The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare

1 Cap.

He shall be endured;

Rom.

Is she a Capulet?

What, goodman boy!-I say, he shall;-Go O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.

to;

Am I the master here, or you? go to. [soul-
You'll not endure him!-God shall mend my
You'll make a mutiny among my guests!
You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!
Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.
1 Cap.

Go to, go to,
You are a saucy boy:-Is't so, indeed?-
This trick may chance to scath* you ;-I know

what.

You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time-
Well said, my hearts:-You are a princox+;
go:-
[shame!
Be quiet, or-More light, more light, for
I'll make you quiet; What!-Cheerly, my
hearts.
[meeting,

Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.

I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall,
Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.

[Exit.
Rom. If I profane with my unworthy hand
[To JULIET.
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this,--
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender
kiss.
[too much,
Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do
touch,

Ben. Away, begone; the sport is at the

best.

Rom. Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
1 Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be
gone;

We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.-
Is it e'en so? Why, then I thank you all;
I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night;-
More torches here?-Come on, then let's to
bed.

Ah, sirrah, [To 2 Cap.] by my fay §, it waxes
late;

I'll to my rest.

[Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse. Jul. Come hither, nurse: What is yon gentleman?

Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio. Jul. What's he, that now is going out of door? [truchio. Nurse. Marry, that, I think, be young PeJul. What's he, that follows there, that would Nurse. I know not. [not dance? Jul. Go, ask his name:-if he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding bed. Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague;

The only son of your great enemy.

[hate!
Jul. My only love sprung from my only
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.
Nurse. What's this? what's this?
Jul.

A. rhyme I learn'd even now

And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers | Of one I danced withal. too? [prayer. Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in Rom. O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; [despair. They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. [effect I take. Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. {Kissing her. Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they [urged! Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly Give me my sin again. Jul. You kiss by the book. Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word Rom. What is her mother? [with you. Nurse. Marry, bachelor, Her mother is the lady of the house, And a good lady, and a wise, and virtuous: I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal; I tell you, he, that can lay hold of her, Shall have the chinks.

[One calls within, JULIET.
Nurse.
Anon, anon:-
Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.
[Exeunt.
Enter CHORUS.

Now old Desire doth in his death-bed lie,
And young Affection gapes to be his heir;
That fair, which love groan'd for, and would
die,

have took.

With tender Juliet match'd is now not fair, Now Romeo is beloved, and loves again, Alike bewitched by the charm of looks; But to his foe supposed he must complain, And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:

Being held a foe, he may not have acceɛs

To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
And she as much in love, her means much less
To meet her new-beloved any where:

But passion lends them power, time means to
meet,
Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet.

[Exit.

Do you an injury.

+ A coxcomb.

A collation of fruit, wine, &c.

§ Faith

4 N 3

ACT II.

SCENE I. An open Place, adjoining Capu- | But, soft! what light through yonder window

let's Garden.

Enter ROMEO.

Rom. Can I go forward, when my heart is here?

Turn back, dull earth*, and find thy centre out. [He climbs the Wall, and leaps down within it.

Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO.
Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romeo!
Mer.
He is wise;
And, on my life, hath stolen him home to bed.
Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard
Call, good Mercutio.
[wall:
Mer.
Nay, I'll conjure too.-
Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!
Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh,
Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;
Cry but-Ah me! couple but-love and dove;
Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
One nick-name for her purblind son and heir,
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,
When king Cophetua loved the beggar-
maid t.-

He heareth not, stirreth not, he moveth not;
The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.-
I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip,
By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering
thigh,

And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
That in thy likeness thon appear to ns.

[him

Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Mer. This cannot anger him: 'twould anger To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle Of some strange nature, letting it there stand Till she had laid it, and conjured it down; That were some spite: my invocation Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name, I conjure only but to raise up him. [trees, Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those To be consorted with the humorous night: Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.

Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the Now will he sit under a medlar tree, [mark. And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, As maids call medlars, when they laugh

alone.

Romeo, good night;-I'll to my truckle-bed;
This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:
Come, shall we go?
Ben.
Go, then; for 'tis in vain
To seek him here, that means not to be found.
[Exeunt.

SCENE II. Capulet's Garden.

Enter ROMEO.

Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a

wound.

[JULIET appears above, at a Window.

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!-[breaks!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid ||, since she is envious:
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.-
It is my lady: O, it is my love:
O, that she knew she were !-
[that!
She speaks, yet she says nothing: What of
Her eye discourses, I will answer it.-
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head!
The brightness of her cheek would shame
those stars,

As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright,
That birds would sing, and think it were not
night.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

Jul. Rom.

Ah me!

She speaks:

O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes
Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him.
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds,
And sails upon the bosom of the air. [Romeo?

Jul. O, Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou
Deny thy father, and refuse thy name:
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

(Aside.

Jul. 'Tis but thy name that is my euemy; 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 owes, 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; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

Jul. What man art thou that, thus be screen'd in night,

So stumblest on my counsel ?

Rom.

I know not how to tell thee who I am:

⚫i.e., Himself. + Alluding to the old ballad of the king and the beggar.
in Shakspeare's time, was used as an expression of tenderness.
A votary to the moon, to Diana. ¶ Owns, possesses.

By a name

+ This phrase,

Humid, moist. ** Do off.

words

My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee; Had I it written, I would tear the word. Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred [sound; Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the Art thou not Romeo and a Montague? Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. [wherefore? Jul. How camest thou hither, tell me? and The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; And the place death, considering who thou If any of my kinsmen find thee here. [art, Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er perch these walls;

For stony limits cannot hold love out:
And what love can do that dares love attempt,
Therefore thy kinsmen are no let* to me. [thee.
Jul. If they do see thee they will murder,
Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine
eye
[sweet

Than twenty of their swords; look thou but
And I am proof against their enmity. [here.
Jul. I would not for the world they saw thee
Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from
their sight;
[here:
And, but thou love me, let them find me
My life were better ended by their hate,
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out
this place?
inquire;
Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to
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 merchandise. [face,
Jul. Thou know'st the mask of night is on my
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek,
For that which thou hast heard ine speak to-
night,

Fain would I dwell on form-fain, fain deny
What I have spoke. But farewell compliment!
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say-Ay;
And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st,
Thou may'st prove false; at lover's perjuries,
They say, Jove laughs. O, gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love pronounce it faithfully:
Or, if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo; but else not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; [light:
And therefore thou may'st think my haviour †
But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
Than those that have more cunning to be
stranges.
[fess,
I should have been more strange, I must con-
. But that thou overheard'st, ere I was 'ware,
My true love's passion: therefore pardon me;
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered.
Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I

swear,

That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops, Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon

That monthly changes in her circled orb,

• Hinderance. Il Free.

Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Rom. What shall I swear by?
Jul.

Do not swear at all;
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee.
Rom.
If my heart's dear love-
Jul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in
I have no joy of this contract to-night: [thee,
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say-It lighteus. Sweet, good
night!

This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we [rest

meet.

Good night! good night! as sweet repose and Come to thy heart, as that within my breast! Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?

Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. [quest it. Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst reAnd yet I would it were to give again. Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? [again. Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee 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. [Exit.
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.

Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good

night, indeed.

If that thy bent ¶ of love be honourable, [row.
Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-mor-
By one that I'll procure to come to thee, [rite;
Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay,
And follow thee, my lord, throughout the
Nurse. [Within.] Madam. [world:
Jul. I come anon:-But if thou mean'st not
I do beseech thee,-
[well,

Nurse. [Within.] Madam.
Jul.

By and by I come:
To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:
To-morrow will I send.
Rem.
So thrive my scul,-
Jul. A thousand times good night! [Exit.
Rom. A thousand times the worse to want
thy light.-
[their books;
Love goes toward love as school-boys from
But love from love, toward school with heavy
looks.
[Retiring slowly.
Re-enter JULIET, above.
Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!-O, for a falconer's
To lure this tassel-gentie ** back again! [voice,
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;

Rom.
At the hour of nine.
Jul. I will not fail; 'tis twenty years till
I have forgot why I did call thee back. [then.
Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it.
Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand
Rememb'ring how I love thy company. [there,
Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still
Forgetting any other home but this. [forget,
Jul. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee
And yet no further than a wanton's bird; [gone:
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves*,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
So loving jealous of his liberty.

Rom. I would, I were thy bird.
Jul.
Sweet, so would I;
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet

sorrow,

That I shall say-good night, till it be morrow.

For this, being smelt, with that part cheers
each part;

Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
Two such opposed foes encamp them still
In man as well as herbs, grace, and rude will;
And where the worser is predominant,
Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.
Enter ROMEO.

Rom. Good morrow, father!

Fri.
Benedicite!
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?—
Young son, it argues a distemper'd head,
So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
But where unbruised youth with unstuffed
[reign.
Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth
Therefore thy earliness doth me assure,
Thou art up-roused by some distemp❜rature;
Or if not so, then here I hit it right—
Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.
Rom. That last is true, the sweeter rest was
mine.

brain

fline?

Fri. God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosa-
Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;
I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.
Fri. That's my good son: But where hast
thou been then?

Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.
[Exit.I have been feasting with mine enemy;
Where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me,
That's by me wounded; both our remedies
Within thy help and holy physic lies:
I bear no hatred, blessed man; for, lo,
My intercession likewise steads my foe. [drift;
Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy
Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.
Rom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear

Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace
in thy breast!-
[rest!
"Would I were sleep and peace so sweet to
Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell;
His help to crave, and my dear hapt to tell.
[Exit.

SCENE III. Friar Laurence's Cell.
Enter Friar LAURENCE, with a Basket.
Fri. The grey-eyed morn smiles on the
frowning night,
[light;
Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of
And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels
From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's

wheels:

Now ere the sun advance his burning eye,
The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry,
I must fill up this osier cage of ours,

[ers.

love is set

On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; [bine And all combined, save what thon must comBy holy marriage: when, and where, and how, We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vow, I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, That thou consent to marry us this day. [here! Fri. Holy Saint Francis! what a change is With baieful weeds, and precious juiced flow-Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb; So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies What is her burying grave, that is her womb: Not truly in their hearts but in their eyes. And from her womb children of divers kind Jesu Maria! what a deal of brine We sucking on her natural bos m find; Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! Many for many virtues excellent, How much salt water thrown away in waste, None but for some, and yet all different. To season love, that of it doth not taste! O, mickle is the powerful grace, that lies The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: Thy old groans wring yet in my ancient ears; For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit But to the earth some special good doth give; Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet: Nor aught so good, but strain'd from that fair If e'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline; And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then[men. Women may fall, when there's no strength in Rom.Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline Fri. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. Spotted, streaked.

use,

Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
And vice sometime's by action dignified.
Within the infant rind of this small flower
Poison hath residence, and med'cine power:

* Fetters. † Chance, fortune.

The sun. li Virtue.

Rom. And badest me bury love. Fri. Not in a grave, To lay one in, another out to have. [love now, Rom. I pray thee, chide not: she, whom I Doth grace for grace and love for love allow; The other did not so.

Fri.

O, she knew well, Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell. But come, young waverer, come go with me, In one respect I'll thy assistant be; For this alliance may so happy prove, To turn your households' rancour to pure love. Rom. O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste*.

Fri. Wisely, and slow; they stumble that run fast. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV. A Street.

Enter BENEVOLIO and MERCUTIO. Mer. Where the devil should this Romeo Came he not home to-night? Ben. Not to his father's; I spoke with his [that Rosaline,

man.

[be?

Mer. Ah,that same pale hard-hearted wench, Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. Ben. Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, Hath sent a letter to his father's house. Mer. A challenge, on my life. Ben. Romeo will answer it.

Mer. Any man, that can write, may answer a letter.

Ben. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he dares, being dared.

Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot thorough the ear with a love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's buttshaft: And is he a man to encounter Tybalt? Ben. Why, what is Tybalt?

Mer. More than prince of catst, I can tell you. O, he is the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, 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-moy's, 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 :-O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified! -Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura, to his lady, was but a kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to be-rhyme her: Dido, a dowdy; Cleopatra, a gipsy; Helen and Hero, hildings and harlots; Thisbé, 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 tt; Can you not conceive?

Rom. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and, in such a case as mine, a man may strain courtesy.

Mer. That's as much as to say-such a case as yours constrains a man to bow in the hams. Rom. Meaning-to court'sy.

Mer. Thou hast most kindly hit it.
Rom. A most courteous exposition.
Mer. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
Rom. Pink for flower.

Mer. Right.

Rom. Why,then is my pumpt well flowered. 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!

Mer. 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 chase, 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. Rom. Nay, good goose, bite not. 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!

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 * i. e., It is of the utmost consequence for me to be hasty. + Arrow. See the story of Reynard the fox. By notes pricked down. ¶ In Terms of the fencing school. ridicule of frenchified coxcombs. ** Trowsers or pantaloons, a French fashion in ShakA pun on counterfeit money called slips. tt Shoe. 99 Slight, thin. A horse race in any direction the leader chooses to take. ¶¶ An apple.

speare's time.

stretching leather.

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