,ForI am proverb'dwith a grandsire phrase:I'll be a candle-holder and look on.The gamewas ne'er so fair, and I am done.40Mercutio.Tut,dun's the mouse, the constable's own word;If thou art Dun, we'll draw thee from the mireOf thissir-reverencelove, wherein thou stick'stUp to the ears.—Come, weburn daylight, ho!Romeo.Nay, that's not so.Mercutio.I mean, sir, in delayWe wasteour lights in vain, like lamps by day.Take our good meaning, for our judgment sitsFive times in that ere once in ourfive wits.Romeo.And we mean well in going to this mask;But 'tis no wit to go.Mercutio.Why, may one ask?Romeo.I dreamt a dreamto-night.50Mercutio.And so did I.Romeo.Well, what was yours?Mercutio.That dreamers often lie.Romeo.In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.Mercutio.O, then, I seeQueen Mabhath been with you.She isthe fairies' midwife, and she comesIn shapeno biggerthan an agate-stoneOn the fore-finger of an alderman,Drawn with a team of littleatomiesAthwart men's noses as they lie asleep;Her waggon-spokes made of longspinners'legs,60The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,The traces of the smallest spider's web,The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,Her waggoner a small grey-coated gnat,Not half so big as a round littlewormPrick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;Her chariotis an empty hazel-nutMade by the joiner squirrel or old grub,Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.70And in this state she gallops night by nightThrough lover's brains, and then they dream of love;O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight;O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees;O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,Because their breaths withsweetmeatstainted are.Sometime she gallops o'era courtier's nose,And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;Andsometimecomes she with a tithe-pig's tail80Tickling 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,Ofhealthsfive-fathom deep; and then anonDrums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,And being thus frighted swears a prayer or twoAnd sleeps again. This is that very MabThatplats the manesof horses in the night,90And bakes theelf-locksin foul sluttish hairs,Whichonce untangled much misfortune bodes.This is she—Romeo.Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!Thou talk'st of nothing.Mercutio.True, I talk of dreams,Which are the children of an idle brain,Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,Which is as thin of substance as the air,And more inconstant than the wind,whowooesEven now the frozen bosom of the North,And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,100Turning his face to the dew-dropping South.Benvolio.This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves;Supper is done, and we shall come too late.Romeo.I fear, too early; formy mind misgivesSome consequence, yet hanging in the stars,Shall bitterly begin his fearfuldateWith this night's revels, andexpirethe termOf a despised lifeclos'din my breastBy some vile forfeit of untimely death,But He that hath the steerage of my course110Direct my sail!—On, lusty gentlemen.Benvolio.Strike, drum.[Exeunt.

Romeo.What, shallthis speechbe spoke for our excuse?Or shall we on without apology?

Romeo.What, shallthis speechbe spoke for our excuse?

Or shall we on without apology?

Benvolio.The date is outof such prolixity.We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,Bearing a Tartar's paintedbow of lath,Scaring the ladies like acrow-keeper;Nor nowithout-book prologue, faintly spokeAfter the prompter, for ourentrance.But let them measure us by what they will,10We'll measure thema measure,and be gone.

Benvolio.The date is outof such prolixity.

We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,

Bearing a Tartar's paintedbow of lath,

Scaring the ladies like acrow-keeper;

Nor nowithout-book prologue, faintly spoke

After the prompter, for ourentrance

But let them measure us by what they will,

We'll measure thema measure,and be gone.

Romeo.Give mea torch; I am not for this ambling.Being but heavy, I will bearthe light.

Romeo.Give mea torch; I am not for this ambling.

Being but heavy, I will bearthe light.

Mercutio.Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.

Romeo.Not I, believe me. You have dancing shoesWith nimble soles; I have asoulof leadSo stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

Romeo.Not I, believe me. You have dancing shoes

With nimble soles; I have asoulof lead

So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

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

Mercutio.You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,

And soar with them above a common bound.

Romeo.I am too soreenpiercedwith his shaft20To soar with his light feathers, and, sobound,I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe;Under love's heavy burden do I sink.

Romeo.I am too soreenpiercedwith his shaft

To soar with his light feathers, and, sobound,

I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe;

Under love's heavy burden do I sink.

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

Mercutio.And, to sink in it, should you burden love;

Too great oppression for a tender thing.

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

Romeo.Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,

Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

Mercutio.If love be rough with you, be rough with love;Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.—Give me a caseto put my visage in;[Putting on a mask]30A visor for a visor! what care IWhat curious eye dothquotedeformities?Here are thebeetle-browsshall blush for me.

Mercutio.If love be rough with you, be rough with love;

Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.—

Give me a caseto put my visage in;[Putting on a mask]

A visor for a visor! what care I

What curious eye dothquotedeformities?

Here are thebeetle-browsshall blush for me.

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

Benvolio.Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in

But every man betake him to his legs.

Romeo.A torch for me; let wantons light of heartTickle the senselessrusheswith their heels,ForI am proverb'dwith a grandsire phrase:I'll be a candle-holder and look on.The gamewas ne'er so fair, and I am done.

Romeo.A torch for me; let wantons light of heart

Tickle the senselessrusheswith their heels,

ForI am proverb'dwith a grandsire phrase:

I'll be a candle-holder and look on.

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

40Mercutio.Tut,dun's the mouse, the constable's own word;If thou art Dun, we'll draw thee from the mireOf thissir-reverencelove, wherein thou stick'stUp to the ears.—Come, weburn daylight, ho!

Mercutio.Tut,dun's the mouse, the constable's own word;

If thou art Dun, we'll draw thee from the mire

Of thissir-reverencelove, wherein thou stick'st

Up to the ears.—Come, weburn daylight, ho!

Romeo.Nay, that's not so.

Mercutio.I mean, sir, in delayWe wasteour lights in vain, like lamps by day.Take our good meaning, for our judgment sitsFive times in that ere once in ourfive wits.

Mercutio.I mean, sir, in delay

We wasteour lights in vain, like lamps by day.

Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits

Five times in that ere once in ourfive wits.

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

Romeo.And we mean well in going to this mask;

But 'tis no wit to go.

Mercutio.Why, may one ask?

Romeo.I dreamt a dreamto-night.

50Mercutio.And so did I.

Mercutio.And so did I.

Romeo.Well, what was yours?

Mercutio.That dreamers often lie.

Romeo.In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.

Mercutio.O, then, I seeQueen Mabhath been with you.She isthe fairies' midwife, and she comesIn shapeno biggerthan an agate-stoneOn the fore-finger of an alderman,Drawn with a team of littleatomiesAthwart men's noses as they lie asleep;Her waggon-spokes made of longspinners'legs,60The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,The traces of the smallest spider's web,The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,Her waggoner a small grey-coated gnat,Not half so big as a round littlewormPrick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;Her chariotis an empty hazel-nutMade by the joiner squirrel or old grub,Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.70And in this state she gallops night by nightThrough lover's brains, and then they dream of love;O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight;O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees;O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,Because their breaths withsweetmeatstainted are.Sometime she gallops o'era courtier's nose,And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;Andsometimecomes she with a tithe-pig's tail80Tickling 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,Ofhealthsfive-fathom deep; and then anonDrums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,And being thus frighted swears a prayer or twoAnd sleeps again. This is that very MabThatplats the manesof horses in the night,90And bakes theelf-locksin foul sluttish hairs,Whichonce untangled much misfortune bodes.This is she—

Mercutio.O, then, I seeQueen Mabhath been with you.

She isthe fairies' midwife, and she comes

In shapeno biggerthan an agate-stone

On the fore-finger of an alderman,

Drawn with a team of littleatomies

Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;

Her waggon-spokes made of longspinners'legs,

The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,

The traces of the smallest spider's web,

The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,

Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,

Her waggoner a small grey-coated gnat,

Not half so big as a round littleworm

Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;

Her chariotis 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 lover's brains, and then they dream of love;

O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight;

O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees;

O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,

Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,

Because their breaths withsweetmeatstainted are.

Sometime she gallops o'era courtier's nose,

And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;

Andsometimecomes 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,

Ofhealthsfive-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. This is that very Mab

Thatplats the manesof horses in the night,

And bakes theelf-locksin foul sluttish hairs,

Whichonce untangled much misfortune bodes.

This is she—

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

Romeo.Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!

Thou talk'st of nothing.

Mercutio.True, I talk of dreams,Which are the children of an idle brain,Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,Which is as thin of substance as the air,And more inconstant than the wind,whowooesEven now the frozen bosom of the North,And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,100Turning his face to the dew-dropping South.

Mercutio.True, I talk of dreams,

Which are the children of an idle brain,

Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,

Which is as thin of substance as the air,

And more inconstant than the wind,whowooes

Even now the frozen bosom of the North,

And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,

Turning his face to the dew-dropping South.

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

Benvolio.This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves;

Supper is done, and we shall come too late.

Romeo.I fear, too early; formy mind misgivesSome consequence, yet hanging in the stars,Shall bitterly begin his fearfuldateWith this night's revels, andexpirethe termOf a despised lifeclos'din my breastBy some vile forfeit of untimely death,But He that hath the steerage of my course110Direct my sail!—On, lusty gentlemen.

Romeo.I fear, too early; formy mind misgives

Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars,

Shall bitterly begin his fearfuldate

With this night's revels, andexpirethe term

Of a despised lifeclos'din my breast

By some vile forfeit of untimely death,

But He that hath the steerage of my course

Direct my sail!—On, lusty gentlemen.

Benvolio.Strike, drum.[Exeunt.

A Hall in Capulet's House

Musicianswaiting.EnterServingmenwith napkins

1Servingman.Where's Potpan, that he helps notto take away? Heshift a trencher! he scrape atrencher!2Servingman.When good manners shall lie allin one or two men's hands and they unwashed too,'tis a foul thing.1Servingman.Away with thejoint-stools, removethecourt-cupboard, look to the plate.—Good thou,save me a piece ofmarchpane; and, as thou lovest10me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone andNell.—Antony!—and Potpan!2Servingman.Ay, boy, ready.1Servingman.You are looked for and called for,asked for and sought for, in the great chamber.2Servingman.We cannot be here and there too.—Cheerly, boys; be brisk a while, andthe longerliver take all.EnterCapulet,withJulietand others of his house,meeting theGuestsandMaskers

1Servingman.Where's Potpan, that he helps notto take away? Heshift a trencher! he scrape atrencher!

2Servingman.When good manners shall lie allin one or two men's hands and they unwashed too,'tis a foul thing.

1Servingman.Away with thejoint-stools, removethecourt-cupboard, look to the plate.—Good thou,save me a piece ofmarchpane; and, as thou lovest10me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone andNell.—Antony!—and Potpan!

2Servingman.Ay, boy, ready.

1Servingman.You are looked for and called for,asked for and sought for, in the great chamber.

2Servingman.We cannot be here and there too.—Cheerly, boys; be brisk a while, andthe longerliver take all.

EnterCapulet,withJulietand others of his house,meeting theGuestsandMaskers

Capulet.Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have theirtoesUnplagu'd with corns will have a bout with you.—20Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you allWill nowdenyto dance? she that makes dainty,She, I'll swear, hath corns;am I come near ye now?—Welcome, gentlemen!I have seen the dayThat I have worn a visor and could tellA 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.—[Music plays, and they dance.More light, you knaves; andturn the tables up,30And quenchthe fire, the room is grown too hot.—Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.—Nay, sit, nay, sit, goodcousinCapulet,For you and I are past our dancing days.How long is 't now since last yourself and IWere in a mask?2 Capulet.By 'r lady, thirty years.Capulet.What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much!'Tis since thenuptialof Lucentio,Come Pentecost as quickly as it will,Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.402 Capulet.'Tis more, 'tis more! His son is elder, sir;His son is thirty.Capulet.Will you tell me that?His son was but a ward two years ago.Romeo.[To a Servingman]What lady is that, which doth enrich the handOf yonder knight?Servingman.I know not, sir.Romeo.O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!Her beauty hangsupon the cheek of nightLike a rich jewel in anEthiope's ear;Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!50So shows a snowy dove trooping with crowsAs 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!ForI ne'er sawtrue beauty till this night.Tybalt.This, by his voice, should be a Montague.—Fetch me my rapier, boy.—What daresthe slaveCome hither, cover'd with anantic face,Tofleerand scorn at our solemnity?60Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.Capulet.Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?Tybalt.Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,A villain that is hither comein spite,To scorn at our solemnity this night.Capulet.Young Romeo is it?Tybalt.'Tis he, that villain Romeo.Capulet.Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone.He bears him like aportlygentleman;And, to say truth, Verona brags of him70To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth.I would not for the wealth of all the townHere in my housedo 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,An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.Tybalt.It fitswhen such a villain is a guest;I'll not endure him.Capulet.He shall be endur'd;What, goodman boy! I say he shall. Go to;80Am 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 setcock-a-hoop!you'll be the man!Tybalt.Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.CapuletGo to, go to;You are a saucy boy.—Is 't so, indeed?—This trick may chance toscatheyou,—I know what.You mustcontraryme! marry, 'tis time.—Well said, my hearts!—You are a princox; go!Be quiet, or—More light, more light!—For shame!90I'll make you quiet. What!—Cheerly, my hearts!Tybalt.Patience perforcewith wilful choler meetingMakes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.I will withdraw; but this intrusion shall,Now seeming sweet,convertto bitter gall.[Exit.Romeo.[To Juliet]If I profane with my unworthiest handThis holy shrine, thegentle fineis this:My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready standTo smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.Juliet.Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,100Which mannerly devotion shows in this;For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.Romeo.Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?Juliet.Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.Romeo.O, then, dear saint,let lips dowhat hands do;They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.Juliet.Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.Romeo.Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.Thus from my lips by thine my sin is purg'd.[Kissing her.Juliet.Then have my lips the sin that they have took.Romeo.Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd!Give me my sin again.112Juliet.You kiss by the book.Nurse.Madam, your mother craves a word with you.Romeo.Whatis her mother?Nurse.Marry, bachelor,Her mother is the lady of the house,And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous.I nurs'd her daughter that you talk'd withal;I tell you, he that can lay hold of herShall have the chinks.Romeo.Is she a Capulet?120O dear account!my lifeis my foe's debt.Benvolio.Away, be gone; the sport is at the best.Romeo.Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.Capulet.Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;We have a triflingfoolishbanquet towards.—Isit 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.[Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse.Juliet.Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?131Nurse.The son and heir of old Tiberio.Juliet.What's he that now is going out of door?Nurse.Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio.Juliet.What's he that follows there, that would not dance?Nurse.I know not.Juliet.Go, ask his name.—If he be married,My grave is like to be my wedding bed.Nurse.His name is Romeo, and a Montague,The only son of your great enemy.140Juliet.My only love sprung from my only hate!Too early seen unknown, and known too late!Prodigiousbirth of love it is to me,That I must love a loathed enemy.Nurse.What's this? what's this?Juliet.A rhyme I learn'd even nowOf one I danc'd withal.[One calls within'Juliet.'Nurse.Anon, anon!—Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.[Exeunt.

Capulet.Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have theirtoes

Unplagu'd with corns will have a bout with you.—

Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all

Will nowdenyto dance? 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!—Come, musicians, play.—

A hall, a hall!give room! and foot it, girls.—[Music plays, and they dance.

More light, you knaves; andturn the tables up,30And quenchthe fire, the room is grown too hot.—Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.—Nay, sit, nay, sit, goodcousinCapulet,For you and I are past our dancing days.How long is 't now since last yourself and IWere in a mask?

More light, you knaves; andturn the tables up,

And quenchthe fire, the room is grown too hot.—

Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.—

Nay, sit, nay, sit, goodcousinCapulet,

For you and I are past our dancing days.

How long is 't now since last yourself and I

Were in a mask?

2 Capulet.By 'r lady, thirty years.

Capulet.What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much!'Tis since thenuptialof Lucentio,Come Pentecost as quickly as it will,Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.

Capulet.What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much!

'Tis since thenuptialof Lucentio,

Come Pentecost as quickly as it will,

Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.

402 Capulet.'Tis more, 'tis more! His son is elder, sir;His son is thirty.

2 Capulet.'Tis more, 'tis more! His son is elder, sir;

His son is thirty.

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

Capulet.Will you tell me that?

His son was but a ward two years ago.

Romeo.[To a Servingman]What lady is that, which doth enrich the handOf yonder knight?

Romeo.[To a Servingman]What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand

Of yonder knight?

Servingman.I know not, sir.

Romeo.O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!Her beauty hangsupon the cheek of nightLike a rich jewel in anEthiope's ear;Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!50So shows a snowy dove trooping with crowsAs 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!ForI ne'er sawtrue beauty till this night.

Romeo.O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

Her beauty hangsupon the cheek of night

Like a rich jewel in anEthiope'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.

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!

ForI ne'er sawtrue beauty till this night.

Tybalt.This, by his voice, should be a Montague.—Fetch me my rapier, boy.—What daresthe slaveCome hither, cover'd with anantic face,Tofleerand scorn at our solemnity?60Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.

Tybalt.This, by his voice, should be a Montague.—

Fetch me my rapier, boy.—What daresthe slave

Come hither, cover'd with anantic face,

Tofleerand scorn at our solemnity?

Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,

To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.

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

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

Tybalt.Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,

A villain that is hither comein spite,

To scorn at our solemnity this night.

Capulet.Young Romeo is it?

Tybalt.'Tis he, that villain Romeo.

Capulet.Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone.He bears him like aportlygentleman;And, to say truth, Verona brags of him70To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth.I would not for the wealth of all the townHere in my housedo 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,An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.

Capulet.Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone.

He bears him like aportlygentleman;

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 housedo 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,

An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.

Tybalt.It fitswhen such a villain is a guest;I'll not endure him.

Tybalt.It fitswhen such a villain is a guest;

I'll not endure him.

Capulet.He shall be endur'd;What, goodman boy! I say he shall. Go to;80Am 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 setcock-a-hoop!you'll be the man!

Capulet.He shall be endur'd;

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 setcock-a-hoop!you'll be the man!

Tybalt.Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.

CapuletGo to, go to;You are a saucy boy.—Is 't so, indeed?—This trick may chance toscatheyou,—I know what.You mustcontraryme! marry, 'tis time.—Well said, my hearts!—You are a princox; go!Be quiet, or—More light, more light!—For shame!90I'll make you quiet. What!—Cheerly, my hearts!

CapuletGo to, go to;

You are a saucy boy.—Is 't so, indeed?—

This trick may chance toscatheyou,—I know what.

You mustcontraryme! 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!

Tybalt.Patience perforcewith wilful choler meetingMakes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.I will withdraw; but this intrusion shall,Now seeming sweet,convertto bitter gall.[Exit.

Tybalt.Patience perforcewith wilful choler meeting

Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.

I will withdraw; but this intrusion shall,

Now seeming sweet,convertto bitter gall.[Exit.

Romeo.[To Juliet]If I profane with my unworthiest handThis holy shrine, thegentle fineis this:My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready standTo smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

Romeo.[To Juliet]If I profane with my unworthiest hand

This holy shrine, thegentle fineis this:

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand

To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

Juliet.Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,100Which mannerly devotion shows in this;For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

Juliet.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.

Romeo.Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

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

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

Romeo.O, then, dear saint,let lips dowhat hands do;

They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

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

Romeo.Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.Thus from my lips by thine my sin is purg'd.[Kissing her.

Romeo.Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.

Thus from my lips by thine my sin is purg'd.[Kissing her.

Juliet.Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

Romeo.Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd!Give me my sin again.

Romeo.Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd!

Give me my sin again.

112Juliet.You kiss by the book.

Juliet.You kiss by the book.

Nurse.Madam, your mother craves a word with you.

Romeo.Whatis her mother?

Nurse.Marry, bachelor,Her mother is the lady of the house,And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous.I nurs'd her daughter that you talk'd withal;I tell you, he that can lay hold of herShall have the chinks.

Nurse.Marry, bachelor,

Her mother is the lady of the house,

And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous.

I nurs'd her daughter that you talk'd withal;

I tell you, he that can lay hold of her

Shall have the chinks.

Romeo.Is she a Capulet?120O dear account!my lifeis my foe's debt.

Romeo.Is she a Capulet?

O dear account!my lifeis my foe's debt.

Benvolio.Away, be gone; the sport is at the best.

Romeo.Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.

Capulet.Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;We have a triflingfoolishbanquet towards.—Isit 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.[Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse.

Capulet.Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;

We have a triflingfoolishbanquet towards.—

Isit 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.[Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse.

Juliet.Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?

131Nurse.The son and heir of old Tiberio.

Nurse.The son and heir of old Tiberio.

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

Nurse.Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio.

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

Nurse.I know not.

Juliet.Go, ask his name.—If he be married,My grave is like to be my wedding bed.

Juliet.Go, ask his name.—If he be married,

My grave is like to be my wedding bed.

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

Nurse.His name is Romeo, and a Montague,

The only son of your great enemy.

140Juliet.My only love sprung from my only hate!Too early seen unknown, and known too late!Prodigiousbirth of love it is to me,That I must love a loathed enemy.

Juliet.My only love sprung from my only hate!

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Prodigiousbirth of love it is to me,

That I must love a loathed enemy.

Nurse.What's this? what's this?

Juliet.A rhyme I learn'd even nowOf one I danc'd withal.[One calls within'Juliet.'

Juliet.A rhyme I learn'd even now

Of one I danc'd withal.[One calls within'Juliet.'

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

Nurse.Anon, anon!—

Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.[Exeunt.

Capulet's Garden

EnterChorus

Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,And young affectiongapesto be his heir;That fair for which love groan'dforand would die,With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.Now Romeo is belov'd and loves again,Alike bewitched by the charm of looks,But to his foe suppos'd he must complain,And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks.Being held a foe, he may not have accessTo breathe such vows as loversuseto swear;And she as much in love, her means much lessTo meet her new-beloved any where.But passion lends them power, time means, to meet,Temperingextremitieswith extreme sweet.[Exit.

Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,

And young affectiongapesto be his heir;

That fair for which love groan'dforand would die,

With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.

Now Romeo is belov'd and loves again,

Alike bewitched by the charm of looks,

But to his foe suppos'd 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 loversuseto 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,

Temperingextremitieswith extreme sweet.[Exit.

A Lane by the Wall of Capulet's Orchard

EnterRomeo

Romeo.Can I go forward when my heart is here?—Turn back,dull earth, and find thy centre out.[He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it.EnterBenvolioandMercutioBenvolio.Romeo! my cousin Romeo! Romeo!Mercutio.He is wise,And, on my life, hath stolen him home to bed.Benvolio.He ran this way, and leap'd thisorchardwall;Call, good Mercutio.Mercutio.Nay, I'llconjuretoo.—Romeo!humours! madman! passion! lover!Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh!Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;10Cry but'Ay me!'pronounce but 'love' and 'dove';Speak tomy gossip Venusone fair word,One nickname for her purblind son and heir,Young Abraham Cupid, he that shot sotrimWhen King Cophetua lov'd the beggar-maid!—He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;Theapeis dead, and I must conjure him.—I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,That in thy likeness thou appear to us!20Benvolio.An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.Mercutio.This cannot anger him; 'twould anger himTo raise a spirit in his mistress'circleOf some strange nature, letting it there standTill she had laid it and conjur'd it down.That were somespite; my invocationIs fair and honest, and in his mistress' nameI conjure only but to raise up him.Benvolio.Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,To be consorted with thehumorousnight;30Blind is his love and best befits the dark.Mercutio.If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.—Romeo, good night.—I'll to mytruckle-bed;This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep.Come, shall we go?Benvolio.Go, then; for 'tis in vainTo seek him here that means not to be found.[Exeunt.

Romeo.Can I go forward when my heart is here?—Turn back,dull earth, and find thy centre out.[He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it.

Romeo.Can I go forward when my heart is here?—

Turn back,dull earth, and find thy centre out.

[He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it.

EnterBenvolioandMercutio

Benvolio.Romeo! my cousin Romeo! Romeo!

Mercutio.He is wise,And, on my life, hath stolen him home to bed.

Mercutio.He is wise,

And, on my life, hath stolen him home to bed.

Benvolio.He ran this way, and leap'd thisorchardwall;Call, good Mercutio.

Benvolio.He ran this way, and leap'd thisorchardwall;

Call, good Mercutio.

Mercutio.Nay, I'llconjuretoo.—Romeo!humours! madman! passion! lover!Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh!Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;10Cry but'Ay me!'pronounce but 'love' and 'dove';Speak tomy gossip Venusone fair word,One nickname for her purblind son and heir,Young Abraham Cupid, he that shot sotrimWhen King Cophetua lov'd the beggar-maid!—He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;Theapeis dead, and I must conjure him.—I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,That in thy likeness thou appear to us!

Mercutio.Nay, I'llconjuretoo.—

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 tomy gossip Venusone fair word,

One nickname for her purblind son and heir,

Young Abraham Cupid, he that shot sotrim

When King Cophetua lov'd the beggar-maid!—

He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;

Theapeis dead, and I must conjure him.—

I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,

By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,

That in thy likeness thou appear to us!

20Benvolio.An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.

Benvolio.An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.

Mercutio.This cannot anger him; 'twould anger himTo raise a spirit in his mistress'circleOf some strange nature, letting it there standTill she had laid it and conjur'd it down.That were somespite; my invocationIs fair and honest, and in his mistress' nameI conjure only but to raise up him.

Mercutio.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 conjur'd it down.

That were somespite; my invocation

Is fair and honest, and in his mistress' name

I conjure only but to raise up him.

Benvolio.Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,To be consorted with thehumorousnight;30Blind is his love and best befits the dark.

Benvolio.Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,

To be consorted with thehumorousnight;

Blind is his love and best befits the dark.

Mercutio.If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.—Romeo, good night.—I'll to mytruckle-bed;This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep.Come, shall we go?

Mercutio.If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.—

Romeo, good night.—I'll to mytruckle-bed;

This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep.

Come, shall we go?

Benvolio.Go, then; for 'tis in vainTo seek him here that means not to be found.[Exeunt.

Benvolio.Go, then; for 'tis in vain

To seek him here that means not to be found.[Exeunt.

Capulet's Orchard

EnterRomeo

Romeo.He jestsat scars that never felt a wound.—[Juliet appears above at a window.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 griefThat thou her maid art far more fair than she.Be not her maid, since she is envious.Her vestal livery is butsickand green,And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.—10It 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.Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,Having some business, do entreat her eyesTo 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,20As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heavenWould through the airy region stream so brightThat 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!Juliet.Ay me!Romeo.She speaks.—O, speak again, bright angel! for thou artAs glorious to this night, being o'er my head,As is a winged messenger of heavenUnto thewhite-upturnedwondering eyes30Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him,When he bestrides the lazy-pacing cloudsAnd sails upon the bosom of the air.Juliet.O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?Deny thy father and refuse thy name;Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my loveAnd I'll no longer be a Capulet.Romeo.[Aside]Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?Juliet.'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.40What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,Nor arm, nor face, nor any other partBelonging to a man. O, be some other name!What's in a name? That which we call a roseBy any other name would smell as sweet;So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,Retain that dear perfection which heowesWithout that title.—Romeo, doff thy name,And for that name, which is no part of thee,Take all myself.Romeo.I take thee at thy word.50Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd;Henceforth I never will be Romeo.Juliet.What man art thou that thusbescreen'din nightSo stumblest on my counsel?Romeo.By a nameI 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.Juliet.My ears haveyet notdrunk a hundred wordsOf that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound.—60Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?Romeo.Neither, fair maid, if either theedislike.Juliet.How cam'st thou hither, tell me, andwherefore?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.Romeo.With love's light wings did Io'er-perchthese walls,For stony limits cannot hold love out,And what love can do that dares love attempt;Therefore thy kinsmen are noletto me.70Juliet.If they do see thee, they will murther thee.Romeo.Alack, there lies more peril in thine eyeThan twenty of their swords; look thou but sweet,And I am proof against their enmity.Juliet.I would not for the world they saw thee here.Romeo.I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes;And but thou love me, let them find me here.My life were better ended by their hateThan deathprorogued, wanting of thy love.Juliet.By whose direction found'st thou out this place?Romeo.By love, that first did prompt me to inquire;81He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as farAs that vast shorewash'd with the farthest sea,I wouldadventurefor such merchandise.Juliet.Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheekFor that which thou hast heard me speak to-night.Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain denyWhat I have spoke; butfarewell compliment!90Dost 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,They 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 and 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 myhaviourlight;100But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more trueThan those that have more cunningto be strange.I should have been more strange, I must confess,But that thou overheard'st, ere I wasware,My true love's passion; therefore pardon me,And not impute this yielding to light love,Which the dark night hath sodiscovered.Romeo.Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swearThat tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—Juliet.O, swear not by the moon,the inconstant moon,110That monthly changes in her circled orb,Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.Romeo.What shall I swear by?Juliet.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.Romeo.If my heart's dear love—Juliet.Well,do not swear. Although I joy in thee,I have no joy of thiscontractto-night;It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden,Toolike the lightning, which doth cease to be120Ere 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 restCome to thy heartas thatwithin my breast!Romeo.O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?Juliet.What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?Romeo.The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.Juliet.I gave thee mine before thou didst request it;And yet I would it were to give again.130Romeo.Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?Juliet.But to befrankand 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.[Nurse calls within.I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!—Anon, good nurse!—Sweet Montague, be true.Stay but a little, I will come again.[Exit.Romeo. O blessed, blessed night! I amafeard,140Being in night, all this is but a dream,Too flattering-sweet to besubstantial.Re-enterJuliet,aboveJuliet.Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.If that thybentof 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.Nurse.[Within]Madam!150Juliet.I come, anon.—But if thou mean'st not well,I do beseech thee—Nurse.[Within]Madam!Juliet.By and by, I come.—To cease thysuitand leave me to my grief;To-morrowwill I send.Romeo.So thrive my soul—Juliet.A thousand times good night![Exit.Romeo.A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.—Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books,But love from lovetoward schoolwith heavy looks.[Retiring slowly.Re-enterJuliet,aboveJuliet.Hist! Romeo, hist!—O, for a falconer's voice,160To lure thistassel-gentleback again!Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud;Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,And make herairy tonguemore hoarse than mineWith repetition of my Romeo's name.Romeo.It is my soul that calls upon my name;Howsilver-sweetsound lovers' tongues by night,Like softest music toattendingears!Juliet.Romeo!Romeo.My dear?Juliet.At what o'clock to-morrowShall I send to thee?Romeo.At the hour of nine.170Juliet.I will not fail; 't is twenty years till then.I have forgot why I did call thee back.Romeo.Let me stand here till thou remember it.Juliet.I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,Remembering how I love thy company.Romeo.And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,Forgetting any other home but this.Juliet.'T is almost morning; I would have thee gone,And yet no farther thana wanton's bird,Who lets it hop a little from her hand,180Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,And with a silk threadplucks it backagain,Soloving-jealousof his liberty.Romeo.I would I were thy bird.Juliet.Sweet, so would I;Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrowThat I shall say good night till it be morrow.[Exit above.Romeo.Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!189Hence will I to myghostlyfather's cell,His help to crave and mydear hapto tell.[Exit.

Romeo.He jestsat scars that never felt a wound.—[Juliet appears above at a window.

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 griefThat thou her maid art far more fair than she.Be not her maid, since she is envious.Her vestal livery is butsickand green,And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.—10It 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.Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,Having some business, do entreat her eyesTo 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,20As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heavenWould through the airy region stream so brightThat 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!

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.

Her vestal livery is butsickand 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.

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.

See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!

O, that I were a glove upon that hand,

That I might touch that cheek!

Juliet.Ay me!

Romeo.She speaks.—O, speak again, bright angel! for thou artAs glorious to this night, being o'er my head,As is a winged messenger of heavenUnto thewhite-upturnedwondering eyes30Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him,When he bestrides the lazy-pacing cloudsAnd sails upon the bosom of the air.

Romeo.She speaks.—

O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art

As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,

As is a winged messenger of heaven

Unto thewhite-upturnedwondering eyes

Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him,

When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds

And sails upon the bosom of the air.

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

Juliet.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.

Romeo.[Aside]Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

Juliet.'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.40What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,Nor arm, nor face, nor any other partBelonging to a man. O, be some other name!What's in a name? That which we call a roseBy any other name would smell as sweet;So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,Retain that dear perfection which heowesWithout that title.—Romeo, doff thy name,And for that name, which is no part of thee,Take all myself.

Juliet.'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 heowes

Without that title.—Romeo, doff thy name,

And for that name, which is no part of thee,

Take all myself.

Romeo.I take thee at thy word.50Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd;Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

Romeo.I take thee at thy word.

Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd;

Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

Juliet.What man art thou that thusbescreen'din nightSo stumblest on my counsel?

Juliet.What man art thou that thusbescreen'din night

So stumblest on my counsel?

Romeo.By a nameI 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.

Romeo.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.

Juliet.My ears haveyet notdrunk a hundred wordsOf that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound.—60Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?

Juliet.My ears haveyet notdrunk a hundred words

Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound.—

Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?

Romeo.Neither, fair maid, if either theedislike.

Juliet.How cam'st thou hither, tell me, andwherefore?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.

Juliet.How cam'st thou hither, tell me, andwherefore?

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.

Romeo.With love's light wings did Io'er-perchthese walls,For stony limits cannot hold love out,And what love can do that dares love attempt;Therefore thy kinsmen are noletto me.

Romeo.With love's light wings did Io'er-perchthese walls,

For stony limits cannot hold love out,

And what love can do that dares love attempt;

Therefore thy kinsmen are noletto me.

70Juliet.If they do see thee, they will murther thee.

Juliet.If they do see thee, they will murther thee.

Romeo.Alack, there lies more peril in thine eyeThan twenty of their swords; look thou but sweet,And I am proof against their enmity.

Romeo.Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye

Than twenty of their swords; look thou but sweet,

And I am proof against their enmity.

Juliet.I would not for the world they saw thee here.

Romeo.I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes;And but thou love me, let them find me here.My life were better ended by their hateThan deathprorogued, wanting of thy love.

Romeo.I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes;

And but thou love me, let them find me here.

My life were better ended by their hate

Than deathprorogued, wanting of thy love.

Juliet.By whose direction found'st thou out this place?

Romeo.By love, that first did prompt me to inquire;81He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as farAs that vast shorewash'd with the farthest sea,I wouldadventurefor such merchandise.

Romeo.By love, that 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 shorewash'd with the farthest sea,

I wouldadventurefor such merchandise.

Juliet.Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheekFor that which thou hast heard me speak to-night.Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain denyWhat I have spoke; butfarewell compliment!90Dost 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,They 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 and 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 myhaviourlight;100But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more trueThan those that have more cunningto be strange.I should have been more strange, I must confess,But that thou overheard'st, ere I wasware,My true love's passion; therefore pardon me,And not impute this yielding to light love,Which the dark night hath sodiscovered.

Juliet.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; butfarewell 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,

They 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 and 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 myhaviourlight;

But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true

Than those that have more cunningto be strange.

I should have been more strange, I must confess,

But that thou overheard'st, ere I wasware,

My true love's passion; therefore pardon me,

And not impute this yielding to light love,

Which the dark night hath sodiscovered.

Romeo.Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swearThat tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—

Romeo.Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear

That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—

Juliet.O, swear not by the moon,the inconstant moon,110That monthly changes in her circled orb,Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

Juliet.O, swear not by the moon,the inconstant moon,

That monthly changes in her circled orb,

Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

Romeo.What shall I swear by?

Juliet.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.

Juliet.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.

Romeo.If my heart's dear love—

Juliet.Well,do not swear. Although I joy in thee,I have no joy of thiscontractto-night;It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden,Toolike the lightning, which doth cease to be120Ere 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 restCome to thy heartas thatwithin my breast!

Juliet.Well,do not swear. Although I joy in thee,

I have no joy of thiscontractto-night;

It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden,

Toolike 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 heartas thatwithin my breast!

Romeo.O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

Juliet.What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?

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

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

Juliet.I gave thee mine before thou didst request it;

And yet I would it were to give again.

130Romeo.Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?

Romeo.Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?

Juliet.But to befrankand 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.[Nurse calls within.

Juliet.But to befrankand 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.[Nurse calls within.

I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!—Anon, good nurse!—Sweet Montague, be true.Stay but a little, I will come again.[Exit.

I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!—

Anon, good nurse!—Sweet Montague, be true.

Stay but a little, I will come again.[Exit.

Romeo. O blessed, blessed night! I amafeard,140Being in night, all this is but a dream,Too flattering-sweet to besubstantial.

Romeo. O blessed, blessed night! I amafeard,

Being in night, all this is but a dream,

Too flattering-sweet to besubstantial.

Re-enterJuliet,above

Juliet.Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.If that thybentof 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.

Juliet.Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.

If that thybentof 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.

Nurse.[Within]Madam!

150Juliet.I come, anon.—But if thou mean'st not well,I do beseech thee—

Juliet.I come, anon.—But if thou mean'st not well,

I do beseech thee—

Nurse.[Within]Madam!

Juliet.By and by, I come.—To cease thysuitand leave me to my grief;To-morrowwill I send.

Juliet.By and by, I come.—

To cease thysuitand leave me to my grief;

To-morrowwill I send.

Romeo.So thrive my soul—

Juliet.A thousand times good night![Exit.

Romeo.A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.—Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books,But love from lovetoward schoolwith heavy looks.[Retiring slowly.

Romeo.A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.—

Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books,

But love from lovetoward schoolwith heavy looks.[Retiring slowly.

Re-enterJuliet,above

Juliet.Hist! Romeo, hist!—O, for a falconer's voice,160To lure thistassel-gentleback again!Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud;Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,And make herairy tonguemore hoarse than mineWith repetition of my Romeo's name.Romeo.It is my soul that calls upon my name;Howsilver-sweetsound lovers' tongues by night,Like softest music toattendingears!Juliet.Romeo!Romeo.My dear?Juliet.At what o'clock to-morrowShall I send to thee?Romeo.At the hour of nine.170Juliet.I will not fail; 't is twenty years till then.I have forgot why I did call thee back.Romeo.Let me stand here till thou remember it.Juliet.I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,Remembering how I love thy company.Romeo.And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,Forgetting any other home but this.Juliet.'T is almost morning; I would have thee gone,And yet no farther thana wanton's bird,Who lets it hop a little from her hand,180Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,And with a silk threadplucks it backagain,Soloving-jealousof his liberty.Romeo.I would I were thy bird.Juliet.Sweet, so would I;Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrowThat I shall say good night till it be morrow.[Exit above.Romeo.Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!189Hence will I to myghostlyfather's cell,His help to crave and mydear hapto tell.[Exit.

Juliet.Hist! Romeo, hist!—O, for a falconer's voice,

To lure thistassel-gentleback again!

Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud;

Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,

And make herairy tonguemore hoarse than mine

With repetition of my Romeo's name.

Romeo.It is my soul that calls upon my name;Howsilver-sweetsound lovers' tongues by night,Like softest music toattendingears!

Romeo.It is my soul that calls upon my name;

Howsilver-sweetsound lovers' tongues by night,

Like softest music toattendingears!

Juliet.Romeo!

Romeo.My dear?

Juliet.At what o'clock to-morrowShall I send to thee?

Juliet.At what o'clock to-morrow

Shall I send to thee?

Romeo.At the hour of nine.

170Juliet.I will not fail; 't is twenty years till then.I have forgot why I did call thee back.

Juliet.I will not fail; 't is twenty years till then.

I have forgot why I did call thee back.

Romeo.Let me stand here till thou remember it.

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

Juliet.I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,

Remembering how I love thy company.

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

Romeo.And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,

Forgetting any other home but this.

Juliet.'T is almost morning; I would have thee gone,And yet no farther thana wanton's bird,Who lets it hop a little from her hand,180Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,And with a silk threadplucks it backagain,Soloving-jealousof his liberty.

Juliet.'T is almost morning; I would have thee gone,

And yet no farther thana wanton's bird,

Who lets it hop a little from her hand,

Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,

And with a silk threadplucks it backagain,

Soloving-jealousof his liberty.

Romeo.I would I were thy bird.

Juliet.Sweet, so would I;Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrowThat I shall say good night till it be morrow.[Exit above.

Juliet.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.[Exit above.

Romeo.Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!189Hence will I to myghostlyfather's cell,His help to crave and mydear hapto tell.[Exit.

Romeo.Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!

Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!

Hence will I to myghostlyfather's cell,

His help to crave and mydear hapto tell.[Exit.

Friar Laurence's Cell

EnterFriar Laurence,with a basket

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