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Tyb. It fits, when
1 Cap. He shall be
You are a sancy bog
Tyb. Patience per
Mer. And so did I.
away? he shift a trencher! he scrape a trencher! Rom. Well, what was yours?
2 Serv. When good manners shall lie all in one Mer. That dreamers often lie.
or two men's hands, and they unwashed too, 'tis Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream things a foul thing. true.
1 Serv. Away with the joint-stools, remove the Mer. O, then, I see, queen Mab hath been with you. court-cupboard, look to the plate: – good thou, She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes save me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest In shape no bigger, than an agate-stone
me, let the porter let in Susan Grind-stone, and On the fore-finger of an alderman,
. -- Antony! and Potpan! Drawn with a team of little atomies
2 Serv. Ay, boy; ready. Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep:
1 Serv. You are looked for, and called for, asted Her waggon-spokes made of long-spinners' legs; for, and sought for, in the great chamber. The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;
2 Serv. We cannot be here and there, too. Cheerls, The traces, of the smallest spider's web;
boys; be brisk a while, and the lovger liver take all
. The cullars, of the moonshine's watery beams:
[They retire behind. Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film: Enter Capulet, etc. with the Guests, and the Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat,
Maskers. Not half so big, as a round little worm
Cap. Gentlemen, welcome! ladies, that have their Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid:
toes Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut,
Unplagu'd with corns, will have a boat with you :Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub,
Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers.
Will now deny to dance ? she, that makes dainty, she
, girls! And then dreams he of smelling out a suit :
[Music plays, and skey dance.
Ah, sirrah, this unlook’d-for sport comes well!
Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.
thirty! Making them women of good carriage.
1 Cup. Will you tell me that? This, this is she
His son was but a ward two years ago. Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace !
Rom. What lady's that, which doth enrich the Thou talk'st of nothing.
hand Mer. True, I talk of dreams;
of yonder knight? Which are the children of an idle brain,
Serv. I know not, sir. Begot of nothing but vain fantasy;
Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Which is as thin of substance, as the air;
Her beauty hangs upon the check of night
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
And, touching hers, make happy my rude hand
. Supper is done, and we shall conie too late.
, sight! Rom. I fear, too early: for my mind misgives, For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars,
Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montagues Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
Fetch me my rapier, boy! With this night's revels; and expire the term Come hither, cover'd with an antic face, of a despised life, clos'd in my breast,
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? By some vile forfeit of untimely death:
Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, But he, that hath the steerage of my course, To strike him dead I hold it not a sin. Direct my sail! - On, lusty gentlemen!
1 Cup. Why, how now, kiusman? wherefore stora Ben. Strike, drum!
Musicians waiting. Enter Servants. A villain, that is hither come in spite,
This holy shrine
To smooth that
And palm to pal
They pray, gran
Jul. Then have m
1 Cap. Nay, gent
What! dares the slant
1 Cap. Young Romeo is't?
Ah, sirrah, (To 2 Cap.] hy my fay, it waxes late, Tyb. 'Tis he, that villain Romeo.
I'll to my rest.
(Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse. 1 Cap. Content thee, gentle.coz, let him alone, Jul. Come hither, nurse! What is yon gentleman? He bears him like a portly gentleman;
Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio.
Jul. What’s he, that now is going out of door?
Nurse. Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio.
Nurse. I know not.
Jul. Go, ask his pame!- if he be married,
Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague;
Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate! 1 Cap. He shall be endur'd:
Too early seen unknown, and known too late;
That I must love a loathed enemy.
Jul. A rhyme I learnd even now
Nurse. Anon, anon!
Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone! You are a saucy boy!- Is't so, indeed? –
[Exeunt. This trick may chance to scathe you; — I know what.
Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting, Now Romeo is belov’d, and loves again,
But to his foe suppos'd he must complain,
[To Juliet. To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this, And she as much in love, her means much less My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To meet her new-beloved any where :
A CT II.
SCENE I. – An open place, adjoining Capulet's
garden. Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips, that they must use in
Enter Benvolio, and MERCUTIO.
Mer. He is wise;
(Kissing her. Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:
Romeo! humours! madman! passion ! lover!
Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh,
Cry but - Ah me! couple but -- love and dove;
Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
One nickname for her purblind son and heir,
He heareth not, stirreth not, he moveth not;
The ape is dead, and I must conjure him. —
I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip,
Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
Mer. This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him
Jul. But to And yet I wi
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My love as
I hear some Anon, good Stav buta E
Rom. ObL Being in ni Too flatter
Till she had laid it, and conjur'd it down; | And for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd;
Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd in
So stumblest on my counsel?
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
Ofthe tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound;
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
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.
For stony limits cannot hold love ont:
Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me,
Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
Than twenty of their swords; look thou bat sweet
, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
And I am proof against their enmity. It is my lady; 0, it is my love!
Jul. I would not for the world, they saw thet here.
Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their
And, but thou love me, let them find me here:
My life were better ended by their hate, Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. Having some business, do entreat her eyes
Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far,
face ; O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my That I might touch that cheek!
For that which thou hast heard me speak to-sight Jul. Ah me!
Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny Rom. She speaks:
What I have spoke; but farewell complimert! O, speak again, bright angel! for thon art Dost love me? I know thou wilt say - Ay; As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear's, As is a winged messenger of heaven
Thou may'st prove false; at lovers' perjuries, Unto the white-upturned wond’ring eyes
They say, Jove laughs, 0, gentle Romeo, Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds,
Or if thou think'st I am too quickly wou, And sails upon the bosom of the air.
I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee day,
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;
But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
(Aside. I should have been more strange, I must confess Jul. 'Tis bot thy name, that is my enemy; - But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, Thou art thyself though, not a Montague.
My true love's passion: therefore pardon me; What's Montague? it is nor hand, por foot, Aud not impute this yielding to light love, Nor arm, nor face, uor any other part
Which the dark night hath so discovered. Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, What's in a name? that, which we call a rose,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops, By any other name would smell as sweet ;
Jul. O, swear not by the moon, inconstant moon, So Romeo would, were he not Romeo callid,
That monthly changes in her circled orb, Retain that dear perfection which he owes, Lest that thy love. prove likewise variable. Without that title :- Romeo, doff thy name; Rom. What shall I swear by?
If that thy Thy purpo By one tha Where, an And all
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Jul. Do not swear at all!
I have forgot why I did call thee back.
Pom. Let me stand here, till thou remember it.
Jul, I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
Rememb’ring how I love thy company.
Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Jul. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee goue :
And yet no further, than a wanton's bird ;
Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy
'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Rom. Would'st thou withdraw it? for what pur- Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell;
His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [Exit.
SCENE III.- Friar Laurence's cell.
Enter Friar Laurence, with a basket.
Fri. The grey-ey'd mora smiles on the frowning
[Nurse calls within. Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light;
(Exit. Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,
I must up-fill this osier cage of ours,
With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced powers.
The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb; Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night in- What is her burying grave, that is her womb: deed,
And from her womb children of divers kind
We sucking on her natural bosom find;
Many for many virtues excellent,
None but for some, and yet all different.
In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities :
But to the earth some special good doth give;
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied ;
Add vice sometime's by action dignified.
Poison hath residence, and med’cine power:
For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;
And, where the worser is predominant,
Rom. Good morrow, father!
What early tongue so sweet salateth me?-
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
Therefore thy earliness doth me assure,
Thou art uprous'd by some distemp’rature;
Or if not so, then here I hit it right –
Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.
Rom. That last is true, the sweeter rest was mine. Rom. At the hour af nine.
Fri. God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline ? Jul. I will not fail; ’tis twenty years till then. Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no.
meo; now art by vature: fo tural, that ru
Mer. God v
I have forgot that name, and that pame's woe. Ben. Why, what is Tybalt?
he is the courageous captain of compliments
. He Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.
bauble in a l fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, I have been feasting with mine enemy;
and proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, Ben. Stop t Where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me, and the third in your bosom: the very butcher of
Mer. Thou That's by me wounded ; both our remedies a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the hair. Within thy help and holy physic lies:
the very first house, -of the first and second cause. Ben. Thou I hear no hatred, blessed man; for lo,
Ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso ! the Mer. O, the My intercession likewise steads my foe. hay!
short: for I Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; Den. The what?
and meant, i
a very good blade! -
Mer. A sail As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;
good whore! — Why, is not this a lamentable thing
Ben. Two, And all combin’d, save what thou must combine grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with these
Nurse. Pete By holy marriage. When, and where, and how, strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these pardone
Peter. Ano We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vow, moy's, who stand so much on the new form, that I'll tell thee as we pass : but this I pray,
they cannot sit at ease on the old bench? O, their That thou consent to marry us this day. bons, their bons!
for her fan's Fri. Holy Saint Francis! what a change is here !
Nurse. God Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,
Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo! So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring :-( Nurse. Is it Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. flesh , flesh, how art thou fishified !- Now is he for Jesu Maria! What a deal of brine
the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura, to his
of the dial is Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline ! lady, was but a kitchen-wench;— marry, she had a How much salt water thrown away in waste, better love to be-rhyme her: Dido a dowdy; CleoTo season love, that of it doth not taste!
patra, a gipsy; Helen and Hero, hildings and barThe sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, lots; Thisbé, a grey eye or so, but not to the purs Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears; pose.' -- Signior Romeo, bon jour! there's a French Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit salutation to your French slop. You gave us the Of an old tear, that is not wash'd off yet:
counterfeit fairly last night. If e'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine, Rom. Good-morrow to you both. What counterfeit Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline ;
did I give you? And art thon chang'd? pronounce this sentencethen : Mer. The slip, sir, the slip. Can you not conceir? Women may fall, when there's no strength in men. Rom. Pardon, good Mercatio, my business was gres
; Rom. Thou chidd'st me oft for loving Rosaline. and, in such a case as mine, a man may strain courte: Fri. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. Mer. That's at much as to say — such a case as Rom. And bad'st me bury love.
yours constrains a man to bow in the hams, Fri. Not in a grave,
Rom. Meaning - to court'sy.
Mer. Thou hast most kindly hit it.
Rom. Pink for flower.
Mer. Well said. Follow me this jest now,
hast worn ont thy pump; that, when the single sue For this alliance may so happy prove,
of it is worn, the jest may remain, after the wearing To turn your households' rancour to pure love, solely singular. · Rom. O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. Rom. o single-soled jest, solely singular for the Fri. Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. singleness !
[Exeunt. Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my
Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and
cry a match.
have done; for thou hast more of the wild goose na Ben. Not to his father's; I spoke with his man, one of thy wits, than, I am sure, I have in my ubels Mer. Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that live. Was I with you there for the goose ? Rosaline,
Rom. Thou wast never with me for any thing, when Rom. A g Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. thon wast not there for the goose. Ben. Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,
Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. Hath sent a letter to his father's house.
Rom. Nay, good goose, bite not! Mer. A challenge, on my life.
Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a Ben. Romeo will answer it.
most sharp sauce. Mer. Any man, that can write, may answer a letter. Rom, And is it not well served in to a sweet goase? Ben. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he Mer. O, here's a wit of chevcrel, that stretches dares, being dared.
from an inch narrow to an ell broad! Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! stab-| Rom. bed with a white wench’s black eye ; shot through added to the ear with a love-song; the very pin of his heart goose. cleft with the blind bow-boy's buttshaft; and is he Mer. Why, is not this better now than growning a man to encounter Tybalt?
'for love? now art thou sociable
, now art thoa Rom
Nurse. Out Rom, One, self to mar.
Nurse. By to mar, 900 me where
Rom. I ca older when you sought for 'fault o Nurse. Yo Mer. Yea, wisely, wise Nurse. If
Ben, She Mer. A ba Rom. Whe Mer. No h pie, that is
Romeo, will dinner thith Rom. I will Mer. Farev larly!
Nurse, MG salicy merch
waif talk; a will stand
Nurse. An him down a sach Jacks shall. Scur am none of by too, av
stretch it out for that word-broad: which
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