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Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene...

...from ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes a pair of star-crossed lovers take their life...

Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene...

...from ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes a pair of star-crossed lovers take their life...

...whose misadventured piteous overthrows do with their death bury their parents' strife

The fearful passage of their death-marked love, and the continuance of their parents' rage...

...which, but their children's end, nought could remove...

...is now the two hours' traffic of our stage

The which if you with patient ears attend...

...what here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend

- I strike quickly, being moved. - But thou art not quickly moved to strike

- A dog of the house of Montague moves me. - If thou art moved, thou runn'st away

A dog of that house shall move me to stand

I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's

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

True, and therefore women, being the weaker vessels...

...are ever thrust to the wall

Therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall...

...and thrust his maids to the wall

The quarrel is between our masters and you their men

'Tis all one

When I have fought with the men...

...I will be civil with the maids, and cut off their heads

- The heads of the maids? - Ay, the heads of the maids...

...or their maidenheads, take it in what sense thou wilt

They must take it in sense that feel it

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

Draw thy tool, here comes of the house of the Montagues

My naked weapon is out

Let them begin

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

Nay, as they dare

I will bite my thumb at them, which is a disgrace to them if they bear it

- Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? - I do bite my thumb, sir

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

- Is the law of our side, if I say ay? - No

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

- Do you quarrel, sir? - Quarrel, sir? No, sir

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

- No better? - Well, sir

Say "better". Here comes one of my master's kinsmen

- Yes, better, sir. - You lie

Draw, if you be men

Part, fools! You know not what you do

Hey!

What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?

Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death

I do but keep the peace

Put up thy sword, or manage it to part these men with me

What, drawn, and talk of peace?

I hate the word, as I hate hell...

...all Montagues, and thee

Have at thee, coward

What noise is this? What noise is this?

- Give me my long sword, ho! - A crutch! Why call you for a sword?

My sword, I say! For Montague is come, and flourishes her blade in spite of me

Thou villain Capulet!

- Hold me not, let me go. - Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe

Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, profaners of this neighbour-stained steel

Will they not hear?

What, ho! You men, you beasts...

...that quench the fire of your pernicious rage...

...with purple fountains issuing from your veins

On pain of torture, from those bloody hands...

...throw your mistempered weapons to the ground

And hear the sentence of your moved prince

Three civil broils...

...bred of an airy word, by thee, old Capulet, and Montague...

...have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets

And made Verona's ancient citizens to wield old partisans, in hands as old...

...cankered with peace, to part your cankered hate

If ever you disturb our streets again, your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace

You Capulet, shall go along with me

And, Montague, come you this afternoon, to know our further pleasure in this case

Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?

Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?

Here were the servants of your adversary, and yours, close fighting ere I did approach

I drew to part them. In the instant came the fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared

While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, came more and more...

...and fought on part and part, till the Prince came, who parted either part

O, where is Romeo? Saw you him today?

An hour before the worshipped sun peered forth the golden window of the east...

...a troubled mind drave me to walk abroad, so early walking did I see your son

Towards him I made, but he was ware of me

I, measuring his affections by my own...

...which then most sought where most might not be found...

...being one too many by my weary self...

...I pursued my humour, not pursuing his, and gladly shunned who gladly fled from me

Many a morning hath he there been seen, with tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew...

...adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs

Away from light steals home my heavy son, and private in his chamber pens himself

Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out and makes himself an artificial night

- My noble uncle, do you know the cause? - I neither know it nor can learn of him

- Have you importuned him by any means? - Both by myself and many other friends

But he, his own affections' counsellor, is to himself...

...I will not say how true, but to himself so secret and so close

Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, we would as willingly give cure as know

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

I would thou wert so happy by thy stay to hear true shrift

Come, husband, let's away

- Good morrow, cousin. - Is the day so young?

- But new struck nine. - Ay me, sad hours seem long

- Was that my mother that went hence so fast? - It was

What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?

Not having that, which, having, makes them short

- In love? - Out...

- Of love? - Out of her favour where I am in love

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

Where shall we dine?

O me! What fray was here?

Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all

Here's much to do with hate, but more with love

Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!

Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health...

...this love feel I, that feel no love in this

- Dost thou not laugh? - No, coz, I rather weep

- Good heart, at what? - At thy good heart's oppression

Why, such is love's transgression

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs

Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes...

...being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears

- Farewell, my coz. - Soft, I will go along...

...an if you leave me so, you do me wrong

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

Tell me in sadness, who is that you love

What, shall I groan and tell thee?

Groan? Why, no. But sadly tell me who

In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman

I aimed so near, when I supposed you loved

Well, in that hit you miss. She'll not be hit with Cupid's arrow

She hath Dian's wit, and in strong proof of chastity well armed

From love's weak childish bow she lives uncharmed

She will not stay the siege of loving terms...

...nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes, nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold

So she is sworn that she will still live chaste?

She hath!

And in that sparing makes huge waste

She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow do I live dead that live to tell it now

Be ruled by me, forget to think of her

Teach me how I should forget to think

By giving liberty unto thine eyes. Examine other beauties

'Tis the way to call hers exquisite, in question more

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

Farewell, thou canst not teach me to forget

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

The Montagues are bound as well as I, in penalty alike

And 'tis not hard, I think, for folk so old as we to keep the peace

Of honourable reckoning are you both, and pity 'tis you lived at odds so long

But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?

But saying o'er what I have said before

My child is yet a stranger in the world, she hath not seen the change of fourteen years

Let two more summers wither in their pride, ere we may think her ripe to be a bride

Younger than she are happy mothers made

And too soon marred are those so early made

Earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she. She's the hopeful lady of my earth

But...

...woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart

My will to her consent is but a part

An she agree, within her scope of choice lies my consent and fair according voice

This night I hold an old accustomed feast, whereto I have invited many a guest...

...such as I love, and you among the store...

...one more, most welcome, makes my number more

At my poor house, look to behold this night...

...earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light

Such comfort as do lusty young men feel...

...when well-apparelled April on the heel of limping winter treads

Even such delight among fresh fennel buds...

...shall you this night inherit at my house

Sirrah, go trudge about through fair Verona

Find those persons out whose names are written there

And to them say, my house and welcome on their pleasure stay

"Find them out whose names are written"

Here I must to the learned...

- Tut, man... - ...in good time

One fire burns out another's burning

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

Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that

- For what, I pray thee? - For your broken shin

- Romeo, art thou mad? - Not mad, but bound more than a madman is

Shut up in prison, kept without my food, whipped and tormented and...

- Good e'en, good fellow. - God gi' good e'en

- I pray, sir, can you read? - Ay, mine own fortune in my misery

Perhaps you have learned it without book

But, I pray sir, can you read anything you see?

Ay, if I know the letters and the language

Ye say honestly, rest you merry

Stay, fellow...

...I can read

"Signior Martino and his wife and daughters, Mercutio...

And brother Valentine...

Mine uncle Capulet, my fair niece Rosaline, Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt...

...Lucio and the lively Helena"

A fair assembly. Whither should they come?

- To our house. - Whose house?

- My master's. - Indeed, I should have asked you that before

Now I'll tell you without asking. My master is the great rich Capulet

And if you be not of the house of Montague, come and crush a cup of wine

Rest you merry

At this same ancient feast of Capulet's...

...sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so loves, with all the admired beauties of Verona

Go thither, and with unattainted eye, compare her face with some that I shall show...

...and I will make thee think thy swan a crow

One fairer than my love?

The all-seeing sun ne'er saw her match since first the world begun

I'll go along...

...no such sight to be shown, but to rejoice in splendour of mine own

Nurse, where's my daughter?

Call her forth to me

Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old, I bade her come.

What, lamb! What, ladybird!

God forbid, where's this girl? What, Juliet!

- How now? Who calls? - Your mother

- Madam, I am here. What is your will? - This is the matter

Nurse, give leave awhile, we must talk in secret

Nurse, come back again...

...I have remembered me, thou's hear our counsel

Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age

Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour

She's not fourteen

I'll lay fourteen of my teeth she's not fourteen

How long is it now to Lammas-tide?

A fortnight and odd days

Even or odd, of all days in the year...

...come Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen

Susan and she, God rest all Christian souls, were of an age

Well, Susan is with God. She was...

...too good for me

Marry, I remember it well. 'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years...

...and she was weaned, I never shall forget it...

...of all the days of the year, upon that day

For I had then laid wormwood to my dug, sitting in the sun under the dovehouse wall

My lord and you were then at Mantua... nay, I do bear a brain

And since that time it is eleven years, for then she could stand alone...

...for even the day before...

...she broke her brow

And then my husband, God be with his soul, O was a merry man...

...took up the child, "Yea", quoth he, "dost thou fall upon thy face?"

"Thou wilt fall backwards when thou hast more wit, wilt thou not, Jule?"

And by my holidam, the pretty wretch left crying and said "Ay"

To see, now, how a jest may come about!

I warrant, an I should live a thousand years, I never should forget it

"Wilt thou not, Jule?" quoth he, pretty fool, it stinted and said "Ay"

Enough of this, I pray thee, hold thy peace

And yet I warrant it had upon it brow a bump as big as a young cockerel's stone

"Yea", quoth my husband, "fall'st upon thy face?"

"Thou wilt fall backwards when thou comest to age, wilt thou not, Jule?"

- It stinted and said "Ay". - And stint thou too, I pray thee, Nurse, say I

Peace, I have done

God mark thee to his grace! Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed

An I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish

Marry, that "marry" is the very theme I came to talk of

Tell me, daughter Juliet, how stands your disposition to be married?

It is an honour that I dream not of

An honour!

Were not I thine only nurse...

... I would say thou hadst sucked wisdom from thy teat

Well, think of marriage now

Younger than you, here in Verona, ladies of esteem, are made already mothers

By my count, I was your mother much upon these years that you are now a maid

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

A man, young lady! Lady, such a man!

- Verona's summer hath not such a flower. - Nay, he's a flower, in faith, a very flower

What say you? Can you love the gentleman?

This night you shall behold him at our feast

Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face...

...and find delight writ there with beauty's pen

And what obscured in this fair volume lies...

...find written in the margent of his eyes

This precious book of love, this unbound lover...

...to beautify him, only lacks a cover

So shall you share all that he doth possess, by having him, making yourself no less

No less? Nay, bigger. Women grow by men

- Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love? - I'll look to like, if looking liking move

But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly

Madam, the guests are come, supper served up...

...you called, my young lady asked for...

...the nurse cursed in the pantry, and everything in extremity

I beseech you, follow straight

We follow thee

Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days

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

Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance

Not I, believe me. You have dancing shoes with nimble soles

I have a soul of lead so stakes me to the ground I cannot move

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

I am too sore enpierced with his shaft to soar with his light feathers

And so bound, I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe

Under love's heavy burden do I sink

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

...too great oppression for a tender thing

Is love a tender thing?

It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn

If love be rough with you, be rough with love

Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down

Give me a case to put my visage in

Come, knock and enter, and no sooner in, but every man betake him to his legs

A torch for me. Let wantons light of heart tickle the senseless rushes with their heels

- Come, we burn daylight, ho! - Nay, that's not so

I mean, sir, in delay we waste our lights in vain, like lights by day. Take our good meaning

And we mean well in going to this masque, but 'tis no wit to go

Why, may one ask?

I dreamt a dream tonight

- And so did I. - Well, what was yours?

That dreamers often lie

In bed asleep, while they do dream things true

O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you

She is the fairies' midwife

And she comes in shape no bigger than an agate-stone...

...on the forefinger of an alderman...

...drawn with a team of little atomies over men's noses as they lie asleep

Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners' legs...

...the cover of the wings of grasshoppers

Her traces of the smallest spider's web...

...her collars of the moonshine's watery beams

Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film, her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat

And in this state, she gallops night by night through lovers' brains...

...and then they dream of love

On courtiers' knees, that dream on curtsies 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 breath with sweetmeats tainted are

Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose...

...and then dreams he of smelling out a suit

Sometime she driveth over a soldier's neck...

...and then dreams he of cutting foreign throats...

...of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes

And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two and sleeps again

This is that very Mab that plaits the manes of horses in the night...

...and bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs...

...which once untangled, much misfortune bodes

This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs...

...that presses them and learns them first to bear...

...making them women of good carriage. This is she...

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

True, I talk of dreams...

...which are the children of an idle brain, begot of nothing but vain fantasy

Supper's done...

...and we shall come too late

I fear too early, for my mind misgives some consequence yet hanging in the stars...

...shall bitterly begin his fearful date with this night's revels...

...and expire the term of a despised life closed in my breast...

...by some vile forfeit of untimely death

But he that hath the steerage of my course, direct my suit

- On, lusty gentlemen! - Strike, drum

Welcome, gentlemen!

Ladies that have their toes unplagued with corns will walk a bout with you

Ah, my mistresses, which of you all will now deny to dance?

She that makes dainty, she I'll swear hath corns

Am I come near ye now?

You are welcome, gentlemen!

Come, musicians, play

Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet, for you and I are past our dancing days

How long is't now since last yourself and I were in a mask?

By our lady, thirty years

What, man? 'Tis not so much, 'tis not so much

'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio, some five and twenty years, then we masked

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

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

What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand of yonder knight?

She doth teach the torches to burn bright

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night as a rich jewel in an ebony ear

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear

The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand...

...and touching hers, make blessed my rude hand

Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight, for I ne'er saw true beauty till this night

This, by his voice, should be a Montague

Fetch me my rapier, boy

What dares the slave come hither, covered with an antic face...

...to fleer and scorn at our solemnity?

Now, by the stock and honour of my kin...

...to strike him dead I hold it not a sin

Why, how now, kinsman? Wherefore storm you so?

Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe

A villain that is hither come in spite, to scorn at our solemnity this night

- Young Romeo is it? - 'Tis he, that villain Romeo

Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone

He bears him like a portly gentleman

And to say truth, Verona brags of him to be a virtuous and well-governed youth

I would not for the wealth of all this town here in my house do him disparagement

Therefore be patient, take no note of him

- I'll not endure him! - He shall be endured

What, goodman boy?

I say, he shall. Go to

Am I the master here or you? Go to

You'll not endure him?

God shall mend my soul, you'll make a mutiny among my guests?

- Why, uncle, 'tis a shame. - Go to, go to. Quiet!

More light, more light! For shame, I'll make you quiet

What, cheerly, my hearts!

I will withdraw...

...but this intrusion shall now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall

If I profane with my unworthiest hand...

...this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand...

...to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss

Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hands too much...

...which mannerly devotion shows in this

For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch...

...and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss

- Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? - Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer

O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do

They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair

Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake

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

Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged

Then have my lips the sin that they have took

Sin from my lips? O, trespass sweetly urged!

Give me my sin again

You kiss by the book

Madam, your mother craves a word with you

What is her mother?

Marry, bachelor, her mother is the lady of the house...

...and a good lady, and a wise and virtuous

I nursed her daughter, that you talked withal

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

Is she a Capulet?

O, dear account! My life is my foe's debt

- Away, begone, the sport is at the best - Ay, so I fear, the more is my unrest

Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone, we have a trifling foolish banquet towards

Is it e'en so? Why then I thank you all

I thank you, honest gentlemen...

...good night

Come on, then let's to bed. It waxes late...

...I'll to my rest

- Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman? - I know not

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

His name is Romeo, and a Montague, the only son of your great enemy

My only love sprung from my only hate!

Too early seen unknown, and known too late

Prodigious birth of love it is to me, that I must love a loathed enemy

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

Can I go forward when my heart is here?

Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out

Romeo!

My cousin Romeo!

He is wise, and on my life hath stolen him home to bed

He ran this way and leapt this orchard wall. Call, good Mercutio

Nay, I'll conjure too

Romeo! Humours! Madman! Passion! Lover!

Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh...

...speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied

Cry but "Ay me", pronounce but "love" and "dove"...

...he heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not

Now will he sit under a medlar tree...

...and wish his mistress were that same fruit...

...as maids call medlars, when they laugh alone

O Romeo, that she were...

...O, that she were an open arse, and thou a poperin pear!

Romeo, goodnight!

I'll to my truckle-bed

This field is too cold for me to sleep

Come, shall we go?

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

She jests at scars that never felt a wound

But, soft, what light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon...

...who is already sick and pale with grief...

...that thou, her maid, art far more fair than she

Be not her maid, since she is envious

Her vestal livery is but sick and green and none but fools do wear it, cast it off

It is my lady, O...

...it is my love

O, that she knew she were!

She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?

Her eye discourses, I will answer it

I am too bold...

...'tis not to me she speaks

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

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand

That I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!

- Ay me. - She speaks!

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 the white upturned wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him...

...when he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds, and sails upon the bosom of the air

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

Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

'Tis but thy name that is my enemy

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 word would smell as sweet

So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called...

...retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title

Romeo, doff thy name...

...and for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself

I take thee at thy word

Call me but love, and I'll be new baptised, henceforth I never will be Romeo

What man art thou that thus bescreened in night...

...so stumblest on my counsel?

By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am

My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, because it is an enemy to thee

Had I it written, I would tear the word

My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words of that tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound

- Art thou not Romeo and a Montague? - Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike

How cam'st thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?

The orchard walls are high and hard to climb

And the place death, considering who thou art, if any of my kinsmen find thee here

With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls

For stony limits cannot hold love out, and what love can do, that dares love attempt

- Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me - If they do see thee, they will murder thee

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye than twenty of their swords

Look thou but sweet, and I am proof against their enmity

I would not for the world they saw thee here

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

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

By whose direction found'st thou out this place?

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 shore washed with the farthest sea...

...I should adventure for such merchandise

Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face...

...else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek for that which thou hast heard me speak tonight

Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny what I have spoke. But farewell, compliment

Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "Ay", and I will take thy word

Yet if thou swear'st, thou mayst prove false. At lovers' perjuries 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 my behaviour light

But trust me, gentle man...

...I'll prove more true than those that have more coying to be strange

I should have been more strange, I must confess...

...but that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, my true love's passion

Therefore pardon me

And not impute this yielding to light love, which the dark night hath so discovered

Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow that tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops...

O, swear not by the moon...

...the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb...

...lest that thy love prove likewise variable

- What shall I swear by? - 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

- If my heart's dear love... - Well, do not swear

Although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract tonight

It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden

Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be ere one can say "It lightens"

Goodnight...

...goodnight, as sweet repose and rest come to thy heart as that within my breast

O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?

The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine

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

Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?

But to be frank and give it thee again...

And yet I wish but for the thing I have

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep

The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite

I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu

- Juliet! - Anon, good nurse

Stay but a little, I will come again

Blessed, blessed night!

I am afeard, being in night, all this is but a dream...

...too flattering-sweet to be substantial

Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed

If that thy bent of love be honourable...

...thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow...

...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

- Madam! - I come, anon

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

- Madam! - By and by, I come

...to cease thy strife, and leave me to my grief

- Tomorrow will I send. - So thrive my soul...

A thousand times goodnight

A thousand times the worse, to want thy light

Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books...

...but love from love, toward school with heavy looks

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

- Romeo - My nyas?

- What o'clock tomorrow shall I send to thee? - By the hour of nine

I will not fail, 'tis twenty years till then

- I have forgot why I did call thee back. - Let me stand here till thou remember it

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

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

'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone

And yet no further than a wanton's bird, that lets it hop a little from his hand

- I would I were thy bird. - Sweet, so would I

Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing

Goodnight

Goodnight

Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow

Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast

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

Hence will I to my holy friar's cell, his help to crave, and my dear hap to tell

The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night...

...checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light

And fleckled darkness like a drunkard reels from forth day's path...

...and Titan's burning wheels

I must upfill this osier cage of ours...

...with baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers

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

What is her burying grave, that is her womb

For nought so vile that on the earth doth live...

...but to the earth some special good doth give

Within the infant rind of this weak flower...

...poison hath residence and medicine power

Two such opposed kings encamp them still

In man as well as herbs...

...grace and rude will

Good morrow, father

Benedicite. What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?

Young son, it argues a distemper'd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed

Or if not so, then here I hit it right...

...our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight

- That last is true, the sweeter rest was mine - God pardon sin! Wast thou with Rosaline?

With Rosaline, my ghostly father?

No, I have forgot that name, and that name's woe

That's my good son

But where hast thou been, then?

I have been feasting with mine enemy...

...where on a sudden one hath wounded me, that's by me wounded

Both our remedies within thy help and holy physic lies

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

Then plainly know, my heart's dear love is set...

...on the fair daughter of rich Capulet

As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine, and all combined...

...save what thou must combine by holy marriage

When and where and how we met, we wooed and made exchange of vow...

...I'll tell thee as we pass, but this I pray, that thou consent to marry us today

Holy Saint Francis...

...what a change is here!

Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear, so soon forsaken?

Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes

Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine hath washed thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!

Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit of an old tear that is not washed off yet

And art thou changed?

Pronounce this sentence then. Women may fall, when there's no strength in men

I pray thee, chide me not

Her I love now doth grace for grace and love for love allow

The other did not so

O, she knew well thy love did read by rote and could not spell

But come, young waverer...

...come, go with me, in one respect I'll thy assistant be

For this alliance may so happy prove...

...to turn your neighbours' rancour to pure love

Let us hence! I stand on sudden haste

Wisely...

...and slow

They stumble that run fast

Where the devil should this Romeo be?

- Came he not home tonight? - Not to his father's. I spoke with his man

Why, that same pale hard-hearted wench...

...that Rosaline, torments him so, that he will sure run mad

Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet, hath sent a letter to his father's house

- A challenge, on my life. - Romeo will answer it

Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead

Run through the ear with a love-song...

...the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft

- And is he a man to encounter Tybalt? - Why, what is Tybalt?

More than prince of cats, O, he's the courageous captain of compliments

He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance and proportion

One, two, and the third in your bosom

The very butcher of a silk button

A very good blade, a very tall man, a very good whore

- Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo. - Without his roe, like a dried herring

Laura to his lady was a kitchen-wench...

...Dido a dowdy, Cleopatra a gypsy

Helen and Hero hildings and harlots...

...Thisbe a grey eye or so, but not to the purpose

Signor Romeo, bonjour

You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night

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

The slip, sir, the slip. Could you not conceive?

Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great...

...and in such a case as mine, a man may strain courtesy

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

- Meaning, to curtsy. - Thou hast most kindly hit it

- A most courteous exposition. - Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy

- Pink for flower. - Right

Why, then is my pump well flowered

Come between us, good Benvolio, my wits faint

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

Is not this better now than groaning for love?

Now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo

For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down...

...to hide his bauble in a hole

Stop there, stop there

- Here's goodly gear. A sail, a sail! - Two, two. A shirt and a smock

My fan, Peter

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

- God ye good morrow, gentlemen. - God ye good e'en, fair gentlewoman

- Is it good e'en? - 'Tis no less, I tell yo...

...for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon

Out upon you! What a man is she?

One, gentlewoman, that God hath made himself to mar

By my troth, it is well said, "for himself to mar"

Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo?

I can tell you...

...but young Romeo will be older when you have found him...

...than he was when you sought him

If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you

She will indite him to some supper

- A bawd, a bawd! So ho! - What hast thou found?

Romeo, will you come to your father's? We'll to dinner, thither

- I will follow you. - Farewell, ancient lady...

...farewell, lady, lady, lady

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

A gentlewoman, nurse, that loves to hear herself talk...

...and will speak more in a minute than she will stand to in a month

An a speak anything against me I'll take 'em down...

...and twenty such Jacks

Scurvy knave, I am none of her flirt-gills

And thou must stand by too...

...and suffer every knave to use me at their pleasure?

I saw no man use you at his pleasure

If I had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant you

I dare draw as soon as another man, should I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the...

...law on my side

Now, afore God, I am so vexed that every part about me quivers

I pray you, sir, a word

Now, as I told you, my young lady bid me inquire you out

And what she bid me say...

...I will keep to myself

But first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her in a fool's paradise, as they say...

...it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they say

For the gentlewoman is young, and therefore, if you should deal double with her...

...truly it were an ill thing, and very weak dealing

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

Good heart, and i'faith I will tell her as much

Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman

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

I will tell her, sir, that you do protest...

...which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer

Bid her devise some means to come to shrift this afternoon

And there she shall at Friar Laurence's cell be shrived and married

- Here is for thy pains. - No truly, sir, not a penny

- Go to, I say you shall. - This afternoon, sir? Well, she shall be there

And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall

Within this hour my man shall be with thee and bring thee cords made like a tackled stair...

...which to the high top-gallant of my joy must be my convoy in the secret night

Farewell, be trusty and I'll quit thy pains.

God in heaven bless you

- Hark you, sir. - What say'st thou, my dear nurse?

Now, my mistress is the sweetest lady

Lord, lord, lord! When 'twas a little prating thing, she...

O, there is a nobleman in town, one Paris, who would fain lay knife aboard

But she, good soul, had as lief see a toad, a very toad, as see him

I anger her sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer man

But, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the versal world

- Commend me to thy lady. - Ay, a thousand times

- Peter! - Anon

Before, and apace

The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse

In half an hour she promised to return

Perchance she cannot meet him... that's not so

O, she is lame!

Love's heralds should be thoughts, which ten times faster glides than the sun's beams

Now is the sun upon the highmost hill of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve...

...is three long hours, yet she is not come

Had she affections and warm youthful blood...

...she would be as swift in motion as a ball

But old folks...

...many feign as they were dead, unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead

O God, she comes

O honey nurse, what news? Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away

Peter, stay at the gate

Now, good sweet nurse...

O lord, why look'st thou sad?

I am aweary...

...give me leave awhile

Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have I had!

I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news

Nay, come, I pray thee speak, good, good nurse, speak

Jesu, what haste? Can you not stay awhile?

Do you not see that I am out of breath?

How art thou out of breath...

...when thou hast breath to say to me that thou art out of breath?

Let me be satisfied, is it good or bad?

Well, you've made a simple choice, you know not how to choose a man

Romeo? No, not he

Though his face be better than any man's, and his leg excels all men's...

...and for a hand and a foot and a body...

...though they be not to be talked upon, yet they are past compare

He is not the flower of courtesy, but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb

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

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

Lord, how my head aches!

What a head have I! It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces

O, my back!

O't'other side...

O, my back, my back!

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

In faith, I am sorry that thou art not well

Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me...

...what says my love?

Your love says, like an honest gentleman...

...and a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome...

...and, I warrant you, a virtuous...

Where is your mother?

Where is my mother?

How oddly thou repliest

"Your love says, like an honest gentleman, where is your mother?"

O God's lady dear! Are you so hot? Henceforward do your messages yourself

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

- Have you got leave to go to shrift today? - I have

Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence's cell

There stays a husband to make you a wife

Hie you to church, I must another way, to fetch a ladder...

...by the which your love must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark

Go, I'll to dinner. Hie you to the cell!

Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell

Do thou but close our hands in holy words...

...then love-devouring death do what he dare

It is enough I may but call her mine

These violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die...

...like fire and powder, which as they kiss consume

Therefore, love moderately...

...long love doth so

Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow

Here comes the lady. O, so light a foot will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint

Good evens my ghostly confessor

Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both

As much to him, else is his thanks too much

Juliet...

...if the measure of thy joy be heaped like mine...

...and that thy skill be more to blazon it...

...then sweeten with thy breath this neighbour air...

...and let rich music's tongue unfold the imagined happiness...

...that both receive in either by this dear encounter

Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, brags of his substance, not of ornament

They are but beggars that can count their worth

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

Come, come, and we will make short work

For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone till holy church incorporate two in one

I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire

The day is hot, the Capulets abroad...

...and if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl...

...for now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring

Thou art like one of these fellows that when he enters the confines of a tavern...

...claps me his sword upon the table and says "God send me no need of thee"

And then, by the operation of the second cup...

...draws him on the drawer, when indeed there is no need

- Am I like such a fellow? - Nay, an there were two such...

...we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other

Thou? Why, thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street

Because he woke my dog that was lying asleep in the sun

And yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling?

By my head, here comes the Capulets

By my heel, I care not

Gentlemen, good e'en, a word with one of you

And but one word with one of us?

Couple it with something, make it a word and a blow

You shall find me apt enough to that, miss, should you give me occasion

Could you not take some occasion without giving?

Mercutio...

thou consort'st with Romeo

Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels?

An thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords

Here is my fiddlestick, here's that shall make you dance

Come, consort!

We talk here in the public haunt of men

Either withdraw unto some private place...

...or reason coldly of your grievances, or else depart

Men's eyes were made to look, so let them gaze

I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I

Well, peace be with you, miss, here comes my man

But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your...

Romeo...

...the love I bear thee can afford no better term than this

Thou art a villain

Tybalt...

...the reason that I have to love thee...

...doth much excuse the appertaining rage to such a greeting

Villain am I none

Therefore farewell, I see thou know'st me not

Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries that thou hast done me

Therefore turn and draw

I do protest I never injured thee...

...but love thee better than thou canst devise...

...till thou shalt know the reason of my love

And so...

...good Capulet...

...which name I tender as dearly as my own, be satisfied

O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!

Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?

What wouldst thou have with me?

Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives

I am for you

Come, sir, your passado

Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up

Hold, Tybalt!

Good Mercutio!

I am hurt

A plague o'both the houses!

I am sped

- Is he gone and hath nothing? - What, art thou hurt?

Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch...

...marry, 'tis enough

Courage, friend, the hurt cannot be much

No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door

But 'tis enough, 'twill serve

Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave woman

I am peppered, I warrant, for this world

A plague o'both your houses!

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

I thought all for the best

Help me into some house, Benvolio, or I shall faint

A plague o'both your houses

They have made worms' meat of me

I have it, and soundly too

This good woman...

...the Prince's near ally, my very friend, hath got her mortal hurt in my behalf

My reputation stained with Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that an hour hath been my cousin

Sweet Juliet, thy beauty hath made me effeminate...

...and in my temper softened valour's steel

Romeo...

...brave Mercutio is dead

That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds, which too untimely here did scorn the earth

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

- Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. - He gone in triumph and Mercutio slain?

Away to heaven, respective lenity...

...and fire and fury be my conduct now

Now, Tybalt, take the "villain" back again, which late thou gavest me...

...for Mercutio's soul is but a little way above our heads...

...staying for thine to keep her company

Either thou or I, or both, must go with her

Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort her here...

...shalt with her hence

This shall determine that

Romeo, away, begone!

The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain. Stand not amazed...

...the Prince will doom thee death, if thou art taken. Hence, begone, away!

- I am fortune's fool - Why dost thou stay?

Where are the vile beginners of this fray?

O, noble Prince, I can discover all the unlucky manage of this fatal brawl

There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, that slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio

Tybalt, my cousin?

O my brother's child!

O Prince! O cousin! Husband!

O, the blood is spilled of my dear kinsman

Prince, as thou art true...

...for blood of ours, shed blood of Montague

O cousin, cousin!

Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?

Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay

Romeo that spoke him fair, bid him bethink how nice the quarrel was...

...and urged withal your high displeasure

All this uttered with gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bowed...

...could not take truce with the unruly spleen of Tybalt, deaf to peace

But that he tilts with piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast...

...who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point...

...and with a martial scorn with one hand beats cold death aside...

...and with the other sends it back to Tybalt whose dexterity retorts it

Romeo he cries aloud, "Hold, friends! Friends, part!"

And swifter than his tongue...

...his agile arm beats down their fatal points and 'twixt them rushes...

...underneath whose arm an envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life of stout Mercutio...

...and then Tybalt fled

But by and by comes back to Romeo, who had but newly entertained revenge

And to it they go like lightning...

...for, ere I could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain

And as he fell...

...did Romeo turn and fly

This is the truth, or let Benvolio die

He is a kinsman to the Montague...

...affection makes him false, he speaks not true

Some twenty of them fought in this black strife...

...and all those twenty could but kill one life

I beg for justice, which thou, Prince, must give

Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live

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

Not Romeo, Prince...

...he was Mercutio's friend

His fault concludes but what the law should end...

...the life of Tybalt

And for that offence immediately we do exile him hence

I have an interest in your hate's proceeding...

...my blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding

But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine that you shall all repent the loss of mine

Let Romeo hence in haste, else, when he is found, that hour is his last

Bear hence this body and attend our will

Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, towards Phoebus' lodging

Such a wagoner as Phaethon would whip you to the west...

...and bring in cloudy night immediately

Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night...

...that runaway's eyes may wink, and Romeo...

...leap to these arms, untalked of and unseen

Lovers can see to do their amorous rites by their own beauties

Or if love be blind, it best agrees with night

Come, civil night, thou sober-suited matron all in black...

...and learn me how to lose a winning match, played for a pair of stainless maidenhoods

Come night, come Romeo, come thou day in night

For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night whiter than new snow upon a raven's back

Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-browed night

Give me my Romeo, and when I shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars

And he will make the face of heaven so fine...

...that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun

So tedious is this day...

...as is the night before some festival...

...to an impatient child that hath new robes and may not wear them

O, here comes my nurse, and she brings news

And every tongue that speaks but Romeo's name...

...speaks heavenly eloquence

Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there?

The cords that Romeo bid thee fetch?

Ay, ay, the cords

Ay me, what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands?

O welladay! He's dead, he's dead, he's dead

We are undone, lady, we are undone

Alack the day, he's gone, he's killed, he's dead

- Can heaven be so envious? - Romeo can, though heaven cannot

O Romeo...

...Romeo

What devil art thou that dost torment me thus?

Hath Romeo slain himself?

If he be slain, say "ay", or if not, "no". Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe

I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes, God save the mark...

...here on his manly breast all in gore-blood. I swoonded at the sight

Break, my heart, poor bankrupt, break at once!

O Tybalt, Tybalt...

...the best friend I had!

That ever I should live to see thee dead!

What storm is this that blows so contrary? Is Romeo slaughtered, and is Tybalt dead?

Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom...

...for who is living, if those two are gone?

Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished...

...Romeo that killed him, he is banished

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

It did, it did, alas the day, it did

O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!

Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?

Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical

Was ever book containing such vile matter so fairly bound?

O, that deceit should dwell in such a gorgeous palace!

There's no trust, no faith, no honesty in men

All perjured, all forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers

- Shame come to Romeo. - Blistered be thy tongue for such a wish!

He was not born to shame. O, what a beast was I to chide at him!

Will you speak well of him that killed your cousin?

Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?

Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name...

...when I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?

But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?

That villain cousin would have killed my husband

Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring

My husband lives that Tybalt would have slain...

...and Tybalt's dead that would have killed my husband

All this is comfort, wherefore weep I then?

Some word there was...

...worser than Tybalt's death, that murdered me

I would forget it fain, but, O, it presses to my memory...

...like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds

"Tybalt is dead...

...and Romeo...

banished"

That "banished"...

...that one word "banished"...

...hath slain ten thousand Tybalts

Poor ropes...

...you are beguiled...

...both you and I, for Romeo is exiled

He made you for a highway to my bed, but I, a maid, die maiden-widowed

Come cord, come nurse, I'll to my wedding-bed...

...and death...

not Romeo, take my maidenhead

Hie to your chamber, I'll find Romeo to comfort you

I wot well where he is

Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night

I'll to him, he is hid at Laurence's cell

Find him

Give this ring to my true knight, and bid him come to take his last farewell

Romeo, come forth, come forth, thou fearful man

I bring thee tidings of the Prince's doom

What less than doomsday is the Prince's doom?

A gentler judgment vanished from her lips. Not body's death, but body's banishment

Banishment?

Be merciful, say "death"

For exile hath more terror in his look, much more than death

Do not say "banishment"

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

There is no world without Verona walls, but purgatory, torture, hell itself

O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!

Thy fault our law calls death

But the kind prince, taking thy part, hath brushed aside the law...

...and turned that black word "death" to "banishment".

This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not

'Tis torture and not mercy

Heaven is here, where Juliet lives

And every cat and dog and little mouse, every unworthy thing...

...live here in heaven and may look on her...

...but Romeo may not

More validity, more honourable state...

...more courtship lives in carrion-flies than Romeo

They may seize on the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand...

...and steal immortal blessing from her lips

This may flies do, when I from this must fly...

...and say'st thou yet that exile is not death?

Hadst thou no poison mixed...

...no sharp-ground knife, no sudden mean of death...

...though ne'er so mean, but "banished" to kill me?

"Banished"? O friar...

...the damned use that word in hell, howling attends it

How hast thou the heart, being a divine, a ghostly confessor, a sin-absolver...

...and my friend professed, to mangle me with that word "banished"?

- Then, fond mad man, hear me a little speak. - O, thou wilt speak again of banishment

I'll give thee armour to keep off that word

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, to comfort thee, though thou art banished

Yet "banished"? Hang up philosophy!

Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, displant a town, reverse a prince's doom

It helps not, it prevails not

- Talk no more. - O, then I see that madmen have no ears

How should they, when wise men have no eyes?

- Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. - Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel

Arise, one knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyself

Not I, unless the breath of heartsick groans...

...mist-like, enfold me from the search of eyes

Romeo, arise, thou wilt be taken

Who's there?

What simpleness is this?

I come!

I come

Whence come you? What's your will?

- I come from Lady Juliet. - Welcome, then

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

There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk

O, he is even in my mistress' case, just in her case

O, woeful sympathy!

Piteous predicament!

Even so lies she, blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering

Stand up, stand up, stand, an you be a man

For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand

Speak'st thou of Juliet?

How is it with her?

Doth not she think me an old murderer?

Where is she? And how doth she?

And what says my concealed lady to our cancelled love?

O, she says nothing, sir...

...but weeps and weeps, and now falls on her bed, and then starts up...

...and "Tybalt" calls, and then on Romeo cries...

...and then down falls again

As if that name, shot from the deadly level of a gun, did murder her

As that name's cursed hand murdered her kinsman

O, tell me, friar, tell me...

...in what vile part of this anatomy doth my name lodge?

Tell me, that I may sack the hateful mansion

Hold thy desperate hand

Art thou a man?

Thy form cries out thou art

Thy tears are womanish...

...thy wild acts denote the unreasonable fury of a beast

Thou hast amazed me

By my holy order, I...

...thought thy disposition better tempered

Hast thou slain Tybalt? Wilt thou slay thyself?

And slay thy lady too that in thy life lives...

...by doing damned hate upon thyself?

Thy noble shape is but a form of wax, digressing from the valour of a man

Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury...

...killing that love which thou hast vowed to cherish

Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love...

...misshapen in the conduct of them both...

...like powder in a skilless soldier's flask, is set afire with thine own ignorance...

...and thou dismembered with thine own defence

What...

...rouse thee, man!

Thy Juliet is alive...

...for whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead

There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee...

...but thou slew'st Tybalt. There art thou happy

The law that threatens death became thy friend...

...and turned it to exile. There art thou happy

A pack of blessings light upon thy back, happiness courts thee in her best array

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 to blaze your marriage...

...reconcile your friends, beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back...

...with twenty hundred thousand times more joy than thou went'st forth in lamentation

Go before, nurse, commend me to thy lady

And bid her hasten all the house to bed, which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto

Romeo is coming

O lord, I could have stayed here all night to hear good counsel

O, what learning is!

My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come

Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide

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

How well my comfort is revived by this

Go hence, and here stands all your state

Give me thy hand, 'tis late

Farewell, good night

But that a joy past joy calls out on me, it were a grief, so brief to part with thee

Farewell

Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily...

...that we've had no time to move our daughter

Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly...

...and so did I

Well, we were born to die

'Tis very late, she'll not come down tonight

I promise you, but for your company, I would have been abed an hour ago

These times of woe afford no times to woo

Madam, goodnight...

...commend me to your daughter

I will, and know her mind early tomorrow. Tonight she is mewed up to her heaviness

Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender of my child's love

I think she will be ruled in all respects by me, nay, more, I doubt it not

Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed, acquaint her here of my son Paris' love...

...and bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next...

But, soft, what day is this?

- Monday, my lord. - Monday? Well, Wednesday is too soon

Thursday let it be

O'Thursday, tell her, she shall be married to this noble earl

Will you be ready? Do you like this haste?

We'll keep no great ado, a friend or two, for hark you, Tybalt being slain so late...

...it may be thought we held him carelessly, being our kinsman, if we revel much

Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, and there an end

- But what say you to Thursday? - My lord, I would that Thursday were tomorrow

Well get you gone. O'Thursday be it, then

Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed. Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day

Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho!

Afore me! It is so very late, that we may call it early by and by

Goodnight

Wilt thou be gone?

It is not yet near day

It was the nightingale, and not the lark, that pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear

Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale

It was the lark, the herald of the morn, no nightingale

Look, love, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops

I must be gone and live, or stay and die

Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I

It is some meteor...

...that the sun exhales, to be to thee this night a torch-bearer...

...and light thee on thy way to Mantua

Therefore stay yet. Thou need'st not to be gone

Let me be ta'en...

...let me be put to death

I am content, so thou wilt have it so

I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye

Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat the vaulty heaven so high above our heads

I have more care to stay than will to go

Come, death, and welcome. Juliet wills it so

How is't, my soul? Let's talk, it is not day

It is...

...it is

Hie hence, begone, away

It is the lark that sings so out of tune

O, now begone, more light and light it grows

More light and light, more dark and dark our woes

- Madam - Nurse?

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

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

Farewell

Farewell

One kiss, and I'll descend

Art thou gone so? Love, lord, ay, husband, friend

I must hear from thee every day in the hour, for in a minute there are many days

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

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

O think'st thou we shall ever meet again?

I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve for sweet discourses in our time to come

O God, I have an ill-divining soul

Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low, as one dead in the bottom of a tomb

Either my eyesight fails or thou look'st pale

And trust me, love, in my eye so do you

Dry sorrow drinks our blood

Adieu, adieu

Be fickle, fortune...

...for then I hope thou will not keep him long, but send him back

- Ho, daughter, are you up? - Who is't that calls?

It is my lady mother

What unaccustomed cause procures her hither?

- Why, how now, Juliet. - Madam, I am not well

Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?

What, will thou wash him from his grave with tears?

An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live

Therefore, have done

Some grief shows much of love, but much of grief shows still some want of wit

Feeling so the loss, I cannot choose but ever weep the friend

Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death...

...as that the traitor murderer lives

Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands

Would none but I might venge my cousin's death

Then weep no more

I'll send to one in Mantua, where that same banished runagate doth live...

...shall give him such an unaccustomed dram, that he shall soon keep Tybalt company

And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied

Madam, if you were to find out but a man to bear a poison, I would temper it...

...that Romeo should upon receipt thereof soon sleep in quiet

Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man

But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl

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

Well, well...

...thou hast a careful father, child...

...one who, to put thee from thy heaviness...

...hath sorted out a sudden day of joy...

...that thou expects not, nor I looked not for

Madam, in happy time, what day is that?

Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn...

...the gallant, young and noble gentleman...

...the County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church...

...shall happily make thee there a joyful bride

Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too, he shall not make me there a joyful bride

I wonder at this haste, that I must wed ere he that should be husband comes to woo

I pray you tell my lord and father, madam, I will not marry yet

And, when I do, I swear it shall be Romeo...

...whom you know I hate, rather than Paris

These are news indeed

Here comes your father

Tell him so yourself, and see how he will take it at your hands

How now? What, still in tears? Evermore showering?

In one little body thou counterfeits a bark, a sea, a wind...

...for still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, do ebb and flow with tears

How now, wife? Have you delivered to her our decree?

Ay, sir, but she will none, she gives you thanks

I would the fool were married to her grave

Soft, take me with you...

...take me with you, wife

How, will she none?

Doth she not give us thanks?

Is she not proud?

Doth she not count her blest, unworthy as she is...

...that we have wrought so worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?

Not proud you have, but thankful that you have

Proud can I never be of what I hate...

...but thankful even for hate, that is meant love

How now? How now? Chop-logic? What is this?

"Proud" and "I thank you" and "I thank you not"

And yet "not proud"...

...mistress minion...

...you!

Thank me no thankings...

nor proud me no prouds

But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next, to go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church

Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither

Out, you green-sickness carrion, out, you baggage, you tallow-face!

Fie, fie, what, are you mad?

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

Hang thee, young baggage, disobedient wretch!

I tell thee what. Get thee to church o'Thursday...

...or never after look me in the face

Speak not, reply not, do not answer me, my fingers itch

Wife, wife, we scarce thought us blest that God had lent us but this only child

But now I see this one is one too much, and that we have a curse in having her

Out on her, hilding!

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

And why, my lady wisdom?

Hold your tongue, good prudence, smatter with your gossips, go

- May not one speak? - Peace, you mumbling fool!

- You are too hot. - God's bread, it makes me mad!

Day, night, hour...

...tide, time, work, play, alone, in company...

...still my care hath been to have her matched

And having now provided a gentleman of noble parentage...

...of fair domain, youthful, and nobly allied...

...stuffed, as they say, with honourable parts...

...and then to have a wretched puling fool to answer...

..."I'll not wed, I cannot love, I am too young, I pray you pardon me"

But, as you will not wed, I'll pardon you

Graze where you will, you shall not house with me

Look to it, think on it, I do not use to jest

Thursday is near, lay hand on heart, advise

And you be mine...

...I'll give you to my friend

And you be not...

And you be not...

...hang, beg, starve...

...die in the streets

For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee...

...nor what is mine shall never do thee good

Trust to it, bethink you...

...I'll not be forsworn

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, that sees into the bottom of my grief?

O, sweet my mother, cast me not away!

Delay this marriage for a month, a week

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

Talk not to me...

...for I'll not speak a word

Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee

O God!

O nurse, how shall this be prevented?

My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven

How shall that faith return again to earth...

...unless that husband send it me from heaven by leaving earth?

Comfort me, counsel me

Hast thou not a word of joy? Some comfort, nurse

Faith, here it is

Romeo is banished...

...and all the world to nothing, that he dares ne'er come back to challenge you

Or if he do, it needs must be by stealth

Since the case so stands as now it doth, I think it best...

...you married with the County

O, he's a lovely gentleman! Romeo's a dishclout to him

Beshrew my very heart, I think you are happy in this second match...

...for it excels your first

Or if it doth not, your first is dead

Or 'twere as good he were, as living here and you no use of him

Speakest thou from thy heart?

And from my soul too, else excel them both

- Amen. - What?

Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much

Go in and tell my lady I am gone, having displeased my father...

...to Laurence' cell, to make confession and to be absolved

Marry, I will, and this is wisely done

Ancient damnation!

O most wicked fiend!

I'll to the friar, to know his remedy. If all else fail, myself have power to die

On Thursday, sir?

- The time is very short. - My father Capulet will have it so...

...and I am nothing slow to slack his haste

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

Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death...

...and therefore have I little talk of love, for Venus smiles not in a house of tears

Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous that she doth give her sorrow so much sway

And in his wisdom hastes our marriage, to stop the inundation of her tears

I would I knew not why it should be slowed

Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell

Happily met, my lady and my wife

That may be, sir, when I may be a wife

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

- What must be shall be. - That's a certain text

- Come you to make confession to this father? - To answer that, I should confess to you

- Do not deny to him that you love me. - I will confess to you that I love him

Poor soul...

...thy face is much abused with tears

The tears have got small victory by that, for it was bad enough before their spite

Are you at leisure, holy father, now, or shall I come to you at evening mass?

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

God shield I should disturb devotion

Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye

Till then...

adieu, and keep this holy kiss

O, shut the door...

...and when thou hast done so, come weep with me...

...past hope, past care, past help

O, Juliet, I already know thy grief, it strains me past the compass of my wits

Tell me not, friar, that thou hearest of this, unless thou tell me how I may prevent it

If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help...

...do thou but call my resolution wise, and with this knife I'll help it presently

God joined my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands

And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo sealed, shall be the label to another deed...

...or my true heart with treacherous revolt turn to another, this shall slay them both

Hold, daughter. I do spy a kind of hope...

...which craves as desperate an execution as that is desperate which we would prevent

If, rather than to marry County Paris, thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself...

...then is it likely thou wilt undertake a thing like death to chide away this shame

And if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy

O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, from off the battlements of any tower

Or hide me nightly in a charnel-house...

...o'er-covered quite with dead men's rattling bones

Things that to hear them told have made me tremble

And I will do it without fear or doubt...

...to live an unstained wife to my sweet love

Hold, then

Go home, be merry, give consent to marry Paris

Wednesday is tomorrow. Tomorrow night look that thou lie alone

Take thou this vial, being then in bed...

...and this distilling liquor drink thou off

When presently through all thy veins shall run a cold and drowsy humour

For no pulse shall keep his native progress, but surcease

No warmth...

...no breath shall testify thou liv'st

And in this borrowed likeness of shrunken death...

...thou shalt continue two-and-forty hours...

...and then awake as from a pleasant sleep

Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes to rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou...

...dead

Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault where all the kindred of the Capulets lie

In the mean time, against thou shalt awake, shall Romeo by my letters know our drift

And hither shall he come, and he and I will watch thy waking

And that very night shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua

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

Give me

Give me! O, tell not me of fear

Get you gone, be strong and prosperous in this resolve

Love give me strength, and strength shall help afford

Farewell, dear father

So many guests invite as here are writ

What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?

Ay, forsooth

Well, he may chance to do some good on her

Her peevish self-willed harlotry it is

See where she comes from shrift with merry look

How now, my headstrong? Where have you been gadding?

Where I have learned me to repent the sin...

...of disobedient opposition to you and your behests

And am enjoined by holy Laurence to fall prostrate here, to beg your pardon

Pardon, I beseech you! Henceforward I am ever ruled by you

Send for the County, go tell him of this. I'll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning

I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell...

...and I gave him what becomed love I might, and not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty

Why, I am glad on't, this is well

Stand up

Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar...

...all our whole city is much bound to him

Nurse, will you go with me into my closet...

...and help me sort such needful ornaments as you think fit to furnish me tomorrow?

No, not till Thursday

There's time enough

Go, nurse, go with her. We'll to church tomorrow

We shall be short in our provision, 'tis now near night

Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her

I'll not to bed tonight, let me alone. I'll play the housewife for this, once

My heart is wondrous light...

...since this same wayward girl is so reclaimed

Ay, madam, these attires are best, but...

...gentle nurse, I pray thee leave me to myself tonight

For I have need of many orisons to move the heavens to smile upon my state...

...which, well thou knowest, is cross and full of sin

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

No, madam, we have culled such necessaries as are behoveful for our state tomorrow

So please you, let me now be left alone...

...and let the nurse this night sit up with you...

...for I am sure you have your hands full all...

...in this so sudden business

Goodnight

Get thee to bed, and rest, for thou hast need

Farewell

God knows when we shall meet again

I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins...

...that almost freezes up the heat of life

I'll call them back again to comfort me. Nurse!

What should she do here?

My dismal scene I needs must act alone

Come, vial

What if this mixture do not work at all?

Shall I be married then tomorrow morning?

No...

...no, this shall forbid it

Lie thou there

What if it be a poison...

...which the friar subtly hath ministered to have me dead...

...lest in this marriage he should be dishonoured...

...because he married me before to Romeo?

I fear it is, and yet methinks it should not, for he hath still been tried a holy man

How if...

...when I am laid into the tomb...

...I wake before the time that Romeo come to redeem me?

There's a fearful point

Shall I not then be stifled in the vault?

Or if I live, is it not very like...

...the horrible conceit of death and night, as in a vault, an ancient receptacle...

Where for these many hundred years...

...the bones of all my buried ancestors are packed...

Where bloody Tybalt...

...yet but green in earth, lies festering in his shroud

Is it not like that I, so early waking what with loathsome smells...

...and shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth...

...that living mortals, hearing them, run mad...

O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught, and pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?

And in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone...

...as with a club, dash out my desperate brains?

Look!

Methinks I see my cousin's ghost...

...seeking out Romeo that did spit his body upon a rapier's point

Stay, Tybalt, stay!

Romeo...

Romeo! Here's drink, I drink to thee

Come, stir, stir, stir!

The second cock hath crowed, the curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock

Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, Nurse, I say! Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up

Make haste, make haste

The bridegroom he is come already. Make haste, I say

Why, lamb, why, lady!

Fie, you slug-a-bed

Why, love, I say, madam, sweetheart...

...why, bride

What, not a word?

You take your pennyworths now, sleep for a week

For the next night, I warrant you...

...the County Paris hath set up his rest, that you might rest but little

How sound is she asleep

I needs must wake her

What, dressed, and in your clothes, and down again?

Lady, lady, lady!

Alas!

Alas! Help, help!

My lady's dead

O, welladay, that ever I was born!

- What noise is here? - Look, look! O heavy day

O me!

O me!

My child...

my only life!

Revive...

...look up, or I will die with thee

Help, help! Call help!

For shame, bring Juliet forth, her lord has come

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

Alack the day, she's dead...

...she's dead, she's dead

Ha? Let me see her

Out, alas, she's cold

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

O lamentable day

O woeful time

Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail...

...ties up my tongue

- Come, is the bride ready to go to church? - Ready to go, but never to return

O son, the night before thy wedding-day hath Death lain with thy wife

Death is my heir, my daughter he hath wedded

I will die, and leave him all

Life, living, all is Death's

Have I thought long to see this morning's face...

...and doth it give me such a sight as this?

Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!

But one, poor one...

...one poor and loving child...

...but one thing to rejoice and solace in...

...and cruel death hath catched it from my sight

Dead art thou. Alack, my child is dead...

...and with my child my joys are buried

Peace, ho, for shame

Heaven and yourself had part in this fair maid

Now heaven hath all, and all the better is it for the maid

The most you sought was her promotion, for 'twas your heaven she should be advanced

And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?

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

Sir, go you in, and madam, go with him, and go, Sir Paris

Everyone prepare to follow this fair corpse unto her grave

The heavens do lour upon you for some ill, move them no more by crossing their high will

Musicians...

O, an you will have me live, play "Heart's ease"

Why "Heart's ease"?

For my heart itself plays "My heart is full of woe"

Play me some merry dump to comfort me

If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, my dreams presage some joyful news at hand

And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead

Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think!

And breathed such life with kisses in my lips, that I revived...

...and was an emperor

Ay me, how sweet is love itself possessed, when but love's shadows are so rich in joy

News from Verona! How now, Balthasar!

Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?

How doth my lady? Is my father well?

How doth my lady Juliet?

That I ask again, for nothing can be ill, if she be well

Then she is well, and nothing can be ill

Her body sleeps in Capel's monument, and her immortal part with angels lives

I saw her body laid low in her kindred's vault...

...and presently took post to tell it you

O, pardon me for bringing these ill news, since you did leave it for my office, sir

Is it even so?

Then I deny you, stars

Thou know'st my lodging

Get me ink and paper, I will hence tonight

I do beseech you, have patience

Your looks are pale and wild, and they do import some misadventure

Tush, thou art deceived. Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do

Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?

No, my good lord

No matter. Get thee gone

Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight

Let's see for means

O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men

I do remember an apothecary...

...and hereabouts she dwells, which late I noted

Sharp misery had worn her to the bones

And in her needy shop a tortoise hung, an alligator stuffed, and other skins

A beggarly account of empty boxes, remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses

Noting this penury, to myself I said...

"An if a man did need poison now..."

"...whose sale is present death in Mantua..."

"...here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him"

- What, ho, apothecary! - Who calls so loud?

Hold...

...there is forty ducats

Let me have a dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear...

...as will disperse itself through all the veins that the life-weary taker may fall dead

Such mortal drugs I have, but...

...Mantua's law is death to any he that utters them

Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness, and fear'st to die?

Famine is in thy cheeks...

...the world is not thy friend nor the world's law

The world affords no law to make thee rich...

...then be not poor, but break it and take this

My poverty, but not my will...

...consents

I pay thy poverty, and not thy will

Put this in any liquid thing you will and drink it off

And if you had the strength of twenty men...

...it would dispatch you straight

There's thy gold...

...worse poison to men's souls, doing more murder in this loathsome world...

...than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell

I sell thee poison...

...thou hast sold me none

Farewell, buy food, and get thyself in flesh

Come, cordial and not poison...

...go with me to Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee

Give me thy torch, boy

Hence, and stand aloof

Yet put it out, for I would not be seen

Whistle then to me as signal that thou hear'st something approach

Give me those flowers

Do as I bid thee do, go

I am almost afraid to stand alone here in the churchyard, yet I will adventure

Sweet flower...

...with flowers thy bridal bed I strew

O woe...

...thy canopy is dust and stones, which with sweet water nightly I will dew

Or wanting that, with tears distilled by moans...

...the obsequies that I for thee will keep...

...nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep

- Holy Franciscan friar! - Welcome from Mantua

What new of Romeo? Or if his mind be writ, give me his letter

Going to find a barefoot brother out, one of our order...

...to associate me, here in this city visiting the sick, and finding him...

...the searchers of the town...

...suspecting that we both were in a house where the infectious pestilence did reign...

...sealed up the doors, and would not let us forth...

...so that my speed to Mantua there was stayed

Who bare my letter then to Romeo?

I could not send it

Here it is again

Nor get a messenger to bring it thee...

...so fearful were they of infection

Unhappy fortune!

By my brotherhood, the letter was not nice but full of charge...

...of dear import, and the neglecting it may do much danger

Sister John...

...go hence

Now must I to the monument alone

Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake

I will write again to Mantua, and keep her at my cell till Romeo come

Poor living corpse, closed in a dead man's tomb

The boy gives warning something doth approach

What, with a torch?

Muffle me, night, awhile

Hold...

...take this letter

Early in the morning see thou deliver it to my lord and father

Upon thy life, I charge thee...

...whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof...

...and do not interrupt me in my course

The time and my intents are savage-wild, more fierce and more inexorable far...

...than empty tigers or the roaring sea

I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you

Live...

...and be prosperous

And...

Farewell, good fellow

For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout

His looks I fear, his intents I doubt

Thou detestable maw...

...thou womb of death gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth

This is that banished, haughty Montague...

...that murdered my love's cousin

Stop thy unhallowed toil...

...vile Montague

Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee. Obey and go with me, for thou must die

I must indeed, and therefore came I hither

Good gentle youth...

...tempt not a desperate man, by urging me to fury

O, begone

By heaven, I love thee better than myself, for I come hither armed against myself

Stay not, begone, live...

...and hereafter say, a madman's mercy bid thee run away

I do defy thy commiseration, and apprehend thee for a felon here

Wilt thou provoke me?

Then have at thee, boy

O lord, they fight. I will go call the watch

O, I am slain

If thou be merciful...

open the tomb...

...lay me with Juliet

In faith, I will

Let me peruse this face

Mercutio's kinsman...

...noble County Paris

What said my man, when my betossed soul did not attend him as we rode?

I think he told me Paris should have married Juliet

Said he not so? Or did I dream it so?

Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, to think it was so?

O, give me thy hand...

...one writ with me in sour misfortune's book

I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave

A grave?

O no...

...a lantern, slaughtered youth

For here lies Juliet...

...and her beauty makes this vault a feasting presence full of light

O my love...

...my wife

Death that hath sucked the honey of thy breath...

...hath had no power yet upon thy beauty

Thou art not conquered...

...beauty's ensign yet is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks...

...and death's pale flag is not advanced there

Tybalt...

...liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?

What more favour can I do to thee...

...than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain...

...to sunder his that was thine enemy?

Forgive me, cousin

Dear Juliet, why art thou yet so fair?

I will stay with thee...

...and never from this palace of dim night depart again

Here, here will I set up my everlasting rest...

...and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars...

...from this world-wearied flesh

Eyes, look your last

Arms, take your last embrace

And, lips, O you the doors of breath...

...seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death

Come, bitter conduct...

...come, unsavoury guide

Here's to my love

O true apothecary...

...thy drugs are quick

Thus with a kiss...

...I die

Saint Francis be my speed

How oft tonight have my old feet stumbled at graves

- Who's there? - Here's one...

...a friend, and one that knows you well

Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend...

...what torch is yon that vainly lends his light to grubs and eyeless skulls?

As I discern, it burneth in the Capels' monument

It doth so, holy sir, and there's my master, one that you love

Who is it?

Romeo

How long hath he been there?

Full half hour

- Come, go with me to the vault. - I dare not

My master knows not but I am gone hence...

...and fearfully did menace me with death if I did stay to look on his intents

Stay then...

...I'll go alone

Fear comes upon me

Much I fear some ill unlucky thing

Romeo!

Alack...

...alack, what blood is this which stains the stony entrance of this sepulchre?

Romeo!

O, pale!

Who else?

What...

...Paris too? And steeped in blood?

Ah, what an unkind hour is guilty of this lamentable chance

The lady stirs

O, comfortable friar...

...where is my lord?

I do remember well where I should be, and there I am. Where is my Romeo?

I hear some noise

Lady, come from this nest of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep

A greater power than we can contradict hath thwarted our attempt

Come, come away

Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead, and Paris too

Come, go, good Juliet...

...I dare no longer stay

Go, get thee hence, for I will not away

What's here?

A cup closed in my true love's hand?

Poison I see hath been his timeless end

O churl...

...drink all and left no friendly drop to help me after?

I will kiss thy lips, haply some poison yet doth hang on them

Thy lips are warm

Lead, boy, which way?

Yea, noise?

Then I'll be brief

O happy dagger...

...this is thy sheath

There rust...

...and let me die

This is the place, where the torch doth burn

The ground is bloody, here lies the County slain

And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead...

...who here hath lain these two days buried

Go, tell the Prince, run to the Capulets...

...raise up the Montagues...

...some others search

Here's Romeo's man, we found him in the churchyard

Hold him in safety, till the Prince come hither

What misadventure is so early up, that calls our person from our morning rest?

Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain, and Romeo dead

And Juliet, dead before, warm and new killed

Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes

Here is a friar, and Romeo's man, fit to open these dead men's tombs

O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds

This dagger hath mista'en...

...for lo his house is empty on the back of Montague...

...and is mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom

Come, Montague, for thou art early up to see thy son and heir now early down

Alas, my liege, my lord is dead tonight

Grief of my son's exile hath stopped his breath

What further woe conspires against mine age?

Look and thou shalt see

Thou untaught...

...what manners is in this?

To press before thy mother to a grave?

Bring forth the parties of suspicion

I am the greatest, able to do least

Then say at once what thou dost know in this

Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet...

...and she, there dead, that's Romeo's faithful wife

I married them

And their stolen marriage-day was Tybalt's doomsday...

...whose untimely death...

banished the new-made bridegroom from this city...

...for whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined

You, to remove that siege of grief from her...

...betrothed and would have married her perforce to County Paris

Then comes she to me, and with wild looks bid me devise some means...

...to rid her from this second marriage, or in my cell there would she kill herself

Then gave I her, so tutored by my art, a sleeping potion...

...which so took effect as I intended, for it wrought on her the form of death

Meantime I writ to Romeo...

...that he should hither come as this dire night...

...to help to take her from her borrowed grave...

...being the time the potion's force should cease

But she which bore my letter, Sister John...

...was stayed by accident...

...and yesternight returned my letter back

Then all alone, came I to take her from her kindred's vault

But when I came, some minute ere the time of her awaking...

...here untimely lay the noble Paris...

...and true Romeo dead

She wakes, and I entreated her come forth, and bear this work of heaven with patience

But then a noise did scare me from the tomb...

...and she, it seems, did violence on herself

All this I know, and if aught in this miscarried by my fault...

...let my old life be sacrificed, some hour before the time...

...unto the rigour of severest law

We still have known thee for a holy man

Where's Romeo's man? What can he say to this?

I brought my master news of Juliet's death, and then in post he came from Mantua

This letter he early bid me give his father

Give me the letter, I will look on it

Where is the County's page, that raised the watch?

Sirrah, what made your master in this place?

He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave

This letter doth make good the friar's words...

...their course of love...

...the tidings of her death

Where be these enemies?

Capulet, Montague?

See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate...

...that heaven finds means to kill your joys with love

And I for winking at your discords too...

...have lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punished

My Lady Montague...

...give me thy hand

This is my daughter's jointure...

...for no more can I demand

But I can give thee more, for I will raise her statue in pure gold

There shall no figure at such rate be set as that of true and faithful Juliet

As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie...

...poor sacrifices of our enmity

A glooming peace this morning with it brings...

...the sun, for sorrow, will not show his head

Go hence to have more talk of these sad things

Some shall be pardoned, and some punished

For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo