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Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, More lights, ye knaves : and turn the tables up,
And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
By'r lady, thirty years.
(sir: This, this is she
Will you tell me that? Rom.
Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; His son was but a ward two years ago.
Rom. What lady's that which doth enrich the
[hand Which are the children of an idle brain,
Serv. I know not, sir.
[bright! Begot of nothing but vain fantasy;
Rom, 0, she doth teach the torches to burn Which is as thin of substance as the air; Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear: Even now the frozen bosom of the north, Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, So shows a snowy dove drooping with crows, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. [stand, Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from the measure done, I'll watch her place of ourselves;
And, touching hers, make happy my rude hand. Supper is done, and we shall come too late. Did my heart love till now ? forswear it, sight!
Rom. I fear, too early--for my mind misgives, For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a MontaShall bitterly begin his fearful date
To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.
(Exeunt. 1 Cap. Why, how now, kinsman? wherefore SCENE V. A Hall in Capulet's House.
storm you so ?
Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe; Musicians waiting. Enter Servants. A villain, that is hither come in spite, 1 Serv. Where's Potpan, that he helps not to To scorn at our solemnity this night. take away? he shift a trencher! he scrape a 1 Cap. Young Romeo is't? trencher!
"Tis he, that villain Romeo. 2 Serv. When good manners shall lie all in 1 Cop. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, one or two men's hands, and they unwashed He bears him like a portly gentleman: too, 'tis a foul thing.
And, to say truth, Verona brags of him, 1 Serv. Away with the joint-stools, remove To be a virtuous and well govern'd youth : the court cupboard, look to the plate :-good I would not for the wealth of all this town, thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and, as Here in my house, do him disparagement: thou lovest me,let the porter let in Susan Grind- Therefore be patient, take no note of him, stone, and Neil.–Antony! and Potpan! It is my will; the which if thou respect, 2 Serv. Ay, boy; ready.
Show a fair presence, and put off these frowns, 1 Serv. You are looked for, and called for, an ill heseeming semblance for a feast. asked for, and sought for, in the great chamber. Tyb. It tits, when such a villain is a guest;
2 Serv. We cannot be here, and there too.- I'll not endure him. Cheerly, boys; be brisk a while, and the longer
He shall be endured ; liver take all.
[They relire behind. What,goodman boy?-I say, he shall-Go to:Enter CAPULET, &c. with the guests and the Am I the master here, or you ? go to. Maskers.
You'll not endure him !--God shall mend my
(you. You'll make a mutiny among my guests!
Go to, go to. she,
(now? You are a saucy boy :--Is't so, indeed ? I'll swear, hath corps; Am I come near you This trick may chance to scath you :-I know You are welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the what. That I have worn a visor; and could tell [day, You must contrary me! marry, 'tis timeA whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, Wellsaid, my hearts :-you are a princox;g Such as would please ;-'tis gone,'tis gone, 'tis Be quiet, or- More light, more light, for gone :
(cians play. shame! You are welcome, gentlemen!-Come, musi- I'll make yonquiet; What!--Cheeriy,my hearts. A hall! a hall! give room, and foot it, girls. Tyb. Patience perforce with wilrul choler
Jusick plays, and they dance. meeting
Makes my desh tremble in their different greet- That fair, which love groan'd for, and would die, I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall, (ing, With tender Juliet match'd is now not fair. Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. Now Romeo is beloy'd, and loves again,
(Exit. Alike bewitched by the charm of looks; Pom. If I profane with my unworthy hand But to his foe suppos'd he must complain,
[To JULIET. And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this
hooks: My lips, to blushing pilgrims' ready stand Beirig held a foe, he may not have access
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand And she as much in love, her means much less too much,
To meet her new-beloved any where : Which mannerly devotion shows in this; But passion lends them power, time means to For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do meet, touch,
Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet. And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
(E.cil. Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
(prayer. Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in Pom. O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
Rom. Can I go forward,when my heart is here? Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's effect Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purg'd. (He climbs the Wall, and leaps down within it.
[Kissing her. Enter BEXVOL10 and MERCUTIO. Jul. Then have my lips the sin that I have Ben, Romeo ! my cousin Romeo ! took. [urg'd! Mer.
He is wise ; Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly And, on my life, hath stolen him home to bed. Give me my sin again.
Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard Jul You kiss by the book. Call, good Mercutio.
(wall: Vurse. Madam, your mother craves a word Mer.
Nay, I'll conjure too. Rom. What is her mother? (with you. Romeo! humours! madman! passion i lorer! Vurse.
Marry, bachelor! Appear thou in the likeness of a sigb, Her mother is the lady of the house,
Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied ; And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous : Cry but-Ah me! couple but-love and I nurs'd her daughter, that you talk'd withal: I tell you,-he, that can lay hold of her, Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, Shall have the chinks.
One nickname for her purblind son and heir, Rom.
Is she a Capulet? Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. When king Copbetua loy'd the beggar-maid.
Ben. Away, begone; the sport is at the best. He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not; Rom. Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest. The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.
1 Cap. Nay,gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip, Is it e'en so? Why, then I thank you all; By herfine foot,straight leg,and quivering thigh, I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night: And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, More torches here!-Come on, then let's to bed. That in thy likeness thon appear to us. Ah, sirrah (T. 2 Cap.), by my fay, it waxes late; Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. I'll to my rest.
Mer. This cannot anger him:'twould anger [Ereunt all but Juliet and Nurse. To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle
(hinn Jul. Come hither, nurse: What is yon gentle- of some strange nature, letting it there stand Vurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio. (man? Till she had laid it, and conjur'd it down; Ju. What's le, that now is going out of door? That were some spite : my invocation Nurse. Marry, that, I think, be young Petru- Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name, chio.
(not dance? I conjure only but to raise up him. (trees, Jul. What’s he, that follows there, that would Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those Vurse. I know not.
To be consorted with the humorous night: Jul. Go, ask his name: if he be married, Blind is his love, and best befits the dark. My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague; Now will he sit under a medlar tree, The only son of your great enemy.
And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate! As maids call medlars,when they laugh alone. 'Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Romeo, good night;-I'll to my truckle-bed: Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep : That I must love a loathed enemy.
Come, shall we go? Vurse. What's this? what's this?
Go, then; for 'tis in vain Jul.
A rhyme I learn'd even now To seek him here, that means not to be found. Of one I danc'd withal. [One calls within, Juliet.
(Exeunt. Nurse. Anon, anon :
SCENE II. Capulet's Garden, Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.
Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie,
wound.And young affection gapes to be his heir;
(JULIET appears above, at a Tinder,
Bui, soft! what light through youder window ' For stony limits cannot hold love out:
(their sight; O, that she knew she were!
Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from She speaks,yet she says nothing; What of that? And, but thou love me, let them find me here: Her eye discourses, I will answer it.
My life were better ended by their hate, I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Jul, By whose direction found'st thou out this Having some business, do entreat her eyes
[inquire : To twinkle in their spheres till they return. Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to What if her eyes were there, they in her head ? He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. The brightness of her cheek would shame those I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far stars ;
As that vast shore wash'd with the furthest sea, As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven I would adventure for such merchandise. Would through the airy region stream so bright, Jul. Thou know'st, tre mask of night is on That birds would sing, and think it were not my face; night.
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! For that which thou hast heard me speak to0, that I were a glove upon that hand,
night, That I might touch that cheek!
Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny Jul.
What I have spoke; But farewell compliment ! Rom.
She speaks :- Dost thou love me? I know, thou wilt gay-Ay; O, speak again, bright angel! for on art And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, As glorious to this sight, being o'er my head, Thou may'st prove false; at lovers' perjuries, As is a winged messenger of heaven
They say, Jove laughs. O, gentle Romeo, Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully : Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him,
Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, And sails upon the bosom of the air. (Romeo? So thou wilt woo: but, else, not for the world.
Jul. O, Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; [light: Deny thy father, and refuse thy name: And therefore thou may'st think my haviour Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Than those that have more cunningto be strange. Rom.Shall I hearmore, or shall I speak at this? I should have been more strange, I must confess,
[Aside. But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, Jul. 'Tis but thy name, that is my enemy;- My true love's passion : therefore pardon me; Thou art thyself though, not a Montagne. And not impute this yielding to light love, What's Montague ? it is nor hand, nor foot, Which the dark night hath so discovered. Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops, What's in a name ? that which we call a rose, Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo callid, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Retain that dear perfection which he owes, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable Without that title :-Romeo, doff thy name:
Rom. What shall I swear by ? And for that name, which is no part of thee, Jul.
Do not swear at all; Take all myself.
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Rom.
I take thee at thy word : Which is the god of my idolatry,
If my heart's dear loveJul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd Jul. Well,do not swear: although I joy in thee, So stumblest on my counsel ? (in night, I have no joy of this contract to-night: Rom.
By a name It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden; I know not how to tell thee who I am: Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Ereone can say It lightens. Sweet, good night! Because it is an enemy to thee;
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, Had I it written, I would tear the word. May prove a beauteous flower when next we Jul, My ears have not yet drunk a hundred meet. words
Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Of that tougue's utterance, yet I know the sound; Come to thy heart, as that within my breast! Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have to Jul. How cam’st thou hither, tell me? and night?
(for mine. wherefore ?
Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request And the place death, considering who thou art, And yet I would it were to give again. [it: If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Rom. Would'st thou withdraw it? for what Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch prirpose, love? these walls;
Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have :
SCENE III. Friar Laurence's Cell. My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE, with a Basket. The more I have, for both are infinite.
Fri. The gray-ey'd morn smiles on the frown(Nurse calls toithin. ing night,
(light: I hear some noise within; Dear love, adien! Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of Anon, good nurse!--Sweet Montagne, be true. And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels Stay, but a little, I will come again. (Erit. From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's
Rom. O blessed, blessed night! I am aleard, wheels : Being in night, all this is but a dream, Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry, Re-enter JULIET, above.
I must fill up this osier cage of ours, Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers. indeed.
The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tonih; If that thy bent of love be honourable, [row, What is her burying grave, that is her womb: Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-mor- And from her womb children of divers kind By one that I'll procure to come to thee, We sucking on her natural bosom find; Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the Many for many virtues excellent, And all my fortunes at thy foot l'li lay, frite; None but for some, and yet all different. And follow thee my lord throughout the world: 0, mickle is the powerful grace, that lies Nurse. [Within.] Madam.
In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities : Jul. I come anon :-But if thou mean'st not For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, I do beseech thee,
[well, But to the earth some special good doth give; Nurse. [Within.] Madam.
Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair Jul. By and by, I come :
use, So cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief: Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: To-morrow will I send.
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; Rom.
So thrive my soul,- And vice sometime's by action dignified. Jul. A thousand times good night! [Eril. Within the infant rind of this small flower Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy Poison hath residence, and med'cine power: light.
(books; For this, being smelt, with that part cheers Love goes toward love, as school-boys from their But love froin love, toward school with heavy Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. looks.
[Retiring slowly. Two such opposed foes encamp them still Re-enter JULIET, above,
In man as well as herbs, grace, and rude will; Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!-0, for a falconer's And, where the worser is predominant, To lure this tassel-gentle back again! (voice, Full soon the canker death eats up that plant Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
Enter RoMEO. Else would I tear the cave where echo lies, Rom. Good morrow, father! And make herairytongue more hoarse than mine
Benedicite! With repetition of my Romeo's name. What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
Rom. It is my soul, that calls upon my name; Young son, it argues a distemper'd head, How silver-sweet sound lovers'tongnies by night, So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed : Like softest musick to attending ears! Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, Jui, Romeo!
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; Rom. My sweet!
But where unbruised youth with unstufra brain Jul.
At what o'clock to-morrow Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth Shall I send to thee?
reign : Rom.
At the hour of nine. Therefore thy earliness doth me assure, Jul. I will not fail; 'tis twenty years till then. Thou art uprous'd by some distemprature; I have forgot why I did call thee back. Or if not so, then here I hit it right
Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it. Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night. Jul. I shallforget
to have thee still stand there Rom. That last is true, the sweeter rest was Rememb'ring how I love thy company.
mine. Rom. And I'll still stay,to have thee stillforget, Fri. God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline? Forgetting any other home but this. (gone; Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;
Jul. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee I have forgot that name, and that name's woe. And yet no further than a wanton's bird ; Fri. That's my good son: But where hast thou Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
been then? Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thon ask it me again. And with a silk thread plucks it back again, I have been feasting with mine enemy; So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Where on a sudden, one hath wounded me, Rom. I would, I were thy bird.
That's by me wounded; both our remedies Ju.
Sweet, so would I ; Within thy help and holy physick lies : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.'| I bear no batred, blessed man; for, lo, Good night, good night! parting is such sweet My intercession likewise steads my foe. (drift; sorrow,
Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy That I shall say-good night, till it be morrow. Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.
(Eril. Rom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear lova Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: fis set thy breast
As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine: Would, I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! And all combin'd,save what thou must combine Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell ; By holy marriage: When, and where, and how, liis help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. We met, we wood, and made exchange of vow,
(Exit. I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,
That thou consent to marry us this day. [here! form, that they cannot sit at ease on the old
Fri. Holy Saint Francis! what a change is bench? O, their bons, their bons ! Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,
Enter RovEO. So soon forsaken? Young men's love then lies
Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo. Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring.-Jesu Maria! what a deal of brine
O, flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified !-Now is Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline !
he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in : How much salt water thrown away in waste, Laura, to his iady, was but a kitchen trench ;To season love, that of it doth not taste!
marry, she had a better love to be-rhyme her; The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, Dido, a dowdy: Cleopatra, a gipsy; Helen and Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;
Hero, hildings and harlots; Thisbe, a gray eye Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
or so, but not to the purpose.- Signior Romeo, Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet :
bon jour ; there's a French salutation to your If e'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine, French slop. You gave us the counterfeit fairly Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline;
last night And art thou chang’d? pronounce this sentence
Rom. Good morrow to you both. What counthen(men. terfeit did I give you?
(ceive ? Women may fall, when there's no strength in
Mer. The slip, sir, the slip. Can you not conRom. Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.
Rom. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business fri. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine,
was great; and, in such a case as mine, a man Rom. And bad'st me bury love.
may strain courtesy. Fri.
Not in a grave,
dler. That's as much as to say-such a case To lay one in, another out to have.
as yours constrains a man to bow in the hams. Rom. I pray thee, chide not: she whom I Rom. Meaning-to court'sy. love now,
Mer. Thou hast most kindly hit it. Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow; Rom. A most courteous exposition. The other did not so.
Bler. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy. Fri.
0, she knew well, Rom. Pink for flower. Thy love did read by rote; and could not spell. Ver. Right. But come, young waverer, come go with me,
Rom. Why, then is my pump well flowered. In one respect I'll thy assistant be;
Mer. Well said. Follow me this jest now, till For this alliance may so happy prove,
thou hast worn out thy pump; that, when the To turn your household's rancour to pure love. single sole of it is worn, the jest inay remain,
Rom. 0, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. after the wearing, solely singular.
Rom. O single-soled jest, solely singular for
(wits fail. SCENE IV. A Street,
Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO.
Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or
I'll cry a match. Mer. Where the devil should this Romeo be?
Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose Came he not home to-night?
chase, I have done; for thou hast more of the Ben, Not to his father's; I spoke with his man. wild-goose in one of thy wits, than, I am sure, Mer. Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, I have in my whole five: Was I with you there that Rosaline,
for the goose ? Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.
Rom. Thou wast never with me for anything, Pen, Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, when thou wast not there for the goose. Hath sent a letter to his father's house.
Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. Mer. A challenge, on my life.
Rom. Nay, good goose, bite not. Ben. Romeo will answer it.
Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is Mer. Any man, that can write, may answer a most sharp sauce.
(goose ? Ben. Nay, he will answer the letter's master,
Rom. And is it not well served in to a sweet how he dares, being dared.
Mer. O, here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! from an inch narrow to an ell broad! stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot
Rom. I stretch it out for that word-broad: through the ear with a love-song; the very pin which added to the goose, proves thee far and of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt- wide a broad goose. shaft. And is he a man to encounter Tybalt?
Mer. Why, is not this better now than groanBen, Why, what is Tybalt?
ing for love? now art thou sociable, now art Mer. More than prince of cats, I can tell you. thou Romeo; now art thou what thou art, by O, he is the courageous captain of compliments. art as well as by nature: for this drivelling love He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and distance, and proportion; rests me his minim down to hide his bauble in a hole. rest, one, two, and the third in yonr bosom:
Ben. Stop there, stop there. the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale duellist; a gentleman of the very first house, against the hair.
large. of the first and second cause. Ah, the immortal
Ben. Thou would'st else have made thy tale passado! the punto reversol the hay!
Mer. O, thou art deceiv'd, I would have made Ben. The what?
it short: for I was come to the whole depth of Mer. The pox of such antick, lisping, affecting my tale: and meant, indeed, to occupy the arfantasticoes; these new tuners of accents !-By gument no longer. Jesu, a very good blade - a very tall man !-a very Rom. Here's goodly geer! good whore! -Why is not this a lamentable thing,
Enter Nurse and PETER, grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these Mer. A sail, a sail, a sail! pardonnez-moys, who stand so much on the new Len, Two, two; a shirt, and a smock.