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◈ The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet (로미오와 줄리엣) ◈

◇ Act I ◇

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 1. Prologue
 2. Act I, Scene 1
 3. Act I, Scene 2
 4. Act I, Scene 3
 5. Act I, Scene 4
 6. Act I, Scene 5

1. Prologue

 
0 Chorus.
1       Two households, both alike in dignity,
2       In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
3       From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
4       Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
5       From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
6       A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
7       Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
8       Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
9       The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
10       And the continuance of their parents' rage,
11       Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
12       Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
13       The which if you with patient ears attend,
14       What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
 

2. Act I, Scene 1

0 Verona. A public place.
 
1 [Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers]
 
2 Sampson.
3       Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.
4 Gregory.
5       No, for then we should be colliers.
6 Sampson.
7       I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.
8 Gregory.
9       Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.
10 Sampson.
11       I strike quickly, being moved.
12 Gregory.
13       But thou art not quickly moved to strike.
14 Sampson.
15       A dog of the house of Montague moves me.
16 Gregory.
17       To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:
18       therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.
19 Sampson.
20       A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will
21       take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.
22 Gregory.
23       That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes
24       to the wall.
25 Sampson.
26       True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels,
27       are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push
28       Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids
29       to the wall.
30 Gregory.
31       The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.
32 Sampson.
33       'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I
34       have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the
35       maids, and cut off their heads.
36 Gregory.
37       The heads of the maids?
38 Sampson.
39       Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;
40       take it in what sense thou wilt.
41 Gregory.
42       They must take it in sense that feel it.
43 Sampson.
44       Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and
45       'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.
46 Gregory.
47       'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou
48       hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes
49       two of the house of the Montagues.
50 Sampson.
51       My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.
52 Gregory.
53       How! turn thy back and run?
54 Sampson.
55       Fear me not.
56 Gregory.
57       No, marry; I fear thee!
58 Sampson.
59       Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.
60 Gregory.
61       I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as
62       they list.
63 Sampson.
64       Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;
65       which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
 
66 [Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR]
 
67 Abraham.
68       Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
69 Sampson.
70       I do bite my thumb, sir.
71 Abraham.
72       Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
73 Sampson.
74       [Aside to GREGORY]Is the law of our side, if I say
75       ay?
76 Gregory.
77       No.
78 Sampson.
79       No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I
80       bite my thumb, sir.
81 Gregory.
82       Do you quarrel, sir?
83 Abraham.
84       Quarrel sir! no, sir.
85 Sampson.
86       If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.
87 Abraham.
88       No better.
89 Sampson.
90       Well, sir.
91 Gregory.
92       Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen.
93 Sampson.
94       Yes, better, sir.
95 Abraham.
96       You lie.
97 Sampson.
98       Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
 
99 [They fight]
 
100 [Enter BENVOLIO]
 
101 Benvolio.
102       Part, fools!
103       Put up your swords; you know not what you do.
 
104 [Beats down their swords]
 
105 [Enter TYBALT]
 
106 Tybalt.
107       What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
108       Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
109 Benvolio.
110       I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,
111       Or manage it to part these men with me.
112 Tybalt.
113       What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,
114       As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
115       Have at thee, coward!
116       [They fight]
117       [Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray;
118       then enter Citizens, with clubs]
119 First Citizen.
120       Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!
121       Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!
 
122 [Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY CAPULET]
 
123 Capulet.
124       What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!
125 Lady Capulet.
126       A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?
127 Capulet.
128       My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,
129       And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
 
130 [Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE]
 
131 Montague.
132       Thou villain Capulet,—Hold me not, let me go.
133 Lady Montague.
134       Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.
 
135 [Enter PRINCE, with Attendants]
 
136 Prince Escalus.
137       Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
138       Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,—
139       Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,
140       That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
141       With purple fountains issuing from your veins,
142       On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
143       Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,
144       And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
145       Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
146       By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
147       Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,
148       And made Verona's ancient citizens
149       Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
150       To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
151       Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:
152       If ever you disturb our streets again,
153       Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
154       For this time, all the rest depart away:
155       You Capulet; shall go along with me:
156       And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
157       To know our further pleasure in this case,
158       To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.
159       Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
 
160 [Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO]
 
161 Montague.
162       Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
163       Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
164 Benvolio.
165       Here were the servants of your adversary,
166       And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:
167       I drew to part them: in the instant came
168       The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared,
169       Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,
170       He swung about his head and cut the winds,
171       Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:
172       While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
173       Came more and more and fought on part and part,
174       Till the prince came, who parted either part.
175 Lady Montague.
176       O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?
177       Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
178 Benvolio.
179       Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun
180       Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
181       A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;
182       Where, underneath the grove of sycamore
183       That westward rooteth from the city's side,
184       So early walking did I see your son:
185       Towards him I made, but he was ware of me
186       And stole into the covert of the wood:
187       I, measuring his affections by my own,
188       That most are busied when they're most alone,
189       Pursued my humour not pursuing his,
190       And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.
191 Montague.
192       Many a morning hath he there been seen,
193       With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.
194       Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;
195       But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
196       Should in the furthest east begin to draw
197       The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
198       Away from the light steals home my heavy son,
199       And private in his chamber pens himself,
200       Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out
201       And makes himself an artificial night:
202       Black and portentous must this humour prove,
203       Unless good counsel may the cause remove.
204 Benvolio.
205       My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
206 Montague.
207       I neither know it nor can learn of him.
208 Benvolio.
209       Have you importuned him by any means?
210 Montague.
211       Both by myself and many other friends:
212       But he, his own affections' counsellor,
213       Is to himself—I will not say how true
214       But to himself so secret and so close,
215       So far from sounding and discovery,
216       As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
217       Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
218       Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
219       Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow.
220       We would as willingly give cure as know.
 
221 [Enter ROMEO]
 
222 Benvolio.
223       See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;
224       I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.
225 Montague.
226       I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,
227       To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.
 
228 [Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE]
 
229 Benvolio.
230       Good-morrow, cousin.
231 Romeo.
232       Is the day so young?
233 Benvolio.
234       But new struck nine.
235 Romeo.
236       Ay me! sad hours seem long.
237       Was that my father that went hence so fast?
238 Benvolio.
239       It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?
240 Romeo.
241       Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
242 Benvolio.
243       In love?
244 Romeo.
245       Out
246 Benvolio.
247       Of love?
248 Romeo.
249       Out of her favour, where I am in love.
250 Benvolio.
251       Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
252       Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
253 Romeo.
254       Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,
255       Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!
256       Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?
257       Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
258       Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.
259       Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
260       O any thing, of nothing first create!
261       O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
262       Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
263       Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,
264       sick health!
265       Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
266       This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
267       Dost thou not laugh?
268 Benvolio.
269       No, coz, I rather weep.
270 Romeo.
271       Good heart, at what?
272 Benvolio.
273       At thy good heart's oppression.
274 Romeo.
275       Why, such is love's transgression.
276       Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
277       Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
278       With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown
279       Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
280       Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
281       Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
282       Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
283       What is it else? a madness most discreet,
284       A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
285       Farewell, my coz.
286 Benvolio.
287       Soft! I will go along;
288       An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
289 Romeo.
290       Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;
291       This is not Romeo, he's some other where.
292 Benvolio.
293       Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.
294 Romeo.
295       What, shall I groan and tell thee?
296 Benvolio.
297       Groan! why, no.
298       But sadly tell me who.
299 Romeo.
300       Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:
301       Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!
302       In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
303 Benvolio.
304       I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.
305 Romeo.
306       A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.
307 Benvolio.
308       A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
309 Romeo.
310       Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit
311       With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;
312       And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
313       From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.
314       She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
315       Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
316       Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:
317       O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,
318       That when she dies with beauty dies her store.
319 Benvolio.
320       Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
321 Romeo.
322       She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,
323       For beauty starved with her severity
324       Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
325       She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,
326       To merit bliss by making me despair:
327       She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow
328       Do I live dead that live to tell it now.
329 Benvolio.
330       Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.
331 Romeo.
332       O, teach me how I should forget to think.
333 Benvolio.
334       By giving liberty unto thine eyes;
335       Examine other beauties.
336 Romeo.
337       'Tis the way
338       To call hers exquisite, in question more:
339       These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows
340       Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;
341       He that is strucken blind cannot forget
342       The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
343       Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
344       What doth her beauty serve, but as a note
345       Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
346       Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.
347 Benvolio.
348       I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.
 
349 [Exeunt]
 

3. Act I, Scene 2

0 A street.
 
1 [Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant]
 
2 Capulet.
3       But Montague is bound as well as I,
4       In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,
5       For men so old as we to keep the peace.
6 Paris.
7       Of honourable reckoning are you both;
8       And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.
9       But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
10 Capulet.
11       But saying o'er what I have said before:
12       My child is yet a stranger in the world;
13       She hath not seen the change of fourteen years,
14       Let two more summers wither in their pride,
15       Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.
16 Paris.
17       Younger than she are happy mothers made.
18 Capulet.
19       And too soon marr'd are those so early made.
20       The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,
21       She is the hopeful lady of my earth:
22       But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,
23       My will to her consent is but a part;
24       An she agree, within her scope of choice
25       Lies my consent and fair according voice.
26       This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,
27       Whereto I have invited many a guest,
28       Such as I love; and you, among the store,
29       One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
30       At my poor house look to behold this night
31       Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:
32       Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
33       When well-apparell'd April on the heel
34       Of limping winter treads, even such delight
35       Among fresh female buds shall you this night
36       Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,
37       And like her most whose merit most shall be:
38       Which on more view, of many mine being one
39       May stand in number, though in reckoning none,
40       Come, go with me.
41       [To Servant, giving a paper]
42       Go, sirrah, trudge about
43       Through fair Verona; find those persons out
44       Whose names are written there, and to them say,
45       My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
 
46 [Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS]
 
47 Servant.
48       Find them out whose names are written here! It is
49       written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his
50       yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with
51       his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am
52       sent to find those persons whose names are here
53       writ, and can never find what names the writing
54       person hath here writ. I must to the learned.—In good time.
 
55 [Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO]
 
56 Benvolio.
57       Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,
58       One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
59       Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
60       One desperate grief cures with another's languish:
61       Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
62       And the rank poison of the old will die.
63 Romeo.
64       Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.
65 Benvolio.
66       For what, I pray thee?
67 Romeo.
68       For your broken shin.
69 Benvolio.
70       Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
71 Romeo.
72       Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is;
73       Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
74       Whipp'd and tormented andGod-den, good fellow.
75 Servant.
76       God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?
77 Romeo.
78       Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
79 Servant.
80       Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I
81       pray, can you read any thing you see?
82 Romeo.
83       Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
84 Servant.
85       Ye say honestly: rest you merry!
86 Romeo.
87       Stay, fellow; I can read.
88       [Reads]
89       'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;
90       County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady
91       widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely
92       nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine
93       uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece
94       Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin
95       Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair
96       assembly: whither should they come?
97 Servant.
98       Up.
99 Romeo.
100       Whither?
101 Servant.
102       To supper; to our house.
103 Romeo.
104       Whose house?
105 Servant.
106       My master's.
107 Romeo.
108       Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.
109 Servant.
110       Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the
111       great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house
112       of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.
113       Rest you merry!
 
114 [Exit]
 
115 Benvolio.
116       At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
117       Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,
118       With all the admired beauties of Verona:
119       Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,
120       Compare her face with some that I shall show,
121       And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
122 Romeo.
123       When the devout religion of mine eye
124       Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;
125       And these, who often drown'd could never die,
126       Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
127       One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun
128       Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
129 Benvolio.
130       Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,
131       Herself poised with herself in either eye:
132       But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd
133       Your lady's love against some other maid
134       That I will show you shining at this feast,
135       And she shall scant show well that now shows best.
136 Romeo.
137       I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,
138       But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.
 
139 [Exeunt]
 

4. Act I, Scene 3

0 A room in Capulet’s house.
 
1 [Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse]
 
2 Lady Capulet.
3       Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.
4 Nurse.
5       Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,
6       I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!
7       God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!
 
8 [Enter JULIET]
 
9 Juliet.
10       How now! who calls?
11 Nurse.
12       Your mother.
13 Juliet.
14       Madam, I am here.
15       What is your will?
16 Lady Capulet.
17       This is the matter:—Nurse, give leave awhile,
18       We must talk in secret:—nurse, come back again;
19       I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.
20       Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.
21 Nurse.
22       Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
23 Lady Capulet.
24       She's not fourteen.
25 Nurse.
26       I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,—
27       And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four
28       She is not fourteen. How long is it now
29       To Lammas-tide?
30 Lady Capulet.
31       A fortnight and odd days.
32 Nurse.
33       Even or odd, of all days in the year,
34       Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.
35       Susan and sheGod rest all Christian souls!—
36       Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;
37       She was too good for me: but, as I said,
38       On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;
39       That shall she, marry; I remember it well.
40       'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;
41       And she was wean'd,—I never shall forget it,—
42       Of all the days of the year, upon that day:
43       For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,
44       Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;
45       My lord and you were then at Mantua:—
46       Nay, I do bear a brain:—but, as I said,
47       When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple
48       Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,
49       To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug!
50       Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,
51       To bid me trudge:
52       And since that time it is eleven years;
53       For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,
54       She could have run and waddled all about;
55       For even the day before, she broke her brow:
56       And then my husbandGod be with his soul!
57       A' was a merry mantook up the child:
58       'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?
59       Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;
60       Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame,
61       The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'
62       To see, now, how a jest shall come about!
63       I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,
64       I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he;
65       And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'
66 Lady Capulet.
67       Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.
68 Nurse.
69       Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,
70       To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'
71       And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow
72       A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;
73       A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly:
74       'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face?
75       Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;
76       Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'
77 Juliet.
78       And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
79 Nurse.
80       Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
81       Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed:
82       An I might live to see thee married once,
83       I have my wish.
84 Lady Capulet.
85       Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme
86       I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
87       How stands your disposition to be married?
88 Juliet.
89       It is an honour that I dream not of.
90 Nurse.
91       An honour! were not I thine only nurse,
92       I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.
93 Lady Capulet.
94       Well, think of marriage now; younger than you,
95       Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
96       Are made already mothers: by my count,
97       I was your mother much upon these years
98       That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:
99       The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
100 Nurse.
101       A man, young lady! lady, such a man
102       As all the worldwhy, he's a man of wax.
103 Lady Capulet.
104       Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
105 Nurse.
106       Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.
107 Lady Capulet.
108       What say you? can you love the gentleman?
109       This night you shall behold him at our feast;
110       Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,
111       And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;
112       Examine every married lineament,
113       And see how one another lends content
114       And what obscured in this fair volume lies
115       Find written in the margent of his eyes.
116       This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
117       To beautify him, only lacks a cover:
118       The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride
119       For fair without the fair within to hide:
120       That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
121       That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;
122       So shall you share all that he doth possess,
123       By having him, making yourself no less.
124 Nurse.
125       No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men.
126 Lady Capulet.
127       Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?
128 Juliet.
129       I'll look to like, if looking liking move:
130       But no more deep will I endart mine eye
131       Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
 
132 [Enter a Servant]
 
133 Servant.
134       Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you
135       called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in
136       the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must
137       hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.
138 Lady Capulet.
139       We follow thee.
140       [Exit Servant]
141       Juliet, the county stays.
142 Nurse.
143       Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
 
144 [Exeunt]
 

5. Act I, Scene 4

0 A street.
 
1 [Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six [p]Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others]
 
2 Romeo.
3       What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
4       Or shall we on without a apology?
5 Benvolio.
6       The date is out of such prolixity:
7       We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,
8       Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
9       Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;
10       Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke
11       After the prompter, for our entrance:
12       But let them measure us by what they will;
13       We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.
14 Romeo.
15       Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling;
16       Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
17 Mercutio.
18       Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
19 Romeo.
20       Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes
21       With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead
22       So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
23 Mercutio.
24       You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,
25       And soar with them above a common bound.
26 Romeo.
27       I am too sore enpierced with his shaft
28       To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,
29       I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:
30       Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
31 Mercutio.
32       And, to sink in it, should you burden love;
33       Too great oppression for a tender thing.
34 Romeo.
35       Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
36       Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
37 Mercutio.
38       If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
39       Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
40       Give me a case to put my visage in:
41       A visor for a visor! what care I
42       What curious eye doth quote deformities?
43       Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.
44 Benvolio.
45       Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in,
46       But every man betake him to his legs.
47 Romeo.
48       A torch for me: let wantons light of heart
49       Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels,
50       For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase;
51       I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.
52       The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.
53 Mercutio.
54       Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:
55       If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
56       Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st
57       Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!
58 Romeo.
59       Nay, that's not so.
60 Mercutio.
61       I mean, sir, in delay
62       We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
63       Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits
64       Five times in that ere once in our five wits.
65 Romeo.
66       And we mean well in going to this mask;
67       But 'tis no wit to go.
68 Mercutio.
69       Why, may one ask?
70 Romeo.
71       I dream'd a dream to-night.
72 Mercutio.
73       And so did I.
74 Romeo.
75       Well, what was yours?
76 Mercutio.
77       That dreamers often lie.
78 Romeo.
79       In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
80 Mercutio.
81       O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
82       She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
83       In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
84       On the fore-finger of an alderman,
85       Drawn with a team of little atomies
86       Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;
87       Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs,
88       The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
89       The traces of the smallest spider's web,
90       The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,
91       Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,
92       Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,
93       Not so big as a round little worm
94       Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;
95       Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut
96       Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
97       Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
98       And in this state she gallops night by night
99       Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
100       O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight,
101       O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees,
102       O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
103       Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
104       Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:
105       Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
106       And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
107       And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail
108       Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep,
109       Then dreams, he of another benefice:
110       Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
111       And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
112       Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
113       Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
114       Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
115       And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
116       And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
117       That plats the manes of horses in the night,
118       And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
119       Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:
120       This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
121       That presses them and learns them first to bear,
122       Making them women of good carriage:
123       This is she
124 Romeo.
125       Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!
126       Thou talk'st of nothing.
127 Mercutio.
128       True, I talk of dreams,
129       Which are the children of an idle brain,
130       Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
131       Which is as thin of substance as the air
132       And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes
133       Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
134       And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
135       Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
136 Benvolio.
137       This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves;
138       Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
139 Romeo.
 
140       I fear, too early: for my mind misgives
141       Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
142       Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
143       With this night's revels and expire the term
144       Of a despised life closed in my breast
145       By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
146       But He, that hath the steerage of my course,
147       Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.
148 Benvolio.
149       Strike, drum.
 
150 [Exeunt]
 

6. Act I, Scene 5

0 A hall in Capulet’s house.
 
1 [Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkins]
 
2 First Servant.
3       Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He
4       shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!
5 Second Servant.
6       When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's
7       hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.
8 First Servant.
9       Away with the joint-stools, remove the
10       court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save
11       me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let
12       the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.
13       Antony, and Potpan!
14 Second Servant.
15       Ay, boy, ready.
16 First Servant.
17       You are looked for and called for, asked for and
18       sought for, in the great chamber.
19 Second Servant.
20       We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be
21       brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.
 
22 [Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers]
 
23 Capulet.
24       Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes
25       Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you.
26       Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all
27       Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,
28       She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?
29       Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day
30       That I have worn a visor and could tell
31       A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
32       Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone:
33       You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play.
34       A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.
35       [Music plays, and they dance]
36       More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,
37       And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
38       Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.
39       Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;
40       For you and I are past our dancing days:
41       How long is't now since last yourself and I
42       Were in a mask?
43 Second Capulet.
44       By'r lady, thirty years.
45 Capulet.
46       What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much:
47       'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,
48       Come pentecost as quickly as it will,
49       Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.
50 Second Capulet.
51       'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir;
52       His son is thirty.
53 Capulet.
54       Will you tell me that?
55       His son was but a ward two years ago.
56 Romeo.
57       [To a Servingman]What lady is that, which doth
58       enrich the hand
59       Of yonder knight?
60 Servant.
61       I know not, sir.
62 Romeo.
63       O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
64       It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
65       Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
66       Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
67       So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
68       As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
69       The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
70       And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
71       Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
72       For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
73 Tybalt.
74       This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
75       Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave
76       Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,
77       To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
78       Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
79       To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.
80 Capulet.
81       Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?
82 Tybalt.
83       Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,
84       A villain that is hither come in spite,
85       To scorn at our solemnity this night.
86 Capulet.
87       Young Romeo is it?
88 Tybalt.
89       'Tis he, that villain Romeo.
90 Capulet.
 
91       Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;
92       He bears him like a portly gentleman;
93       And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
94       To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:
95       I would not for the wealth of all the town
96       Here in my house do him disparagement:
97       Therefore be patient, take no note of him:
98       It is my will, the which if thou respect,
99       Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,
100       And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
101 Tybalt.
102       It fits, when such a villain is a guest:
103       I'll not endure him.
104 Capulet.
105       He shall be endured:
106       What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;
107       Am I the master here, or you? go to.
108       You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!
109       You'll make a mutiny among my guests!
110       You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!
111 Tybalt.
112       Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.
113 Capulet.
114       Go to, go to;
115       You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed?
116       This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what:
117       You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time.
118       Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:
119       Be quiet, orMore light, more light! For shame!
120       I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!
121 Tybalt.
122       Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
123       Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
124       I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall
125       Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.
 
126 [Exit]
 
127 Romeo.
 
128       [To JULIET]If I profane with my unworthiest hand
129       This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
130       My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
131       To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
132 Juliet.
133       Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
134       Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
135       For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
136       And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
137 Romeo.
138       Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
139 Juliet.
140       Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
141 Romeo.
142       O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
143       They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
144 Juliet.
145       Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
146 Romeo.
147       Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
148       Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
149 Juliet.
150       Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
151 Romeo.
152       Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
153       Give me my sin again.
154 Juliet.
155       You kiss by the book.
156 Nurse.
157       Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
158 Romeo.
159       What is her mother?
160 Nurse.
161       Marry, bachelor,
162       Her mother is the lady of the house,
163       And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous
164       I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal;
165       I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
166       Shall have the chinks.
167 Romeo.
168       Is she a Capulet?
169       O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.
170 Benvolio.
171       Away, begone; the sport is at the best.
172 Romeo.
173       Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
174 Capulet.
175       Nay,