ROMEO [Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
JULIET O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
As is a winged messenger of heaven
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
ROMEO She speaks:
JULIET Ay me!
That I might touch that cheek!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
O, that she knew she were!
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
ROMEO He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
JULIET appears above at a window
Monday, November 29, 2010
Blind is his love and best befits the dark.
To be consorted with the humorous night:
BENVOLIO Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,
I conjure only but to raise up him.
Is fair and honest, and in his mistres s' name
That were some spite: my invocation
Till she had laid it and conjured it down;
Of some strange nature, letting it there stand
To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle
MERCUTIO This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him
BENVOLIO And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
That in thy likeness thou appear to us!
And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh
By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,
I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.
He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;
When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,
One nick-name for her purblind son and heir,
Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;'
Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;
Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh:
Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!
Nay, I'll conjure too.
Call, good Mercutio.
MERCUTIO
BENVOLIO He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:
MERCUTIO He is wise; And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed.
BENVOLIO Romeo! my cousin Romeo!
Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO
He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it
Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
Can I go forward when my heart is here?
Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.
But passion lends them power, time means, to meet
To meet her new-beloved any where:
And she as much in love, her means much less
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
Being held a foe, he may not have access
And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:
But to his foe supposed he must complain,
Alike betwitched by the charm of looks,
Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,
Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,
With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.
That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,
And young affection gapes to be his heir;
Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
TYBALT This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
ROMEO O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
Servant I know not, sir.
enrich the hand Of yonder knight?
ROMEO [To a Servingman] What lady is that, which doth
His son was but a ward two years ago.
Second Capulet 'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir;
Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.
Come pentecost as quickly as it will,
'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,
CAPULET What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much:
Second Capulet By'r lady, thirty years.
How long is't now since last yourself and I Were in a mask?
For you and I are past our dancing days:
Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;
Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.
And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
Music plays, and they dance
More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,
A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.
You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play.
Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone:
A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
That I have worn a visor and could tell
Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day
She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?
Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,
Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all
Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you.
CAPULET Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes
brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.
Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers
Second Servant We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be
You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the great chamber.
Ay, boy, ready.
First Servant
Antony, and Potpan!
Second Servant
the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.
me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let
court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save
First Servant Away with the joint-stools, remove the
hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.
Second Servant When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's
First Servant Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!
SCENE V. A hall in Capulet's house.
Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkins
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed:
Nurse Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
JULIET And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'
Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;
'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face?
A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone; A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly:
And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow
To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'
Nurse Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,
LADY CAPULET Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.
And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'
I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he;
I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,
To see, now, how a jest shall come about!
The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'
Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame,
Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;
'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?
Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow, To bid me trudge: And since that time it is eleven years; For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood, She could have run and waddled all about;
Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,
Nay, I do bear a brain:--but, as I said, When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple
My lord and you were then at Mantua:--
My lord and you were then at Mantua:--
Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;
For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,
And she was wean'd,--I never shall forget it,--
'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;
On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;
Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;
Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!--
Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.
Nurse Even or odd, of all days in the year,
LADY CAPULET A fortnight and odd days.
She is not fourteen. How long is it now To Lammas-tide?
And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four--
Nurse I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,--
LADY CAPULET She's not fourteen.
Nurse Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.
I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.
We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again;
LADY CAPULET This is the matter:--Nurse, give leave awhile,
JULIET Madam, I am here. What is your will?
Nurse Your mother.
Enter JULIET
JULIET How now! who calls?
God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!
I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!
Nurse Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,
LADY CAPULET Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,! ! ! ! ! ! !
One desperate grief cures with another's languish:
Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,
BENVOLIO Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,
Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO
person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time.
writ, and can never find what names the writing
sent to find those persons whose names are here
is pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am
yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with
written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his
Find them out whose names are written here! It is
Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS
Servant
My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
Whose names are written there, and to them say,
Through fair Verona; find those persons out
Go, sirrah, trudge about
Come, go with me.
To Servant, giving a paper
May stand in number, though in reckoning none,
Which on more view, of many mine being one
Which on more view, of many mine being one
And like her most whose merit most shall be:
Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,
Of limping winter treads, even such delight Among fresh female buds shall you this night
At my poor house look to behold this night
One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
Such as I love; and you, among the store,
Whereto I have invited many a guest,
This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,
Lies my consent and fair according voice.
An she agree, within her scope of choice
My will to her consent is but a part;
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,
She is the hopeful lady of my earth:
The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,
CAPULET And too soon marr'd are those so early made.
PARIS Younger than she are happy mothers made.
Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.
Let two more summers wither in their pride,
She hath not seen the change of fourteen years,
My child is yet a stranger in the world;
CAPULET But saying o'er what I have said before:
And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long. But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
PARIS Of honourable reckoning are you both;
PARIS Of honourable reckoning are you both;
For men so old as we to keep the peace.
In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,
CAPULET But Montague is bound as well as I,
Sunday, November 7, 2010
SAMPSON If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.
ABRAHAM Quarrel sir! no, sir.
GREGORY Do you quarrel, sir?
SAMPSON No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir.
GREGORY No.
GREGORY No.
SAMPSON [Aside to GREGORY] Is the law of our side, if I say ay?
ABRAHAM Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
ABRAHAM Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
SAMPSON Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR
GREGORY I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list.
SAMPSON Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.
GREGORY No, marry; I fear thee!
SAMPSON Fear me not.
GREGORY How! turn thy back and run?
SAMPSON My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.
GREGORY 'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes two of the house of the Montagues.
SAMPSON Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.
GREGORY They must take it in sense that feel it.
SAMPSON Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt.
GREGORY The heads of the maids?
SAMPSON True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall.
GREGORY That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall.
SAMPSON A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.
GREGORY To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.
SAMPSON A dog of the house of Montague moves me.
GREGORY But thou art not quickly moved to strike.
SAMPSON I strike quickly, being moved.
GREGORY Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.
SAMPSON I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.
GREGORY No, for then we should be colliers.
SAMPSON Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.
GREGORY
SCENE I. Verona. A public place.
Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
The which if you with patient ears attend,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
