All language subtitles for Private Romeo (2011)

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

Tell me, daughter Juliet,

how stands your dispositions
to be married?

It is an honor
that I dream not of.

Oh! An honor?

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.

[bell rings]

♪

Thus then in brief...

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 must hence to wait.

I beseech you, follow straight.

We follow thee.

♪

[flag rustles in the wind]

...5, 6, 7, 8,

9, 10, 11, 12...

Good morrow, Romeo.

Is the day so young?

But new struck nine.

Ay me Benvolio sad
hours seem more.

What sadness lengthens
Romeo's hours?

Not having that which having
makes them short.

In love?

Out.

Of love.

Out of her favor
where I am in love.

Tell me in sadness,
who is't you love?

What, shall I groan
and tell thee?

Groan?

Why no, but sadly,
tell me who.

In sadness, Benvolio,
I do love...a woman.

I aimed so near
when I supposed you loved.

Oh, right good markman.
And she is fair, I love.

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

Well, in that hit, you miss.

She'll not be hit
with Cupid's arrow.

She hath foresworn to love,
and in that vow

do I live dead
that live to tell it now.

Farewell. Thou canst not
teach me to forget.

I'll teach you,
or else die in debt.

Mark time. March!

Left, right, left, right,
left right, left, set...

Halt!

Dress right...
Dress!

Ready.

Front!

Now, listen up!

For those of you
who did not qualify

for the land
navigation exercises

and are remaining
here on campus,

you will be under the command
of Cadet Moreno and myself.

There will be no officers
or faculty on campus

for the next four days.

We will follow our regular
schedule without variation...

Class work, homework,
physical fitness.

Now, we are all McKinley
Military Academy cadets,

which means we will maintain the
highest standards of neatness,

promptness, orderliness,

and military bearing
at all times.

And no trouble. Understood?

(All)
Yes, sir.

Dismiss!

Cadet Neff.

Take our good meaning,

for our judgment
sits five times in that,

'er once in our five wits.

I didn't say to stop.

And we mean well
in going to this mask,

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.

Oh. And I say Queen Mab
hath been with you--

[bell rings]

- She is the fairy's midwife--
- Cadets dismissed!

What lady's that

which doth enrich
the hand of yonder knight?

I know not, sir.

Oh. She doth teach the torches
to burn bright.

Read.

It seems she hangs upon
the cheek of night

as a rich jewel
in an Ethiope's ear.

- Juliet.
- Beauty too rich for use...

... for earth to...

So shows a snowy dove
trooping with crows

as yonder lady
or her fellow shows.

Josh!

Cadets!
No running in the hall!

Yes, sir.

Whoo!

♪

Hey.

Hey.

Where you goin'?

Glenn!

What's goin' on?

Hey.

[Taps plays in distance]

♪

Hey.

[sighs]

Hey.

Hey.

Gus.

Hey.

Gus...

You think I'm gonna
get into West Point?

Ugh...

You really think so?

You ask me every day.

Feel this.

I'm up to 130.

Can I go back to sleep now?

[Reveille plays]

♪

Cadet Singleton.

Yes, sir.

Hurry up and shower.
You've been late for inspection.

Yes, sir.

Dismissed.

♪

[Reveille stops]

♪

Right... Face!

Left... Face!

About... Face!

Omar!

Shit.

- Cadet Madsen.
- Yep.

Now, by my maiden head,
at 12 year old,

I bade her, come.

What lamb, what ladybird?

Where is this girl?
What Juliet?

What lamb? What ladybird?

Where is this girl?
What Juliet?

What Juliet?

How now? Who calls?

What...lamb?

What...ladybird?

What Juliet?

♪

[Taps quietly plays]

Ahh. We mean well
in going to this mask,

but 'tis no wit to go.

Why, may one ask?

I dreamt...
I dreamt a dream tonight.

So did I.

Well, what was yours?

That dreamers often lie.

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

And I see Queen Mab
hath been with you.

She's the fairy's 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 chariot is
an empty hazelnut.

Her wagon spokes
of long spinners' legs,

the cover of the wings
of grasshoppers.

Her traces of the
smallest spider web.

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

A driver...
a small, gray-coated gnat,

not half so big as a...
round little worm,

plucked from
the lazy finger of a maid.

And in this state she gallops,
night by night,

through lovers' brains,
and then they dream of love.

Over ladies' lips who
straight on kisses dream,

which oft the angry Mab
with blisters plagues,

because their breaths
with sweet meats tainted are.

Sometimes she driveth over
a soldier's neck,

and then dreams he
of cutting foreign throats,

of breaches ambuscados,

Spanish blades,
of...healths,

five fathom deep,

And then anon,
she drums in his ear

at which he
starts and wakes.

And being thus frightened...

swears a prayer or two,
and sleeps again.

Peace. Peace.
Thou talkst of nothing.

I talk of dreams.

Which are the children
of an idle brain,

begot of nothing
but vain fantasy.

Which are as thin
a substance as the air

and more inconstant
than the wind.

This wind you talk of
blows us from ourselves.

Come. Knock and enter.

Supper is done,
and we shall come too late.

[rock music plays]

♪

♪
I love to stare at you ♪

♪
From across the room ♪

This is gonna be awesome.

Welcome, gentlemen!

Hey! How ya doin?

Ladies who have your toes
unplagued with corns

will walk about with you.

A hall, a hall, give room,
and foot it girls.

She that makes dainty,
she I'll swear have corns.

Gentle Romeo, we must
have you to dance.

Oh, not I. Believe me.

You have dancing shoes
with nimble soles

and I have a soul of lead,

so stakes me to the ground
I can-not 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.

Under love's
heavy burden do I sink.

And to sink in it,
should you burden love.

Too great oppression
for such 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.

What lady's that,

which doth enrich the hand
of yonder knight?

I know not.

Ah, she doth teach the torches
to burn bright.

It seems she hangs upon
the cheek of night

as a rich jewel
in an Ethiope's ear.

Beauty...too rich for use,
for earth too dear.

So shows a snowy dove
trooping with crows

as yonder lay o'er
her fellows shows.

The measure done,

I'll watch her place of stand
and...touching hers,

make blessed my rude hand.

Did my heart love 'til now?

Forswear it sight,

for I ne'er saw
true beauty 'til this night.

What?

There's a slave come hither
covered with an antic face

to flare and scorn
at our solemnity.

Why...how now?

Wherefore storm you so?

This is our foe.

That villain, Romeo.

Take no note of him.

Show a fair presence
and put off these frowns.

An ill-beseemingemblance
for a feast.

I'll not endure him.

He shall be endured.

Am I not the master here?
Or you?

Go to.

Go to.

Why...
'tis a shame.

Be quiet.

Or for shame,
I'll make you quiet.

It's cool.

I like your kicks, man.
Those are nice.

Thanks.

What is that?

Is that, like, a...

Oh, that's the
Live Strong thing.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- That's cool.

I like that a lot.

And what's this,
the...right...

Oh.

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.

Hey.

Good pilgrim, you do
wrong your hand too much.

Which mannerly devotion
shows in this.

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

And, uh...

palm to palm,
is holy palmer's kiss.

Have not saints...lips?

And holy palmers too?

Aye, pilgrim.

Lips that they must
use in prayer.

Why, 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 prayer's sake.

Then move not, while my
prayers effect, I take.

I will withdraw.

But this intrusion shall,
now seeming sweet,

convert to bitterest gall.

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

Then have my lips
the sin that they have took.

Sin from my lips?

Trespass sweetly urged.

Give me my sin again.

Thee makes my flesh tremble
in the different greening.

Madam, your mother
craves a word with you.

Come.

Let's away.

Romeo, away.

Be gone.

Gone.
The sport is at the best.

Ay, Benvolio, so I fear.
The more is my unrest.

Ah! Romeo!

My cousin, Romeo?

He is wise, Benvolio.

And on mlife,
hath stolen him home to bed.

He ran this way.

Call, goodercutio.

Nay.

I'll conjure him to.

Romeo!

Humors!

Madman.

Lover.

Passion!

Romeo!

Romeo.

Romeo, RomeoRomeo, Romeo.

Appear thou in the likeness
of a sigh.

Speak but one rhyme,
and I am satisfied.

And if he hear thee,
thou will anger him.

This can not anger him.

My invocation
is fair and honest.

Come.

He hath hid himself
among these trees

to be consorted
with the humorous night.

Blind is hisove,

and best befits the dark.

If love be blind,

it can not hit the mark.

Romeo, good night.

I'll to my bed.

This field is too cold
for me to sleep.

Go, then.

For 'tis in vain tseek him
here that means not to be found.

♪

He jests at scars
that never felt a wound.

But soft.

Whatight 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.

[door creaks]

O, Romeo.

Romeo.
Wherefore art thou, Romeo?

Deny thy father
and refuse thy name.

What's in 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 owns
without that title.

O, Romeodoff thy name,

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

[door slams]

I take thee at thy word.

Call me but love,
and I'll be new baptized.

Henceforth, I never
will be Romeo.

What man art thou,
that thus 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.

My ears have yet
not drunk a hundred words

of thy tongue's uttering,

yet I know the sound.

Art thou not Romeo,

and a Montague?

Neither, if either thee dislike.

How camest thou hither?

Tell me. And wherefore?

The orchard walls
are high and hard to climb,

and the place...

death, considering who thou art,

if any of my kinsmen
find thee here.

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,hy 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.

Thou knowest the mask of
nighis on my face,

else would a maiden
blush bepaint my cheek,

for that which thou hast
heard me speak tonight.

O, gentle Romeo,

if thou dost love,
pronounce it faithfully.

Or ithou thinkest I am
too quickly won,

I'll frown,
and be perverse,

and say thee nay,
so thou wilt woo.

If my heart's dear love...

Oh, do not swear.

Although Ioin thee,

I have no joy
in this contract tonight.

It is too rash, too...
unadvised, too sudden.

Oh!

Wilt thou leave me
so unsatisfied?

What satisfaction
canst thouave 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.

Woudst 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 bountis as
boundless as the sea.

My love is deep.

The more I give to thee,
the more I have.

For both are infinite.

[door opens]

Juliet.

[door closes]

Anon, good nurse!

Three words, dear Romeo.

And good night, indeed.

If that thy bent of love
be honorable,

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.

[door opens]
Madam?

I come anon!

[door closes]

But if thou meanest not well,
I do beseech the...

[door opens]
Madam!

By and by, I come!
[door closes]

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

[soft laughing]

Tomorrow will I send.

So thrive my soul.

A thousand times, good night.

A thousand times the worse,
to want thy light.

Oh, love goes towards love like
schoolboys from their books,

but love from love,

towards school
with heavyooks.

What o'clock tomorrow
shall I send to thee?

By the hour of nine.

I will not fail.

'Tis twentyears 'til then.

Parting is such sweet sorrow

that Ihall say goodnight
'til it be morrow.

Sleep, dwell upon thine eyes.

Peace in thy breast.

Oh...

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

[giggling]

♪ Follow me

♪ To the shipwreck shores of
a dark and strange country ♪

♪ I was born

♪ A stranger thinkin' out loud
in a foreign tongue ♪

♪ I was out of place

♪ I was lookin' all around

♪ Just a'tryin' to find
a friendly face ♪

♪ But they're all gone

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Did you ever think?

♪

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Who left me all alone
in this town? ♪

♪ And a busted heart

♪ Is a welcome friend

♪ And when that heart leaves

♪ What will you do then?

♪ And if I cry

♪ Is that a sin?

♪

♪ And the wisdom
is a whisper ♪

♪ That I'm tryin'
to understand ♪

♪ What I say

♪ What I think

♪ Where I sleep

♪ When I breathe

♪ What I do
with my hands ♪

♪

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ A lotta people everyday
who will surely drown ♪

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Who left me all alone
in this town? ♪

♪

[struggling, grunting]

[knocking noises]

Here at the
McKinley Military Academy,

we strive to develop young men
with good character,

to cultivate the traits
of honor, duty,

respect and pride.

Now, to accomplish that,

the academy follows
a military system

in which discipline
is cornerstone.

Any cadet who violates
regulations or commits offenses

against good order
and discipline must be punished,

appropriately and justly.

You will all receive
one demerit.

Get yourselves
to the mess for breakfast.

Company dismissed.

Carlos!

You take care of Neff.

Pick up the pace, Cadet Neff.

Good morrow, Friar Lawrence.

Good morrow, Friar Lawrence.

What early tongue
so sweet saluteth me?

Young son, it argues
a distempered head

so soon to bid
good morrow to thy bed.

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

Our Romeo hath not seen
his bed tonight.

That last is true.

The sweeter rest was mine.

That's my good son.

Where hast thou been, then?

I'll tell thee,
ere thou ask it me again.

I...have been feasting
with mine enemy,

where on a sudden one

hath wounded me,
that's by me wounded.

Both our remedies within
thy help and holy physic lies.

Be plain, good son,
and homely in thy drift.

Riddling confession
finds but riddlinghrift.

Plainly, no.

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...
by holy marriage.

Holy Saint Francis,
what a change is here.

- Pray thee, chide me not.
- 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 household's
rancor to pure love.

Let us hence.
I stand on sudden haste.

Wisely and slowly.

They stumble that run fast.

Where the devil
should thiRomeo be?

Came he not home tonight?

Came he not home tonight?

No...

He didn't come home.

Where the devil
should this Romeo be?

Here comes Romeo.

Senor Romeo, bonjour!

There's a French salutation
for your French slop.

You gave us thcounterfeit
fairly last night.

Good morrow to you,
Mercutio, Benvolio.

What counterfeit
did I give you?

The slip, sir...

The slip.

Can you not conceive?

Pardon, good Mercutio.
My business was great.

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

That's to say,
such a man as you

must constrain himself
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.

Ah.

Why, is not this better now
than groaning for love?

Now,hou art sociable.

Now thou art Romeo.

Now art thou
what thou art.

By art, as well as by nature.

God ye good morning, gentlemen.

God you good evening,
fair gentlewoman.

Is it good evening?

'Tis no less,
for the body hand of the dial

is now upon the prick of noon.

Oh-ho-ho-ho!

Out upon you!
What man are you?

One, good nurse, that God
hath made himself to mar.

By my troth, very well-said.

For himself to mar.

[mocking laugh]

Sir, I desire some
confidenceith you.

She will invite him
to some supper.

Romeo, will you come?

- We'll to dinner, thither.
- I will follow you.

Farewell, ancient lady.

Lady.

Lady.

Lady!

I pray you, sir,
what saucy man was this

that was so full
of his roguery?

A gentleman, nurse,
that loves to hear himself talk.

Who will speak
more in a minute

than he will stand to
in a month.

And he speak anything
against me, I'll take him down

And he were lustier than he is,
and twenty such Jacks.

And if I cannot,
I'll find those that shall.

Scurvy knave.

Pray, sir, a word.

My young lady
bid me inquire you out.

What she bade me say,
I'll keep to myself.

But first let me say,

if you should lead her into
a fool's paradise, as they say,

it were a very gross
kind of behavior...

as they say.

The gentlewoman is young,
and therefore, if...

if you should deal
double with her, truly,

it were a very ill thing
to boffered

to any gentlewoman,
and very weak dealing.

Bid her devise some means

to come to shrift
this afternoon.

And there she shall,
at Friar Lawrence cell,

be shrived and married.

This afternoon.

Well...

She shall be there.

Farewell.

Be trusty,
and I'll reward thy pains.

God in heaven bless thee.

Farewell.

Commend me to thy mistress.

Aye. A thousand times.

Cadet Singleton, Madsen.

Hey, Ken. Carlos.

Too busy
to work out today, cadets?

Come on.

Since you didn't get
your exercise in this period,

why don't you both
drop and give me 40?

- Yes, sir.
- 40? I can't. I have to go...

Fifty for you, Omar.

Shit.

And when you're done,
Cadet Madsen,

give me five tours
around the track.

Physical fitness is
an important component

of a cadet's education
and training.

Yes, sir!

The clock struck nine
when I didend the nurse.

In half an hour,
she promised to return.

Now is the sun
upon the highmost hill

of this day's journey,

and from nine till twelve
is three long hours.

She's not come.

[door opens]

Oh, honenurse, what news?

Hast thou met with him?

Oh, Lord.
Why lookest thou sad?

I'm weary.

Give me a leavawhile.

Fie, how my bones ache?

I would thou had my bones
and I thy news.

Speak! Speak.

Oh, what haste.

Can you not stay awhile?

Do you not see
that I'm out of breath?

How are thou out of breath
whenhou has breath

to say to me that thou
are out of breath?

Is thy news good or bad?
Answer to that.

Oh Lord, how my head aches.

And what a head have I.

It beats ait would fall
in twenty pieces.

Ah! My back.

It's on the other side.

Gah, my back! My back!

Beshrew your heart
for sendin me about

to catch my death
with jaunting up and down.

I am sorry thou art not well.

Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse...

Tell me...

What says my love?

Whatays he of our marriage?

Well, your love says,
like an honest gentleman,

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

And I warrant, virtuous.

Where is your mother?

Where is my mother?

Where should she be?

How oddly thou repliest.

Your love says,
like an honest gentleman,

"Where is your mother?"

Oh Gods, lady dear.
Are you soot?

Is this a poultice
for my weary bones?

Henceforward, do your
messages yourself.

You're such a fuss.
Come. What says Romeo?

Have you leave
to go to shrift today?

I have.

Then hie you hence
to Friar Lawrence's cell.

There stays a husband
to make you a wife.

Go.

I'll to dinner.

Hie you to the cell!

Hie to high fortune!

Honest nurse, farewell!

Whoa!

Yo, you up for some hoops later?

Uh, how long
is it now 'til Lammastide?

A fortnight and odd days.

Well, on Lammas Eve
at night shall she be fourteen.

Thathall she.
Mary, I remember it well.

'Tis since the earthquake
now eleven years,

and she was weaned.

I never shall forget it,
of all the days upon that year.

And thou was the prettiest babe
that e'er I weaned,

and I shall live
to see thee wed.

I'll have my wish.

I'm sorry.

So smile the heavens,

that after hours with sorrow,
chide us not.

But come what sorrow can,
it can not countervail

the exchange of joy
that one short minute

gives me in her sight.

So love-devouring death
do what he dare.

It is enough I may
but call her mine.

Here comes the lady.

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

True love is grown
to such excess,

I can not sum up
the sum of...

half my wealth.

Come.

Go.

Incorporate two in one.

Thou art like one
of these fellows that,

when he enters
the confines of a tavern,

claps his sword
upon the table and says,

"God send me no need of thee."

And by the end
of the second cup,

draws it on the jar,
whenndeed, there is no need.

Am I like such a fellow?

Thou?

Why, thou quarrel with a man
for having a hair more

or a hair less
on his beard than thou has.

Thou wilt quarrel with a man
for cracking nuts,

for no other reason than
because thou has hazel eyes.

Didst thou not
fall out with a tailor

for wearing a new
doublet before Easter?

With another for tying
his new shoes with old ribbon?

Oh-ho.

I pray thee, let's retire.

The day is hot.
We shall not scape a brawl.

By my heel, I care not.

Gentlemen, a word
with one oyou.

And but one word
with one of us?

Couple it with something.

Maket a word and a blow.

You shall find me
apt enough to that, sire,

if you will give me occasion.

Can you not take
some occasion, without giving?

Thou consortest with Romeo.

Consort?

What, dost thou
make us minstrels?

If thou make minstrels of us,

look to hear
nothing but discords.

We talk here in
the public haunt of men.

Here, all eyes gaze on us.

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

I will budge
for no man's pleasure, I.

Well, peace be with you, sir.
Here comes my man.

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

Romeo.

The love I bear thee can afford
no better turn 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 knowest me not.

Boy, that does not
excuse the injuries

that thou has done me.

Therefore, turn and draw!

I do protest.
I never...injured thee.

Oh, calm,
dishonorable, 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.

That I mean to
make bold with all,

and as you shall
use me hereafter,

dry beat the rest
of the eight

Will you pluck your sword
from his pilcher by the ears?

Makehaste, lest mine be
about your ears ere it be out.

I am for you.

Gentle Mercutio,
put thy rapier up.

Draw, Benvolio!
Beat dowtheir weapons!

Gentlemen, the prince
expressly hath forbid

this bandying in Verona streets!

Hold! Tybalt!

Good Mercutio!

Away! Tybalt!

Is he gone, and hath nothing?

- Art thou hurt?
- Aye.

Aye, a scratch, a scratch.

Uh, marry, 'tis enough.

Courage, man.
The hurt cannot be much.

No. 'Tis not so...

deep as a well,
nor so wide as a church door,

but...marry, 'tis enough.

Ask for me tomorrow and you
shall find me a grave man.

I am peppered,
I warrant, for this world.

A plague on both youhouses.

Why the devil
came you between us?

I was hurt underour arm.

I thought all for the best.

Help me, Benvolio,
or I shall faint.

A plague on both youhouses.

They have made
worm's meat of me.

O, sweet Juliet,
thy beauty hath made me...

effeminate,

and in my temper
softened valour's steel.

Romeo?

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.

And fire-eyed fury
be my conduct now.

Tybalt!

Take the villain back again
that late thou gavest me.

For Mercutio's soul is but
a little way above our heads,

staying for thine
to keep him company.

Either thou or I or both
must go with him.

Thou, wretched boy that
didsconsort with him here

shall with him hence!

I shall determine that!

Romeo.

Away.

Be gone.

Stand not amazed!

The prince will do thee death
if thou are taken!

Be gone away!

Oh, I am fortune's fool.

Where are the vile beginners
of this fray?

Benvolio?

Oh, noble prince, I can discover
all the unlucky manage

of this fatal brawl.

There lies Tybalt,
slain by young Romeo,

that slew thy kinsman,
brave Mercutio.

Prince, as thou art true,

for blood of ours,
shed blood of Montague.

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 his 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 offense,

immediately do we
exile him hence.

I'll be deaf
to pleading or excuses,

nor tears, nor prayers,
shall purchase out abuses.

Therefore, use none.

Let Romeo hence in haste.

Thus whehe is found,
that hour is his last.

Spread thy close curtain,
love-performing night,

that runaways' eyes may wink,

and Romeo leaps to these arms,

untalked of and unseen.

Come, night.

Come, Romeo...

Come, thou day and night.

Thou wilt lie upon
the wings of night,

whiter than new snow
upon a raven's back.

[door opens]

Why dost thou wring thy hands?

He's dead. He's dead.

He's...

Alack the day.
He's gone.e's dead.

He's dead.

Hath Romeo slain himself?

I...

I saw the wound here
on his manly breast,

all bedaub'd in blood.

I swooned at the sight.
I...

Break my heart.
Poor bankrupt, break at once.

Oh, Tybalt. Tybalt.

What storm is this
that blows so contrary?

Is Romeo slaughtered
and is Tybalt dead?

No, no.

Tybalt is gone,
and Romeo banished.

Oh, God...

Did Romeo's hand
shed Tybalt's blood?

It did.

Alack the day, it did.

There's no trust.

No faith. No honesty.
Shame come to Romeo!

Blistered be thy tongue
for such a wish.

He was not born to shame.

Tybalt is dead
and Romeo banished.

That "banished,"
that one word, "banished,"

had slain...10,000 Tybalts.

And there is no end.

No...limit, measure, bound,
in that word's death.

No words can that woe sound.

Go. Find Romeo.

Give this ring
to my true knight,

and bid him come to take
his last farewell.

What news?

I bring thee tidings
of the prince's doom.

What less than doomsday
is therince's doom?

A gentler judgment
vanished from his lips.

Not body's death...

But body's banishment.

Banishment?

Be merciful. Say death!

This is dear mercy,
and thou seest it not.

'Tis torture, and not mercy!

Heaven is here,
where Juliet lives.

Thou fond madman,
hear me a little speak!

Oh, thou wilt speak
again of banishment.

I'll give thee armor
to keep ofthat word.

Adversity's sweet milk,
philosophy.

To comforthee,
though thou art banished.

Hang up philosophy.

Unless philosophy
can make a Juliet, it helps not.

Oh, then I see that
madmen have no ears!

How should they, when that
wise men have no eyes?!

Thou canst not speak of
that thou dost not feel.

[knock on door]

Romeo, hide thyself.

Who knocks?
Whence come you?

What's your will?

Oh, tell me...

Where's Romeo?

There on the ground.

Stand up.

Stand up!

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

Speakest thou of Juliet?

How is it with her?

What says my concealed lady
to our canceled love?

Oh, she says nothing.

But falls on her bed,
and then starts up,

and then on Romeo, cries,
and then down falls again.

As if that name did murder her!

What? Rouse thee, man!

A pack of blessings
light upon thy back.

Happiness courts thee
in her best array.

But like a misbehaved
and sullen wench,

thou poutst upon
thy fortune and thy love.

Take heed.

Take heed!

For such die miserable.

Go.

Get thee to thy love.

I'll tell my lady
you will come.

Here, sir.

A ring she bid me
give to you.

Make haste,
for it grows very late.

How well my comfort
is revived by this.

Go hence.

Farewell. Good night.

But that a joy past joy
calls out on me.

It were a grief,
so brief, to part with thee.

♪

Oh...

Wilt thou be gone?

It is not yenear day.

It was the nightingale,
and not the lark,

that pierced the fearful hollow
of thine ear.

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

Look, love, what envious
streaks do lace

the severing clouds
in yonder east.

I must be gone and live,
or stay and die.

Yond light is not daylight.
I know it, I.

It is some meteor
that the sun exhaled

to be to thee
this night a torch-bearer.

Therefore, stay yet.

Thou needst not to be gone.

Let me be taken.

Let me be put to death.

I am content,
so thou will have it so.

I have more care
to stay than will to go.

Come, death, and welcome.
Julietills it so.

Madam.

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

Farewell.
One kiss, and I'llescend.

Art thou gone so?

Love, lordaye,
husband, friend.

Thinkest thou we shall
ever meet again?

I doubt it not.

And all these woes

shall serve as sweet discourses
in our times to come.

Oh, fortune.

Fortune, all men
call thee fickle.

Be fickle, fortune.

For then I hope thou wilt
not keep him long,

but send him back.

[knock on door]

By now, my Lord Capulet,
whatay you to my suit?

But saying o'er
what I have saidefore.

My child is yet
a stranger in this world.

She hath not even 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'the hopeful lady
of my earth.

But woo her.

Get her heart.

My will to her consent
is but a part.

And she agree...

Hey!

Lady Capulet.

Uh...nurse.

Where is my daughter?
Call her forth to me.

[knock on door]

Are you up?

Who is it that calls?

Why, how now?

I am not well.

Evermore weeping
for Tybalt'seath.

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

And if thou couldst,
thou couldst not make him live.

Therefore, have done.

Some grief shows much of love,

but much of grief
still shows some wont of wit.

Yet let me weep
for such a feeling loss.

So shall you feel the loss,

but not the friend
which you weep for.

Feeling so the loss,
I cannot choose

but ever weep the friend.

But now...
I'll tell theeoyful tidings.

And joy comes well
in such a needy time.

What are they?

Well, thou hast
a careful father, child,

one who, to put thee
from thy heaviness,

hath sorted out a sudden day
of joy for thee that...

that thou expects not,
and I look not for.

In happy time.

What day is that?

Early next Thursday morn,

the gallant young
and noble gentlemen,

the County Paris
at St. Peter's Church

shall happily make thee
there a joyful bride.

Now, by St. Peter's Church
and Peter too,

he shall not make me
there a joyful bride.

I pray you, tell my lord
and father, madam,

I will not marry yet.

And when I do,
it shall be Romeo.

Well, here comes your father.
Tell him so yourself

and see how he will
take it at your hands.

How now, wife?

Have you delivered
to her our decree?

Aye, sir.
But she will none.

I would the fool
were married to her grave.

Is she not proud,
unworthy as she is,

that we have wrought

so worthy a gentleman
to be her bride?

Not proud you have,
but thankful that you have.

Proud could I never
be of what I hate.

But thankful even for hate
that is meant love.

How?

How, how, how, how, how?

Chopped logic.

What is this?

Proud, and "I thank you,"
and "I thank you not."

And yet not...proud?

Mischievous minion, you.

Thank me no thankings
and proud me no prouds,

but fettle thy fine joints
'gainst Thursday next

to St. Peter's Church,

or I will drag thee
on a hurdle thither.

Good father, I beseech you
on my knees.

Hear me with patience,
but to speak a word.

Hang thee!

Young baggage.

Disobedient wretch.

Speak not.eply not.

Do not answer.

My fingers itch.

Oh sweet, my mother,
cast me not away!

Talk not to me,
for I'll not speak a word.

Do as thou wilt,
for I have done with thee.

What sayest thou?

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

Here it is.

Romeo is banished,

and all the world
is nothing.

That he dare ne'er come back,

or if he do, it...
it needs must be by stealth.

I think it best you...
you marry with Paris.

Speakest thou from thy heart?

And from my soul too.

Amen.

What?

Well...

Thou hast comforted me
marvelous much.

Go in, and tell my lady
I am gone,

having displeased my father,

to make confession
and to be absolved.

I will.

This is wisely done.

Ancient damnation,
o most wretched fiend!

[leaves rustling]

Sir, he is fine.

He was treated
in the emergency room...

Yes, sir.

Yeah, but the doctor said...

Yes, sir.
I realize that, sir.

I take full responsibility, sir.

Of course.

Yes, sir.

Come weep with me.

Past hope,ast care, past help.

I already know thy grief.

I hear thou must,
and nothing may postpone it,

on Thursday next be married.

Tell me not 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.

Hold.

I do spy a kind of hope.

And if thou darest,
I'll give thee remedy.

Bid me leap from off
the battlements of any tower,

and will do it
without fear or doubt.

Hold, then.

Go home.

Take thou this vial,

and this distilling liquor,
drink thou off.

When presently,
through all thy veins

shall run a cold
and drowsy humor,

the roses in thy
lips and cheeks

will fade to play ashes.

Thy eyes,
windows fall like death,

when he shuts up
the day of life.

In a borrowed likeness

of shrunk death
shalt thou continue,

and then awake,
as from a pleasant sleep.

In the meantime,
shall Romeo come,

and he and I...

will watch thy waking.

And this shall free thee
from this present shame.

Give me.

Go hence.

Be strong and prosperous
in this resolve.

Love give me strength.

Farewell.

What if this mixture
did not work at all?

What if it be poison,

which the friar subtly hath
ministered to have me dead?

I fear it is.

And yet methinks it should not,

for he hath still
been tried a holy man.

[coughs]

How if, when I am laid
into the...the tomb,

I wake before the time
that Romeo comes?

There's a fearful point.

Shall I not then
be stifled in the vault?

And there, die, strangled?

If I wake...

shall I not then be distraught?

And...madly play
with my forefathers joints,

and...pluck the mangled Tybalt
from his shroud?

And, in this rage,
with some...

greakinsman's bone,
as with a club,

dash out my desperate brains?

Oh!

[breathing heavily]

Oh...

Oh...

Methinks I've seen
my cousin's ghost.

Stay, Tybalt.

Stay.

Romeo... Romeo.

[giggling]

I drink to thee.

[beating heart]

♪ High school ring,
high school ring ♪

♪ Who would have guessed
it was a homicidal thing ♪

♪ Crying, crying, crying
on your front porch swing ♪

♪ Eyes swollen up
like a yellowjacket sting ♪

♪ Call him a thief,
call him a crook ♪

♪ You'll never get back
what the magpie took ♪

♪ Call him a raven,
call him a rook ♪

Sam!

Sam!

Sam!

♪ Your boyfriend's mean,
Your boyfriend's mean ♪

♪ I swear, I swear,
I swear I didn't say anything ♪

♪ Your grandmother's silver

♪ You kept it so clean

♪ In those dark glasses
can you see what I mean ♪

♪ Call him a theif,
call him a crook ♪

♪ You'll never get back
what the magpie took ♪

♪ Call him a raven,
call him a rook ♪

♪ You'll never get back
what the magpie took ♪

♪

♪

[silence]

Help!

Help!

Juliet's dead!

Juliet's dead!

How now?

How doth my lady?

How doth my Juliet,

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.

Oh...

Oh, thou art not conquered.

Oh, my love.

Beauty's ensign still is crimson
in thy cheeks and in thy lips.

And death's pale flag
is not advanced there.

Shall I believe that
unsubstantial death is amorous,

and keeps thee here in dark
to be his paramour?

For fear othat,
I still will stay with thee,

and never from this palace
of dim night depart again.

Here's to my love.

♪

With you I will remain.

♪

[beating heart]

[heart beats slower
and slower]

[heartbeat stops]

How long hath he been there?

Full half an hour.

Go with me.

Fear comes upon me.

Oh, much I fear some ill,
unlucky thing.

Where is my lord?

I do remember well
where I should be,

and there I am.

Where is my Romeo?

Come from this nest
of...unnatural sleep.

A power greater than
we can contradict

hath thwarted our intents.

Come.

Stay not to question,
for the watch is coming.

Come. Go!
I dare no longer stay.

Go!

Get thee hence,
for I will not away.

I will kiss thy lips.

Happily some poison
yet doth hang on them,

to make me die
with a restorative.

[voices getting closer]

♪

♪ You made me love you

♪ I didn't want to do it

♪ I didn't want to do it

♪ You made me want you

♪ And all the time
you knew it ♪

♪ I guess you always
knew it ♪

♪ You made me happy sometimes,
you made me glad ♪

♪ But there were times, baby

♪ You made me feel so bad

♪ You made me cry for

♪ I didn't want to tell you

♪ I didn't want to tell you

♪ I want some love
that's true, yes I do ♪

♪ Indeed I do,
you know I do ♪

♪ Give me, give me, give me
what I cry for ♪

♪ You know you got
the kind of kisses ♪

♪ That I'd die for

♪ You know
you made me love you ♪

♪

♪ You made me cry for

♪ I didn't want to tell you

♪ I didn't want to tell you

♪ I want some love
that's true, yes I do ♪

♪ Indeed I do,
you know I do ♪

♪ Give me, give me, give me
what I cry for ♪

♪ You know you got
the kind of kisses ♪

♪ That I'd die for

♪ You know
you made me love you ♪

♪ You know you made me
love you ♪