ANCHOR WOMAN I do bite my thumb, sir!

Two households both alike in dignity in fair

Verona, Where we lay our scene, From ABRAHAM
ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where Do you bite your thumb at us? Sir.
civil blood makes civil hands unclean, From
forth the fatal loins of these two foes, A pair SAMPSON
of star crossed lovers take their life, Whose [Aside to GREGORY]
misadventured piteous overthrows doth with Is the law on our side, if I say ay?
their death, Bury their parents strife. The
fearful passage of their death marked love, GREGORY
And the continuance of their parents rage, No!
Which but their children's end not could
remove, Is now the two hours traffic of our SAMPSON
stage. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir,
but I
SAMPSON bite my thumb, sir.
A dog of the house of Capulet moves me!
GREGORY
BENVOLIO Do you quarrel, sir?
The quarrel is between our masters.
ABRAHAM
GREGORY Quarrel sir! no, sir.
And us their men.
SAMPSON
SAMPSON If you do, sir, I am for you. I serve as good
Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble. And I am a a man
pretty as you.
piece of flesh, I am a pretty piece of Flesh!
Here ABRAHAM
comes of the house of Capulet! No better?

GREGORY SAMPSON
Quarrel, I will back thee. Uh? Uh?

ABRAHAM GREGORY
Boo! Ah, ha ha. Ooh. Boo! Ha ha ha. Here comes our kinsmen say better!

SAMPSON SAMPSON
I will bite my thumb at them; which is a Yes, sir better.
disgrace to
them, if they bear it. ABRAHAM
You lie. Draw, if you be men.
ABRAHAM
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? BENVOLIO
Part, fools! you know not what you do. Put
SAMPSON up your
swords. LADY MONTAGUE
O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?
TYBALT Right glad I
What, art thou drawn among these heartless am he was not at this fray.
hinds?
Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death. BENVOLIO
Madam, underneath a grove of sycamore so
BENVOLIO early
I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword, walking did I see your son.
Or manage
it to part these men with me. MONTAGUE
Many a morning hath he there been seen,
TYBALT With tears
Peace. Peace? I hate the word, As I hate hell, augmenting the fresh morning dew.
all
Montagues, and thee. LADY MONTAGUE
Away from the light steals home my heavy
BOY son, And
Bang Bang! Bang Bang! private in his chamber pens himself, Shuts
up his
TYBALT windows, locks far daylight out And makes
Bang. himself an
artificial night.
MONTAGUE
Give me my long sword, ho! MONTAGUE
Black and portentous must this humour
LADY MONTAGUE prove, Unless
Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe. good counsel may the cause remove.

PRINCE BENVOLIO
Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, So please you, step aside; I'll know his
Throw your grievance,
mistemper'd weapons to the ground! On or be much denied.
pain of
torture, from those bloody hands Throw MONTAGUE
your Come, madam, let's away.
mistemper'd weapons to the ground! Three
civil ROMEO
brawls, bred of an airy word, By thee, old Why then, O brawling love, O loving hate,
Capulet, O anything
and Montague, Have thrice disturb'd the of nothing first create. heavy lightness.
quiet of our Serious
streets, If ever you disturb our streets again, vanity. Misshapen chaos of well seeming
Your forms.
lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
BENVOLIO
Good-morrow, cousin. for I have heard it all. Here's much to do
with hate,
ROMEO but more with love. Why, then, O brawling
Is the day so young? love! O
loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first
BENVOLIO create! O
But new struck cuz. heavy lightness! Serious vanity! Misshapen
chaos of
ROMEO well-seeming forms! Feather of lead--
Ay me! Sad hours seem long. Was that my [Benvolio Snickers]
father that Dost thou not laugh?
went hence so fast?
BENVOLIO
BENVOLIO No, cuz, I rather weep.
It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's
hours? ROMEO
Good heart, at what?
ROMEO
Not having that, which, having, makes them BENVOLIO
short. At thy good heart's oppression.

BENVOLIO ROMEO
In love? Farewell, my cuz.

ROMEO BENVOLIO
Out-- Soft! I will go along; An if you leave me so,
you do
BENVOLIO me wrong.
Of love?
CAPULET
ROMEO But Montague is bound as well as I, In
Out of her favour, where I am in love. penalty alike;
and 'tis not hard, I think, For men so old as
BENVOLIO we to
Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should keep the peace.
be so
tyrannous and rough in proof! PARIS
Of honourable reckoning are you both; And
ROMEO pity 'tis
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, you lived at odds so long. But now, my lord,
Should, what say
without eyes, see pathways to his will! you to my suit?
Where shall
we dine? O me! What fray was here? Yet CAPULET
tell me not, But saying o'er what I have said before: My
child is
yet a stranger in the world; Let two more Then she hath sworn that she will still live
summers chaste?
wither in their pride, Ere we may think her
ripe to ROMEO
be a bride. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge
waste.
PARIS
Younger than she are happy mothers made. BENVOLIO
Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.
CAPULET
And too soon marr'd are those so early ROMEO
made. This Teach me how I should forget to think.
night I hold an old accustom'd feast, At my
poor BENVOLIO
house look to behold this night Fresh female By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine
buds other
that make dark heaven light. Hear all, all beauties. Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
see,
Come, go with me. ROMEO
Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man
BENVOLIO is; Shut up in
Tell me in sadness, who is that you love. prison, kept without my food, Whipp'd and
tormented.
ROMEO Good day, good fellow.
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
NEWSCASTER
BENVOLIO Now I'll tell you without asking the great
I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved. rich
Capulet holds an old accustomed feast--A
ROMEO fair
A right good marks-man! And she's fair I assembly. Signior Placentio and his lovely
love. daughters.
The lady widow of Vitravio; and her lovely
BENVOLIO nieces
A right fair mark, fair cuz, is soonest hit. Rosaline.

ROMEO BENVOLIO
Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups
With the fair
Cupid's arrow; Nor bide the encounter of Rosaline whom thou so lovest, With all the
assailing admired
eyes, Nor open her lap to saint-seducing beauties of Verona:
gold:
NEWSCASTER
BENVOLIO If you be not of the house of Montague
come and crush
a cup of wine. NURSE
A man, young lady! Lady, such a man As all
BENVOLIO the world-
Go thither; and, with untainted eye, -why, he's a man of wax.
Compare her face
with some that I shall show, And I will make LADY CAPULET
thee Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
think thy swan a crow.
NURSE
ROMEO Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.
I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, But
to LADY CAPULET
rejoice in splendor of mine own. This night you shall behold him at our feast;
Read
LADY CAPULET o'er the volume of young Paris' face, And
J U L I E T ! ! ! ! Juliet! Juliet! Juliet! Nurse. find
Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth delight writ there with beauty's pen; This
to me. precious
book of love, this unbound lover, To
NURSE beautify him,
I bade her come. God forbid! Juliet! Juliet! only lacks a cover: So shall you share all
Juliet! that he
doth possess, By having him, making
JULIET yourself no less.
Madam, I am here. What is your will?
NURSE
LADY CAPULET Nay, bigger; women grow by men.
Nurse, give leave awhile, We must talk in
secret. LADY CAPULET
Nurse, come back again; I have remember'd Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?
me, thou's
hear our counsel. Nurse, Thou know'st my JULIET
daughter's I'll look to like, if looking liking move: But
of a pretty age. no
more deep will I endart mine eye Than your
NURSE consent to
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I give strength to make it fly.
nursed.
SERVANT
LADY CAPULET Madam, the guests are come.
By my count, I was your mother much upon
these years, LADY CAPULET
You are now a maid. Thus then in brief: The Go! We follow thee. Juliet, Blah!
valiant
Paris seeks you for his love. NURSE
Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
 MERCUTIO
MERCUTIO And so did I.
Young hearts run free. Never be caught up,
caught up ROMEO
like Rosaline and thee. Nay, gentle Romeo, Well, what was yours?
we must
have you dance. MERCUTIO
That dreamers often lie.
ROMEO
Not I, Not I believe me: you have dancing ROMEO
shoes With In bed asleep, while they do dream things
nimble soles: I have a soul of lead true.

MERCUTIO MERCUTIO
You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, And O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with
soar with you. She is
them above a common bound. the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape
no
ROMEO bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-
Under love's heavy burden do I sink. finger of an
alderman, Drawn with a team of little
MERCUTIO atomies Over
Too great oppression for a tender thing. men's noses as they lie asleep; Her chariot is
an
ROMEO empty hazel-nut Her wagoner a small grey-
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, Too coated gnat,
rude, And in this state she gallops night by night
too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. Through
lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
MERCUTIO O'er
If love be rough with you, be rough with lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees,
love; Prick Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
love for pricking, and you beat love down. And then
dreams he of cutting foreign throats, And
BENVOLIO being thus
Every man betake him to his legs. frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps
again.
ROMEO This is the hag, when maids lie on their
But 'tis no wit to go. backs, That
presses them and learns them first to bear,
MERCUTIO Making
Why, may one ask? them women of good carriage: This is she--
This is
ROMEO she!
I dream'd a dream to-night.
ROMEO
Peace, good Mercutio, peace! Thou talk'st of
nothing. NURSE
Madam, your mother calls. Come, lets away.
MERCUTIO
True, I talk of dreams, Which are the PARIS
children of an Will you now deny to dance?
idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
Which LADY CAPULET
is as thin of substance as the air And more A man young lady, such a man.
inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even
now the TYBALT
frozen bosom of the north, And, being What dares the slave Come hither, To fleer
anger'd, puffs and scorn
away from thence, Turning his face to the at our solemnity? Now, by the stock and
dew- honour of my
dropping south. kin, To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.

BENVOLIO CAPULET
This wind, you talk of, blows us from Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm
ourselves; you so?
Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
TYBALT
ROMEO Uncle, this is that villain Romeo, a
I fear, too early: for my mind misgives Montague, our
Some foe.
consequence yet hanging in the stars Shall
bitterly CAPULET
begin his fearful date With this night's revels Young Romeo is it?
and
expire the term Of a despised life closed TYBALT
within my 'Tis he.
breast By some vile forfeit of untimely
death. But CAPULET
He, that hath the steerage of my course, Content thee, gentle cuz, content thee. Let
Direct my him
sail! On, lusty gentlemen. alone; I would not for the wealth of all the
town
ROMEO Here in my house do him disparagement:
Your drugs are quick. Therefore be
patient, take no note of him
CAPULET
Ahhh! I have seen the day That I could tell TYBALT
A I'll not endure him.
whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, Such as
would CAPULET
please. He shall be endured
 Saints do not move, though grant for
TYBALT prayers' sake.
Uncle, 'tis a shame.
ROMEO
CAPULET Then move not, while my prayer's effect I
Go to! What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: take. Thus
go to; from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
Make a mutiny among my guests?!
JULIET
ROMEO Then have my lips the sin that they have
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, took.
sight! For I
ne'er saw true beauty till this night. ROMEO
Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
ROMEO Give me
If I profane with my unworthiest hand This my sin again.
holy
shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips, two JULIET
blushing You kiss by the book.
pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough
touch with NURSE
a tender kiss. Madam, your mother craves a word with
you. Come lets
JULIET away.
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too
much, Which ROMEO
mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints Is she a Capulet?
have
hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And NURSE
palm to palm His name is Romeo, and he's a Montague;
is holy palmers' kiss. The only son
of your great enemy.
ROMEO
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? MERCUTIO
Away, begone; the sport is at the best.
JULIET
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in ROMEO
prayer. Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.

ROMEO JULIET
Well, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands My only love sprung from my only hate!
do; Too early seen
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to unknown, and known too late! Prodigious
despair. birth of love
it is to me, That I must love a loathed
JULIET enemy.
 ROMEO
TYBALT She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel!
I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall Now
seeming JULIET
sweet convert to bitterous gall. Romeo, O Romeo! wherefore art thou
Romeo? Deny thy
BENVOLIO father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt
Romeo! Romeo! not, be
but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a
MERCUTIO Capulet.
Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!
I conjure ROMEO
thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, By her high [Aside]
forehead Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
and her scarlet lip, By her fine foot, straight
leg JULIET
and quivering thigh! O, Romeo that she 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art
were An open thyself,
ass, and thou a poperin pear! Romeo, good though not a Montague. What's Montague?
night: I'll it is nor
to my truckle-bed; This field-bed is too cold hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any
for me other part
to sleep. Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in
ROMEO a name? that which we call a rose By any
He jests at scars that never felt a wound. other word
But, soft! would smell as sweet; So Romeo would,
what light through yonder window breaks? were he not
It is the Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection
east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, which he
and owes Without that title. O Romeo, doff thy
kill the envious moon, Who is already sick name, And
and pale for that name which is no part of thee Take
with grief, That thou her maid art far more all
fair than myself.
she: Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her ROMEO
vestal livery is but sick and green And none I take thee at thy word.
but
fools do wear it; oh cast it off. It is my lady, JULIET
O, Ahhh!
it is my love! O, that she knew she were!
JULIET
JULIET Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
Ay me!
ROMEO
Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike. swear'st, Thou mayst prove false. O gentle
Romeo, If
JULIET thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
How camest thou hither, tell me, and
wherefore? The ROMEO
garden walls are high and hard to climb, Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear That
And the tips with
place death, considering who thou art, If any silver all these fruit-tree tops--
of my
kinsmen find thee here. JULIET
O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant
ROMEO moon, That
With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that
walls; thy
For stony limits cannot hold love out, And love prove likewise variable.
what love
can do that dares love attempt; Therefore thy ROMEO
kinsmen Well what shall I swear by?
are no let to me.
JULIET
JULIET Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear
If they do see thee, they will murder thee. by thy
gracious self, Which is the god of my
ROMEO idolatry, And
I have night's cloak to hide me from their I'll believe thee.
eyes, And
but thou love me, let them find me here: My ROMEO
life were If my heart's dear love--
better ended by their hate, Than death
prorogued, JULIET
wanting of thy love. Do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have
no joy
JULIET of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too
Thou know'st the mask of night is on my unadvised, too sudden; Too like the
face, Else lightning, which
would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.'
that which Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by
thou hast heard me speak to-night Fain summer's
would I dwell ripening breath, May prove a beauteous
on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: flower when
but next we meet. Good night.
farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I
know thou ROMEO
wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet if O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
thou
JULIET
What satisfaction canst thou have to-night? So thrive my soul--

ROMEO JULIET
The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for A thousand times good night! Exit, above
mine.
ROMEO
JULIET A thousand times the worse, to want thy
I gave thee mine before thou didst request it! light. Love
goes toward love, as schoolboys from their
NURSE books, But
Juliet! love from love, toward school with heavy
looks.
JULIET
Three words, dear Romeo, and good night JULIET
indeed. If Romeo! At what o'clock to-morrow Shall I
that thy bent of love be honourable, Thy send to
purpose thee?
marriage, send me word to-morrow, By one
that I'll ROMEO
procure to come to thee, Where and what By the hour of nine.
time thou
wilt perform the rite; And all my fortunes at JULIET
thy I will not fail: 'tis twenty year till then.
foot I'll lay And follow thee my lord
throughout the JULIET
world. Good night, good night! Parting is such
sweet sorrow,
NURSE that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
[Within]
Juliet! NURSE
Juliet!
JULIET
I uh, by and by I come--But if thou mean'st FATHER LAWRENCE
not well, O, mighty is the powerful grace that lies in
I do beseech thee-- plants,
herbs, stones, and their true qualities: for
NURSE nought
[Within] so vile that the earth doth live but to the
Juliet! earth
some special good doth give, nor aught so
JULIET good, but
By and by, I come: -- To cease thy strief, strain'd from that fair use revolts from true
and leave birth,
me to my grief: To-morrow will I send. stumbling on abuse: virtue itself turns vice,
being
ROMEO
misaplied; and vice sometimes by action Rosaline? My ghostly father no; I have
dignified. forgot that
Within the infant rind of this weak flower name, and that name's woe.
poison is
resident and medicine power: for this, being FATHER LAWRENCE
smelt, That's my good son: but where hast thou
with that part cheers each part; being tasted, been
slays
all senses with the heart. Two such ROMEO
empossed kings I have been feasting with mine enemy,
encamp them still in man as well as herbs, where on a
grace and sudden one hath wounded me, that's by me
rude will; and where the worser is wounded;
predominant, full both our remeidies within thy help and holy
soon the canker death eats up that plant. physic
lies.
ROMEO
Good marrow, father! FATHER LAWRENCE
Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;
FATHER LAWRENCE riddling
Benedicite! What early tounge so sweet confession finds but riddling shrift.
saludeth me?
ROMEO
ALTAR BOYS Then plainly know my hearts dear love is
Good marrow, Romeo. set, on the
fair daughter of rich Capulet. We met, we
ROMEO wooed, we
Good marrow. made exchange of vow. I'll tell thee as we
pass; but
FATHER LAWRENCE this I pray, that thou consent to marry us
Young son, it argues a distemper'd head so today.
soon to
bid good marrow to thy bed: or if not so so, FATHER LAWRENCE
then Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here! Is
here I hit it right, our Romeo hath not seen Rosaline that thou didst love so dear so soon
his bed forsaken? Young men's love then lies not
tonight. truly in
their hearts but in their eyes.
ROMEO
The last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. ROMEO
Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.
FATHER LAWRENCE
God pardon sin, was thou with Rosaline!? FATHER LAWRENCE
For doting; not for loving, pupil mine.
ROMEO
ROMEO
I pray thee, chde me not; whom I love now
doth grace MERCUTIO
for grace and love for love allow; the other Any man that can write may answer a letter.
did not
so. BENVOLIO
Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how
FATHER LAWRENCE he
O, she new well. Thy love read by rote and dares, being dared.
could not
spell. Come, young waverer, come, go with MERCUTIO
me, In one But alas poor Romeo! he is already dead;
respect I'll thy assistant be; for this alliance stabbed with
may a white wench's black eye; shot through the
so happy prove, to turn you household ear with
rachor to pure a love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft
love. with the
blind bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man
ROMEO to
O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. encounter Tybalt?

FATHER LAWRENCE BENVOLIO

Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. Why, what is Tybalt?

MERCUTIO MERCUTIO
Where the devil should this Romeo be? More than prince of cats. He is the
Came he not courageous
home to-night? captain of compliments. He fights as you
sing prick-
BENVOLIO song, keeps time, distance, and proportion;
Not to his father's; I spoke with his man. he rests
his minim rest, one, two, and the third in
MERCUTIO your
Why that pale hard-hearted wench, that bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a
Rosaline. duellist,
Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. a duellist; a gentleman of the very first
house, of
BENVOLIO the first and second cause: the immortal
Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, Hath passado!
sent a punto reverso! the hai!
letter to his father's house.
BENVOLIO
MERCUTIO The what?
A challenge, on my life.
BENVOLIO
BENVOLIO Here comes Romeo. Romeo!
Romeo will answer it?
ROMEO
Ho Ho, Capital Punks! ROMEO
Why, then is my pump well flowered.
MERCUTIO
Signior Romeo, bon jour! there's a French MERCUTIO
salutation Sure Witt! Now art thou sociable, now art
to your French slop. You gave us the thou Romeo;
counterfeit now art thou what thou art, by art as well as
fairly last night. by
nature.
ROMEO
Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit ROMEO
did I give Here's goodly gear!
you?
NURSE
MERCUTIO I desire some confidence with you.
The slip, son, the slip; can you not conceive?
MERCUTIO
ROMEO A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! so ho! Romeo!
Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was Romeo! Romeo!
great; and in Will you come to your father's? we'll to
such a case as mine a man may strain dinner,
courtesy. thither.

MERCUTIO ROMEO
That's as much as to say, such a case as I will follow you.
yours
constrains a man to bow in the hams. MERCUTIO
Farewell, ancient lady; farewell,
ROMEO
Meaning, to court'sy. NURSE
If ye should lead her into a fool's paradise,
MERCUTIO as they
Thou hast most kindly hit it. say, it were a very gross kind of behavior, as
they
ROMEO say: for the lady is young; and, therefore, if
A most courteous exposition. you
should deal double with her, truly it were an
MERCUTIO ill
Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy. thing, and very weak dealing.

ROMEO ROMEO
Pink for flower. Bid her to come to confession this
afternoon; And
MERCUTIO there she shall at Father Laurence' cell Be
Right. shrived
and married.
JULIET
JULIET I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.
O honey nurse, what news? Nurse? Sweet,
sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my
NURSE love?
I am a-weary, give me leave awhile: Fie,
how my bones NURSE
ache! what a jaunt have I! Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
and a
JULIET courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and,
I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy I
news: I pray warrant, a virtuous,--Where is your mother?
thee, speak.
JULIET
NURSE Where is my mother! How oddly thou
What haste? can you not stay awhile? Do repliest! Your
you not see love says, like an honest gentleman, Where
that I am out of breath? is your
mother?'
JULIET
How art thou out of breath, when thou hast NURSE
breath To O lady dear! Are you so hot? Henceforward
say to me that thou art out of breath? Is the do your
news messages yourself.
good, or bad? answer to that;
JULIET
NURSE Here's such a coil! Come, what says
Well, you have made a simple choice; you Romeo?
know not how
to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though NURSE
his face Have you got leave to go to confession to-
be better than any man's, yet his leg excels day?
all
men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a JULIET
body, I have.

JULIET NURSE
But all this did I know before. What says he Then hie you hence to Father Laurence' cell;
of our There
marriage? what of that? stays a husband to make you a wife

NURSE FATHER LAWRENCE

Lord, how my head aches! what a head have These violent delights have violent ends.
I! O, my And in
back! Other' other side,--O, my back.
their triumph die; like fire and powder, of you?
which as
they kiss consume. The sweetest honey is MERCUTIO
loathsome in OH, and but one word with one of us?
it's own deliciousness. Therefore love Couple it with
moderatley. something. Make it a word and a...a blow.
Romeo, shall thank the daughter for us both.
TYBALT
BENVOLIO You shall find me apt enough to that, sir.
I pray thee good Mercutio let's retire. The And you
day is will give me occasion.
hot. the Capel's are abroad, and if we meet
we shall MERCUTIO
not 'scape a brawl, for in these hot day is the Could you not take some occasion without
mad giving?
blood stirring.
TYBALT
MERCUTIO Mercutio! Thou art consortest with Romeo?
Keep away the cats! Thou art like one of
these MERCUTIO
fellows that, when he enters the confines of Consort? What does thou make us
a tavern minstrels? An thou
claps me his sword upon the table and says, make minstrels of us look to hear nothing of
"God send discords. Here's my fiddlestick. Here's that
me no need of thee." and by the operation of shall
the make you dance! Zounds, Consort!
second cup draws him on the drawer, when
indeed there BENVOLIO
is no need. Either withdraw unto some private place, or
reason
BENVOLIO coldly of your grievences, or else depart.
Am I like Such a fellow? Here all
eyes gaze on us.
MERCUTIO
Thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in MERCUTIO
Verona. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them
gaze. I
BENVOLIO will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
By my head here come the Capulets.
TYBALT
MERCUTIO Peace be with you sir, Here comes my man.
By my heel, I care not.
ROMEO
TYBALT
Follow me close. Gentlemen, gooday. A
word with one MERCUTIO!
 lives.

TYBALT TYBALT
ROMEO! The love I bear thee can afford no I am for you.
better term
than this. Thou art a villain! ROMEO
Forbear this outrage, good Mercutio.
ROMEO
Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee BENVOLIO
doth much Art thou hurt?
exuse the appertaning rage to such a
greeting: MERCUTIO
villiain am I none. Therefore farwell. I see Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Ay, a scratch, a
thou scratch. HA HA HA.
Knowest me not.
ROMEO
TYBALT Courage man, the hurt can not be much.
Boy this shall not excuse the injuries that
thou has MERCUTIO
done me! Turn and Draw! Turn and draw! 'Twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow and you
Turn and draw! shall find
Turn and draw! Turn and draw! me a grave man. A plague o' both your
houses. They
ROMEO have made worms meat of me. A plague on
I do protest I never injured thee, but love both your
thee Houses! Why the devil did you come
better than thou cans't devise. till thou shall between us? I was
know hurt under your arm.
the reason of my love. And so good Capulet
who's name ROMEO
I tender as dearly as mine own, Be satisfied. I thought all for the best.
Be
satisfied. MERCUTIO
A Plague o' both your houses.
MERCUTIO
Calm, Dishonorable, Vile Submission! Thou ROMEO
art my NO! Mercutio!
souls hate! Tybalt! You ratcatcher, will you
walk? JULIET
Come gentle night. Come loving black-
TYBALT browned night
What wouldst thou have with me? give me my Romeo. And when I shall die,
take him and
MERCUTIO cut him out into little stars, and he will make
Good king of cat's, nothing but one of your the
nine
face of heaven so fine that all the world will could not take truce with the unruly spleen
be in of
love with night and pay no worship to the Tybalt, deaf to peace.
garish sun.
O, I have bought the mansion of love but not GLORIA
possessed, and though I am sold, not yet It's the kinsman to the Montague, affection
enjoyed. O, makes him
tedious is this day, as the night before some false! I beg for justice which thou prince
festival to an impatient child that hath new must give,
robes Romeo slew Tybalt! Romeo must not live!
and may not wear them.
PRINCE
ROMEO Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; Who
Mercutio's soul is but a little way above our now the price
heads of his dear blood doth owe?
staying for thine to keep him company!
TED MONTAGUE
TYBALT Not Romeo, Prince, he was Mercutio's
Thou, wretched boy shalt with him hence. friend; his
fault concludes but what the law should end,
ROMEO the life
Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him! of Tybalt.
Either
thou, or I, or both, must go with him! Either PRINCE
thou, And for that offense Immediately we do
or I, or both, must go with him! I am exile him.
Fortunes fool!
TED MONTAGUE
CAPTIAN PRINCE Noble Prince--
ROMEO! Away begone stand not amazed!
Away! PRINCE
I will be deaf to pleading and excuses; Nor
GLORIA tears nor
Tybalt! prayers shall purchase out abuses, Therefore
use
CAPTIAN PRINCE none. Let Romeo hence in haste, Else when
Where are the vile beginners of this fray? he is found
Benvolio, that hour is his last> Romeo is banished!
who began this bloody fray?
ROMEO
BENVOLIO Banishment? Be merciful, say death; for
Romeo, he cries aloud, Hold friends. Tybalt exile hath
her is more terror in his look much more than
slain. Romeo's hand did slay. Romeo spoke death. Do not
him fair. say Banishment.
ROMEO Speakest thou of Juliet? Where is she? And
Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, and how doth
thou art she? And what say my concealed lady of our
wedded to calamity. Hence from Verona art canceled
thou love?
banished. Be patient, for the world is broad
and NURSE
wide. O, she says nothing sir, but weeps and
weeps, and
ROMEO then on Romeo cries and then falls down
There is no world without Verona walls, again.
hence
banished is banished from the world and ROMEO
worlds exile As if that name, Shot from the deadly level
is death. Then banished is death mis-termed. of a gun
Calling did murder her, as that name's cursed hand
death banished, thou cu'st my head off with did murder
a golden her kinsman.
axe and smiles upon the stroke that murders
me. FATHER LAWRENCE
I thought thy disposition better tempered!
FATHER LAWRENCE Thy Juliet
O deadly sin, O rude unthankfulness! This is is alive. There art thou happy. The law that
dear threatened death becomes thy friend and
mercy and thou sees it not. Hence! turns it to
exile. There art thou happy. A Pack of
NURSE blessings
I come for my lady Juliet. light upon thy back. Wherefore railest thou
on thy
FATHER LAWRENCE birth the heaven and earth? Since birth and
Welcome. heaven
and earth all three do meet in thee at once.
NURSE
Where is my Lady's lord? NURSE
Sir, a ring my lady bid me give you.
FATHER LAWRENCE
Romeo, come forth. ROMEO
How well my comfort is revived by this.
ROMEO
Nurse. FATHER LAWRENCE
Hie you make haste! But look thou stay not
NURSE till the
Sir. Ah, sir. Death the end of all watch be set, for then thou canst not pass to
Mantua
Romeo where thau shalt live till we can find a time
to
blaze you marriage, reconcile your friends, I will makes a desperate tender of my child's
beg love. I
pardon of the Prince and call thee back with think she will be ruled in all respect by me;
twenty Nay,
hundred times more joy, than thou wentst more, I doubt it not. But what say you to
forth in Thursday?
lamentation. Quick hence! Be gone by break
of day! DAVE
Sojourn in Mantua. My lord, I... I would that Thursday were
tomorrow.
ROMEO
Farewell. CAPULET
A Thursday let it be then. Wife, you go to
JULIET Juliet ere
O God. Did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's you go to bed. Tell her, a Thursday she will
blood? O be
serpent heart hid with a flowering face. Was married to this noble sir!
ever
book containing such vile matter's so fairly JULIET
bound? Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.
O, that deceit should dwell in such a
gorgeous ROMEO
palace. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

GLORIA JULIET
She'll not come down tonight. That light is not daylight, I know it, I. It is
some
DAVE meteor that the sun exhales to light thee on
These times of woe afford no time to woo. thy way
to Mantua. Therefore stay yet. Thou needest
CAPULET not be
Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt gone.
dearly.
ROMEO
GLORIA Let me be taken, let me be put to death. I
And so did I. have more
care to stay then will to go. Come death,
GLORIA Welcome,
Well, we were born to die. Juliet wills it so. How is't my soul? Let us
talk it
GLORIA is not day.
I'll know her mind early tomorrow, but
tonight she's JULIET
mewed up to her heaviness. It is, It is! Hie hence, be gone, away. O,
now be
CAPULET gone. More light and light it grows.
 Marry my child next Thursday Morn. The
ROMEO gallant, young
More Light and light, more dark and dark and noble gentleman, Sir Paris, at Saint
our woes. Peter's
Church, shall make thee there a joyful bride.
NURSE
Madam! Your lady mother is coming to JULIET
your chamber What? Now. St. Peter's Church, and Peter
too, he
GLORIA shall not make me there a joyful bride!
Ho, daughter are you up?
GLORIA
JULIET Here comes your father, tell him so yourself.
Then window, let day in and let life out. O,
think'st CAPULET
thou we shall ever meet again? How now, wife? Have you delivered to her
our decree?
ROMEO
I doubt it not. Trust me, love, all these woes GLORIA
shall Ay Sir! But she will none, she gives you
serve for sweet discourses in our times to thanks. I
come. would the fool were married to her grave.
Adieu.
CAPULET
JULIET How? Will she none? Is she not proud? Doth
O God, I have an ill-divining soul. Methinks she not
I see count her blest, unworthy as she is, that we
thee, now thou art so low, as one dead in the have
bottom wrought so worth a gentleman to be her
of a tomb. O fortune, fortune. Be fickle, bride?
fortune,
for then I hope that thou will not keep him JULIET
long but Not proud you have, but thankful that you
send him back. have. Proud
can I never be of what I hate!
GLORIA
Thou hast a careful father, child: One who, CAPULET
to put Thanks me no thanking, nor proud me no
thee from thy heaviness, hath sorted out a prouds, But
sudden day fettle your joints 'gainst Thursday next.
of joy that thou expects nor I looked not for.
JULIET
JULIET Hear me with patience.
Madam, in happy time what day is that?
CAPULET
GLORIA Speak not, reply not, do not answer me.
 Faith, here it is. I think it best you marry
GLORIA with
Fie, Fie, are you mad? this Paris. O, he's a lovely gentleman. I think
you
CAPULET are happy in this second match, for it excels
Hang thee, young baggage, disobedient your
wretch. first; or if it did not, your first is dead--or
'twere as good he were as living here and
NURSE you no use
God in heaven bless her! You are to blame to him.
my lord, to
rate her so! JULIET
Speakest thou from thy heart?
CAPULET
Peace you mumbling fool! I tell thee what- NURSE
get thee to And from my soul too. Else beshrew them
church o' Thursday Or never after look me both.
in the face
an you be mine, I give you to my friend. An JULIET
you be Amen
not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,
Trust to NURSE
it. Bethink you. I'll not be forsworn! What?

JULIET JULIET
O sweet my mother cast me not away. Delay Well, thou hast comforted me marvelous
this much. Go in
marriage for a month, a week. Or if you do and tell my lady I am gone, having
not make displeased my
the bridal bed in that dim monument where father to Father Lawrence to make
Tybalt confession and be
lies. absolved.

GLORIA DAVE
Talk not to me, for Ill not speak a word. Do Immoderately she weeps for Tybalts death.
as thou Now, sir,
wilt for I have done with thee. her father counts it dangerous that she doth
give her
JULIET sorrow so much sway, and in his wisdom
O God!--O Nurse, how shall this be hastes our
prevented? What marriage to stop the inundation of her tears.
sayest thou? Hast thou not a word of joy? Happily
Some met, my lady, and my wife.
comfort nurse.
JULIET
NURSE That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
 Hold Daughter!
PARIS
That "may be," must be, love, on Thursday JULIET
next. Be not so long to speak I long to die.

JULIET FATHER LAWRENCE

What must be, shall be. I do spy a kind of hope, Which craves as
desperate
FATHER LAWRENCE and execution as that is desperate which we
Well, that's a certain text. would
prevent. If, rather than to marry Paris, Thou
DAVE hast
Come you to make confession? the strength of will to slay thyself, Then it is
likely thou wilt undertake a thing like death,
JULIET to
Are you at leisure Holy Father, now? Or chide away this shame. No warmth, no
shall I come breath shall
to you at evening mass? testify thou livest . Each part, deprived of
supple
FATHER LAWRENCE government, shall stiff and stark and cold
My leisure serves me, pensive daughter appear,
now. We must like death. Now when the bridegroom in the
entreat the time alone. morning
comes to rouse thee from thy bed, there art
DAVE thou
God shield I Should disturb devotion. Juliet, dead. Thou shalt be borne to that same
on ancient vault
Thursday early will I rouse Ye, Till then, where all he kindred to the Capulet lie. In
adieu, and the
keep this holy kiss. meantime, against thou shalt awake, shall
Romeo by my
JULIET letters know our drift, and hither shall he
Tell me not, Father, that thou hearest of this, come. And
Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it. that very night shall Romeo bear thee hence
to
FATHER LAWRENCE Mantua. Take thou this vial, being then in
It strains me past the compass of my wits. bed, and
this distilling liquor drink thou off. I'll send
JULIET my
If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help Do letters to thy lord post haste to Mantua.
thou but
call my resolution wise, And with this I'll JULIET
help it What if this mixture do not work at all?
presently! Shall I be
married then tomorrow morning?
FATHER LAWRENCE
GLORIA from Verona. How now, Balthasar?! Dost
What, daughter are you busy? Need you my thou not bring
help? me letters from the Priest? How doth my
lady? Is my
JULIET Father well? How doth my lady Juliet? For
No, madam. We have culled such nothing can
necessaries as our be ill if she be well.
behoveful for our state tomorrow. so please
you, let BALTHASAR
me now be left alone, and let the nurse this If she is well then nothing can be ill. Her
night body
sit up with you. for I am sure you have your rests in Capel's monument, and her immortal
hands part with
full in all this so sudden business. the angel's lives. I saw her laid low. Pardon
me for
GLORIA bringing these ill news.
Geth thee to be and rest, for thou has need.
ROMEO
JULIET Then I defy you, stars! JULIET! JULIET! I
Farewell. God knows when we shall meet will hence
again. tonight.

GLORIA BALTHASAR
Goodnight. Have patience!

JULIET ROMEO
Romeo, I drink to thee. Leave Me!

FATHER LAWRENCE BALTHASAR

As the custom is, in all her best array, bear Your looks are pale and wild and do import
her to some
church. misadventure.

ROMEO ROMEO
And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts Tush, thou art deceived. Hast thou no letters
me to me
above the ground with cheerful thoughts. I from the priest?
dreampt my [Balthsasr shakes his head no.]
lady came and found me dead and breathed No matter. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee
such life tonight. I will hence tonight.
with kisses in my lips that I revived and was
an POLICE OFFICER
emperor. Ah me, how sweet is love itself Romeo is within Verona Wall's.
possessed
when but love's shadow's are so rich in joy. ROMEO
News
Let me have a dram of poison, such some Live and be prosperous; and farewell good
speeding fellow.
gear, as will disperse itself through all the
veins, BALTHASAR
that the life weary taker may fall dead Then I'll leave thee.

CRUSTY ROMEO
Such mortal drugs I have, but Verona's law Tempt not a desperate man!
is death
to any that utters them. CAPTIAN PRINCE
Hold! Hold!
ROMEO
The world is not thy friend, nor the worlds ROMEO
law. Then O my love, my wife, Death that hath sucked
be not poor, but break it, and take this. the honey
of thy breath, hath no power yet upon thy
CRUSTY beauty,
My poverty, but not my will consents. thou art not conquered. Beauty's ensign yet
is
ROMEO crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, and
I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. death's
pale flag is not advanced there. Ah, dear
CRUSTY Juliet, why
Drink it off and, if you had the strength of art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe that
twenty unsubstantial death is amorous and keeps
men it would dispatch you straight. thee here in
the dark to be his paramour? For fear of that
ROMEO I still
Here is my gold. Worse poison to men's will stay thee. Here, oh, here will I set up
souls, than my
these poor compounds that thou mayest not everlasting rest, and shake the yoke of
sell. inauspicious
stars from this world-wearied flesh. Eyes
FATHER LAWRENCE look your
The letter was of dear import. last, arms take your last embrace, and lips, O
you
CLERK the doors to breath, seal with a righteous
I could not send it nor get a messenger to kiss. A
bring it dateless bargain, to engrossing death.
thee.
JULIET
FATHER LAWRENCE Romeo. What's here? Poison. Drunk all, and
The neglecting it may do much damage. left no
friendly drop to help me after. I will kiss thy
ROMEO lips.
Happily some poison yet doth hang on them.
Thy lips
are warm.

ROMEO
Thus..... with a kiss...... I die.

CAPTIAN PRINCE
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 kinsman. All are Punished. ALL
ARE PUNISHED!

ANCHOR WOMAN
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.

END