Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, O, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing: What of that? I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven Jul. Ah me! Rom. She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel? for thou art Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name: Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? [Aside. Jul. Tis but thy name, that is my enemy;Thou art thyself though, not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name that which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owest, Without that title:-Romeo, doff thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself. Rom. I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd in night, So stumblest on my counsel ? Rom. By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Had I it written, I would tear the word. Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound; Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague ? Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Jul. 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. Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love ont: Jul. I would not for the world, they saw thee here. Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; And, but thou love me, let them find me here: My life were better ended by their hate, Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to inquire; He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far As that vast shore wash'd with the furthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandize. Jul, Thou know'st, the mask of night is on my face; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, Rom. Lady, by yonder bless'd moon I swear, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Jul. Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Rom. If my heart's dear love Jul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet I would it were to give again. Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what pur pose, love? Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite. [Nurse calls within. I hear some noise within; Dear love, adieu! Anon, good nurse!-Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little, I will come again. Rom. O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard, Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. Re-enter JULIET, above. [Exit. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed. If that thy bent of love be honourable, Jul. I come, anon:-But if thou mean'st not well, I do beseech thee, Nurse. [Within.] Madam. Jul. By and by, I come : Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief :] place? To-morrow will I send. A votary to the moon, to Diana. Owns, possesses. Hindrance. Free. Jul. Romeo! Rom. My sweet! Jul. At what o'clock to-morrow Shall I send to thee? Rom. At the hour of nine. Jul. I will not fail; 'tis twenty years till then. 1 have forgot why I did call thee back. Rom. 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, Forgetting any other home but this. Jul. Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Rom. I would, I were thy bird. Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. That I shall say-good night, till it be morrow. [Exit. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy Now ere the sun advance his burning eye, Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart, The male of the goshawk. t Chance, fortune. The sun. Enter ROMEO. Rom. Good morrow, father! Fri. Benedicite! What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?- Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. I bear no hatred, blessed man; for, lo, Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; Women may fall, when there's no strength in men. To lay one in, another out to have. Rom. I pray thee, chide not: she, whom I love Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO. Mer. Where the devil should this Romeo be?Came he not home to-night? Ben. Not to his father's; I spoke with his man Mer. Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline, Torments him so, that he will sure run mad, Ben. Romeo will answer it. Mer. Any man, that can write, may answer & letter. • i. e. It is of the utmost consequence for me, tó be hasty. Ben. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he dares, being dared. Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead; stabb'd with a white wench's black eye; shot tho rough the ear with a love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft* : And is he a man to encounter Tybalt? Ben. Why, what is Tybalt? Mer. More than prince of cats t, I can tell you. O, he is the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song 1, keeps tinie, distance, and proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the very first house,-of the first and second cause: Ah, the immortal passado! The punto reverso! The hay ! Ben. The what? Mer. The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents!-By Jesu, a very good blade!-A very tall man!-A very good whore!-Why, is not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these pardonnez-moys, who stand so much on the new form, that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench? O, their bons, their bons |! Enter ROMEO. Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo. Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring:-0 flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified-Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flow'd in: Laura, to his lady, was but a kitchen-wench;-Marry, she had a better love to be-rhymer her: Dido, a dowdy; Cleopatra, a gipsy; Helen and Hero, hildings and harlots; Thisbe, a grey eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior Romeo, bon jour! There's a French salutation to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night. Rom. Good-morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you? Mer. The slip, Sir, the slip **; Can you not con ceive? Rom. Why, then is my pumpt well flower'd. Mer. Well said: follow me this jest now, till thou hast worn out thy pump; that, when the single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain, after the wearing, solely singular. Rom. O single-soled ‡‡ jest, solely singular for the singleness! Mcr. Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits fail. Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match. Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chace 55, I have done; for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of thy wits, than, I am sure, I have in my whole five: was I with you there for the goose? Rom. Thou wast never with me for any thing, when thou wast not there for the goose. Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce. Rom. And is it not well served in to a sweet goose? Mer. O, here's a wit of cheverel, that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad! • Arrow. Rom. I stretch it out for that word-broad: which added to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose. Mer. Why, is not this better now than groaning for love! Now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: for this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down, to hide his banble in a hole. Ben. Stop there, stop there. Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair. Ben. Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large. Mer. O, thou art deceived, I would have made it short: for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer. Rom. Here's goodly geer! Enter NURSE and PETER. Peter. Anon? Nurse. My fan, Peter. Mer. Pr'ythee, do, good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the fairer of the two. Nurse. God ye good morrow, gentlemen. Mer. 'Tis no less, I tell you; for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick t of noon. Nurse. Out upon you! what a man are you? Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made himself to mar. Nurse. By ny troth, it is well said ;-For himself to mar, quoth'a?-Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo? Rom. I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when you have found him, than he was when you sought him: I am the youngest of that name, for 'fault of a worse. Nurse. You say well. Mer. Yea, is the worst well? Very well took, i' faith; wisely, wisely. Nurse. If you be he, Sir, I desire some confidence with you. Ben. She will indite him to some supper. Mer. No hare, Sir; unless a hare, Sir, in a lenten pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent. Rom. I will follow you. Mer. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, lady, lady. [Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio. Nurse. Marry farewell!-1 pray you, what saucy merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk; and will speak more in a minute, than he will stand to in a month. Nurse. An 'a speak any thing against me, I'll take him down an 'a were instier than he is, and twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt gills; I am none of his skains-matest:-And thou must stand by too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure? Pet. I saw no man use you at his pleasure; if I had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on See the story of Reynard the Fox. my side. By notes pricked down. In ridicule of Frenchified coxcombs. A pun on counterfeit money, called slips. 46A horse-race in any direction the leader chooses An apple. to take. Soft stretching leather Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vex'd, that It was the custom for servants to carry the lady's fan. + Good even. Point. Hoary, mouldy. A term of disrespect in contradistinction to gentleman. .. Roguery, ++ A mate or companion of one wearing a skain; a short sword. every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave!Pray you, Sir, a word: and as I told you, my young ady bade me inquire you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself: but first let me tell ye, If ye should lead her into a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they say: for the gentlewoman is young; and therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly, it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing. Rom. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto thee, Nurse. Good heart! and, i' faith, I will tell her as much lord, lord, she will be a joyful woman. Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me. Nurse. I will tell her, Sir,-that you do protest; which, as i take it, is a gentlemanlike offer. Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to shrift This afternoon; And there she shall at friar's Laurence' cell Be shrived, and married. Here is for thy pains. Nurse. This afternoon, Sir? Well, she shall be there. Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey- Within this hour my man shall be with thee; Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse? Nurse. Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say Two may keep counsel, putting one away? Nurse. Well, Sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady-Lord, lord!-when 'twas a little prating thing,-O-there's a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard; but she, good l, had as lieve see a toad, a very toad, as see . I anger her sometimes, and tell her that Paris the properer man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the varsal world. Doth not rosemary aud Romeo begin both with a letter? Rom. Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R. Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name. R. is for the dog. No; I know it begins with some other letter: and she hath the prettiest sententious of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it. Rom. Commend me to thy lady. Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and go before. Exit. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-Capulet's Garden. Enter JULIET. Enter NURSE and PETER. Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; Nurse. I am aweary, give me leave a while;- news: Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good nurse, speak. Nurse. Jesu! What haste? Can you not stay awhile? Do you not see, that I am out of breath? Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast To say to me-that thou art out of breath? Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to choose a man: Romeo, no, not he; though his face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body,-though they be not to be talk'd on, yet they are past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy, but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb.-Go thy ways, wench; serve God.-What, have you dined at home? Jul. No, no: but all this did I know before; It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. Nurse. Your love says like an honest gentleman, Jul. Where is my mother?-why, she is within; Nurse. O, God's lady dear! Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow; Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence' There stays a husband to make you a wife : Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send the Hie you to church; I must another way, nurse; In half an hour she promised to return. Of this day's journey; and from nine till twelve My words would bandy § her to my sweet love, But old folks, many feign as they were dead; • Confession. The highest extremity of the mast of a ship. Drive her, as a ball struck with a bandy; i. e. a ball or battledore. To fetch a ladder, by the which your love SCENE VI.-Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO. Rom. Amen, amen! But come what sorrow can, Fri. These violent delights have violent ends, that shall make you dance. 'Zounds, consort! Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men; Either withdraw into some private place, Which, as they kiss, consume: the sweetest honey | nothing but discords : here's my fiddlestick ; here's Here comes the lady :-0, so light a foot Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor. Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks too Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Jul. Conceit‡, more rich in matter than in words, Fri. Come, come with me, and we will make For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, ACT IIL SCENE 1.-A Public Place. Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants. Ben. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire; The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, And, it we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl; For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows, that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says, God send me no need of thee! and, by the operation of the second cup, draws it on the drawer, when, indeed, there is no need. Ben. Am I like such a fellow? Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy; and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved. Ben. And what to? Mer. Nay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thon! why thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes; what eye, but such an eye, would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of meat; and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg, for quarrelling. Thou hast quarrell'd with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath waken'd thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with another, for tieing his new shoes with old ribband? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quar. relling! Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quaiter. Mer. The fee-simple? O simple! Enter TY BALT, and others. Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets. Or reason coldly of your grievances, Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze; I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. Enter ROMEO. Tyb. Well, peace be with you, Sir; here comes my man. Mer. But I'll be hang'd, Sir, if he wear your Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; To such a greeting :-Villain am I none; Mer. Ŏ calm, dishonourable, vile submission ! Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? Tyb. I am for you. [Drawing. Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. They fight. Beat down their weapons:-Gentlemen, for shame Mer. I am hurt : A plague o' both the houses!-I am sped :- enough. Where is my page ?-Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve; ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am pepper'd, I warrant, for this world:A plague o' both your houses!-'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! A braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic!-Why, the devil, came you between us? I was hurt under your arm. Rom. I thought all for the best. Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio, I have it, and soundly too :-Your houses! [Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them.-Thy beauty hath made me effeminate, Mer. And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something; make it a word and a blow, Tyb. You will find me apt enough to that, Sir, if you will give me occasion. Mer. Could you not take some occasion without giving? Tyb. Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo,Mer. Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear The long white filament which flies in the air. And in my temper soften'd valour's steel. Re-enter BENVOLIO. Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead; This but begins the woe, others must end. • The Italian term for a thrust or stab with a ra ↑ Case or scabbid. rier. 1 |