* Enter ROMEO and JULIET aloft.
1 Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
2 It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
3 That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
4 Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:
5 Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
6 It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
7 No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks
8 Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east.
9 Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
10 Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
11 I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
12 Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I:
13 It is some meteor that the sun exhal'd,
14 To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
15 And light thee on thy way to Mantua.
16 Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone.
17 Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;
18 I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
19 I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,
20 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;
21 Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
22 The vaulty heaven so high above our heads.
23 I have more care to stay than will to go:
24 Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
25 How is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day.
26 It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away!
27 It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
28 Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
29 Some say the lark makes sweet division;
30 This doth not so, for she divideth us.
31 Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes,
32 O, now I would they had changed voices too!
33 Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
34 Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day.
35 O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.
36 More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!
39 Your lady mother is coming to your chamber:
40 The day is broke; be wary, look about.
41 Then, window, let day in, and let life out.
42 Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.
[He goeth down.]
43 Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend!
44 I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
45 For in a minute there are many days:
46 O, by this count I shall be much in years
47 Ere I again behold my Romeo!
ROMEO [From below.]
49 I will omit no opportunity
50 That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
51 O think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
52 I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve
53 For sweet discourses in our time to come.
54 O God, I have an ill-divining soul!
55 Methinks I see thee, now thou art below,
56 As one dead in the bottom of a tomb.
57 Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.
58 And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:
59 Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!
60 O Fortune, Fortune! all men call thee fickle:
61 If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
62 That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune;
63 For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
64 But send him back.
LADY CAPULET [Within.]
64 Ho, daughter! are you up?
65 Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother?
66 Is she not down so late, or up so early?
67 What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither?
** [She goeth down from the window.]
Enter Mother [LADY CAPULET].
68 Why, how now, Juliet!
68 Madam, I am not well.
69 Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?
70 What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
71 An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;
72 Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of love;
73 But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
74 Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
75 So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
76 Which you weep for.
76 Feeling so the loss,
77 I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.
78 Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death,
79 As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.
80 What villain madam?
80 That same villain, Romeo.
81 Villain and he be many miles asunder.
82 God pardon him! I do, with all my heart;
83 And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.
84 That is because the traitor murderer lives.
85 Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands:
86 Would none but I might venge my cousin's death!
87 We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:
88 Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,
89 Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,
90 Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram,
91 That he shall soon keep Tybalt company:
92 And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.
93 Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
94 With Romeo, till I behold himdead
95 Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd.
96 Madam, if you could find out but a man
97 To bear a poison, I would temper it,
98 That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,
99 Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors
100 To hear him named, and cannot come to him
101 To wreak the love I bore my cousin
102 Upon his body that slaughter'd him!
103 Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man.
104 But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
105 And joy comes well in such a needy time:
106 What are they, I beseech your ladyship?
107 Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;
108 One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
109 Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,
110 That thou expect'st not nor I look'd not for.
111 Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
112 Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
113 The gallant, young and noble gentleman,
114 The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church,
115 Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
116 Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too,
117 He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
118 I wonder at this haste; that I must wed
119 Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo.
120 I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
121 I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear,
122 It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
123 Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!
124 Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,
125 And see how he will take it at your hands.
Enter CAPULET and NURSE.
126 When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;
127 But for the sunset of my brother's son
128 It rains downright.
129 How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears?
130 Evermore showering? In one little body
131 Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind;
132 For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
133 Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,
134 Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;
135 Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,
136 Without a sudden calm, will overset
137 Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife!
138 Have you deliver'd to her our decree?
139 Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.
140 I would the fool were married to her grave!
141 Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife.
142 How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?
143 Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest,
144 Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
145 So worthy a gentleman to be her bride?
146 Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you have:
147 Proud can I never be of what I hate;
148 But thankful even for hate, that is meant love.
149 How, how, how, how, chopp'd logic! What is this?
150 "Proud," and "I thank you," and "I thank you not";
151 And yet "not proud." Mistress minion, you,
152 Thank me no thankings, nor, proud me no prouds,
153 But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,
154 To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church,
155 Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
156 Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out, you baggage!
157 You tallow-face!
157 Fie, fie! what, are you mad?
158 Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
159 Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
160 Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!
161 I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday,
162 Or never after look me in the face:
163 Speak not, reply not, do not answer me;
164 My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest
165 That God had lent us but this only child;
166 But now I see this one is one too much,
167 And that we have a curse in having her.
168 Out on her, hilding!
168 God in heaven bless her!
169 You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
170 And why, my Lady Wisdom? hold your tongue,
171 Good Prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.
172 I speak no treason.
172 O, God-i-god-en.
173 May not one speak?
173 Peace, you mumbling fool!
174 Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl;
175 For here we need it not.
175 You are too hot.
176 God's bread! it makes me mad! Day, night, work, play,
177 Alone, in company, still my care hath been
178 To have her match'd, and having now provided
179 A gentleman of noble parentage,
180 Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly lien'd,
181 Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts,
182 Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man;
183 And then to have a wretched puling fool,
184 A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,
185 To answer "I'll not wed; I cannot love,
186 I am too young; I pray you, pardon me."
187 But, as you will not wed, I'll pardon you:
188 Graze where you will you shall not house with me:
189 Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.
190 Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise.
191 An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;
192 And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,
193 For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,
194 Nor what is mine shall never do thee good:
195 Trust to't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn.
196 Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
197 That sees into the bottom of my grief?
198 O, sweet my mother, cast me not away!
199 Delay this marriage for a month, a week;
200 Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
201 In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
202 Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word.
203 Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
204 O God!O nurse, how shall this be prevented?
205 My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
206 How shall that faith return again to earth,
207 Unless that husband send it me from heaven
208 By leaving earth? Comfort me, counsel me!
209 Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems
210 Upon so soft a subject as myself!
211 What say'st thou? Hast thou not a word of joy?
212 Some comfort, nurse.
212 Faith, here it is.
213 Romeo is banish'd; and all the world to nothing,
214 That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;
215 Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
216 Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
217 I think it best you married with the county.
218 O, he's a lovely gentleman!
219 Romeo's a dishclout to him. An eagle, madam,
220 Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye
221 As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
222 I think you are happy in this second match,
223 For it excels your first: or if it did not,
224 Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were,
225 As living here and you no use of him.
226 Speakest thou from thy heart?
227 And from my soul too, else beshrew them both.
230 Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.
231 Go in: and tell my lady I am gone,
232 Having displeased my father, to Laurence' cell,
233 To make confession and to be absolved.
234 Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.
235 Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
236 Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
237 Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
238 Which she hath praised him with above compare
239 So many thousand times? Go, counsellor;
240 Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
241 I'll to the friar, to know his remedy;
242 If all else fail, myself have power to die.