SCENE V. A hall in Capulet's house.
Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkinsFirst Servant
Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? HeSecond Servant
shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!
When good manners shall lie all in one or two men'sFirst Servant
hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.
Away with the joint-stools, remove theSecond Servant
court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save
me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let
the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.
Antony, and Potpan!
Ay, boy, ready.First Servant
You are looked for and called for, asked for andSecond Servant
sought for, in the great chamber.
We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; beCAPULET
brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.
Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers
Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toesSecond Capulet
Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you.
Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all
Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,
She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?
Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day
That I have worn a visor and could tell
A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone:
You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play.
A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.
Music plays, and they dance
More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,
And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.
Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;
For you and I are past our dancing days:
How long is't now since last yourself and I
Were in a mask?
By'r lady, thirty years.CAPULET
What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much:Second Capulet
'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,
Come pentecost as quickly as it will,
Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.
'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir;CAPULET
His son is thirty.
Will you tell me that?ROMEO
His son was but a ward two years ago.
[To a Servingman] What lady is that, which dothServant
enrich the hand
Of yonder knight?
I know not, sir.ROMEO
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!TYBALT
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
This, by his voice, should be a Montague.CAPULET
Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave
Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.
Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?TYBALT
Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,CAPULET
A villain that is hither come in spite,
To scorn at our solemnity this night.
Young Romeo is it?TYBALT
'Tis he, that villain Romeo.CAPULET
Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;TYBALT
He bears him like a portly gentleman;
And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:
I would not for the wealth of all the town
Here in my house do him disparagement:
Therefore be patient, take no note of him:
It is my will, the which if thou respect,
Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,
And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
It fits, when such a villain is a guest:CAPULET
I'll not endure him.
He shall be endured:TYBALT
What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;
Am I the master here, or you? go to.
You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!
You'll make a mutiny among my guests!
You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!
Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.CAPULET
Go to, go to;TYBALT
You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed?
This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what:
You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time.
Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:
Be quiet, or--More light, more light! For shame!
I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!
Patience perforce with wilful choler meetingROMEO
Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall
Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.
[To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest handJULIET
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,ROMEO
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?JULIET
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.ROMEO
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;JULIET
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.ROMEO
Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.JULIET
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
Then have my lips the sin that they have took.ROMEO
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!JULIET
Give me my sin again.
You kiss by the book.Nurse
Madam, your mother craves a word with you.ROMEO
What is her mother?Nurse
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.
Is she a Capulet?BENVOLIO
O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.
Away, begone; the sport is at the best.ROMEO
Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.CAPULET
Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;JULIET
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, by my fay, it waxes late:
I'll to my rest.
Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse
Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?Nurse
The son and heir of old Tiberio.JULIET
What's he that now is going out of door?Nurse
Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.JULIET
What's he that follows there, that would not dance?Nurse
I know not.JULIET
Go ask his name: if he be married.Nurse
My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
His name is Romeo, and a Montague;JULIET
The only son of your great enemy.
My only love sprung from my only hate!Nurse
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.
What's this? what's this?JULIET
A rhyme I learn'd even nowNurse
Of one I danced withal.
One calls within 'Juliet.'
Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.
Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
And young affection gapes to be his heir;
That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,
With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.
Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,
Alike betwitched 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 access
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
Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.
SCENE I. A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard.
Can I go forward when my heart is here?BENVOLIO
Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it
Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO
Romeo! my cousin Romeo!MERCUTIO
He is wise;BENVOLIO
And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed.
He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:MERCUTIO
Call, good Mercutio.
Nay, I'll conjure too.BENVOLIO
Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!
Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh:
Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;
Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce 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!
He heareth not, he 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 thou appear to us!
And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.MERCUTIO
This cannot anger him: 'twould anger himBENVOLIO
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 mistres s' name
I conjure only but to raise up him.
Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,MERCUTIO
To be consorted with the humorous night:
Blind is his love and best befits the dark.
If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.BENVOLIO
Now will he sit under a medlar tree,
And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit
As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.
Romeo, that she were, O, that she were
An open et caetera, thou a poperin pear!
Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed;
This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:
Come, shall we go?
Go, then; for 'tis in vain
To seek him here that means not to be found.
SCENE II. Capulet's orchard.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.JULIET
JULIET appears above at a window
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
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!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
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 eyes 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!
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 wondering 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.
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?ROMEO
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.
[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?JULIET
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;ROMEO
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.
I take thee at thy word:JULIET
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in nightROMEO
So stumblest on my counsel?
By a nameJULIET
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee;
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
My ears have not yet drunk a hundred wordsROMEO
Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.JULIET
How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?ROMEO
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;JULIET
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do that dares love attempt;
Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.
If they do see thee, they will murder thee.ROMEO
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eyeJULIET
Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity.
I would not for the world they saw thee here.ROMEO
I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;JULIET
And but thou love me, let them find me here:
My life were better ended by their hate,
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
By whose direction found'st thou out this place?ROMEO
By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;JULIET
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 farthest sea,
I would adventure for such merchandise.
Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,ROMEO
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me 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 mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries
Then 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 an say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:
But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
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.
Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swearJULIET
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--
O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,ROMEO
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
What shall I swear by?JULIET
Do not swear at all;ROMEO
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee.
If my heart's dear love--JULIET
Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,ROMEO
I have no joy of this contract to-night:
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?JULIET
What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?ROMEO
The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.JULIET
I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:ROMEO
And yet I would it were to give again.
Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?JULIET
But to be frank, and give it thee again.ROMEO
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.
O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.JULIET
Being in night, all this is but a dream,
Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
Re-enter JULIET, above
Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.Nurse
If that thy bent of love be honourable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,
By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well,Nurse
I do beseech thee--
By and by, I come:--ROMEO
To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:
To-morrow will I send.
So thrive my soul--JULIET
A thousand times good night!ROMEO
A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.JULIET
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
Re-enter JULIET, above
Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,ROMEO
To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
With repetition of my Romeo's name.
It is my soul that calls upon my name:JULIET
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!
At what o'clock to-morrowROMEO
Shall I send to thee?
At the hour of nine.JULIET
I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.ROMEO
I have forgot why I did call thee back.
Let me stand here till thou remember it.JULIET
I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,ROMEO
Remembering how I love thy company.
And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,JULIET
Forgetting any other home but this.
'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:ROMEO
And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
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.
I would I were thy bird.JULIET
Sweet, so would I:ROMEO
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night! parting is such
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!
Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,
His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.