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ROMEO AND JULIET.
Escalus, prince of Verona.
| An Apothecary. Paris, a young nobleman, kinsman to the prince. Three Musicians. Montague, heads of two houses, at variance with Chorus. Boy. Capulet, 3 each other.
Page to Paris.
Peter. An Officer.
Lady Capulet, wife to Capulet.
Nurse to Juliet.
Citizens of Verona; several Men and Women, Friar John, of the same order.
relations to both houses; Maskers, Guards, Balthazar, servant to Romeo.
Watchmen, and Attendants.
Scene, during the greater part of the play, in VeAbram, servant to Montague.
rona: once, in the fifth act, at Mantua.
stand : I will take the wall of any man or maid of
Montague's. T'wo households, both alike in dignity,
Gre. That shows thee a weak slave; for the In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, weakest goes to the wall. From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Sam. True; and therefore women, being the Where civil
blood makes civil hands unclean. weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall :From forth the fatal loins of these two foes therefore I will push Montague's men from the
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; wall, and thrust his maids to the wall.
Gre. The quarrel is between our masters, and us
And the continuance of their parents' rage, when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel Which, but their children's end, nought could re- with the maids ; I will cut off their heads. move,
Gre. The heads of the maids ? Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maid. The which if you with patient ears attend, enheads;
take it in what sense thou wilt. What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend. Gre. They must take it in sense, that feel it.
Sam. Me they shall feel, while I am able to stand : and, 'tis known, I am a pretty piece of flesh.
Gre. 'Tis well, thou art not fish; if thou hadst, ACT I.
thou hadst been poor John.2 Draw thy tool ; here
comes two of the house of the Montagues.3 SCENE I.-A public place. Enter Sampson
Enter Abram and Balthazar. and Gregory, armed with swords and bucklers.
Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will
Gre. How? turn thy back, and run?
Gre. No, marry: I fear thee!
Gre. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of begin. the collar:
Gre. I will frown, as I pass by; and let them Sam. I strike quickly, being moved.
take it as they list. Gre. But thou art not quickly moved to strike. Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves me. at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they
Gre. To move, is--to stir; and to be valiant, is-bear it.
Sam. I do bite my thumb, sir.
(1) A phrase formerly in use to signify the bear. (2) Poor John is hake, dried and salted. mg injuries.
The disregard of concord is in character.
Sam. Is the law on our side, if I say-ay?
For this time, all the rest depart away: Gre. No.
You, Capulet, shall go along with me; Sam. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you,|| And, Montague, come you this afternoon, sir ; but I bite my thumb, sir.
To know our further pleasure in this case, Gre. Do you quarrel, sir?
To old Free-town, our common judgment-place. Abr. Quarrel, sir ? no, sir.
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. Sam. If you do, sir, I am for you; I serve as (Exe. Prince, and Attendants ; Capulet, Lady good a man as you.
Capulet, Tybalt, Citizens, and Servants. Abr. No better.
Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Sam. Well, sir.
Speak, nephew, were you by, wben it began?
Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary, Enter Benvolio, at a distance.
And yours, close fighting ere I did approach: Gre. Say—better; here comes one of my mas- I drew to part them; in the instant came ter's kinsmen.
The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar'd; Sam. Yes, better, sir.
Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, Abr. You lie.
He swung about his head, and cut the winds, Sam. Draw, if you be men.-Gregory, remem-Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scorn: ber thy swashing blow.
[T'hey fight. While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, Ben. Part, fools ; put up your swords; you know Came more and more, and fought on part and part, not what you do. (Beats down their swords. Till the prince came, who parted either part.
La. Non. O, where is Romeo ?-saw you him Enter Tybalt.
to-day? Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heart-Right glad I am, he was not at this fray. less hinds ?
Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death. Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
Ben. I do but keep the peace; put up thy sword, || A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad Or manage it to part these men with me. Where,-underneath the grove of syeamore, Tyb. What, drawn and talk of peace? I hate That westward rooteth from the city's side,the word,
So early walking did I see your son : As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee : Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me, Have at thee, coward.
[They fight. || And stole into the covert of the wood : Enter several Partizans of both houses, who join | That most are busied when they are most alone,
1, measuring his affections by my own,the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs.
Pursu'd my humour, not pursuing his, i Cit. Clubs, bills, and partizans ! strike! beat || And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me. them down !
Mon. Many a morning hath be there been seen, Down with the Capulets ! down with the Monta- || With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew,
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs : Enter Capulet, in his gown ; and Lady Capulet. Should in the furthest east begin to draw
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun Cap. What noise is this ?--Give me my long || The shady curtains from Aurora's bed, sword, ho!
Away from light steals home my heavy son, La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for And private in his chamber pens himself; a sword?
Shuts up his windows, locks fair day-light out, Cap. My sword, I say !-Old Montague is come, || And makes himself an artificial night : And Hourishes his blade in spite of me.
Black and portentous must this humour prore,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.
Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause? Mon. Thou villain Capulet,-Hold me not, let Mon. I neither know it, nor can leam of him.
Ben. Have you impórtun'd him by any means? La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek Mon. Both by myself, and many other friends :
But he, his own affections' counsellor,
Is to himself—I will not say, how true-
But to himself so secret and so close,
Enter Romeo, at a distance. Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
Ben. See, where he comes : So please you, step By thee, old Capulet and Montague,
aside; Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets ; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. And made Verona's ancient citizens
Mon. I would, thou wert so happy by thy stay, Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, To hear true shrift.-Come, madam, let's away To wield old partizans, in hands as old,
(Ereunt Montague and Lady. Cankerd with peace, to part your canker'd hate : Ben. Good morrow, cousin. If ever you disturb our streets again,
Is the day so young? Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
Ben. But new struck nine.
Ah me! sad hours seem long. (1) Clubs ! was the usual exclamation at an affray in the streets, as we now call Watch!
(2) Angry (3) Appeared.
Was that my father that went hence so fast? To merit bliss by making me despair : Ben. It was :-What sadness lengthens Ro-She hath forsworn to love; and, in that vow, meo's hours ?
Do I live dead, that live to tell it now. Rom. Not having that, which having, makes Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her. them short.
Rom. O, teach me how I should forget to think. Ben. In love?
Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Rom. Out
Examine other beauties. Ben. Of love?
'Tis the way Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love. To call hers, exquisite, in question more:
Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, These happy masks, that kiss fair ladies' brows, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! Being black, put us in mind they hide the fair ;
Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, He, that is strucken blind, cannot forget Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! The precious treasure of his eyesight lost : Where shall we dine?-O me!-What fray was Show me a mistress that is passing fair, here?
What doth her beauty serve, but as a note Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Where I may read, who pass'd that passing fair? Here's much to do with bate, but more with love :-|Farewell; thou canst not teach me to forget. Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. O any thing, of nothing first create !
[Exeunt. O heavy lightness ! serious vanity! Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms !
SCENE II.-A street. Enter Capulet, Paris, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health;
and Servant. Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is ! Cap. And Montague is bound as well as I, This love feel I, that feel no love in this. In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think, Dost thou not laugh?
For men so old as we to keep the peace. Ben.
No, coz, I rather weep. Par. Of honourable reckoning3 are you both; Rom. Good heart, at what?
And pity 'tis, you liv'd at odds so long. Ben. At thy good heart's oppression. But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
Rom. Why, such is love's transgression. Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before : Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; My child is yet a stranger in the world, Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest She hath not seen the change of fourteen years ; With more of thine : this love, that thou hast shown, Let two more summers wither in their pride, Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made. Being purg?d, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Cap. And too soon marr'd are those so early made. Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears : The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, What is it else? a madness most discreet, She is the hopeful lady of my earth: A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, Farewell, my coz.
(Going. My will to her consent is but a part; Ben.
Soft, I will go along; An she agree, within her scope of choice
Rom. Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here ; | This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,
Ben. Tell me in sadness,' who she is you love. Such as I love; and you, among the store,
more. But sadly tell me, who.
At my poor house, look to behold this night Rom. "Bid a sick man in sadness make his will : Earth-treading stars, that make dark heaven light: Ah, word ill urg'd to one that is so ill ! Such comfort, as do lusty young men feel In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
When well-apparell's April on the heel Ben. I aim'd so near, when I suppos'd you lov'd. Of limping winter treads, even such delight Rom. A right good marksman And she's fair Among fresh female buds shall you this night I love.
Inherit4 at my house; hear all, all see, Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. And like her most, whose merit most shall be:
Rom. Well, in that hit, you miss: she'll not be hit Such, amongst view of many, mine, being one, With Cupid's arrow, she hath Dian's wit; May stand in number, though in reckonings none. And, in strong proof of chastity well armid, Come, go with me;-Go, sirrah, trudge about From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm’d. || Through fair Verona; find those persons out, She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Whose names are written there, (Gives a paper.] Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
and to them say, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold : My house and welcome on their pleasures stay. O, she is rich in beauty; only poor,
(Exeunt Capulet and Paris. That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. Serv. Find them out, whose names are written Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still here? It is written--that the shoemaker should live chaste?
meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his waste;
nets; but I am sent to find those persons, whose For beauty, starv'd with her severity,
names are here writ, and can never find what Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
names the writing person hath here writ. I must She is too fair, too wise ; wisely too fair, to the learned :-In good time. (1) In seriousness.
(4) To inherit, in the language of Shakspeare, is (2) 2. e. What end does it answer.
to possess. (3) Account, estimation.
Enter Benvolio and Romeo.
SCENE III.- A room in Capulet's house. Ex
ter Lady Capulet and Nurse. Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's burning,
La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her
forth to me. One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; Nurse. Now, by my maiden-head, at twelve
One desperate grief cures with another's languish: year old, Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
I bade her come.—What, lamb! what, lady. And the rank poison of the old will die.
bird Rom. Your plantain leaf is excellent for that.
God forbid !-where's this girl? --what, Juliet! Ben. For what, I pray thee?
Jul. How now, who calls ?
Your mother. Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a mad
Madam, I am here. man is :
What is your will ? Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
La. Cap. This is the matter :-Nurse, give leave Whipp'd, and tormented, and-Good-e'en, good
a while, fellow.
We must talk in secret.—Nurse, come back again; Serv. God gi' good e'en.— I pray, sir, can you I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our counsel. read?
Thou know'st, my daughter's of a pretty age. Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery: Nurse. 'Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour. Serv. Perhaps you have learn'd it without book :
La. Cap. She's not fourteen. But I pray, can you read any thing you see?
Nurse. Rom. Ay, if I know the letters, and the language. And yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four,
I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, Serv. Ye say honestly; Rest you merry! She is not fourteen : How long is it now Rom. Stay, fellow; 1 can read.
(Reads. To Lammas-tide? Signior Martino, and his wife, and daughters ;
A fortnight, and odd days. County Anselme, and his beauteous sisters; The
Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year, lady widow of Vitruvio ; Signior Placentio, and Come Lammas-eve at night, shall she be fourteen. his lovely nieces; Mercutic, and his brother Val- || Susan and she,-God rest all Christian souls entine : Mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daugh-Were of an age.--Well, Susan is with God; ters; My fair niece Rosaline; Livia ; Signior She was too good for me : But, as I said, Valentio, and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, and the On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen : lively Helena.
That shall she, marry; I remember it well.
l'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years ; A fair assembly; [Gives back the note.] Whither || And she was wean'd,--I never shall forget it,should they come?
Of all the days of the year, upon that day : Serv. Up.
For I had then laid wormwood to my dug, Roth. Whither?
Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall, Serv. To supper; to our house.
My lord and you were then at Mantua :Rom. Whose house?
Nay, I do bear a brain :5--but, as I said, Serv. My master's.
When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple Rom. Indeed, I should have asked you that be- of my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool! fore.
To see it fetchy, and fall out with the dog. Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking: My || Shake, quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow, master is the great rich Capulet ; and if you be not to bid me trudge. of the house of Montagues, I pray, come and crush || And since that time it is eleven years : a cup of wine.' Rest you merry. (Exit
. For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood, Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's She could have run and waddled all about. Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st; For even the day before, she broke her brow : With all the admired beauties of Verona :
And then my husband-God be with his soul ! Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,
'A was a merry man ;-took up the child : Compare her face with some that I shall show,
Yea, quoth he, dost thou fall upon thy face? And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye
Thou will fall backward, when thou hast more wil;
Wilt thou not, Jule? and by my holy-dam, Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires! | The pretty wretch left crying, and said-AY: And these,—who, often drown'd, could never die,- || To see now, how a jest shall come about ! Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars !
I warrant, an I should live a thousand years, One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun
I never should forget it; Will thou not, Jule? Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begun.
quoth he: Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by, || And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said — Ay. Herself pois'd2 with herself in either eye : La. Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy But in those crystal scales, let there be weigh'd
peace. Your lady's love against some other maid
Nurse. Yes, madam; Yet I cannot choose but That I will show you, shining at this feast,
laugh, And she shall scant3 show well, that now shows To think it should leave crying, and say-Ay: best.
And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,
A bump as big as a young cockrel's stone; But to rejoice in splendour of mine own. (Exeunt.
(5) i.e. I have a perfect remembrance or recot (1) We still say in cant language-to crack a lection. bottle.
(6) The cross. (2) Weighed. (3) Scarce, hardly.
(7) Holy dame, i. e. the blessed Virgin. (4) To my sorrow.
(8) It stopped crying.
A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly.
SCENE IV-A street. Enter Romeo, MercuYea, quoth my husband, fall'st upon thy face? tio, Benvolio, with five or siz Maskers, TorchThou will fall backward, when thou com'st to bearers, and others. Wilt thou not, Jule? it stinted, and said-Ay.
Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our
excuse? Jul. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say
I. Nurse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee to
Or shall we on without apology? his grace!
Ben. The date is out of such prolixity:5 Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd;
We'll have no Cupid hood-wink'd with a scarf, An I might live to see thee married once,
Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, I have my wish.
Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper ;6 La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme
Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke I came to talk of : -Tell me, daughter Juliet
After the prompter, for our entrance : How stands your disposition to be married !
But, let them measure us by what they will, Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of.
We'll measure them a measure, and be gone. Nurse. An honour! were not I thine only nurse,
Rom. Give me a torch, 8—I am not for this am I d say, thou hadst suck' wisdom from thy teat.
bling; La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now; younger | Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
dance. Are made already mothers : by my count,
Rom. Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes,
With nimble soles : I have a soul of lead,
So stakes me to the ground, I cannot move.
Mer. You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man,
And soar with them above a common bound. As all the world—Why, he's a man of wax.2
Rom. I am too sore enpierced with his shaft, La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a To soar with his light feathers; and so bound, flower.
I cannot bound a pitch above dull wo: Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very
Under love's heavy burden do I sink. flower.
Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden love; La. Cap. What say you? can you love the gen
Too great oppression for a tender thing. tleman ?
Rom. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, This night you shall behold him at our feast :
Too rude, too boist'rous; and it pricks like thorn. Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,
Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough with And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;
love; Examine every married lineament,
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.And see how one another lends content;
Give me a case to put my visage in : And what obscur'd in this fair volume lies,
(Putting on a mask Find written in the margin of his eyes.3
A visor for a visor!-what care I, This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
What curious eye doth quote deformities? To beautify him, only lacks a cover :
Here are the beetle-brows, shall blush for me. The fish lives in the sea ;4 and 'tis much pride,
Ben. Come, knock, and enter; and no sooner in, For fair without the fair within to hide :
But every man betake him to his legs. That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart, That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;
Tickle the senseless rushes10 with their heels; So shall you share all that he doth possess,
For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase, By having him, making yourself no less.
I'll be a candle-holder, and look on Nurse. No less? nay, bigger; women grow by || The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.!!
Mer. Tut! dun's the mouse, the constable's own
word: La. Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris'||Ir thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
love? Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move :
of this (save reverence) love, wherein thou stick'st Bat no more deep will I endart mine eye,
Up to the ears.—Come, we burn day-light, ho. Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
Rom. Nay, that's not so.
I mean, sir, in delay
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper served Take our good meaning ; for our judgment sits up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse Five times in that, ere once in our five wits. cursed in the pantry, and every thing in extremity.
Rom. And we mean well, in going to this mask; I must hence to wait, I beseech you, follow straightBut 'tis no wit to go.
Mer. La. Cap. We follow thee. -Juliet, the county
Why, may one ask?
Rom. I dreamt a dream to-night. stays.
And so did .. Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
Rom. Well, what was yours?
That dreamers often lie. (1) Favour. (2) Well made, as if he had been modelled in wax. (7) A dance.
(3) The comments on ancient books were al- (8) A torch-bearer was a constant appendage to ways printed in the margin.
every troop of maskers. (4) i. e. Is not yet caught, whose skin was want- (9) Observe. ed to bind him.
(10) It was anciently the custom to strew rooms (5) i. e. Long speeches are out of fashion. with rushes. (6) A scare-crow, a figure made up to frighten (11) This is equivalent to phrases in common
use--I am done, for, it is over with me.