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Jul. Wash they his wounds with tears? mine And steal immortal blessings from her lips; shall be spent,
Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,
may do this, when I from this must fly; Both you and I ; for Romeo is exild: [guild, 5 They are free men, but I am banished. He made you for a highway to my bed;
.Ind say’st thou yet, that exile is not death? But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. [bed;j But Romeo may not; he is banished. [knife, Come, cords; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding- Hadst thou no poison mix’d, no sharp-ground And death, not Romeo, take my maiden-head! No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,
Nurse. Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo 10 But---banished_to kill me mbanished? To comfort you;-1 wot well where he is.
O friar, the damned use that word in hell; Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night; Howlings attend it: How hast thou the heart, I'll to him; he is hid at Lawrence' cell.
Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, Jul. O, find him! give this ring to my true A sin-absolver, and my friend profest, knight,
15 To mangle me with that word-banishment? And bid nim come to take his last farewell. Fri. Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a
Rom. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. SCENE III.
Fri. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word
20 Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
Rom. Yet banished :-Hang up philosophy! Fri. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, fearful man ;
Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom; Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,
-5 It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more. And thou art wedded to calamity. [doom Fri. O, then I see that madmen have no ears.
Rom. Father, what news? what is the prince's Rom. How should they, when that wise men What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,
have no eyes? That I yet know not?
Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Friur. Too familiar
30 Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost Is my dear son with such sour company:
not feel : I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, Rom. What less than dooms-day is the prince's An hour but marry'd, Tybalt murdered, doom?
Doating like me, and like me banished, Fri. A gentler judgement vanish'd from his lips, 35 Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear Not body's death, but body's banishment.
thy hair, Rom. Ha! banishment? he merciful, say_death; And fall upon the ground, as I do now, For exile hath more terror in his look,
Taking the mcasure of an unmade grave. Much more than death: do not say-banishment. Fri. Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide Fri. Here from Verona art thou banished: 140
[Knock within. Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
Rom. Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick Rom. There is no world without Verona walls,
groans, But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. Hence-banished is banish'd from the world,
Knock. And world's exile is death; then banishment 45 Fri. Hark, how they knock!--Who's there? Is death mis-term’d; calling death-banishment,
Romeo, arise; Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe,
Thou wilt be taken:-Stay a while:-stand up: And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me.
[Knock. Fri. O deadly sin ! O rude unthankfulness ! Run to my study:-By-and-by:-God's will! Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince, 50 What wiltulness is this?-I come, I come. Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,
[Knock. And turn'd that black word death to banishment: Who knocks so hard? whence come you : what's This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not. Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is Nurse. [within.] Let me come in, and you shall here,
know iny errand; Where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog, I come from lady Juliet. And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
Fri. Welcome then. Live here in heaven, and may look on her,
Enter Nurse. But Romeo may not. More validity,
Nurse. O holy friar, 0 tell me, holy friar, More honourable state, more courtship' lives 60 Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo ? In carrion flies, than Romeo: they may seize Fri. There, on the ground, with his own tears On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand,
made drunk. * Validity seems here to mean worth or dignity; and courtship the state of courtier permitted to approach the highest presence.
Nurse. O, he is even in my mistress' case, For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead; Just in her case !-
There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee, Fri. O woeful sympathy !
But thou slew'st Tybalt; there too art thou happy: Piteous predicament !
The law, that threaten'd death,becomes thyfriend, Nurse. Even so lies she,
[ing: And turns it to exile; there art thou happy: Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubber- A pack of blessings light upon thy back; Stand
stand up; stand, an you be a man: Happiness courts thee in her best array; For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand; But, like a mis'hay'd and a sullen wench, Why should you fall into so deep an O ?
Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love: Rom. Nurse!
10 Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. Nurse. Ah sir! ah sir!--death is the end of all. Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
Rom. Spak'st thou of Juliet? how is it with her? Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her; Doth she not think me an old murderer,
But, look, thou stay not 'till the watch be set, Now I have stain’d the childhood of our joy For then thou canst not pass to Mantua; With blood remov'd but little from her own? (15 Where thou shalt live, 'till we can find a time Where is she? and how doth she? and what says To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love? Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back Vurse. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps
and! With twenty hundred thousand times more joy weeps;
Than throu went'st forth in lamentation.And now falls on her bed; and then starts up, 20 Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady; And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, And bid her hasten all the house to bed, And then down falls again.
Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto: Rom. As if that name,
Romeo is coming.
(night, Shot from the deadly level of a gun,
Nurse. O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand 25 To hear good counsel : 0, what learning is Murder'd her kinsman.-0 tell me, friar, tell me, My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. In what vile part of this anatomy
Rom. Doso,and bid mysweet prepare to chide. Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, The hateful mansion. [Drarving his sword.
sir:Fri. Hold thy desperate hand:
30 Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. Art thou a nian? thy form cries out, thou art; Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this! Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote Fri. Go hence. Good night:- and here stands The unreasonable fury of a beast:
all your state, Unseenly woman, in a seeming man!
Either be gone before the watch be set, Or ill-beseeming beast, in seeming both?! 350r by the break of day disguis'd from hence: Thou hast amaz'd me: by my holy order, Sojourn in Mantua; 1'll find out your man, I thought thy disposition better temper'd. And he shall signify from time to time Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself? Every good hap to you, that chances here: And slay thy lady too that lives in thee,
Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night. By doing damned hate upon thyself? [earth: 40 Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me, Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do Farewell.
[Exeunt. meet In thee at once; which thou at once would'st lose.
Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris. And usest none in that true use indeed
Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily, Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit. That we have had no time to move our daughter: Thy noble shape is but a forın of wax,
Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly, Digressing from the valour of a man:
50 And so did I ;-Well, we were born to die. Thy dear love, sworn, but hollow perjury, 'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night: Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish. I promise you, but for your company, Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love, I would have been a-bed an hour ago, Mis-shapen in the conduct of them both,
Par. These times of woe afford no time to woo: Like powder in the skill-less soldier's tlask?, 55/Madam, good night : commend me to your Is set on fire by thinc own ignorance,
(morrow; And thou disinember'd with thine own defence ? La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early toWhat, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive, |To-night she's mew'd' up to her heaviness.
1 That is, Thou art a beast of ill qualities, under the appearance both of a woman and a man. ? To understand the force of this allusion, it should be remembered that the ancient English soldiers, using match-locks, instead of locks with flints as at present, were obliged to carry a lighted match hanging at their belts, very near to the wooden flusk in which they kept their powder. 3 That is, And thou torn to pieces with thy own weapons. * The whole of your fortune depends on this. A mew was a place of confinement for hawks.
Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate ' tender Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.Of my child's love: I think, she will be rul'd Flow is 't, my soul? let's talk, it is not day. In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not.
Jul. It is, it is, bie hence, be gone, away; Wite, go you to her ere you go to bed;
It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Acquaint her here with my son Paris' love; 5 Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps. And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next- Some say, the lark makes sweet division"; But, soft; What day is this?
This doth not so, for she divideth us: Par. Monday, my lord.
[soon, Some say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes“; Cap. Monday? ha! ha! Well,Wednesday is too 0, now I would they had chang’d voices too! O'Thursday let it be ;-o? Thursday, tell her, 10 Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, She shall be married to this noble carl:
Hunting thee hence with hunts-up to the day. Will
you be ready? do you like this haste? 10, now be gone; more light and light it grows. We'll keep no great ado;-a triend, or two:- Rom. More light and light:--more dark and For hark you, 'Tybalt being slain so late,
dark our woes.
(morrow. Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your Par, My lord, I would that Thursday were to-20 The day is broke; be wary, look about. Cap. Well, get you gone:0 Thursday be
[Exit Nurse. it thon:
Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed ;
Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll dePrepare her, wife, against this wedding-day:
(Romeo descends. Farewell, my lord.—Light to my chamber, ho! 25 Jul. Art thou gone so? Love! lord! ah, husFore me, it is so very late, that we
band! friend! May call it early by-and-by: Goodnight. [E.reunt. I must hear from thee every day i' the hour,
For in a minute there are inany days:
0! by this count I shall be much in years, SCENE V.
30 Ere I again behold my Romeo. Juliet's Chamber.
Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. Enter Romeo, and Juliet.
Jul. O, think'st thou, we shall ever meet again? Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall It was the nightingale, and not the lark, 135 That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear;
For sweet discourses in our time to come. Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree: Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining soul; Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Methinks, I see thee, now thou art so low, Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, As one dead in the bottom of a tomb: No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks 40 Either my eye-sight fails, or thou look’st pale. Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Rom. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! adieu ! Stands tiptoe on the misty mountains' tops ;
[Exit Romeo. 1 must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Jul. O fortune, fortune ! ailmen call thee fickle: Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I; 45 If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him It is some meteor that the sun exhales,
That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune; To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, And light thee on thy way to Mantua:
But send him back. Therefore stay yet, thou need’st not to be gone. La. Cap. [within.] Ho, daughter ! are you up?
Rom. Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death; 50. Jul. Who is't that calls ? is it my lady mother? I am content, if thou wilt have it so.
Is she not down so late, or up so early? I'll say, yon grey is not the morning's eye, What unaccustom'd cause procures' her hither?
Tis but the pale reflex ? of Cynthia's brow; Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
Enter Lady Capulet. The vaulty heaven so high above our heads: 153 Ln. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet? I have more care to stay, than will to go ;
Jul. Madam, I am not well. Desperate means only bold, adrenťrous. 2 The appearance of a cloud opposed to the moon. · Division seems to have been the technical term for the pauses or parts of a musical composition. 4 The toåd having very fine eyes, and the lark very ugly ones, was the occasion of a common saying amongst the people, that the toud and lark hud changed eyes. To this the speaker alludes. meaning is this: The lark, they say, has lost her eyes to the toad, and now I would the toad had her voice too, since she uses it to the disturbance of lovers. • The huntsup was the name of the tune anciently played to wake the hunters, and collect them together. Procures for brings.
La. Cap dew;
you thanks :
La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's He shall not make me there a joyful bride. death?
I wonder at this haste; that I must wed What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. tears?
pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, An if thou could'st, thou could'st not make him 5 I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear Therefore, have done: Some grief shews much of It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, love;
Rather than Paris:
-These are news indeed! But much of grief shews still some want of wit. La. Cap. Here comes your father; tell him so Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
yourself, La. Cap. So shall you feel the loss, but not the 10 And see how he will take it at your hands. Which you weep for.
Enter Capulet, and Nurse. Jul. Feeling so the loss,
Cap. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much But for the sun-set of my brother's son, for his death,
15 It rains downright.As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? Jul. What villain, madam?
Evermore showering? In one little body La. Cup. That same villain, Romeo.
Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind: Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder. For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, God pardon him! I do with all my heart;
20 Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, And yet no man, like he, doth grieve my heart. Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs; La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer Who---raging with thy tears, and they with them, lives.
[hands: Without a sudden calin, will overset Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my Thy tempest-tossed body.---How now, wife? 'Would, none but I might venge my cousin's 25 Have you deliver'd to her our decree? death!
(not: La. Cap. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives La. Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua, I would, the fool were married to her grave ! Where that same banish'd runagate doth live, Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with That shall bestow on him so sure a draught, 301 That he shall soon keep Tybalt company: How! will she none: doth she not give us thanks! And then, I hope, thou wilt be satistied.
Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest, Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought With Romeo, 'till I behold him--dead--
So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? Is my poor heart so for a kinsinan vext:--- 35 Jul. Not proud, you have; but thankful, that Madam, if you could find out but a man To bear a poison, I would temperit;
Proud can I never be of what I hate; That Ronieo should, upon receipt thereof, But thankful even for hate, that is meant love. Soon sleep in quiet.---O, how my heart abhors Cap. How now! how now! chop logick?-To hear him narı'd,---and cannot come to him;--- 40 What is this? To wreak the love I bore my cousin Tybalt, Proud---and, I thank you---and, I thank you notUpon his body that hath slaughter'd him! And yet not proud---Mistress minion, you, La. Cup. Find thou the means, and I'll find Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, such a man.
But settle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next, But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. 45 To go with Paris to Saint Peter's church,
Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful tiine: Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. [gage!
La. Cap. Fie! fie! what, are you mad?
Hear me with patience but to speak a word. That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for. Cap. Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient Jul. Madain, in happy time, what day is that?
wretch! La. Cap. Marry, iny child, early next Thurs- I tell thee what, ---get thee to church o' Thursday, day morn,
55 Or never after look me in the face: The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, Speak not, reply not, do not answer me; (blest, The county Paris , at Saint Peter's church, My fingers itch.---Wife, we scarce thought us Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. [too, That God hath sent us but this only child;
Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's church, and Peterl But now I see this one is one too much,
" It is remarked, that“ Paris, though in one place called Earl, is most commonly styled the Countie in this play. Shakspeare seems to have preferred, for some reason or other, the Italian comte to our count; perhaps he took it from the old English novel
, from which he is said to have taken his plot.” He certainly did so: Paris is there first styled a young earle, and afterwards counte, countee, and county; according to the unsettled orthography of the time.
And that we have a curse in having her: Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. Out on her, hilding!
[Exit. Nurse. God in heaven bless her!
Jul. O God - nurse !-how shall this be You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
prevented ? Cap. And why, my lady wisdom. hold your 5 My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven; tongue,
How shall that faith return again to earth, Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. Unless that husband send it me from heaven Nurse. I speak no treason.
By leaving earth ?-comfort me, counsel me. Cap. 0, God ye good den!
Alack, alack, that heaven should practise strataNurse. May not one speak?
10 Upon so soft a subject as myself! [gems Cap. Peace, you mumbling fool!
What say'st thou hast thou not a word of joy? Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl,
Some comfort, nurse. For here we need it not.
Nurse. 'Faith, here 'tis : Romeo La. Cap. You are too hot.
Is banished; and all the world to nothing, Cap. God's bread ! it makes me mad: Day, 15 That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you; night, late, early,
Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth. At home, abroad, alone, in company,
Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been I think it best you married with the county. To have her match'd: and having now provided Oh! he's a lovely gentleman! A gentleman of princely parentage,
20 Romeo's a dish-clout to him; an eagle, madam,
I am too young,—I pray you, pardon me;'- Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart?
(much. An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend; Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i' the streets, Go in; and tell my lady I am gone, For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, Having displeas'd iny father, to Lawrence' cell, Nor what is mine shall never do thee good : 35 To make confession, and to be absolv’d. Trust to't, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn. Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. [Exit.
[Exit. Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, Jul. Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend! That sees into the bottom of my grief?
Is it more sin—to wish me thus forsworn, O, sweet my mother, cast me not away! 40 Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue Delay this marriage for a month, a week; Which she hath prais'd him with above compare Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
So many thousand times ?-Go, counsellor; In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.-La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a L’ll to the friar, to know his remedy: word;
145 If all else fail, myself have power to die. [Erit.
Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous,
155 That she do give her sorrow so much sway;
And, in his wisdom, hastes our marriage,
To stop the inundation of her tears ;
Par. My father Capulet will have it so; May be put from her by society: And I am nothing slow, to slack his haste. 60 Now do you know the reason of this haste?
Fri. You say,you do not know the lady's mind; Fri. I'would I knew not why it should be Uneven is the course, I like it not. [death,
[Aside, Par. Immoderately she wceps for Tybalt's Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell. And therefore little have I talk'd of love;
Enter Juliet. For Venus smiles not in a house of tears, 651 Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife !