Romeo and Juliet

by

William Shakespeare

Romeo and Juliet is a tragic love story about two young individuals from feuding families, the Montagues and the Capulets, who fall deeply in love. Romeo Montague attends a Capulet party in disguise and meets Juliet Capulet. They immediately fall in love and secretly marry the next day with the help of Friar Laurence.

Their happiness is short-lived as a street fight breaks out between the two families, resulting in the death of Juliet's cousin, Tybalt. Romeo is banished from Verona, and Juliet is forced to marry Paris, a nobleman chosen by her father. In desperation, Juliet turns to Friar Laurence for a plan to reunite her with Romeo.

The plan goes awry, and both Romeo and Juliet die tragically. Romeo, believing Juliet to be dead, drinks poison, and Juliet, upon awakening from a sleeping potion, finds Romeo dead and stabs herself with his dagger. The feud between the Montagues and the Capulets is reconciled as they mourn the loss of their children.

Act I

In Act 1 of Romeo and Juliet, the audience is introduced to the feud between the Capulet and Montague families. The play begins with a brawl between the servants of the two households, which is broken up by the Prince of Verona. Romeo, the son of the Montagues, is introduced as a lovesick young man who is pining for a girl named Rosaline. However, his friends convince him to attend a party at the Capulet's house, where he meets and falls in love with Juliet, the daughter of his family's sworn enemy.

Meanwhile, Tybalt, Juliet's cousin, recognizes Romeo as a Montague and becomes enraged. He confronts Lord Capulet, but is told to calm down and not cause any trouble at the party. Romeo and Juliet share a romantic exchange and kiss, but are interrupted by Juliet's nurse, who tells Juliet that Romeo is a Montague.

The act ends with Romeo realizing that he has fallen in love with the daughter of his family's enemy and Juliet discovering that the man she has fallen for is a Montague.

PROLOGUE

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

Scene 1 of Act 1 opens with a brawl between two rival families in Verona. The servants of the Capulet family are fighting with the servants of the Montague family. The Prince of Verona arrives to break up the fight and warns both families that if they continue to cause trouble, they will be punished severely.

Benvolio, a Montague, enters and tries to stop the fighting. He is soon joined by Tybalt, a Capulet, who is hot-headed and looking for a fight. The two men exchange insults and draw their swords.

Just as the two are about to fight, Lord Capulet and Lord Montague enter and demand that their servants put down their weapons. The two lords argue with each other, but eventually agree to stop the fighting.

The Prince warns the two lords that if their families continue to cause trouble, they will be punished with death. Benvolio and Montague ask the Prince for mercy and he agrees to spare their lives this time. The scene ends with Benvolio talking to Romeo, Montague's son, about his recent melancholy and sadness. Romeo reveals that he is in love with a woman named Rosaline, who does not return his feelings.

Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers

SAMPSON
Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.
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GREGORY
No, for then we should be colliers.
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SAMPSON
I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.
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GREGORY
Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.
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SAMPSON
I strike quickly, being moved.
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GREGORY
But thou art not quickly moved to strike.
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SAMPSON
A dog of the house of Montague moves me.
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GREGORY
To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:
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therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.
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SAMPSON
A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will
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take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.
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GREGORY
That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes
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to the wall.
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SAMPSON
True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels,
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are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push
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Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids
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to the wall.
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GREGORY
The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.
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SAMPSON
'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I
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have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the
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maids, and cut off their heads.
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GREGORY
The heads of the maids?
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SAMPSON
Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;
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take it in what sense thou wilt.
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GREGORY
They must take it in sense that feel it.
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SAMPSON
Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and
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'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.
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GREGORY
'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou
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hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes
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two of the house of the Montagues.
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SAMPSON
My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.
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GREGORY
How! turn thy back and run?
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SAMPSON
Fear me not.
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GREGORY
No, marry; I fear thee!
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SAMPSON
Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.
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GREGORY
I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as
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they list.
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SAMPSON
Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;
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which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
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Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR

ABRAHAM
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
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SAMPSON
I do bite my thumb, sir.
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ABRAHAM
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
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SAMPSON
(Aside to GREGORY) Is the law of our side, if I say
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GREGORY

SAMPSON
No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I
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bite my thumb, sir.
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GREGORY
Do you quarrel, sir?
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ABRAHAM
Quarrel sir! no, sir.
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SAMPSON
If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.
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ABRAHAM
No better.
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SAMPSON
Well, sir.
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GREGORY
Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen.
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SAMPSON
Yes, better, sir.
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ABRAHAM
You lie.
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SAMPSON
Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
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They fight

Enter BENVOLIO

BENVOLIO
Part, fools!
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Put up your swords; you know not what you do.
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Beats down their swords

Enter TYBALT

TYBALT
What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
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Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
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BENVOLIO
I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,
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Or manage it to part these men with me.
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TYBALT
What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,
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As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
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Have at thee, coward!
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They fight

Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs

First Citizen
Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!
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Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!
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Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY CAPULET

CAPULET
What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!
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LADY CAPULET
A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?
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CAPULET
My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,
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And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
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Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE

MONTAGUE
Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go.
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LADY MONTAGUE
Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.
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Enter PRINCE, with Attendants

PRINCE
Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
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Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--
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Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,
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That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
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With purple fountains issuing from your veins,
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On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
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Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,
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And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
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Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
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By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
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Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,
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And made Verona's ancient citizens
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Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
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To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
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Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:
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If ever you disturb our streets again,
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Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
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For this time, all the rest depart away:
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You Capulet; shall go along with me:
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And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
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To know our further pleasure in this case,
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To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.
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Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
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Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO

MONTAGUE
Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
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Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
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BENVOLIO
Here were the servants of your adversary,
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And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:
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I drew to part them: in the instant came
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The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared,
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Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,
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He swung about his head and cut the winds,
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Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:
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While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
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Came more and more and fought on part and part,
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Till the prince came, who parted either part.
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LADY MONTAGUE
O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?
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Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
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BENVOLIO
Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun
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Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
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A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;
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Where, underneath the grove of sycamore
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That westward rooteth from the city's side,
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So early walking did I see your son:
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Towards him I made, but he was ware of me
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And stole into the covert of the wood:
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I, measuring his affections by my own,
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That most are busied when they're most alone,
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Pursued my humour not pursuing his,
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And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.
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MONTAGUE
Many a morning hath he there been seen,
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With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.
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Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;
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But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
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Should in the furthest east begin to draw
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The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
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Away from the light steals home my heavy son,
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And private in his chamber pens himself,
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Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out
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And makes himself an artificial night:
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Black and portentous must this humour prove,
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Unless good counsel may the cause remove.
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BENVOLIO
My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
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MONTAGUE
I neither know it nor can learn of him.
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BENVOLIO
Have you importuned him by any means?
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MONTAGUE
Both by myself and many other friends:
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But he, his own affections' counsellor,
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Is to himself--I will not say how true--
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But to himself so secret and so close,
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So far from sounding and discovery,
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As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
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Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
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Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
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Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow.
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We would as willingly give cure as know.
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Enter ROMEO

BENVOLIO
See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;
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I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.
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MONTAGUE
I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,
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To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.
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Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE

BENVOLIO
Good-morrow, cousin.
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ROMEO
Is the day so young?
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BENVOLIO
But new struck nine.
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ROMEO
Ay me! sad hours seem long.
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Was that my father that went hence so fast?
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BENVOLIO
It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?
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ROMEO
Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
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BENVOLIO
In love?
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ROMEO

BENVOLIO
Of love?
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ROMEO
Out of her favour, where I am in love.
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BENVOLIO
Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
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Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
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ROMEO
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,
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Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!
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Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?
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Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
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Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.
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Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
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O any thing, of nothing first create!
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O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
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Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
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Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,
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sick health!
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Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
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This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
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Dost thou not laugh?
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BENVOLIO
No, coz, I rather weep.
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ROMEO
Good heart, at what?
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BENVOLIO
At thy good heart's oppression.
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ROMEO
Why, such is love's transgression.
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Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
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Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
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With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown
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Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
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Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
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Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
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Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
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What is it else? a madness most discreet,
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A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
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Farewell, my coz.
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BENVOLIO
Soft! I will go along;
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An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
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ROMEO
Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;
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This is not Romeo, he's some other where.
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BENVOLIO
Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.
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ROMEO
What, shall I groan and tell thee?
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BENVOLIO
Groan! why, no.
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But sadly tell me who.
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ROMEO
Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:
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Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!
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In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
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BENVOLIO
I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.
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ROMEO
A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.
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BENVOLIO
A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
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ROMEO
Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit
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With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;
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And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
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From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.
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She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
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Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
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Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:
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O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,
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That when she dies with beauty dies her store.
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BENVOLIO
Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
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ROMEO
She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,
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For beauty starved with her severity
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Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
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She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,
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To merit bliss by making me despair:
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She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow
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Do I live dead that live to tell it now.
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BENVOLIO
Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.
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ROMEO
O, teach me how I should forget to think.
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BENVOLIO
By giving liberty unto thine eyes;
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Examine other beauties.
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ROMEO
'Tis the way
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To call hers exquisite, in question more:
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These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows
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Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;
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He that is strucken blind cannot forget
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The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
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Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
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What doth her beauty serve, but as a note
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Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
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Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.
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BENVOLIO
I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.
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Exeunt

SCENE II. A street.

Scene 2 of Act 1 introduces the character of Romeo, a young man who is deeply in love with a woman named Rosaline. Romeo's cousin, Benvolio, advises him to forget about Rosaline and move on, but Romeo insists that he cannot love anyone else. Benvolio suggests that Romeo attend a party at the Capulet house, where he may be able to find a new love interest. Romeo agrees to go, but only because he hopes to see Rosaline there.

Meanwhile, the Capulet family is preparing for the party, and Juliet, their daughter, is introduced. Her parents want her to marry a wealthy man named Paris, but she is not interested. When Paris arrives at the party, he immediately expresses his interest in Juliet, but she does not reciprocate his feelings.

As the party begins, Romeo and his friends arrive in disguise. Romeo sees Juliet and is immediately smitten with her. They share a dance and exchange flirtatious words. However, when Romeo learns that Juliet is a Capulet, and therefore his family's enemy, he becomes distressed. Juliet, too, learns that Romeo is a Montague, and is similarly upset.

The scene ends with Romeo and Juliet both realizing that they are in love with someone they should not be. Despite this, they cannot help but be drawn to each other.

Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant

CAPULET
But Montague is bound as well as I,
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In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,
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For men so old as we to keep the peace.
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PARIS
Of honourable reckoning are you both;
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And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.
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But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
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CAPULET
But saying o'er what I have said before:
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My child is yet a stranger in the world;
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She hath not seen the change of fourteen years,
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Let two more summers wither in their pride,
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Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.
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PARIS
Younger than she are happy mothers made.
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CAPULET
And too soon marr'd are those so early made.
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The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,
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She is the hopeful lady of my earth:
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But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,
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My will to her consent is but a part;
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An she agree, within her scope of choice
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Lies my consent and fair according voice.
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This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,
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Whereto I have invited many a guest,
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Such as I love; and you, among the store,
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One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
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At my poor house look to behold this night
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Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:
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Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
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When well-apparell'd April on the heel
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Of limping winter treads, even such delight
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Among fresh female buds shall you this night
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Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,
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And like her most whose merit most shall be:
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Which on more view, of many mine being one
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May stand in number, though in reckoning none,
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Come, go with me.
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Go, sirrah, trudge about
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Through fair Verona; find those persons out
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Whose names are written there, and to them say,
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My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
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Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS

Servant
Find them out whose names are written here! It is
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written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his
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yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with
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his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am
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sent to find those persons whose names are here
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writ, and can never find what names the writing
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person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time.
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Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO

BENVOLIO
Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,
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One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
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Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
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One desperate grief cures with another's languish:
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Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
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And the rank poison of the old will die.
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ROMEO
Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.
Link: 1.2.52

BENVOLIO
For what, I pray thee?
Link: 1.2.53

ROMEO
For your broken shin.
Link: 1.2.54

BENVOLIO
Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
Link: 1.2.55

ROMEO
Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is;
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Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
Link: 1.2.57
Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow.
Link: 1.2.58

Servant
God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?
Link: 1.2.59

ROMEO
Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
Link: 1.2.60

Servant
Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I
Link: 1.2.61
pray, can you read any thing you see?
Link: 1.2.62

ROMEO
Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
Link: 1.2.63

Servant
Ye say honestly: rest you merry!
Link: 1.2.64

ROMEO
Stay, fellow; I can read.
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'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;
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County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady
Link: 1.2.67
widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely
Link: 1.2.68
nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine
Link: 1.2.69
uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece
Link: 1.2.70
Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin
Link: 1.2.71
Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair
Link: 1.2.72
assembly: whither should they come?
Link: 1.2.73

Servant

ROMEO
Whither?
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Servant
To supper; to our house.
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ROMEO
Whose house?
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Servant
My master's.
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ROMEO
Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.
Link: 1.2.79

Servant
Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the
Link: 1.2.80
great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house
Link: 1.2.81
of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.
Link: 1.2.82
Rest you merry!
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Exit

BENVOLIO
At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
Link: 1.2.84
Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,
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With all the admired beauties of Verona:
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Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,
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Compare her face with some that I shall show,
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And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
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ROMEO
When the devout religion of mine eye
Link: 1.2.90
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;
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And these, who often drown'd could never die,
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Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
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One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun
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Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
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BENVOLIO
Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,
Link: 1.2.96
Herself poised with herself in either eye:
Link: 1.2.97
But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd
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Your lady's love against some other maid
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That I will show you shining at this feast,
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And she shall scant show well that now shows best.
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ROMEO
I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,
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But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.
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Exeunt

SCENE III. A room in Capulet's house.

In Scene 3 of Act 1, a conversation takes place between Lady Capulet and the Nurse. Lady Capulet wants to speak to her daughter, Juliet, about marriage. The Nurse reveals that Juliet will turn 14 in a few weeks. Lady Capulet mentions Paris, a suitor who is interested in marrying Juliet. The Nurse speaks highly of Paris and suggests that he is a suitable match for Juliet. Lady Capulet asks Juliet’s opinion about Paris, to which the Nurse replies that Juliet has not yet thought about marriage.

Lady Capulet then proceeds to tell Juliet about Paris and suggests that she should consider him as a potential husband. Juliet responds politely but does not show much enthusiasm. Lady Capulet continues to praise Paris and mentions his wealth and status. She then tells Juliet that she was already married at her age and urges her to think about marriage seriously.

The Nurse interrupts and shares a humorous story about Juliet when she was a child, which lightens the mood. Lady Capulet then tells Juliet that they will be attending a party at the Capulet’s house that night, where she will meet Paris. Juliet agrees to go and the scene ends with the Nurse calling Juliet to go and get ready for the party.

Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse

LADY CAPULET
Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.
Link: 1.3.1

Nurse
Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,
Link: 1.3.2
I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!
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God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!
Link: 1.3.4

Enter JULIET

JULIET
How now! who calls?
Link: 1.3.5

Nurse
Your mother.
Link: 1.3.6

JULIET
Madam, I am here.
Link: 1.3.7
What is your will?
Link: 1.3.8

LADY CAPULET
This is the matter:--Nurse, give leave awhile,
Link: 1.3.9
We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again;
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I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.
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Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.
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Nurse
Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
Link: 1.3.13

LADY CAPULET
She's not fourteen.
Link: 1.3.14

Nurse
I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,--
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And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four--
Link: 1.3.16
She is not fourteen. How long is it now
Link: 1.3.17
To Lammas-tide?
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LADY CAPULET
A fortnight and odd days.
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Nurse
Even or odd, of all days in the year,
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Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.
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Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!--
Link: 1.3.22
Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;
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She was too good for me: but, as I said,
Link: 1.3.24
On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;
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That shall she, marry; I remember it well.
Link: 1.3.26
'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;
Link: 1.3.27
And she was wean'd,--I never shall forget it,--
Link: 1.3.28
Of all the days of the year, upon that day:
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For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,
Link: 1.3.30
Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;
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My lord and you were then at Mantua:--
Link: 1.3.32
Nay, I do bear a brain:--but, as I said,
Link: 1.3.33
When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple
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Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,
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To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug!
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Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,
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To bid me trudge:
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And since that time it is eleven years;
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For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,
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She could have run and waddled all about;
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For even the day before, she broke her brow:
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And then my husband--God be with his soul!
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A' was a merry man--took up the child:
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'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?
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Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;
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Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame,
Link: 1.3.47
The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'
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To see, now, how a jest shall come about!
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I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,
Link: 1.3.50
I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he;
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And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'
Link: 1.3.52

LADY CAPULET
Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.
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Nurse
Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,
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To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'
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And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow
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A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;
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A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly:
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'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face?
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Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;
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Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'
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JULIET
And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
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Nurse
Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
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Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed:
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An I might live to see thee married once,
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I have my wish.
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LADY CAPULET
Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme
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I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
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How stands your disposition to be married?
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JULIET
It is an honour that I dream not of.
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Nurse
An honour! were not I thine only nurse,
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I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.
Link: 1.3.72

LADY CAPULET
Well, think of marriage now; younger than you,
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Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
Link: 1.3.74
Are made already mothers: by my count,
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I was your mother much upon these years
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That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:
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The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
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Nurse
A man, young lady! lady, such a man
Link: 1.3.79
As all the world--why, he's a man of wax.
Link: 1.3.80

LADY CAPULET
Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
Link: 1.3.81

Nurse
Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.
Link: 1.3.82

LADY CAPULET
What say you? can you love the gentleman?
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This night you shall behold him at our feast;
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Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,
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And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;
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Examine every married lineament,
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And see how one another lends content
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And what obscured in this fair volume lies
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Find written in the margent of his eyes.
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This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
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To beautify him, only lacks a cover:
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The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride
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For fair without the fair within to hide:
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That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
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That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;
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So shall you share all that he doth possess,
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By having him, making yourself no less.
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Nurse
No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men.
Link: 1.3.99

LADY CAPULET
Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?
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JULIET
I'll look to like, if looking liking move:
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But no more deep will I endart mine eye
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Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
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Enter a Servant

Servant
Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you
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called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in
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the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must
Link: 1.3.106
hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.
Link: 1.3.107

LADY CAPULET
We follow thee.
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Juliet, the county stays.
Link: 1.3.109

Nurse
Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
Link: 1.3.110

Exeunt

SCENE IV. A street.

Scene 4 of Act 1 takes place in Verona, Italy. Romeo, his cousin Benvolio, and their friend Mercutio are on their way to a party hosted by the Capulets, sworn enemies of Romeo's family, the Montagues. Romeo is reluctant to attend the party, as he is still pining for his unrequited love, Rosaline. Benvolio and Mercutio try to convince him to forget about Rosaline and enjoy the party.

As they approach the party, Romeo has a premonition of his own death. Mercutio mocks his friend's superstition and delivers a long, witty speech about the nature of dreams. Eventually, the group enters the party, where Romeo catches sight of Juliet, the daughter of the Capulet family. He is immediately struck by her beauty and forgets all about Rosaline.

Meanwhile, Tybalt, Juliet's hot-headed cousin, recognizes Romeo and his companions as Montagues and vows to take revenge for their intrusion. However, Lord Capulet intervenes and forbids Tybalt from causing a scene at the party.

Romeo and Juliet have their first meeting and are instantly drawn to each other. They exchange a few words, but are interrupted when Juliet's nurse calls her away. Romeo is smitten and vows to find a way to see Juliet again.

As the scene ends, Romeo lingers outside the party, still thinking about Juliet. He delivers a famous soliloquy, in which he describes his newfound love and compares it to the brightness of the stars.

Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others

ROMEO
What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
Link: 1.4.1
Or shall we on without a apology?
Link: 1.4.2

BENVOLIO
The date is out of such prolixity:
Link: 1.4.3
We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,
Link: 1.4.4
Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
Link: 1.4.5
Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;
Link: 1.4.6
Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke
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After the prompter, for our entrance:
Link: 1.4.8
But let them measure us by what they will;
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We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.
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ROMEO
Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling;
Link: 1.4.11
Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
Link: 1.4.12

MERCUTIO
Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
Link: 1.4.13

ROMEO
Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes
Link: 1.4.14
With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead
Link: 1.4.15
So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
Link: 1.4.16

MERCUTIO
You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,
Link: 1.4.17
And soar with them above a common bound.
Link: 1.4.18

ROMEO
I am too sore enpierced with his shaft
Link: 1.4.19
To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,
Link: 1.4.20
I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:
Link: 1.4.21
Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
Link: 1.4.22

MERCUTIO
And, to sink in it, should you burden love;
Link: 1.4.23
Too great oppression for a tender thing.
Link: 1.4.24

ROMEO
Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
Link: 1.4.25
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
Link: 1.4.26

MERCUTIO
If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
Link: 1.4.27
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
Link: 1.4.28
Give me a case to put my visage in:
Link: 1.4.29
A visor for a visor! what care I
Link: 1.4.30
What curious eye doth quote deformities?
Link: 1.4.31
Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.
Link: 1.4.32

BENVOLIO
Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in,
Link: 1.4.33
But every man betake him to his legs.
Link: 1.4.34

ROMEO
A torch for me: let wantons light of heart
Link: 1.4.35
Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels,
Link: 1.4.36
For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase;
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I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.
Link: 1.4.38
The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.
Link: 1.4.39

MERCUTIO
Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:
Link: 1.4.40
If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
Link: 1.4.41
Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st
Link: 1.4.42
Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!
Link: 1.4.43

ROMEO
Nay, that's not so.
Link: 1.4.44

MERCUTIO
I mean, sir, in delay
Link: 1.4.45
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
Link: 1.4.46
Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits
Link: 1.4.47
Five times in that ere once in our five wits.
Link: 1.4.48

ROMEO
And we mean well in going to this mask;
Link: 1.4.49
But 'tis no wit to go.
Link: 1.4.50

MERCUTIO
Why, may one ask?
Link: 1.4.51

ROMEO
I dream'd a dream to-night.
Link: 1.4.52

MERCUTIO
And so did I.
Link: 1.4.53

ROMEO
Well, what was yours?
Link: 1.4.54

MERCUTIO
That dreamers often lie.
Link: 1.4.55

ROMEO
In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
Link: 1.4.56

MERCUTIO
O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
Link: 1.4.57
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
Link: 1.4.58
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
Link: 1.4.59
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
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Drawn with a team of little atomies
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Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;
Link: 1.4.62
Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs,
Link: 1.4.63
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
Link: 1.4.64
The traces of the smallest spider's web,
Link: 1.4.65
The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,
Link: 1.4.66
Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,
Link: 1.4.67
Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,
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Not so big as a round little worm
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Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;
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Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut
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Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
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Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
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And in this state she gallops night by night
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Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
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O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight,
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O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees,
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O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
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Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
Link: 1.4.79
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:
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Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
Link: 1.4.81
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
Link: 1.4.82
And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail
Link: 1.4.83
Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep,
Link: 1.4.84
Then dreams, he of another benefice:
Link: 1.4.85
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
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And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
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Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Link: 1.4.88
Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
Link: 1.4.89
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
Link: 1.4.90
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
Link: 1.4.91
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
Link: 1.4.92
That plats the manes of horses in the night,
Link: 1.4.93
And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
Link: 1.4.94
Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:
Link: 1.4.95
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
Link: 1.4.96
That presses them and learns them first to bear,
Link: 1.4.97
Making them women of good carriage:
Link: 1.4.98
This is she--
Link: 1.4.99

ROMEO
Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!
Link: 1.4.100
Thou talk'st of nothing.
Link: 1.4.101

MERCUTIO
True, I talk of dreams,
Link: 1.4.102
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Link: 1.4.103
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
Link: 1.4.104
Which is as thin of substance as the air
Link: 1.4.105
And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes
Link: 1.4.106
Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
Link: 1.4.107
And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
Link: 1.4.108
Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Link: 1.4.109

BENVOLIO
This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves;
Link: 1.4.110
Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
Link: 1.4.111

ROMEO
I fear, too early: for my mind misgives
Link: 1.4.112
Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
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Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
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With this night's revels and expire the term
Link: 1.4.115
Of a despised life closed in my breast
Link: 1.4.116
By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
Link: 1.4.117
But He, that hath the steerage of my course,
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Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.
Link: 1.4.119

BENVOLIO
Strike, drum.
Link: 1.4.120

Exeunt

SCENE V. A hall in Capulet's house.

Scene 5 of Act 1 begins with a party at the Capulet's house. Romeo and his friends decide to attend the party, despite it being hosted by their enemy. They wear masks to conceal their identity.

At the party, Romeo sets his eyes on Juliet and instantly falls in love with her. He forgets about his former love, Rosaline, and becomes infatuated with Juliet. They exchange flirtatious words and eventually share a kiss.

However, their moment is interrupted by Juliet's Nurse, who informs her that her mother wants to speak with her. Romeo learns that Juliet is a Capulet, and Juliet learns that Romeo is a Montague. This realization causes them both to feel conflicted and upset.

The scene ends with Romeo asking the Nurse who Juliet is and learning that she is the daughter of his enemy. Despite this, he cannot help but continue to think about her and the possibility of their love.

Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkins

First Servant
Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He
Link: 1.5.1
shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!
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Second Servant
When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's
Link: 1.5.3
hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.
Link: 1.5.4

First Servant
Away with the joint-stools, remove the
Link: 1.5.5
court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save
Link: 1.5.6
me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let
Link: 1.5.7
the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.
Link: 1.5.8
Antony, and Potpan!
Link: 1.5.9

Second Servant
Ay, boy, ready.
Link: 1.5.10

First Servant
You are looked for and called for, asked for and
Link: 1.5.11
sought for, in the great chamber.
Link: 1.5.12

Second Servant
We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be
Link: 1.5.13
brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.
Link: 1.5.14

Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers

CAPULET
Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes
Link: 1.5.15
Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you.
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Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all
Link: 1.5.17
Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,
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She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?
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Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day
Link: 1.5.20
That I have worn a visor and could tell
Link: 1.5.21
A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
Link: 1.5.22
Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone:
Link: 1.5.23
You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play.
Link: 1.5.24
A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.
Link: 1.5.25
More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,
Link: 1.5.26
And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
Link: 1.5.27
Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.
Link: 1.5.28
Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;
Link: 1.5.29
For you and I are past our dancing days:
Link: 1.5.30
How long is't now since last yourself and I
Link: 1.5.31
Were in a mask?
Link: 1.5.32

Second Capulet
By'r lady, thirty years.
Link: 1.5.33

CAPULET
What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much:
Link: 1.5.34
'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,
Link: 1.5.35
Come pentecost as quickly as it will,
Link: 1.5.36
Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.
Link: 1.5.37

Second Capulet
'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir;
Link: 1.5.38
His son is thirty.
Link: 1.5.39

CAPULET
Will you tell me that?
Link: 1.5.40
His son was but a ward two years ago.
Link: 1.5.41

ROMEO
(To a Servingman) What lady is that, which doth
Link: 1.5.42
enrich the hand
Link: 1.5.43
Of yonder knight?
Link: 1.5.44

Servant
I know not, sir.
Link: 1.5.45

ROMEO
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
Link: 1.5.46
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Link: 1.5.47
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
Link: 1.5.48
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
Link: 1.5.49
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
Link: 1.5.50
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
Link: 1.5.51
The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
Link: 1.5.52
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Link: 1.5.53
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
Link: 1.5.54
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
Link: 1.5.55

TYBALT
This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
Link: 1.5.56
Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave
Link: 1.5.57
Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,
Link: 1.5.58
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
Link: 1.5.59
Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
Link: 1.5.60
To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.
Link: 1.5.61

CAPULET
Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?
Link: 1.5.62

TYBALT
Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,
Link: 1.5.63
A villain that is hither come in spite,
Link: 1.5.64
To scorn at our solemnity this night.
Link: 1.5.65

CAPULET
Young Romeo is it?
Link: 1.5.66

TYBALT
'Tis he, that villain Romeo.
Link: 1.5.67

CAPULET
Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;
Link: 1.5.68
He bears him like a portly gentleman;
Link: 1.5.69
And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
Link: 1.5.70
To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:
Link: 1.5.71
I would not for the wealth of all the town
Link: 1.5.72
Here in my house do him disparagement:
Link: 1.5.73
Therefore be patient, take no note of him:
Link: 1.5.74
It is my will, the which if thou respect,
Link: 1.5.75
Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,
Link: 1.5.76
And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
Link: 1.5.77

TYBALT
It fits, when such a villain is a guest:
Link: 1.5.78
I'll not endure him.
Link: 1.5.79

CAPULET
He shall be endured:
Link: 1.5.80
What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;
Link: 1.5.81
Am I the master here, or you? go to.
Link: 1.5.82
You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!
Link: 1.5.83
You'll make a mutiny among my guests!
Link: 1.5.84
You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!
Link: 1.5.85

TYBALT
Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.
Link: 1.5.86

CAPULET
Go to, go to;
Link: 1.5.87
You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed?
Link: 1.5.88
This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what:
Link: 1.5.89
You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time.
Link: 1.5.90
Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:
Link: 1.5.91
Be quiet, or--More light, more light! For shame!
Link: 1.5.92
I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!
Link: 1.5.93

TYBALT
Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
Link: 1.5.94
Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
Link: 1.5.95
I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall
Link: 1.5.96
Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.
Link: 1.5.97

Exit

ROMEO
(To JULIET) If I profane with my unworthiest hand
Link: 1.5.98
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
Link: 1.5.99
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
Link: 1.5.100
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Link: 1.5.101

JULIET
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Link: 1.5.102
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
Link: 1.5.103
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
Link: 1.5.104
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
Link: 1.5.105

ROMEO
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
Link: 1.5.106

JULIET
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
Link: 1.5.107

ROMEO
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
Link: 1.5.108
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
Link: 1.5.109

JULIET
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
Link: 1.5.110

ROMEO
Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Link: 1.5.111
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
Link: 1.5.112

JULIET
Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
Link: 1.5.113

ROMEO
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Link: 1.5.114
Give me my sin again.
Link: 1.5.115

JULIET
You kiss by the book.
Link: 1.5.116

Nurse
Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
Link: 1.5.117

ROMEO
What is her mother?
Link: 1.5.118

Nurse
Marry, bachelor,
Link: 1.5.119
Her mother is the lady of the house,
Link: 1.5.120
And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous
Link: 1.5.121
I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal;
Link: 1.5.122
I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
Link: 1.5.123
Shall have the chinks.
Link: 1.5.124

ROMEO
Is she a Capulet?
Link: 1.5.125
O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.
Link: 1.5.126

BENVOLIO
Away, begone; the sport is at the best.
Link: 1.5.127

ROMEO
Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
Link: 1.5.128

CAPULET
Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;
Link: 1.5.129
We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
Link: 1.5.130
Is it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all
Link: 1.5.131
I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.
Link: 1.5.132
More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed.
Link: 1.5.133
Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late:
Link: 1.5.134
I'll to my rest.
Link: 1.5.135

Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse

JULIET
Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?
Link: 1.5.136

Nurse
The son and heir of old Tiberio.
Link: 1.5.137

JULIET
What's he that now is going out of door?
Link: 1.5.138

Nurse
Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.
Link: 1.5.139

JULIET
What's he that follows there, that would not dance?
Link: 1.5.140

Nurse
I know not.
Link: 1.5.141

JULIET
Go ask his name: if he be married.
Link: 1.5.142
My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
Link: 1.5.143

Nurse
His name is Romeo, and a Montague;
Link: 1.5.144
The only son of your great enemy.
Link: 1.5.145

JULIET
My only love sprung from my only hate!
Link: 1.5.146
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Link: 1.5.147
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
Link: 1.5.148
That I must love a loathed enemy.
Link: 1.5.149

Nurse
What's this? what's this?
Link: 1.5.150

JULIET
A rhyme I learn'd even now
Link: 1.5.151
Of one I danced withal.
Link: 1.5.152

One calls within 'Juliet.'

Nurse
Anon, anon!
Link: 1.5.153
Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.
Link: 1.5.154

Exeunt

Act II

Act 2 of Romeo and Juliet begins with Romeo sneaking into the Capulet's orchard to see Juliet. He sees her on her balcony and declares his love for her. Juliet, who is also in love with Romeo, is overjoyed to hear his words and they exchange vows of love.

Their romantic moment is interrupted by Juliet's nurse who calls her back into the house. Romeo promises to meet Juliet the next day and they part ways.

Romeo then goes to see Friar Laurence, who agrees to marry the young couple in the hopes that it will end the feud between their families. Juliet sends her nurse to meet Romeo and find out when and where the wedding will take place.

Meanwhile, Tybalt, Juliet's cousin, discovers that Romeo was at the Capulet's party and vows to seek revenge. He sends a letter challenging Romeo to a duel.

When the nurse returns with the information about the wedding, Romeo and Juliet are overjoyed. They plan to get married later that day.

The act ends with the wedding ceremony taking place in secret with only Romeo, Juliet, Friar Laurence, and the nurse in attendance.

PROLOGUE

Enter Chorus

Chorus
Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
Link: 2.pro.1
And young affection gapes to be his heir;
Link: 2.pro.2
That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,
Link: 2.pro.3
With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.
Link: 2.pro.4
Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,
Link: 2.pro.5
Alike betwitched by the charm of looks,
Link: 2.pro.6
But to his foe supposed he must complain,
Link: 2.pro.7
And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:
Link: 2.pro.8
Being held a foe, he may not have access
Link: 2.pro.9
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
Link: 2.pro.10
And she as much in love, her means much less
Link: 2.pro.11
To meet her new-beloved any where:
Link: 2.pro.12
But passion lends them power, time means, to meet
Link: 2.pro.13
Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.
Link: 2.pro.14

Exit

SCENE I. A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard.

In Scene 1 of Act 2, Romeo sneaks into the Capulet's orchard to see Juliet again. He jumps over the Capulet's garden wall and hides in the orchard. While he is hiding, Romeo sees Juliet appear on her balcony and hears her talking about her love for him, even though she does not know he is listening. Romeo steps out of the shadows and declares his love for Juliet. Juliet is surprised but happy to see him. They exchange vows of love and plan to get married the next day.

During their conversation, Juliet is worried that something bad will happen to Romeo if he is caught in the Capulet's orchard. Romeo assures her that he is willing to risk everything for their love. Juliet then promises to send a messenger to Romeo the next day to tell him the time and place of their wedding.

As they say goodbye, Romeo jumps back over the garden wall, promising to return to Juliet the next day. Juliet is left alone on her balcony, watching Romeo disappear into the night. She expresses her love for Romeo and her fears that their families will never allow them to be together.

The scene ends with both Romeo and Juliet planning to secretly get married the next day, despite the feud between their families. Their love for each other is strong enough to overcome the obstacles that stand in their way.

Enter ROMEO

ROMEO
Can I go forward when my heart is here?
Link: 2.1.1
Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
Link: 2.1.2

He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it

Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO

BENVOLIO
Romeo! my cousin Romeo!
Link: 2.1.3

MERCUTIO
He is wise;
Link: 2.1.4
And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed.
Link: 2.1.5

BENVOLIO
He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:
Link: 2.1.6
Call, good Mercutio.
Link: 2.1.7

MERCUTIO
Nay, I'll conjure too.
Link: 2.1.8
Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!
Link: 2.1.9
Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh:
Link: 2.1.10
Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;
Link: 2.1.11
Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;'
Link: 2.1.12
Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
Link: 2.1.13
One nick-name for her purblind son and heir,
Link: 2.1.14
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,
Link: 2.1.15
When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!
Link: 2.1.16
He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;
Link: 2.1.17
The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.
Link: 2.1.18
I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
Link: 2.1.19
By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,
Link: 2.1.20
By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh
Link: 2.1.21
And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
Link: 2.1.22
That in thy likeness thou appear to us!
Link: 2.1.23

BENVOLIO
And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
Link: 2.1.24

MERCUTIO
This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him
Link: 2.1.25
To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle
Link: 2.1.26
Of some strange nature, letting it there stand
Link: 2.1.27
Till she had laid it and conjured it down;
Link: 2.1.28
That were some spite: my invocation
Link: 2.1.29
Is fair and honest, and in his mistress' name
Link: 2.1.30
I conjure only but to raise up him.
Link: 2.1.31

BENVOLIO
Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,
Link: 2.1.32
To be consorted with the humorous night:
Link: 2.1.33
Blind is his love and best befits the dark.
Link: 2.1.34

MERCUTIO
If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
Link: 2.1.35
Now will he sit under a medlar tree,
Link: 2.1.36
And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit
Link: 2.1.37
As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.
Link: 2.1.38
Romeo, that she were, O, that she were
Link: 2.1.39
An open et caetera, thou a poperin pear!
Link: 2.1.40
Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed;
Link: 2.1.41
This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:
Link: 2.1.42
Come, shall we go?
Link: 2.1.43

BENVOLIO
Go, then; for 'tis in vain
Link: 2.1.44
To seek him here that means not to be found.
Link: 2.1.45

Exeunt

SCENE II. Capulet's orchard.

In Scene 2 of Act 2, Romeo sneaks into the Capulet's orchard to see Juliet. He had been banished from Verona and is risking his life by being there. He sees Juliet on her balcony and listens to her soliloquy, where she expresses her love for him and wonders why he has to be a Montague, her family's enemy. Romeo interrupts her and they confess their love for each other. Juliet proposes that they get married the next day, and Romeo agrees to make the arrangements.

As they profess their love, the Nurse calls for Juliet, interrupting their conversation. Romeo promises to send a message the next day, and they say their goodbyes. Romeo leaves the orchard, but his happiness is short-lived as he encounters Tybalt, Juliet's cousin, who is looking for him. Tybalt challenges Romeo to a duel, but Romeo refuses, as he has just married into the Capulet family. Mercutio, Romeo's best friend, enters and fights with Tybalt. Romeo tries to intervene, but Tybalt fatally wounds Mercutio. In a fit of rage, Romeo kills Tybalt.

The scene ends with the Prince of Verona arriving and banishing Romeo from the city. The tragedy of the lovers' situation becomes clear as they are torn apart by their families' feud, leading to the deaths of several characters.

Enter ROMEO

ROMEO
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
Link: 2.2.1
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
Link: 2.2.2
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Link: 2.2.3
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Link: 2.2.4
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
Link: 2.2.5
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Link: 2.2.6
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Link: 2.2.7
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
Link: 2.2.8
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
Link: 2.2.9
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
Link: 2.2.10
O, that she knew she were!
Link: 2.2.11
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Link: 2.2.12
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
Link: 2.2.13
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Link: 2.2.14
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Link: 2.2.15
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
Link: 2.2.16
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
Link: 2.2.17
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
Link: 2.2.18
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
Link: 2.2.19
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Link: 2.2.20
Would through the airy region stream so bright
Link: 2.2.21
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
Link: 2.2.22
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
Link: 2.2.23
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
Link: 2.2.24
That I might touch that cheek!
Link: 2.2.25

JULIET

ROMEO
She speaks:
Link: 2.2.27
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
Link: 2.2.28
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
Link: 2.2.29
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Link: 2.2.30
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Link: 2.2.31
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
Link: 2.2.32
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
Link: 2.2.33
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Link: 2.2.34

JULIET
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Link: 2.2.35
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Link: 2.2.36
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
Link: 2.2.37
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Link: 2.2.38

ROMEO
(Aside) Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Link: 2.2.39

JULIET
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Link: 2.2.40
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
Link: 2.2.41
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Link: 2.2.42
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Link: 2.2.43
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
Link: 2.2.44
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
Link: 2.2.45
By any other name would smell as sweet;
Link: 2.2.46
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Link: 2.2.47
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Link: 2.2.48
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
Link: 2.2.49
And for that name which is no part of thee
Link: 2.2.50
Take all myself.
Link: 2.2.51

ROMEO
I take thee at thy word:
Link: 2.2.52
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Link: 2.2.53
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
Link: 2.2.54

JULIET
What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
Link: 2.2.55
So stumblest on my counsel?
Link: 2.2.56

ROMEO
By a name
Link: 2.2.57
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
Link: 2.2.58
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Link: 2.2.59
Because it is an enemy to thee;
Link: 2.2.60
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
Link: 2.2.61

JULIET
My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
Link: 2.2.62
Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
Link: 2.2.63
Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
Link: 2.2.64

ROMEO
Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
Link: 2.2.65

JULIET
How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
Link: 2.2.66
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
Link: 2.2.67
And the place death, considering who thou art,
Link: 2.2.68
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Link: 2.2.69

ROMEO
With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;
Link: 2.2.70
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
Link: 2.2.71
And what love can do that dares love attempt;
Link: 2.2.72
Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.
Link: 2.2.73

JULIET
If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
Link: 2.2.74

ROMEO
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Link: 2.2.75
Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
Link: 2.2.76
And I am proof against their enmity.
Link: 2.2.77

JULIET
I would not for the world they saw thee here.
Link: 2.2.78

ROMEO
I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;
Link: 2.2.79
And but thou love me, let them find me here:
Link: 2.2.80
My life were better ended by their hate,
Link: 2.2.81
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
Link: 2.2.82

JULIET
By whose direction found'st thou out this place?
Link: 2.2.83

ROMEO
By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
Link: 2.2.84
He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
Link: 2.2.85
I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
Link: 2.2.86
As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,
Link: 2.2.87
I would adventure for such merchandise.
Link: 2.2.88

JULIET
Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
Link: 2.2.89
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
Link: 2.2.90
For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night
Link: 2.2.91
Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
Link: 2.2.92
What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!
Link: 2.2.93
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'
Link: 2.2.94
And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,
Link: 2.2.95
Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries
Link: 2.2.96
Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
Link: 2.2.97
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
Link: 2.2.98
Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
Link: 2.2.99
I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,
Link: 2.2.100
So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
Link: 2.2.101
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
Link: 2.2.102
And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:
Link: 2.2.103
But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
Link: 2.2.104
Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Link: 2.2.105
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
Link: 2.2.106
But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
Link: 2.2.107
My true love's passion: therefore pardon me,
Link: 2.2.108
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Link: 2.2.109
Which the dark night hath so discovered.
Link: 2.2.110

ROMEO
Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
Link: 2.2.111
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--
Link: 2.2.112

JULIET
O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
Link: 2.2.113
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Link: 2.2.114
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Link: 2.2.115

ROMEO
What shall I swear by?
Link: 2.2.116

JULIET
Do not swear at all;
Link: 2.2.117
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Link: 2.2.118
Which is the god of my idolatry,
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And I'll believe thee.
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ROMEO
If my heart's dear love--
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JULIET
Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,
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I have no joy of this contract to-night:
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It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
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Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
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Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!
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This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
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May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
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Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
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Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
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ROMEO
O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
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JULIET
What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
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ROMEO
The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
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JULIET
I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
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And yet I would it were to give again.
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ROMEO
Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?
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JULIET
But to be frank, and give it thee again.
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And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
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My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
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My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
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The more I have, for both are infinite.
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I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
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Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
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Stay but a little, I will come again.
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Exit, above

ROMEO
O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
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Being in night, all this is but a dream,
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Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
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Re-enter JULIET, above

JULIET
Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
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If that thy bent of love be honourable,
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Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,
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By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
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Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
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And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
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And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
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Nurse
(Within) Madam!
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JULIET
I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well,
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I do beseech thee--
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Nurse
(Within) Madam!
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JULIET
By and by, I come:--
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To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:
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To-morrow will I send.
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ROMEO
So thrive my soul--
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JULIET
A thousand times good night!
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Exit, above

ROMEO
A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
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Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from
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their books,
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But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
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Retiring

Re-enter JULIET, above

JULIET
Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,
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To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
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Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
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Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
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And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
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With repetition of my Romeo's name.
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ROMEO
It is my soul that calls upon my name:
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How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
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Like softest music to attending ears!
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JULIET

ROMEO
My dear?
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JULIET
At what o'clock to-morrow
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Shall I send to thee?
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ROMEO
At the hour of nine.
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JULIET
I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.
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I have forgot why I did call thee back.
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ROMEO
Let me stand here till thou remember it.
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JULIET
I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
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Remembering how I love thy company.
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ROMEO
And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
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Forgetting any other home but this.
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JULIET
'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:
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And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
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Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
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Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
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And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
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So loving-jealous of his liberty.
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ROMEO
I would I were thy bird.
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JULIET
Sweet, so would I:
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Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
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Good night, good night! parting is such
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sweet sorrow,
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That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
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Exit above

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

SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell.

Scene 3 of Act 2 begins with Friar Lawrence in his cell, gathering herbs and flowers. He speaks about how plants can be both poisonous and medicinal, and compares them to human nature.

Romeo enters and tells the friar that he wants to marry Juliet. The friar is surprised, but agrees to perform the ceremony, hoping that it will end the feud between the Capulets and Montagues.

However, the friar cautions Romeo about the speed of his love, reminding him of his recent heartbreak over Rosaline. Romeo insists that his love for Juliet is true and asks the friar to marry them that same day.

The friar finally agrees, seeing an opportunity to bring peace to the warring families. He tells Romeo to go and invite Juliet to his cell, where they will be married in secret.

Romeo leaves to find Juliet, and the friar is left alone to contemplate the potential consequences of his actions.

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE, with a basket

FRIAR LAURENCE
The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
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Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light,
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And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels
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From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels:
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Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,
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The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry,
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I must up-fill this osier cage of ours
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With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.
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The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb;
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What is her burying grave that is her womb,
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And from her womb children of divers kind
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We sucking on her natural bosom find,
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Many for many virtues excellent,
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None but for some and yet all different.
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O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies
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In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:
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For nought so vile that on the earth doth live
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But to the earth some special good doth give,
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Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use
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Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
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Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
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And vice sometimes by action dignified.
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Within the infant rind of this small flower
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Poison hath residence and medicine power:
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For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;
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Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
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Two such opposed kings encamp them still
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In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will;
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And where the worser is predominant,
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Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.
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Enter ROMEO

ROMEO
Good morrow, father.
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FRIAR LAURENCE
Benedicite!
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What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
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Young son, it argues a distemper'd head
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So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:
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Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
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And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
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But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain
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Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign:
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Therefore thy earliness doth me assure
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Thou art up-roused by some distemperature;
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Or if not so, then here I hit it right,
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Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.
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ROMEO
That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine.
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FRIAR LAURENCE
God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline?
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ROMEO
With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;
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I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.
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FRIAR LAURENCE
That's my good son: but where hast thou been, then?
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ROMEO
I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.
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I have been feasting with mine enemy,
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Where on a sudden one hath wounded me,
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That's by me wounded: both our remedies
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Within thy help and holy physic lies:
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I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo,
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My intercession likewise steads my foe.
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FRIAR LAURENCE
Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;
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Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.
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ROMEO
Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set
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On the fair daughter of rich Capulet:
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As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;
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And all combined, save what thou must combine
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By holy marriage: when and where and how
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We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow,
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I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,
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That thou consent to marry us to-day.
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FRIAR LAURENCE
Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
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Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,
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So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies
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Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
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Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine
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Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!
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How much salt water thrown away in waste,
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To season love, that of it doth not taste!
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The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
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Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;
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Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
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Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet:
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If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine,
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Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline:
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And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then,
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Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.
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ROMEO
Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.
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FRIAR LAURENCE
For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.
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ROMEO
And bad'st me bury love.
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FRIAR LAURENCE
Not in a grave,
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To lay one in, another out to have.
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ROMEO
I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now
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Doth grace for grace and love for love allow;
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The other did not so.
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FRIAR LAURENCE
O, she knew well
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Thy love did read by rote and could not spell.
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But come, young waverer, come, go with me,
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In one respect I'll thy assistant be;
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For this alliance may so happy prove,
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To turn your households' rancour to pure love.
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ROMEO
O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.
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FRIAR LAURENCE
Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
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Exeunt

SCENE IV. A street.

In Scene 4 of Act 2, Romeo and his friends, Mercutio and Benvolio, are on their way to crash the Capulet's party. Romeo is still lovesick over Rosaline and is hesitant to go to the party, but Mercutio convinces him to come along and find someone else to love. As they walk, they discuss dreams and their meanings, with Mercutio giving a long, humorous speech about Queen Mab, the fairy who brings dreams to people.

As they approach the Capulet's house, Romeo has a sudden feeling of foreboding and says he fears that something bad will happen if they go. Mercutio mocks him and continues his joking banter until they are interrupted by a group of musicians who have been hired to play at the party. Mercutio teases them before they enter the house.

Meanwhile, Juliet's nurse is sent to find Romeo and deliver a message from Juliet. She encounters Romeo and his friends and asks for Romeo's name. Romeo reveals himself and the nurse tells him that Juliet loves him and is waiting for him. Romeo is overjoyed and tells the nurse to tell Juliet to come to Friar Laurence's cell that afternoon, where they will be married.

Mercutio and Benvolio are confused by Romeo's sudden change of heart, but he brushes off their questions and rushes off to make preparations for the wedding. The scene ends with Mercutio and Benvolio joking about Romeo's love life and their plans to continue partying.

Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO

MERCUTIO
Where the devil should this Romeo be?
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Came he not home to-night?
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BENVOLIO
Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.
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MERCUTIO
Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline.
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Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.
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BENVOLIO
Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,
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Hath sent a letter to his father's house.
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MERCUTIO
A challenge, on my life.
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BENVOLIO
Romeo will answer it.
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MERCUTIO
Any man that can write may answer a letter.
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BENVOLIO
Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he
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dares, being dared.
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MERCUTIO
Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead; stabbed with a
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white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a
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love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the
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blind bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man to
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encounter Tybalt?
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BENVOLIO
Why, what is Tybalt?
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MERCUTIO
More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is
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the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as
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you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and
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proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and
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the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk
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button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the
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very first house, of the first and second cause:
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ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the
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BENVOLIO
The what?
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MERCUTIO
The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting
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fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! 'By Jesu,
Link: 2.4.30
a very good blade! a very tall man! a very good
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whore!' Why, is not this a lamentable thing,
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grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with
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these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these
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perdona-mi's, who stand so much on the new form,
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that they cannot at ease on the old bench? O, their
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bones, their bones!
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Enter ROMEO

BENVOLIO
Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.
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MERCUTIO
Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh,
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how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers
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that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a
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kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to
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be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy;
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Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey
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eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior
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Romeo, bon jour! there's a French salutation
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to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit
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fairly last night.
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ROMEO
Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?
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MERCUTIO
The ship, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?
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ROMEO
Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in
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such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
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MERCUTIO
That's as much as to say, such a case as yours
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constrains a man to bow in the hams.
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ROMEO
Meaning, to court'sy.
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MERCUTIO
Thou hast most kindly hit it.
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ROMEO
A most courteous exposition.
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MERCUTIO
Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
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ROMEO
Pink for flower.
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MERCUTIO

ROMEO
Why, then is my pump well flowered.
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MERCUTIO
Well said: follow me this jest now till thou hast
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worn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it
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is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular.
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ROMEO
O single-soled jest, solely singular for the
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singleness.
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MERCUTIO
Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint.
Link: 2.4.67

ROMEO
Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match.
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MERCUTIO
Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have
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done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of
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thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five:
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was I with you there for the goose?
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ROMEO
Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast
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not there for the goose.
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MERCUTIO
I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.
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ROMEO
Nay, good goose, bite not.
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MERCUTIO
Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most
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sharp sauce.
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ROMEO
And is it not well served in to a sweet goose?
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MERCUTIO
O here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an
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inch narrow to an ell broad!
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ROMEO
I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added
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to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.
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MERCUTIO
Why, is not this better now than groaning for love?
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now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art
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thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:
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for this drivelling love is like a great natural,
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that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole.
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BENVOLIO
Stop there, stop there.
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MERCUTIO
Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.
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BENVOLIO
Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.
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MERCUTIO
O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short:
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for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and
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meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer.
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ROMEO
Here's goodly gear!
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Enter Nurse and PETER

MERCUTIO
A sail, a sail!
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BENVOLIO
Two, two; a shirt and a smock.
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Nurse

PETER

Nurse
My fan, Peter.
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MERCUTIO
Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the
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fairer face.
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Nurse
God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
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MERCUTIO
God ye good den, fair gentlewoman.
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Nurse
Is it good den?
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MERCUTIO
'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the
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dial is now upon the prick of noon.
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Nurse
Out upon you! what a man are you!
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ROMEO
One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to
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Nurse
By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,'
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quoth a'? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I
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may find the young Romeo?
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ROMEO
I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when
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you have found him than he was when you sought him:
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I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.
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Nurse
You say well.
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MERCUTIO
Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith;
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wisely, wisely.
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Nurse
if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with
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BENVOLIO
She will indite him to some supper.
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MERCUTIO
A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! so ho!
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ROMEO
What hast thou found?
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MERCUTIO
No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie,
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that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.
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An old hare hoar,
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And an old hare hoar,
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Is very good meat in lent
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But a hare that is hoar
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Is too much for a score,
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When it hoars ere it be spent.
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Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll
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to dinner, thither.
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ROMEO
I will follow you.
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MERCUTIO
Farewell, ancient lady; farewell,
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'lady, lady, lady.'
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Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO

Nurse
Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucy
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merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?
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ROMEO
A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk,
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and will speak more in a minute than he will stand
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to in a month.
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Nurse
An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him
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down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such
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Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall.
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Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am
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none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by
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too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?
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PETER
I saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weapon
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should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare
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draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a
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good quarrel, and the law on my side.
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Nurse
Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about
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me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word:
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and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you
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out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself:
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but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into
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a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross
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kind of behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman
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is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double
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with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered
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to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.
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ROMEO
Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I
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protest unto thee--
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Nurse
Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much:
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Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman.
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ROMEO
What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me.
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Nurse
I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as
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I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.
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ROMEO
Bid her devise
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Some means to come to shrift this afternoon;
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And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell
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Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains.
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Nurse
No truly sir; not a penny.
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ROMEO
Go to; I say you shall.
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Nurse
This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there.
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ROMEO
And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall:
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Within this hour my man shall be with thee
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And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair;
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Which to the high top-gallant of my joy
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Must be my convoy in the secret night.
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Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains:
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Farewell; commend me to thy mistress.
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Nurse
Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir.
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ROMEO
What say'st thou, my dear nurse?
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Nurse
Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say,
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Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
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ROMEO
I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel.
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NURSE
Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady--Lord,
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Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing:--O, there
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is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain
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lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief
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see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her
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sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer
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man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks
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as pale as any clout in the versal world. Doth not
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rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?
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ROMEO
Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R.
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Nurse
Ah. mocker! that's the dog's name; R is for
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the--No; I know it begins with some other
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letter:--and she hath the prettiest sententious of
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it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good
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to hear it.
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ROMEO
Commend me to thy lady.
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Nurse
Ay, a thousand times.
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PETER

Nurse
Peter, take my fan, and go before and apace.
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Exeunt

SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.

Scene 5 of Act 2 of this play begins with Juliet eagerly awaiting the arrival of Romeo. She expresses her impatience and anxiety, fearing that something may have happened to him.

When Romeo finally arrives, they exchange passionate words and kisses. Juliet warns Romeo that if her kinsmen find him there, they will kill him. Romeo reassures her that he is willing to risk his life to be with her.

The Nurse interrupts their conversation, reminding Juliet of her mother's impending arrival. Romeo asks the Nurse who Juliet's mother is, to which the Nurse responds that she is the Lady of the house. Romeo realizes that Juliet is a Capulet, and is shocked and devastated.

Juliet begs Romeo to deny his family name and swear his love to her. He agrees and they plan to be married the next day, with the help of the Nurse. The scene ends with Romeo leaving Juliet's balcony, promising to send word of their wedding plans.

Enter JULIET

JULIET
The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;
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In half an hour she promised to return.
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Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so.
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O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts,
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Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
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Driving back shadows over louring hills:
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Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
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And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
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Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
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Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve
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Is three long hours, yet she is not come.
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Had she affections and warm youthful blood,
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She would be as swift in motion as a ball;
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My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
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And his to me:
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But old folks, many feign as they were dead;
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Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
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O God, she comes!
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O honey nurse, what news?
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Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.
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Nurse
Peter, stay at the gate.
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Exit PETER

JULIET
Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad?
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Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;
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If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news
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By playing it to me with so sour a face.
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Nurse
I am a-weary, give me leave awhile:
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Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had!
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JULIET
I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news:
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Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak.
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Nurse
Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile?
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Do you not see that I am out of breath?
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JULIET
How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath
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To say to me that thou art out of breath?
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The excuse that thou dost make in this delay
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Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.
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Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that;
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Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:
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Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad?
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Nurse
Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not
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how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his
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face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels
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all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body,
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though they be not to be talked on, yet they are
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past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy,
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but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy
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ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home?
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JULIET
No, no: but all this did I know before.
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What says he of our marriage? what of that?
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Nurse
Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I!
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It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
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My back o' t' other side,--O, my back, my back!
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Beshrew your heart for sending me about,
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To catch my death with jaunting up and down!
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JULIET
I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.
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Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?
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Nurse
Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a
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courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I
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warrant, a virtuous,--Where is your mother?
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JULIET
Where is my mother! why, she is within;
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Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest!
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'Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
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Where is your mother?'
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Nurse
O God's lady dear!
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Are you so hot? marry, come up, I trow;
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Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
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Henceforward do your messages yourself.
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JULIET
Here's such a coil! come, what says Romeo?
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Nurse
Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?
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JULIET
I have.
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Nurse
Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell;
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There stays a husband to make you a wife:
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Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
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They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.
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Hie you to church; I must another way,
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To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
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Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark:
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I am the drudge and toil in your delight,
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But you shall bear the burden soon at night.
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Go; I'll to dinner: hie you to the cell.
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JULIET
Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell.
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Exeunt

SCENE VI. Friar Laurence's cell.

Scene 6 of Act 2 takes place in Friar Laurence's cell. Romeo enters and the Friar asks why he is up so early. Romeo tells him that he hasn't slept and that he wants to marry Juliet. The Friar is surprised by Romeo's sudden change of heart, as he was just in love with Rosaline. Romeo explains that his love for Juliet is different and that he wants to marry her that day.

The Friar agrees to marry them, hoping that it will end the feud between the Capulets and the Montagues. He warns Romeo about the dangers of sudden love and urges him to love moderately. Romeo assures the Friar that his love for Juliet is genuine and that he will do anything to make her his wife.

Juliet enters and the Friar tells her that Romeo wants to marry her. Juliet is overjoyed and the Friar agrees to perform the ceremony. He tells them that they must love each other truly, because if they don't, their marriage will only lead to more tragedy. Romeo and Juliet exchange vows and the Friar pronounces them husband and wife.

The scene ends with the Friar warning Romeo to be careful and keep his love for Juliet a secret. He also tells them to go to Romeo's chamber and consummate their marriage, but to be careful not to be caught.

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO

FRIAR LAURENCE
So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
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That after hours with sorrow chide us not!
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ROMEO
Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
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It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
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That one short minute gives me in her sight:
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Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
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Then love-devouring death do what he dare;
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It is enough I may but call her mine.
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FRIAR LAURENCE
These violent delights have violent ends
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And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
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Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey
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Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
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And in the taste confounds the appetite:
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Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
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Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
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Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot
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Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint:
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A lover may bestride the gossamer
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That idles in the wanton summer air,
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And yet not fall; so light is vanity.
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JULIET
Good even to my ghostly confessor.
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FRIAR LAURENCE
Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
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JULIET
As much to him, else is his thanks too much.
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ROMEO
Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
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Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more
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To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
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This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue
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Unfold the imagined happiness that both
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Receive in either by this dear encounter.
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JULIET
Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
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Brags of his substance, not of ornament:
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They are but beggars that can count their worth;
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But my true love is grown to such excess
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I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
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FRIAR LAURENCE
Come, come with me, and we will make short work;
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For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone
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Till holy church incorporate two in one.
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Exeunt

Act III

Act 3 of Romeo and Juliet opens with the famous balcony scene where Romeo confesses his love to Juliet. They promise to marry the next day and Romeo leaves to make arrangements. As he is leaving, Juliet expresses her fear that they may never see each other again.

The scene then shifts to the marketplace where Tybalt, Juliet's cousin, confronts Romeo. In the ensuing fight, Romeo kills Tybalt and is banished from Verona. The Prince of Verona declares that if Romeo is found in the city, he will be killed.

Meanwhile, Juliet is torn between her love for Romeo and her loyalty to her family. The Nurse tells her that Romeo has killed Tybalt and has been banished. Juliet is devastated and begs the Nurse to find Romeo and bring him to her.

Romeo hides in Friar Lawrence's cell, where the Friar devises a plan for Romeo and Juliet to be reunited. Juliet's parents, unaware of her marriage to Romeo, plan to have her marry Paris. Juliet refuses, and her father threatens to disown her if she does not obey him. The Nurse advises Juliet to marry Paris, but Juliet goes to Friar Lawrence for help.

The Friar gives Juliet a potion that will make her appear dead for 42 hours. The plan is for her to be placed in the Capulet tomb, and for Romeo to come and take her away when she awakens. The Friar sends a letter to Romeo explaining the plan, but the letter does not reach him.

The act ends with Juliet taking the potion, unsure if she will wake up or not.

SCENE I. A public place.

Scene 1 of Act 3 begins with Mercutio and Benvolio talking on the streets of Verona. They are discussing the heat and how it can make people restless and prone to violence. As they are talking, Tybalt enters the scene looking for Romeo. He confronts Mercutio and Benvolio, but they refuse to fight him.

Romeo then enters the scene, and Tybalt challenges him to a duel. Romeo initially refuses to fight because he just married Juliet and is now related to Tybalt through marriage. Mercutio then steps in and fights Tybalt. During the fight, Romeo attempts to intervene and stop them, but Tybalt stabs Mercutio. Mercutio dies, cursing both the Montagues and the Capulets.

Enraged by his friend's death, Romeo then fights and kills Tybalt. He immediately regrets his actions, knowing that it will only make things worse for him and Juliet. The scene ends with the Prince of Verona arriving and banishing Romeo from the city for his crime.

Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants

BENVOLIO
I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:
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The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,
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And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;
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For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
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MERCUTIO
Thou art like one of those fellows that when he
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enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword
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upon the table and says 'God send me no need of
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thee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws
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it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.
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BENVOLIO
Am I like such a fellow?
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MERCUTIO
Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as
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any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as
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soon moody to be moved.
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BENVOLIO
And what to?
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MERCUTIO
Nay, an there were two such, we should have none
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shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why,
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thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more,
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or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou
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wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no
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other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what
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eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?
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Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of
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meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as
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an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a
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man for coughing in the street, because he hath
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wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun:
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didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing
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his new doublet before Easter? with another, for
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tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou
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wilt tutor me from quarrelling!
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BENVOLIO
An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man
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should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.
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MERCUTIO
The fee-simple! O simple!
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BENVOLIO
By my head, here come the Capulets.
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MERCUTIO
By my heel, I care not.
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Enter TYBALT and others

TYBALT
Follow me close, for I will speak to them.
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Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.
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MERCUTIO
And but one word with one of us? couple it with
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something; make it a word and a blow.
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TYBALT
You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you
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will give me occasion.
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MERCUTIO
Could you not take some occasion without giving?
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TYBALT
Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,--
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MERCUTIO
Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an
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thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but
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discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall
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make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!
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BENVOLIO
We talk here in the public haunt of men:
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Either withdraw unto some private place,
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And reason coldly of your grievances,
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Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.
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MERCUTIO
Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;
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I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
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Enter ROMEO

TYBALT
Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.
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MERCUTIO
But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery:
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Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower;
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Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.'
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TYBALT
Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford
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No better term than this,--thou art a villain.
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ROMEO
Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
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Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
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To such a greeting: villain am I none;
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Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.
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TYBALT
Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
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That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.
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ROMEO
I do protest, I never injured thee,
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But love thee better than thou canst devise,
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Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:
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And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender
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As dearly as my own,--be satisfied.
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MERCUTIO
O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!
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Alla stoccata carries it away.
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Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?
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TYBALT
What wouldst thou have with me?
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MERCUTIO
Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine
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lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you
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shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the
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eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher
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by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your
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ears ere it be out.
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TYBALT
I am for you.
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Drawing

ROMEO
Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
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MERCUTIO
Come, sir, your passado.
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They fight

ROMEO
Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.
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Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage!
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Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath
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Forbidden bandying in Verona streets:
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Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio!
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TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies with his followers

MERCUTIO
I am hurt.
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A plague o' both your houses! I am sped.
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Is he gone, and hath nothing?
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BENVOLIO
What, art thou hurt?
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MERCUTIO
Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.
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Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.
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Exit Page

ROMEO
Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
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MERCUTIO
No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a
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church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for
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me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I
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am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o'
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both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a
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cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a
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rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of
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arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I
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was hurt under your arm.
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ROMEO
I thought all for the best.
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MERCUTIO
Help me into some house, Benvolio,
Link: 3.1.106
Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses!
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They have made worms' meat of me: I have it,
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And soundly too: your houses!
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Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO

ROMEO
This gentleman, the prince's near ally,
Link: 3.1.110
My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
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In my behalf; my reputation stain'd
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With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour
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Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet,
Link: 3.1.114
Thy beauty hath made me effeminate
Link: 3.1.115
And in my temper soften'd valour's steel!
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Re-enter BENVOLIO

BENVOLIO
O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!
Link: 3.1.117
That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,
Link: 3.1.118
Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
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ROMEO
This day's black fate on more days doth depend;
Link: 3.1.120
This but begins the woe, others must end.
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BENVOLIO
Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
Link: 3.1.122

ROMEO
Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!
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Away to heaven, respective lenity,
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And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!
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Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,
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That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul
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Is but a little way above our heads,
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Staying for thine to keep him company:
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Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.
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TYBALT
Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
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Shalt with him hence.
Link: 3.1.132

ROMEO
This shall determine that.
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They fight; TYBALT falls

BENVOLIO
Romeo, away, be gone!
Link: 3.1.134
The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.
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Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death,
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If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!
Link: 3.1.137

ROMEO
O, I am fortune's fool!
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BENVOLIO
Why dost thou stay?
Link: 3.1.139

Exit ROMEO

Enter Citizens, c

First Citizen
Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?
Link: 3.1.140
Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?
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BENVOLIO
There lies that Tybalt.
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First Citizen
Up, sir, go with me;
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I charge thee in the princes name, obey.
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Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives, and others

PRINCE
Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
Link: 3.1.145

BENVOLIO
O noble prince, I can discover all
Link: 3.1.146
The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:
Link: 3.1.147
There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,
Link: 3.1.148
That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
Link: 3.1.149

LADY CAPULET
Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child!
Link: 3.1.150
O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt
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O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,
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For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.
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O cousin, cousin!
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PRINCE
Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?
Link: 3.1.155

BENVOLIO
Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;
Link: 3.1.156
Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink
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How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal
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Your high displeasure: all this uttered
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With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,
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Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
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Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts
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With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast,
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Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point,
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And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats
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Cold death aside, and with the other sends
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It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity,
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Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,
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'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than
Link: 3.1.169
his tongue,
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His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
Link: 3.1.171
And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm
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An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
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Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;
Link: 3.1.174
But by and by comes back to Romeo,
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Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,
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And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I
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Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain.
Link: 3.1.178
And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.
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This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
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LADY CAPULET
He is a kinsman to the Montague;
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Affection makes him false; he speaks not true:
Link: 3.1.182
Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,
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And all those twenty could but kill one life.
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I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;
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Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.
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PRINCE
Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
Link: 3.1.187
Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
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MONTAGUE
Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend;
Link: 3.1.189
His fault concludes but what the law should end,
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The life of Tybalt.
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PRINCE
And for that offence
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Immediately we do exile him hence:
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I have an interest in your hate's proceeding,
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My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;
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But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine
Link: 3.1.196
That you shall all repent the loss of mine:
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I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;
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Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses:
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Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste,
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Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.
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Bear hence this body and attend our will:
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Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
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Exeunt

SCENE II. Capulet's orchard.

In Scene 2 of Act 3, the main character Romeo sneaks into the Capulet's orchard to see his beloved Juliet. He is interrupted by Juliet's nurse who is looking for her. Romeo speaks to the nurse and she tells him that Juliet is planning to come to Friar Lawrence's cell later that day to marry him. Romeo is overjoyed and promises to meet Juliet at the cell to marry her that day. Juliet appears on the balcony and Romeo declares his love for her. Juliet is hesitant at first, but eventually agrees to marry Romeo. They each vow their love for one another and Romeo departs, promising to return later that day to marry Juliet.

Enter JULIET

JULIET
Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Link: 3.2.1
Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner
Link: 3.2.2
As Phaethon would whip you to the west,
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And bring in cloudy night immediately.
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Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,
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That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo
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Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.
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Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
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By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,
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It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,
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Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
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And learn me how to lose a winning match,
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Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:
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Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,
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With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold,
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Think true love acted simple modesty.
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Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
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For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
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Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
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Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
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Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
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Take him and cut him out in little stars,
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And he will make the face of heaven so fine
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That all the world will be in love with night
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And pay no worship to the garish sun.
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O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
Link: 3.2.26
But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold,
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Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day
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As is the night before some festival
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To an impatient child that hath new robes
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And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,
Link: 3.2.31
And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks
Link: 3.2.32
But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.
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Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords
Link: 3.2.34
That Romeo bid thee fetch?
Link: 3.2.35

Nurse
Ay, ay, the cords.
Link: 3.2.36

Throws them down

JULIET
Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?
Link: 3.2.37

Nurse
Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead!
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We are undone, lady, we are undone!
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Alack the day! he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead!
Link: 3.2.40

JULIET
Can heaven be so envious?
Link: 3.2.41

Nurse
Romeo can,
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Though heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo!
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Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!
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JULIET
What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?
Link: 3.2.45
This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
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Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but 'I,'
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And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more
Link: 3.2.48
Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice:
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I am not I, if there be such an I;
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Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.'
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If he be slain, say 'I'; or if not, no:
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Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe.
Link: 3.2.53

Nurse
I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,--
Link: 3.2.54
God save the mark!--here on his manly breast:
Link: 3.2.55
A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;
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Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,
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All in gore-blood; I swounded at the sight.
Link: 3.2.58

JULIET
O, break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once!
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To prison, eyes, ne'er look on liberty!
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Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here;
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And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!
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Nurse
O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!
Link: 3.2.63
O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!
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That ever I should live to see thee dead!
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JULIET
What storm is this that blows so contrary?
Link: 3.2.66
Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead?
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My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord?
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Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!
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For who is living, if those two are gone?
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Nurse
Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;
Link: 3.2.71
Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.
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JULIET
O God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?
Link: 3.2.73

Nurse
It did, it did; alas the day, it did!
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JULIET
O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
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Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
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Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
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Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb!
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Despised substance of divinest show!
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Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,
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A damned saint, an honourable villain!
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O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell,
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When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend
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In moral paradise of such sweet flesh?
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Was ever book containing such vile matter
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So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell
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In such a gorgeous palace!
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Nurse
There's no trust,
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No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured,
Link: 3.2.89
All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.
Link: 3.2.90
Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitae:
Link: 3.2.91
These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.
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Shame come to Romeo!
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JULIET
Blister'd be thy tongue
Link: 3.2.94
For such a wish! he was not born to shame:
Link: 3.2.95
Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit;
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For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd
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Sole monarch of the universal earth.
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O, what a beast was I to chide at him!
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Nurse
Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?
Link: 3.2.100

JULIET
Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
Link: 3.2.101
Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,
Link: 3.2.102
When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?
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But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?
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That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband:
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Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;
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Your tributary drops belong to woe,
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Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.
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My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain;
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And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband:
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All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?
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Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death,
Link: 3.2.112
That murder'd me: I would forget it fain;
Link: 3.2.113
But, O, it presses to my memory,
Link: 3.2.114
Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds:
Link: 3.2.115
'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo--banished;'
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That 'banished,' that one word 'banished,'
Link: 3.2.117
Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death
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Was woe enough, if it had ended there:
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Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship
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And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,
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Why follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,'
Link: 3.2.122
Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,
Link: 3.2.123
Which modern lamentations might have moved?
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But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death,
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'Romeo is banished,' to speak that word,
Link: 3.2.126
Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
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All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banished!'
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There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
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In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.
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Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?
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Nurse
Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:
Link: 3.2.132
Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.
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JULIET
Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent,
Link: 3.2.134
When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.
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Take up those cords: poor ropes, you are beguiled,
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Both you and I; for Romeo is exiled:
Link: 3.2.137
He made you for a highway to my bed;
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But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.
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Come, cords, come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed;
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And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!
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Nurse
Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo
Link: 3.2.142
To comfort you: I wot well where he is.
Link: 3.2.143
Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night:
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I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell.
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JULIET
O, find him! give this ring to my true knight,
Link: 3.2.146
And bid him come to take his last farewell.
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Exeunt

SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell.

Scene 3 of Act 3 in this play begins with Friar Laurence entering his cell with a basket of flowers. He reflects on how every plant has its own good and bad qualities, just like people. Romeo arrives, and the friar is surprised to see him so early in the morning. Romeo tells him that he has spent the night with Juliet and asks the friar to marry them. The friar is shocked but agrees to the marriage in the hopes that it will end the feud between the Capulets and Montagues.

However, the friar also warns Romeo to take things slowly and not to act impulsively. He tells Romeo that he should love Juliet in moderation and not let his passion consume him. He also tells Romeo that he will send a message to him after the wedding so that he can come and consummate the marriage with Juliet.

Just as the friar is about to leave to prepare for the wedding, Juliet's nurse enters the cell. She tells Romeo that Juliet is waiting for him and that the wedding will take place that afternoon. After the nurse leaves, the friar warns Romeo once again not to let his passion control him and to act wisely and prudently in all matters. Romeo agrees and leaves to prepare for the wedding.

This scene sets up the rest of the play, as the friar's warnings go unheeded and Romeo and Juliet's passion ultimately leads to their tragic end. It also highlights the themes of love, passion, and the conflict between reason and emotion that run throughout the play.

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE

FRIAR LAURENCE
Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man:
Link: 3.3.1
Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,
Link: 3.3.2
And thou art wedded to calamity.
Link: 3.3.3

Enter ROMEO

ROMEO
Father, what news? what is the prince's doom?
Link: 3.3.4
What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,
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That I yet know not?
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FRIAR LAURENCE
Too familiar
Link: 3.3.7
Is my dear son with such sour company:
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I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.
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ROMEO
What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom?
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FRIAR LAURENCE
A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips,
Link: 3.3.11
Not body's death, but body's banishment.
Link: 3.3.12

ROMEO
Ha, banishment! be merciful, say 'death;'
Link: 3.3.13
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Link: 3.3.14
Much more than death: do not say 'banishment.'
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FRIAR LAURENCE
Hence from Verona art thou banished:
Link: 3.3.16
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
Link: 3.3.17

ROMEO
There is no world without Verona walls,
Link: 3.3.18
But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
Link: 3.3.19
Hence-banished is banish'd from the world,
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And world's exile is death: then banished,
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Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment,
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Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe,
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And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.
Link: 3.3.24

FRIAR LAURENCE
O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
Link: 3.3.25
Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince,
Link: 3.3.26
Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,
Link: 3.3.27
And turn'd that black word death to banishment:
Link: 3.3.28
This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.
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ROMEO
'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,
Link: 3.3.30
Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog
Link: 3.3.31
And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
Link: 3.3.32
Live here in heaven and may look on her;
Link: 3.3.33
But Romeo may not: more validity,
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More honourable state, more courtship lives
Link: 3.3.35
In carrion-flies than Romeo: they my seize
Link: 3.3.36
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand
Link: 3.3.37
And steal immortal blessing from her lips,
Link: 3.3.38
Who even in pure and vestal modesty,
Link: 3.3.39
Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;
Link: 3.3.40
But Romeo may not; he is banished:
Link: 3.3.41
Flies may do this, but I from this must fly:
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They are free men, but I am banished.
Link: 3.3.43
And say'st thou yet that exile is not death?
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Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife,
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No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,
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But 'banished' to kill me?--'banished'?
Link: 3.3.47
O friar, the damned use that word in hell;
Link: 3.3.48
Howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart,
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Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
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A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,
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To mangle me with that word 'banished'?
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FRIAR LAURENCE
Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.
Link: 3.3.53

ROMEO
O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.
Link: 3.3.54

FRIAR LAURENCE
I'll give thee armour to keep off that word:
Link: 3.3.55
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
Link: 3.3.56
To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
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ROMEO
Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy!
Link: 3.3.58
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
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Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom,
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It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more.
Link: 3.3.61

FRIAR LAURENCE
O, then I see that madmen have no ears.
Link: 3.3.62

ROMEO
How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?
Link: 3.3.63

FRIAR LAURENCE
Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.
Link: 3.3.64

ROMEO
Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:
Link: 3.3.65
Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
Link: 3.3.66
An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,
Link: 3.3.67
Doting like me and like me banished,
Link: 3.3.68
Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,
Link: 3.3.69
And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
Link: 3.3.70
Taking the measure of an unmade grave.
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Knocking within

FRIAR LAURENCE
Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.
Link: 3.3.72

ROMEO
Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans,
Link: 3.3.73
Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes.
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Knocking

FRIAR LAURENCE
Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, arise;
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Thou wilt be taken. Stay awhile! Stand up;
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Run to my study. By and by! God's will,
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What simpleness is this! I come, I come!
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Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will?
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Nurse
(Within) Let me come in, and you shall know
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my errand;
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I come from Lady Juliet.
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FRIAR LAURENCE
Welcome, then.
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Enter Nurse

Nurse
O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,
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Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo?
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FRIAR LAURENCE
There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.
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Nurse
O, he is even in my mistress' case,
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Just in her case! O woful sympathy!
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Piteous predicament! Even so lies she,
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Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.
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Stand up, stand up; stand, and you be a man:
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For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;
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Why should you fall into so deep an O?
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ROMEO

Nurse
Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death's the end of all.
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ROMEO
Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her?
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Doth she not think me an old murderer,
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Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy
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With blood removed but little from her own?
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Where is she? and how doth she? and what says
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My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?
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Nurse
O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;
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And now falls on her bed; and then starts up,
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And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,
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And then down falls again.
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ROMEO
As if that name,
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Shot from the deadly level of a gun,
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Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand
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Murder'd her kinsman. O, tell me, friar, tell me,
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In what vile part of this anatomy
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Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack
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The hateful mansion.
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Drawing his sword

FRIAR LAURENCE
Hold thy desperate hand:
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Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art:
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Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote
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The unreasonable fury of a beast:
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Unseemly woman in a seeming man!
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Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!
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Thou hast amazed me: by my holy order,
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I thought thy disposition better temper'd.
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Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?
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And stay thy lady too that lives in thee,
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By doing damned hate upon thyself?
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Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth?
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Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet
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In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose.
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Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit;
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Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all,
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And usest none in that true use indeed
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Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit:
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Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,
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Digressing from the valour of a man;
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Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury,
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Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish;
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Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
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Misshapen in the conduct of them both,
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Like powder in a skitless soldier's flask,
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Is set afire by thine own ignorance,
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And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.
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What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
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For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;
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There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
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But thou slew'st Tybalt; there are thou happy too:
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The law that threaten'd death becomes thy friend
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And turns it to exile; there art thou happy:
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A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back;
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Happiness courts thee in her best array;
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But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,
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Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:
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Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
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Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
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Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her:
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But look thou stay not till the watch be set,
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For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
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Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time
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To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
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Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back
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With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
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Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.
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Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady;
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And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
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Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto:
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Romeo is coming.
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Nurse
O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night
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To hear good counsel: O, what learning is!
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My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.
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ROMEO
Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.
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Nurse
Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir:
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Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.
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Exit

ROMEO
How well my comfort is revived by this!
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FRIAR LAURENCE
Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state:
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Either be gone before the watch be set,
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Or by the break of day disguised from hence:
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Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
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And he shall signify from time to time
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Every good hap to you that chances here:
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Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night.
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ROMEO
But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
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It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell.
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Exeunt

SCENE IV. A room in Capulet's house.

In Scene 4 of Act 3, the Capulet family prepares for Juliet's wedding day. Lord Capulet sends the Nurse to wake Juliet up and help her get ready. The Nurse, however, finds Juliet seemingly dead in her bed and alerts the family. Chaos ensues as they mourn and prepare for a funeral instead of a wedding.

Lord Capulet and Lady Capulet are devastated by the news and blame everyone, including themselves, for not seeing the signs of Juliet's unhappiness. Friar Laurence arrives and tries to calm them down, reminding them that death is a natural part of life and that Juliet is now in a better place. He suggests that they should prepare for her burial instead of the wedding.

The scene ends with the Capulet family mourning the loss of Juliet, while Romeo learns of her death from his servant, Balthasar. Romeo decides to go to Verona to see Juliet one last time before he too dies.

Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS

CAPULET
Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily,
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That we have had no time to move our daughter:
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Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly,
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And so did I:--Well, we were born to die.
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'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night:
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I promise you, but for your company,
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I would have been a-bed an hour ago.
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PARIS
These times of woe afford no time to woo.
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Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.
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LADY CAPULET
I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;
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To-night she is mew'd up to her heaviness.
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CAPULET
Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
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Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled
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In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not.
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Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;
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Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love;
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And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next--
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But, soft! what day is this?
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PARIS
Monday, my lord,
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CAPULET
Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon,
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O' Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her,
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She shall be married to this noble earl.
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Will you be ready? do you like this haste?
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We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two;
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For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,
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It may be thought we held him carelessly,
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Being our kinsman, if we revel much:
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Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,
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And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?
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PARIS
My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.
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CAPULET
Well get you gone: o' Thursday be it, then.
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Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,
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Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.
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Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho!
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Afore me! it is so very very late,
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That we may call it early by and by.
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Good night.
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Exeunt

SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.

Scene 5 of Act 3 is a pivotal moment in the play. Romeo and Juliet, who have secretly married, spend their first and only night together before Romeo is banished from Verona. As dawn approaches, Juliet begs Romeo to stay, but he knows he must leave before he is discovered and killed.

The scene is filled with a sense of urgency and desperation as the young lovers try to hold onto their fleeting happiness. Juliet's words are filled with foreshadowing as she says, "Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low, / As one dead in the bottom of a tomb" (lines 55-56). Romeo, too, is filled with a sense of foreboding, saying, "More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!" (line 36).

Their parting is heartbreaking, with Romeo promising to send for Juliet once he is safe in another city. Juliet is left alone on stage, lamenting the cruel fate that has separated them.

Overall, Scene 5 of Act 3 is a poignant moment in the play that highlights the tragic nature of Romeo and Juliet's love. It is a reminder that their love is doomed from the start, and that no matter how hard they try, they cannot escape their fate.

Enter ROMEO and JULIET above, at the window

JULIET
Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
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It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
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That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
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Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:
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Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
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ROMEO
It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
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No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks
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Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:
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Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
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Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
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I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
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JULIET
Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I:
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It is some meteor that the sun exhales,
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To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
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And light thee on thy way to Mantua:
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Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone.
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ROMEO
Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;
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I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
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I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,
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'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;
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Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
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The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:
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I have more care to stay than will to go:
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Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
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How is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day.
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JULIET
It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away!
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It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
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Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
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Some say the lark makes sweet division;
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This doth not so, for she divideth us:
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Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes,
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O, now I would they had changed voices too!
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Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
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Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day,
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O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.
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ROMEO
More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!
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Enter Nurse, to the chamber

Nurse

JULIET

Nurse
Your lady mother is coming to your chamber:
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The day is broke; be wary, look about.
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Exit

JULIET
Then, window, let day in, and let life out.
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ROMEO
Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.
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He goeth down

JULIET
Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend!
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I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
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For in a minute there are many days:
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O, by this count I shall be much in years
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Ere I again behold my Romeo!
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ROMEO
Farewell!
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I will omit no opportunity
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That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
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JULIET
O think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
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ROMEO
I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve
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For sweet discourses in our time to come.
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JULIET
O God, I have an ill-divining soul!
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Methinks I see thee, now thou art below,
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As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:
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Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.
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ROMEO
And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:
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Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!
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Exit

JULIET
O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:
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If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him.
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That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune;
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For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
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But send him back.
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LADY CAPULET
(Within) Ho, daughter! are you up?
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JULIET
Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother?
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Is she not down so late, or up so early?
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What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither?
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Enter LADY CAPULET

LADY CAPULET
Why, how now, Juliet!
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JULIET
Madam, I am not well.
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LADY CAPULET
Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?
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What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
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An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;
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Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of love;
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But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
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JULIET
Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
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LADY CAPULET
So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
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Which you weep for.
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JULIET
Feeling so the loss,
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Cannot choose but ever weep the friend.
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LADY CAPULET
Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death,
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As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.
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JULIET
What villain madam?
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LADY CAPULET
That same villain, Romeo.
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JULIET
(Aside) Villain and he be many miles asunder.--
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God Pardon him! I do, with all my heart;
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And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.
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LADY CAPULET
That is, because the traitor murderer lives.
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JULIET
Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands:
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Would none but I might venge my cousin's death!
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LADY CAPULET
We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:
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Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,
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Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,
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Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram,
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That he shall soon keep Tybalt company:
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And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.
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JULIET
Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
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With Romeo, till I behold him--dead--
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Is my poor heart for a kinsman vex'd.
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Madam, if you could find out but a man
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To bear a poison, I would temper it;
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That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,
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Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors
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To hear him named, and cannot come to him.
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To wreak the love I bore my cousin
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Upon his body that slaughter'd him!
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LADY CAPULET
Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man.
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But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
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JULIET
And joy comes well in such a needy time:
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What are they, I beseech your ladyship?
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LADY CAPULET
Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;
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One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
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Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,
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That thou expect'st not nor I look'd not for.
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JULIET
Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
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LADY CAPULET
Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
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The gallant, young and noble gentleman,
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The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church,
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Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
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JULIET
Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too,
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He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
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I wonder at this haste; that I must wed
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Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo.
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I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
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I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear,
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It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
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Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!
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LADY CAPULET
Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,
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And see how he will take it at your hands.
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Enter CAPULET and Nurse

CAPULET
When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;
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But for the sunset of my brother's son
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It rains downright.
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How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears?
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Evermore showering? In one little body
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Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind;
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For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
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Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,
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Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;
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Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,
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Without a sudden calm, will overset
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Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife!
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Have you deliver'd to her our decree?
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LADY CAPULET
Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.
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I would the fool were married to her grave!
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CAPULET
Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife.
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How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?
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Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest,
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Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
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So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?
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JULIET
Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you have:
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Proud can I never be of what I hate;
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But thankful even for hate, that is meant love.
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CAPULET
How now, how now, chop-logic! What is this?
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'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not;'
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And yet 'not proud,' mistress minion, you,
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Thank me no thankings, nor, proud me no prouds,
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But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,
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To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church,
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Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
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Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage!
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You tallow-face!
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LADY CAPULET
Fie, fie! what, are you mad?
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JULIET
Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
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Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
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CAPULET
Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!
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I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday,
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Or never after look me in the face:
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Speak not, reply not, do not answer me;
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My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest
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That God had lent us but this only child;
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But now I see this one is one too much,
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And that we have a curse in having her:
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Out on her, hilding!
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Nurse
God in heaven bless her!
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You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
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CAPULET
And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,
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Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.
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Nurse
I speak no treason.
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CAPULET
O, God ye god-den.
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Nurse
May not one speak?
Link: 3.5.180

CAPULET
Peace, you mumbling fool!
Link: 3.5.181
Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl;
Link: 3.5.182
For here we need it not.
Link: 3.5.183

LADY CAPULET
You are too hot.
Link: 3.5.184

CAPULET
God's bread! it makes me mad:
Link: 3.5.185
Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,
Link: 3.5.186
Alone, in company, still my care hath been
Link: 3.5.187
To have her match'd: and having now provided
Link: 3.5.188
A gentleman of noble parentage,
Link: 3.5.189
Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,
Link: 3.5.190
Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts,
Link: 3.5.191
Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man;
Link: 3.5.192
And then to have a wretched puling fool,
Link: 3.5.193
A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,
Link: 3.5.194
To answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love,
Link: 3.5.195
I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.'
Link: 3.5.196
But, as you will not wed, I'll pardon you:
Link: 3.5.197
Graze where you will you shall not house with me:
Link: 3.5.198
Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.
Link: 3.5.199
Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise:
Link: 3.5.200
An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;
Link: 3.5.201
And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in
Link: 3.5.202
the streets,
Link: 3.5.203
For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,
Link: 3.5.204
Nor what is mine shall never do thee good:
Link: 3.5.205
Trust to't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn.
Link: 3.5.206

Exit

JULIET
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
Link: 3.5.207
That sees into the bottom of my grief?
Link: 3.5.208
O, sweet my mother, cast me not away!
Link: 3.5.209
Delay this marriage for a month, a week;
Link: 3.5.210
Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
Link: 3.5.211
In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
Link: 3.5.212

LADY CAPULET
Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word:
Link: 3.5.213
Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
Link: 3.5.214

Exit

JULIET
O God!--O nurse, how shall this be prevented?
Link: 3.5.215
My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
Link: 3.5.216
How shall that faith return again to earth,
Link: 3.5.217
Unless that husband send it me from heaven
Link: 3.5.218
By leaving earth? comfort me, counsel me.
Link: 3.5.219
Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems
Link: 3.5.220
Upon so soft a subject as myself!
Link: 3.5.221
What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy?
Link: 3.5.222
Some comfort, nurse.
Link: 3.5.223

Nurse
Faith, here it is.
Link: 3.5.224
Romeo is banish'd; and all the world to nothing,
Link: 3.5.225
That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;
Link: 3.5.226
Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
Link: 3.5.227
Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
Link: 3.5.228
I think it best you married with the county.
Link: 3.5.229
O, he's a lovely gentleman!
Link: 3.5.230
Romeo's a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam,
Link: 3.5.231
Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye
Link: 3.5.232
As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
Link: 3.5.233
I think you are happy in this second match,
Link: 3.5.234
For it excels your first: or if it did not,
Link: 3.5.235
Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were,
Link: 3.5.236
As living here and you no use of him.
Link: 3.5.237

JULIET
Speakest thou from thy heart?
Link: 3.5.238

Nurse
And from my soul too;
Link: 3.5.239
Or else beshrew them both.
Link: 3.5.240

JULIET

Nurse

JULIET
Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.
Link: 3.5.243
Go in: and tell my lady I am gone,
Link: 3.5.244
Having displeased my father, to Laurence' cell,
Link: 3.5.245
To make confession and to be absolved.
Link: 3.5.246

Nurse
Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.
Link: 3.5.247

Exit

JULIET
Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
Link: 3.5.248
Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
Link: 3.5.249
Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
Link: 3.5.250
Which she hath praised him with above compare
Link: 3.5.251
So many thousand times? Go, counsellor;
Link: 3.5.252
Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
Link: 3.5.253
I'll to the friar, to know his remedy:
Link: 3.5.254
If all else fail, myself have power to die.
Link: 3.5.255

Exit

Act IV

In Act 4 of Romeo and Juliet, Paris visits Friar Laurence to arrange his marriage to Juliet. However, Juliet arrives and confesses to the Friar that she cannot marry Paris as she is already married to Romeo. The Friar then comes up with a plan to reunite the two lovers. He gives Juliet a potion that will make her appear dead for 42 hours and instructs her to take it the night before her wedding to Paris. After she takes the potion, her family believes she is dead and lays her to rest in the Capulet tomb.

Meanwhile, Friar Laurence sends a letter to Romeo, explaining the plan and asking him to return to Verona to be with Juliet when she wakes up. However, the letter never reaches Romeo, and he hears only that Juliet is dead. Distraught, he purchases poison and travels to the Capulet tomb to be with Juliet in death. There, he encounters Paris and they fight, resulting in Paris' death.

When Romeo finds Juliet's seemingly lifeless body, he drinks the poison and dies. Shortly after, Juliet wakes up to find Romeo dead beside her. She tries to kiss the poison off his lips, but when that fails, she stabs herself with his dagger and dies.

SCENE I. Friar Laurence's cell.

Act 4, Scene 1 of this renowned play begins with Friar Laurence and Paris discussing the upcoming marriage between Paris and Juliet. Paris is eager to marry Juliet and asks the Friar to perform the ceremony on Thursday. Friar Laurence agrees, but suggests that the wedding be moved to Wednesday instead, claiming that Juliet has been grieving so much over Tybalt's death that the earlier wedding date will help to cheer her up.

Paris exits, and Juliet enters, pleading with Friar Laurence for a solution to her predicament. She tells him that she would rather die than marry Paris, and that she has a plan to do just that: she will drink a potion that will make her appear dead for forty-two hours, and then she will be placed in the Capulet family tomb. The Friar agrees to help her, but warns her that this plan is risky and that there could be unforeseen consequences. Juliet is undeterred and drinks the potion, hoping that she will be reunited with Romeo when she wakes up.

As Juliet exits, the scene ends with the Friar alone on stage, contemplating the consequences of his actions. He fears that the plan may fail and that both Romeo and Juliet will be doomed. Despite his concerns, he decides to proceed with the plan, hoping that it will bring an end to the feud between the Capulets and the Montagues.

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS

FRIAR LAURENCE
On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.
Link: 4.1.1

PARIS
My father Capulet will have it so;
Link: 4.1.2
And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.
Link: 4.1.3

FRIAR LAURENCE
You say you do not know the lady's mind:
Link: 4.1.4
Uneven is the course, I like it not.
Link: 4.1.5

PARIS
Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,
Link: 4.1.6
And therefore have I little talk'd of love;
Link: 4.1.7
For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
Link: 4.1.8
Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
Link: 4.1.9
That she doth give her sorrow so much sway,
Link: 4.1.10
And in his wisdom hastes our marriage,
Link: 4.1.11
To stop the inundation of her tears;
Link: 4.1.12
Which, too much minded by herself alone,
Link: 4.1.13
May be put from her by society:
Link: 4.1.14
Now do you know the reason of this haste.
Link: 4.1.15

FRIAR LAURENCE
(Aside) I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.
Link: 4.1.16
Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.
Link: 4.1.17

Enter JULIET

PARIS
Happily met, my lady and my wife!
Link: 4.1.18

JULIET
That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
Link: 4.1.19

PARIS
That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.
Link: 4.1.20

JULIET
What must be shall be.
Link: 4.1.21

FRIAR LAURENCE
That's a certain text.
Link: 4.1.22

PARIS
Come you to make confession to this father?
Link: 4.1.23

JULIET
To answer that, I should confess to you.
Link: 4.1.24

PARIS
Do not deny to him that you love me.
Link: 4.1.25

JULIET
I will confess to you that I love him.
Link: 4.1.26

PARIS
So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.
Link: 4.1.27

JULIET
If I do so, it will be of more price,
Link: 4.1.28
Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.
Link: 4.1.29

PARIS
Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.
Link: 4.1.30

JULIET
The tears have got small victory by that;
Link: 4.1.31
For it was bad enough before their spite.
Link: 4.1.32

PARIS
Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report.
Link: 4.1.33

JULIET
That is no slander, sir, which is a truth;
Link: 4.1.34
And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
Link: 4.1.35

PARIS
Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.
Link: 4.1.36

JULIET
It may be so, for it is not mine own.
Link: 4.1.37
Are you at leisure, holy father, now;
Link: 4.1.38
Or shall I come to you at evening mass?
Link: 4.1.39

FRIAR LAURENCE
My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.
Link: 4.1.40
My lord, we must entreat the time alone.
Link: 4.1.41

PARIS
God shield I should disturb devotion!
Link: 4.1.42
Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye:
Link: 4.1.43
Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.
Link: 4.1.44

Exit

JULIET
O shut the door! and when thou hast done so,
Link: 4.1.45
Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!
Link: 4.1.46

FRIAR LAURENCE
Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;
Link: 4.1.47
It strains me past the compass of my wits:
Link: 4.1.48
I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,
Link: 4.1.49
On Thursday next be married to this county.
Link: 4.1.50

JULIET
Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,
Link: 4.1.51
Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:
Link: 4.1.52
If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,
Link: 4.1.53
Do thou but call my resolution wise,
Link: 4.1.54
And with this knife I'll help it presently.
Link: 4.1.55
God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;
Link: 4.1.56
And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,
Link: 4.1.57
Shall be the label to another deed,
Link: 4.1.58
Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
Link: 4.1.59
Turn to another, this shall slay them both:
Link: 4.1.60
Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time,
Link: 4.1.61
Give me some present counsel, or, behold,
Link: 4.1.62
'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
Link: 4.1.63
Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that
Link: 4.1.64
Which the commission of thy years and art
Link: 4.1.65
Could to no issue of true honour bring.
Link: 4.1.66
Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
Link: 4.1.67
If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.
Link: 4.1.68

FRIAR LAURENCE
Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope,
Link: 4.1.69
Which craves as desperate an execution.
Link: 4.1.70
As that is desperate which we would prevent.
Link: 4.1.71
If, rather than to marry County Paris,
Link: 4.1.72
Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,
Link: 4.1.73
Then is it likely thou wilt undertake
Link: 4.1.74
A thing like death to chide away this shame,
Link: 4.1.75
That copest with death himself to scape from it:
Link: 4.1.76
And, if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy.
Link: 4.1.77

JULIET
O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
Link: 4.1.78
From off the battlements of yonder tower;
Link: 4.1.79
Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
Link: 4.1.80
Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;
Link: 4.1.81
Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
Link: 4.1.82
O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
Link: 4.1.83
With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;
Link: 4.1.84
Or bid me go into a new-made grave
Link: 4.1.85
And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
Link: 4.1.86
Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;
Link: 4.1.87
And I will do it without fear or doubt,
Link: 4.1.88
To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.
Link: 4.1.89

FRIAR LAURENCE
Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent
Link: 4.1.90
To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow:
Link: 4.1.91
To-morrow night look that thou lie alone;
Link: 4.1.92
Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:
Link: 4.1.93
Take thou this vial, being then in bed,
Link: 4.1.94
And this distilled liquor drink thou off;
Link: 4.1.95
When presently through all thy veins shall run
Link: 4.1.96
A cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse
Link: 4.1.97
Shall keep his native progress, but surcease:
Link: 4.1.98
No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest;
Link: 4.1.99
The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
Link: 4.1.100
To paly ashes, thy eyes' windows fall,
Link: 4.1.101
Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;
Link: 4.1.102
Each part, deprived of supple government,
Link: 4.1.103
Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death:
Link: 4.1.104
And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death
Link: 4.1.105
Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,
Link: 4.1.106
And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
Link: 4.1.107
Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes
Link: 4.1.108
To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:
Link: 4.1.109
Then, as the manner of our country is,
Link: 4.1.110
In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier
Link: 4.1.111
Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault
Link: 4.1.112
Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
Link: 4.1.113
In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
Link: 4.1.114
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,
Link: 4.1.115
And hither shall he come: and he and I
Link: 4.1.116
Will watch thy waking, and that very night
Link: 4.1.117
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
Link: 4.1.118
And this shall free thee from this present shame;
Link: 4.1.119
If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
Link: 4.1.120
Abate thy valour in the acting it.
Link: 4.1.121

JULIET
Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!
Link: 4.1.122

FRIAR LAURENCE
Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous
Link: 4.1.123
In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed
Link: 4.1.124
To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.
Link: 4.1.125

JULIET
Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.
Link: 4.1.126
Farewell, dear father!
Link: 4.1.127

Exeunt

SCENE II. Hall in Capulet's house.

In Scene 2 of Act 4, Juliet is alone in her bedroom, preparing to drink a potion that Friar Laurence has given her. She is nervous and afraid, but ultimately decides to take the potion, which will make her appear dead for 42 hours. She hopes that this plan will allow her to escape her arranged marriage to Paris and reunite with Romeo.

After drinking the potion, Juliet has a vision of Tybalt's ghost coming to seek revenge on Romeo. She is terrified and begs for mercy, but Tybalt disappears and she is left alone once again.

Soon after, the Nurse enters the room and finds Juliet seemingly lifeless. The Capulet family is notified and they begin to mourn her death. Friar Laurence arrives and tries to console the family, but they are consumed with grief.

Meanwhile, Romeo has not received the message from Friar Laurence explaining the plan. He hears a rumor that Juliet is dead and rushes back to Verona to see her one last time. When he arrives at the Capulet tomb, he encounters Paris and a fight breaks out. Romeo kills Paris and then sees Juliet's body. Believing her to be truly dead, he takes a vial of poison and drinks it, dying by her side.

Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and two Servingmen

CAPULET
So many guests invite as here are writ.
Link: 4.2.1
Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
Link: 4.2.2

Second Servant
You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they
Link: 4.2.3
can lick their fingers.
Link: 4.2.4

CAPULET
How canst thou try them so?
Link: 4.2.5

Second Servant
Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his
Link: 4.2.6
own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his
Link: 4.2.7
fingers goes not with me.
Link: 4.2.8

CAPULET
Go, be gone.
Link: 4.2.9
We shall be much unfurnished for this time.
Link: 4.2.10
What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?
Link: 4.2.11

Nurse
Ay, forsooth.
Link: 4.2.12

CAPULET
Well, he may chance to do some good on her:
Link: 4.2.13
A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.
Link: 4.2.14

Nurse
See where she comes from shrift with merry look.
Link: 4.2.15

Enter JULIET

CAPULET
How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?
Link: 4.2.16

JULIET
Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin
Link: 4.2.17
Of disobedient opposition
Link: 4.2.18
To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd
Link: 4.2.19
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
Link: 4.2.20
And beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you!
Link: 4.2.21
Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.
Link: 4.2.22

CAPULET
Send for the county; go tell him of this:
Link: 4.2.23
I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
Link: 4.2.24

JULIET
I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;
Link: 4.2.25
And gave him what becomed love I might,
Link: 4.2.26
Not step o'er the bounds of modesty.
Link: 4.2.27

CAPULET
Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up:
Link: 4.2.28
This is as't should be. Let me see the county;
Link: 4.2.29
Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.
Link: 4.2.30
Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar,
Link: 4.2.31
Our whole city is much bound to him.
Link: 4.2.32

JULIET
Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,
Link: 4.2.33
To help me sort such needful ornaments
Link: 4.2.34
As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?
Link: 4.2.35

LADY CAPULET
No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.
Link: 4.2.36

CAPULET
Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow.
Link: 4.2.37

Exeunt JULIET and Nurse

LADY CAPULET
We shall be short in our provision:
Link: 4.2.38
'Tis now near night.
Link: 4.2.39

CAPULET
Tush, I will stir about,
Link: 4.2.40
And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife:
Link: 4.2.41
Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her;
Link: 4.2.42
I'll not to bed to-night; let me alone;
Link: 4.2.43
I'll play the housewife for this once. What, ho!
Link: 4.2.44
They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself
Link: 4.2.45
To County Paris, to prepare him up
Link: 4.2.46
Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light,
Link: 4.2.47
Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.
Link: 4.2.48

Exeunt

SCENE III. Juliet's chamber.

In Scene 3 of Act 4, an anxious Juliet is alone in her chamber, preparing to drink a potion given to her by Friar Laurence. The potion will make her appear dead for forty-two hours, allowing her to escape her arranged marriage to Paris and reunite with Romeo.

As she contemplates the terrifying possibilities of the plan going wrong, she begins to doubt herself and her love for Romeo. She imagines herself waking up too early, suffocating in the tomb, or being haunted by Tybalt's ghost. She also worries that the potion may not work at all, or worse, that Friar Laurence has given her poison instead.

Despite her fears, Juliet ultimately decides to drink the potion and trust in Friar Laurence's plan. She drinks the potion and falls into a deep sleep, while her family mourns her supposed death and prepares for her funeral.

This scene is a pivotal moment in the play, as it sets the stage for the tragic conclusion of the story. Juliet's decision to take the potion demonstrates her bravery and devotion to Romeo, while also highlighting the desperation and hopelessness of their situation. The scene also foreshadows the inevitable conflict and violence that will erupt between the Capulets and Montagues, as both families come together to mourn Juliet's death.

Enter JULIET and Nurse

JULIET
Ay, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse,
Link: 4.3.1
I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night,
Link: 4.3.2
For I have need of many orisons
Link: 4.3.3
To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
Link: 4.3.4
Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin.
Link: 4.3.5

Enter LADY CAPULET

LADY CAPULET
What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?
Link: 4.3.6

JULIET
No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries
Link: 4.3.7
As are behoveful for our state to-morrow:
Link: 4.3.8
So please you, let me now be left alone,
Link: 4.3.9
And let the nurse this night sit up with you;
Link: 4.3.10
For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,
Link: 4.3.11
In this so sudden business.
Link: 4.3.12

LADY CAPULET
Good night:
Link: 4.3.13
Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.
Link: 4.3.14

Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse

JULIET
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
Link: 4.3.15
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
Link: 4.3.16
That almost freezes up the heat of life:
Link: 4.3.17
I'll call them back again to comfort me:
Link: 4.3.18
Nurse! What should she do here?
Link: 4.3.19
My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
Link: 4.3.20
Come, vial.
Link: 4.3.21
What if this mixture do not work at all?
Link: 4.3.22
Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?
Link: 4.3.23
No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there.
Link: 4.3.24
What if it be a poison, which the friar
Link: 4.3.25
Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead,
Link: 4.3.26
Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
Link: 4.3.27
Because he married me before to Romeo?
Link: 4.3.28
I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not,
Link: 4.3.29
For he hath still been tried a holy man.
Link: 4.3.30
How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
Link: 4.3.31
I wake before the time that Romeo
Link: 4.3.32
Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point!
Link: 4.3.33
Shall I not, then, be stifled in the vault,
Link: 4.3.34
To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
Link: 4.3.35
And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
Link: 4.3.36
Or, if I live, is it not very like,
Link: 4.3.37
The horrible conceit of death and night,
Link: 4.3.38
Together with the terror of the place,--
Link: 4.3.39
As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
Link: 4.3.40
Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
Link: 4.3.41
Of all my buried ancestors are packed:
Link: 4.3.42
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Link: 4.3.43
Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,
Link: 4.3.44
At some hours in the night spirits resort;--
Link: 4.3.45
Alack, alack, is it not like that I,
Link: 4.3.46
So early waking, what with loathsome smells,
Link: 4.3.47
And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,
Link: 4.3.48
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:--
Link: 4.3.49
O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
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Environed with all these hideous fears?
Link: 4.3.51
And madly play with my forefather's joints?
Link: 4.3.52
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?
Link: 4.3.53
And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
Link: 4.3.54
As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
Link: 4.3.55
O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost
Link: 4.3.56
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
Link: 4.3.57
Upon a rapier's point: stay, Tybalt, stay!
Link: 4.3.58
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.
Link: 4.3.59

She falls upon her bed, within the curtains

SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet's house.

Scene 4 of Act 4 follows Paris, who has come to visit Juliet’s tomb to leave flowers and mourn her death. However, he is met by Romeo and Balthasar, who are also at the tomb. Paris, believing that Romeo has come to desecrate the tomb, confronts him. Romeo pleads with Paris to leave him alone, but Paris insists on fighting, which results in Paris being killed by Romeo.

After Paris’ death, Romeo approaches Juliet’s body and laments her death. He then drinks a poison he has brought with him and dies beside her. Moments later, Friar Laurence arrives at the tomb and discovers the tragic scene. He urges Juliet to leave with him, but when she refuses, he flees in fear of what might happen to him if discovered.

Juliet awakens to find Romeo dead beside her and is heartbroken. She initially tries to kill herself with Romeo’s dagger but finds it empty, so she kisses his lips in the hopes of dying from the poison he drank. When that doesn’t work, she stabs herself with the dagger and dies next to Romeo.

Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse

LADY CAPULET
Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.
Link: 4.4.1

Nurse
They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
Link: 4.4.2

Enter CAPULET

CAPULET
Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd,
Link: 4.4.3
The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:
Link: 4.4.4
Look to the baked meats, good Angelica:
Link: 4.4.5
Spare not for the cost.
Link: 4.4.6

Nurse
Go, you cot-quean, go,
Link: 4.4.7
Get you to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrow
Link: 4.4.8
For this night's watching.
Link: 4.4.9

CAPULET
No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now
Link: 4.4.10
All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
Link: 4.4.11

LADY CAPULET
Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;
Link: 4.4.12
But I will watch you from such watching now.
Link: 4.4.13

Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse

CAPULET
A jealous hood, a jealous hood!
Link: 4.4.14
Now, fellow,
Link: 4.4.15
What's there?
Link: 4.4.16

First Servant
Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.
Link: 4.4.17

CAPULET
Make haste, make haste.
Link: 4.4.18
Sirrah, fetch drier logs:
Link: 4.4.19
Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.
Link: 4.4.20

Second Servant
I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,
Link: 4.4.21
And never trouble Peter for the matter.
Link: 4.4.22

Exit

CAPULET
Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!
Link: 4.4.23
Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day:
Link: 4.4.24
The county will be here with music straight,
Link: 4.4.25
For so he said he would: I hear him near.
Link: 4.4.26
Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say!
Link: 4.4.27
Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up;
Link: 4.4.28
I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste,
Link: 4.4.29
Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already:
Link: 4.4.30
Make haste, I say.
Link: 4.4.31

Exeunt

SCENE V. Juliet's chamber.

In Scene 5 of Act 4, a friar and Juliet's nurse are preparing for Juliet's wedding to Paris. Juliet enters and asks the friar for advice on how to avoid marrying Paris. The friar gives her a potion that will make her appear dead for 42 hours and tells her to take it the night before the wedding. He assures her that he will send word to Romeo so he can come and rescue her from the Capulet tomb where she will be placed. Juliet agrees to take the potion and the friar sends the Nurse away to help with the wedding preparations.

Alone, Juliet drinks the potion and begins to hallucinate about Tybalt's ghost seeking revenge for his death. She eventually falls into a deep sleep and is discovered by her family the next morning, who believe she is dead. In a tragic turn of events, Romeo hears only of Juliet's death and rushes to her tomb to take his own life. As he dies next to her, Juliet awakens and realizes what has happened. She is devastated and ultimately takes her own life as well, leading to the end of the feud between the Capulets and Montagues.

Enter Nurse

Nurse
Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:
Link: 4.5.1
Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed!
Link: 4.5.2
Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride!
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What, not a word? you take your pennyworths now;
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Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
Link: 4.5.5
The County Paris hath set up his rest,
Link: 4.5.6
That you shall rest but little. God forgive me,
Link: 4.5.7
Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep!
Link: 4.5.8
I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam!
Link: 4.5.9
Ay, let the county take you in your bed;
Link: 4.5.10
He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?
Link: 4.5.11
What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!
Link: 4.5.12
I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady!
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Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead!
Link: 4.5.14
O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!
Link: 4.5.15
Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! my lady!
Link: 4.5.16

Enter LADY CAPULET

LADY CAPULET
What noise is here?
Link: 4.5.17

Nurse
O lamentable day!
Link: 4.5.18

LADY CAPULET
What is the matter?
Link: 4.5.19

Nurse
Look, look! O heavy day!
Link: 4.5.20

LADY CAPULET
O me, O me! My child, my only life,
Link: 4.5.21
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!
Link: 4.5.22
Help, help! Call help.
Link: 4.5.23

Enter CAPULET

CAPULET
For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.
Link: 4.5.24

Nurse
She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day!
Link: 4.5.25

LADY CAPULET
Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!
Link: 4.5.26

CAPULET
Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's cold:
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Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;
Link: 4.5.28
Life and these lips have long been separated:
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Death lies on her like an untimely frost
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Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
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Nurse
O lamentable day!
Link: 4.5.32

LADY CAPULET
O woful time!
Link: 4.5.33

CAPULET
Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,
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Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.
Link: 4.5.35

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians

FRIAR LAURENCE
Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
Link: 4.5.36

CAPULET
Ready to go, but never to return.
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O son! the night before thy wedding-day
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Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies,
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Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
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Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;
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My daughter he hath wedded: I will die,
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And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.
Link: 4.5.43

PARIS
Have I thought long to see this morning's face,
Link: 4.5.44
And doth it give me such a sight as this?
Link: 4.5.45

LADY CAPULET
Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
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Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
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In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
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But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
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But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
Link: 4.5.50
And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight!
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Nurse
O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
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Most lamentable day, most woful day,
Link: 4.5.53
That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
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O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
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Never was seen so black a day as this:
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O woful day, O woful day!
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PARIS
Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
Link: 4.5.58
Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd,
Link: 4.5.59
By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!
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O love! O life! not life, but love in death!
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CAPULET
Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!
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Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now
Link: 4.5.63
To murder, murder our solemnity?
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O child! O child! my soul, and not my child!
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Dead art thou! Alack! my child is dead;
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And with my child my joys are buried.
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FRIAR LAURENCE
Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not
Link: 4.5.68
In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
Link: 4.5.69
Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,
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And all the better is it for the maid:
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Your part in her you could not keep from death,
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But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
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The most you sought was her promotion;
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For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced:
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And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced
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Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
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O, in this love, you love your child so ill,
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That you run mad, seeing that she is well:
Link: 4.5.79
She's not well married that lives married long;
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But she's best married that dies married young.
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Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
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On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,
Link: 4.5.83
In all her best array bear her to church:
Link: 4.5.84
For though fond nature bids us an lament,
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Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.
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CAPULET
All things that we ordained festival,
Link: 4.5.87
Turn from their office to black funeral;
Link: 4.5.88
Our instruments to melancholy bells,
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Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,
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Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
Link: 4.5.91
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
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And all things change them to the contrary.
Link: 4.5.93

FRIAR LAURENCE
Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him;
Link: 4.5.94
And go, Sir Paris; every one prepare
Link: 4.5.95
To follow this fair corse unto her grave:
Link: 4.5.96
The heavens do lour upon you for some ill;
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Move them no more by crossing their high will.
Link: 4.5.98

Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, PARIS, and FRIAR LAURENCE

First Musician
Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.
Link: 4.5.99

Nurse
Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up;
Link: 4.5.100
For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.
Link: 4.5.101

Exit

First Musician
Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
Link: 4.5.102

Enter PETER

PETER
Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's
Link: 4.5.103
ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'
Link: 4.5.104

First Musician
Why 'Heart's ease?'
Link: 4.5.105

PETER
O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My
Link: 4.5.106
heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump,
Link: 4.5.107
to comfort me.
Link: 4.5.108

First Musician
Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.
Link: 4.5.109

PETER
You will not, then?
Link: 4.5.110

First Musician

PETER
I will then give it you soundly.
Link: 4.5.112

First Musician
What will you give us?
Link: 4.5.113

PETER
No money, on my faith, but the gleek;
Link: 4.5.114
I will give you the minstrel.
Link: 4.5.115

First Musician
Then I will give you the serving-creature.
Link: 4.5.116

PETER
Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on
Link: 4.5.117
your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you,
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I'll fa you; do you note me?
Link: 4.5.119

First Musician
An you re us and fa us, you note us.
Link: 4.5.120

Second Musician
Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.
Link: 4.5.121

PETER
Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you
Link: 4.5.122
with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer
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me like men:
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'When griping grief the heart doth wound,
Link: 4.5.125
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
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Then music with her silver sound'--
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why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver
Link: 4.5.128
sound'? What say you, Simon Catling?
Link: 4.5.129

Musician
Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.
Link: 4.5.130

PETER
Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck?
Link: 4.5.131

Second Musician
I say 'silver sound,' because musicians sound for silver.
Link: 4.5.132

PETER
Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost?
Link: 4.5.133

Third Musician
Faith, I know not what to say.
Link: 4.5.134

PETER
O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say
Link: 4.5.135
for you. It is 'music with her silver sound,'
Link: 4.5.136
because musicians have no gold for sounding:
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'Then music with her silver sound
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With speedy help doth lend redress.'
Link: 4.5.139

Exit

First Musician
What a pestilent knave is this same!
Link: 4.5.140

Second Musician
Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the
Link: 4.5.141
mourners, and stay dinner.
Link: 4.5.142

Exeunt

Act V

Act 5 of Romeo and Juliet begins with Romeo learning of Juliet's death and purchasing poison from a local apothecary. He travels to the Capulet tomb where he encounters Paris, who is mourning over Juliet. Romeo kills Paris in a duel and proceeds to take the poison, dying beside Juliet's body.

Juliet awakens from her drugged sleep and discovers Romeo's body next to her. She attempts to kiss the poison from Romeo's lips, but when that fails, she stabs herself with Romeo's dagger. The Capulet and Montague families arrive at the tomb and are shocked by the scene before them.

The Prince arrives and reprimands both families for their feud, stating that their hatred has caused the tragic deaths of Romeo and Juliet. The Montagues and Capulets reconcile, promising to end their bitter feud in honor of the young lovers.

The play concludes with the Prince saying, "For never was a story of more woe, / Than this of Juliet and her Romeo." This final line sums up the tragic nature of the play, which highlights the destructive power of hatred and the consequences of impulsive decisions.

SCENE I. Mantua. A street.

Scene 1 of Act 5 starts in the early hours of the morning with Romeo wandering around a deserted street in Mantua. He has just received news that Juliet is dead and is distraught. He speaks of his love for her and how he cannot live without her. He decides that he will go to her tomb and kill himself so that they can be together in death.

Meanwhile, Friar Lawrence has sent a letter to Romeo explaining the plan to fake Juliet's death so that she can escape to be with him. However, the letter never reaches Romeo as the messenger is held up due to an outbreak of the plague. Friar Lawrence then decides to go to the tomb himself to be there when Juliet wakes up from her sleep.

When Romeo arrives at the tomb, he encounters Paris who is there to place flowers on Juliet's grave. They have a brief altercation which results in Romeo killing Paris. Romeo then enters the tomb and finds Juliet lying there seemingly lifeless. He speaks to her and professes his love for her before drinking a vial of poison and dying next to her.

Shortly after, Friar Lawrence arrives at the tomb and finds Romeo dead. Juliet then wakes up from her sleep and discovers Romeo's lifeless body next to her. She is distraught and decides to kill herself with Romeo's dagger. As she dies, the Capulet and Montague families arrive and are shocked by the tragic scene before them.

Enter ROMEO

ROMEO
If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
Link: 5.1.1
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:
Link: 5.1.2
My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;
Link: 5.1.3
And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit
Link: 5.1.4
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
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I dreamt my lady came and found me dead--
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Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave
Link: 5.1.7
to think!--
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And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,
Link: 5.1.9
That I revived, and was an emperor.
Link: 5.1.10
Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,
Link: 5.1.11
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!
Link: 5.1.12
News from Verona!--How now, Balthasar!
Link: 5.1.13
Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?
Link: 5.1.14
How doth my lady? Is my father well?
Link: 5.1.15
How fares my Juliet? that I ask again;
Link: 5.1.16
For nothing can be ill, if she be well.
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BALTHASAR
Then she is well, and nothing can be ill:
Link: 5.1.18
Her body sleeps in Capel's monument,
Link: 5.1.19
And her immortal part with angels lives.
Link: 5.1.20
I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,
Link: 5.1.21
And presently took post to tell it you:
Link: 5.1.22
O, pardon me for bringing these ill news,
Link: 5.1.23
Since you did leave it for my office, sir.
Link: 5.1.24

ROMEO
Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!
Link: 5.1.25
Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper,
Link: 5.1.26
And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.
Link: 5.1.27

BALTHASAR
I do beseech you, sir, have patience:
Link: 5.1.28
Your looks are pale and wild, and do import
Link: 5.1.29
Some misadventure.
Link: 5.1.30

ROMEO
Tush, thou art deceived:
Link: 5.1.31
Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do.
Link: 5.1.32
Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?
Link: 5.1.33

BALTHASAR
No, my good lord.
Link: 5.1.34

ROMEO
No matter: get thee gone,
Link: 5.1.35
And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.
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Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.
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Let's see for means: O mischief, thou art swift
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To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
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I do remember an apothecary,--
Link: 5.1.40
And hereabouts he dwells,--which late I noted
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In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Link: 5.1.42
Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,
Link: 5.1.43
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones:
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And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
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An alligator stuff'd, and other skins
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Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
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A beggarly account of empty boxes,
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Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds,
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Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses,
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Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.
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Noting this penury, to myself I said
Link: 5.1.52
'An if a man did need a poison now,
Link: 5.1.53
Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
Link: 5.1.54
Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.'
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O, this same thought did but forerun my need;
Link: 5.1.56
And this same needy man must sell it me.
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As I remember, this should be the house.
Link: 5.1.58
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
Link: 5.1.59
What, ho! apothecary!
Link: 5.1.60

Enter Apothecary

Apothecary
Who calls so loud?
Link: 5.1.61

ROMEO
Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor:
Link: 5.1.62
Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have
Link: 5.1.63
A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear
Link: 5.1.64
As will disperse itself through all the veins
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That the life-weary taker may fall dead
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And that the trunk may be discharged of breath
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As violently as hasty powder fired
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Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.
Link: 5.1.69

Apothecary
Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law
Link: 5.1.70
Is death to any he that utters them.
Link: 5.1.71

ROMEO
Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,
Link: 5.1.72
And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
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Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,
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Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back;
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The world is not thy friend nor the world's law;
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The world affords no law to make thee rich;
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Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.
Link: 5.1.78

Apothecary
My poverty, but not my will, consents.
Link: 5.1.79

ROMEO
I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
Link: 5.1.80

Apothecary
Put this in any liquid thing you will,
Link: 5.1.81
And drink it off; and, if you had the strength
Link: 5.1.82
Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.
Link: 5.1.83

ROMEO
There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,
Link: 5.1.84
Doing more murders in this loathsome world,
Link: 5.1.85
Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
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I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none.
Link: 5.1.87
Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh.
Link: 5.1.88
Come, cordial and not poison, go with me
Link: 5.1.89
To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.
Link: 5.1.90

Exeunt

SCENE II. Friar Laurence's cell.

In Scene 2 of Act 5, a friar is seen in a churchyard with a lantern and a shovel. He is waiting for Romeo to arrive so they can retrieve Juliet from the Capulet tomb together. Romeo arrives and the friar informs him of Juliet's plan and the fake death potion she took. He advises Romeo to hurry to the tomb and retrieve her before she awakens and is discovered by the Capulet family.

Romeo enters the tomb and finds Paris there as well, mourning over Juliet's body. They engage in a brief fight and Romeo kills Paris. He then approaches Juliet's body and delivers a heart-wrenching soliloquy, expressing his love for her and his despair over her death. He drinks a vial of poison he had obtained and dies next to Juliet's body.

Shortly after, Juliet awakens from her fake death and is devastated to find Romeo dead beside her. She tries to drink from a vial of poison he had left behind, but it is empty. She then stabs herself with Romeo's dagger, joining him in death. The Capulet and Montague families arrive and are shocked to find their children dead. The friar explains the situation and the families reconcile, agreeing to end their feud in honor of Romeo and Juliet's tragic love story.

Enter FRIAR JOHN

FRIAR JOHN
Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!
Link: 5.2.1

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE

FRIAR LAURENCE
This same should be the voice of Friar John.
Link: 5.2.2
Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo?
Link: 5.2.3
Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.
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FRIAR JOHN
Going to find a bare-foot brother out
Link: 5.2.5
One of our order, to associate me,
Link: 5.2.6
Here in this city visiting the sick,
Link: 5.2.7
And finding him, the searchers of the town,
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Suspecting that we both were in a house
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Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
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Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth;
Link: 5.2.11
So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.
Link: 5.2.12

FRIAR LAURENCE
Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo?
Link: 5.2.13

FRIAR JOHN
I could not send it,--here it is again,--
Link: 5.2.14
Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
Link: 5.2.15
So fearful were they of infection.
Link: 5.2.16

FRIAR LAURENCE
Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
Link: 5.2.17
The letter was not nice but full of charge
Link: 5.2.18
Of dear import, and the neglecting it
Link: 5.2.19
May do much danger. Friar John, go hence;
Link: 5.2.20
Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight
Link: 5.2.21
Unto my cell.
Link: 5.2.22

FRIAR JOHN
Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.
Link: 5.2.23

Exit

FRIAR LAURENCE
Now must I to the monument alone;
Link: 5.2.24
Within three hours will fair Juliet wake:
Link: 5.2.25
She will beshrew me much that Romeo
Link: 5.2.26
Hath had no notice of these accidents;
Link: 5.2.27
But I will write again to Mantua,
Link: 5.2.28
And keep her at my cell till Romeo come;
Link: 5.2.29
Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb!
Link: 5.2.30

Exit

SCENE III. A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.

Scene 3 of Act 5 of the play begins with Paris entering the Capulet tomb to lay flowers on Juliet's grave. He is there to mourn her death and pay his respects. As he laments her passing, Romeo arrives, and the two men begin to fight. Romeo is determined to enter the tomb and be with Juliet, while Paris is equally determined to stop him.

The fight is short-lived, and Romeo kills Paris. He then approaches Juliet's body, drinks poison, and dies beside her. As he takes his final breaths, Juliet begins to awaken from the potion that had put her into a deep sleep. She sees Romeo's lifeless body beside her and realizes what has happened. She takes his dagger and stabs herself, joining him in death.

The scene ends with the discovery of the bodies by the Capulet and Montague families, who are shocked and heartbroken by the tragic turn of events. The Prince arrives and delivers a speech condemning the feud between the two families, stating that their hatred has led to the deaths of their children. The play ends with the promise of the families reconciling and putting their differences aside in honor of their lost loved ones.

Enter PARIS, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch

PARIS
Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof:
Link: 5.3.1
Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
Link: 5.3.2
Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along,
Link: 5.3.3
Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;
Link: 5.3.4
So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,
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Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,
Link: 5.3.6
But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,
Link: 5.3.7
As signal that thou hear'st something approach.
Link: 5.3.8
Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.
Link: 5.3.9

PAGE
(Aside) I am almost afraid to stand alone
Link: 5.3.10
Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.
Link: 5.3.11

Retires

PARIS
Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,--
Link: 5.3.12
O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;--
Link: 5.3.13
Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,
Link: 5.3.14
Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans:
Link: 5.3.15
The obsequies that I for thee will keep
Link: 5.3.16
Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.
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The boy gives warning something doth approach.
Link: 5.3.18
What cursed foot wanders this way to-night,
Link: 5.3.19
To cross my obsequies and true love's rite?
Link: 5.3.20
What with a torch! muffle me, night, awhile.
Link: 5.3.21

Retires

Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, c

ROMEO
Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.
Link: 5.3.22
Hold, take this letter; early in the morning
Link: 5.3.23
See thou deliver it to my lord and father.
Link: 5.3.24
Give me the light: upon thy life, I charge thee,
Link: 5.3.25
Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof,
Link: 5.3.26
And do not interrupt me in my course.
Link: 5.3.27
Why I descend into this bed of death,
Link: 5.3.28
Is partly to behold my lady's face;
Link: 5.3.29
But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger
Link: 5.3.30
A precious ring, a ring that I must use
Link: 5.3.31
In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone:
Link: 5.3.32
But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry
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In what I further shall intend to do,
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By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint
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And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs:
Link: 5.3.36
The time and my intents are savage-wild,
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More fierce and more inexorable far
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Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.
Link: 5.3.39

BALTHASAR
I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
Link: 5.3.40

ROMEO
So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that:
Link: 5.3.41
Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow.
Link: 5.3.42

BALTHASAR
(Aside) For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout:
Link: 5.3.43
His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.
Link: 5.3.44

Retires

ROMEO
Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,
Link: 5.3.45
Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth,
Link: 5.3.46
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
Link: 5.3.47
And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!
Link: 5.3.48

Opens the tomb

PARIS
This is that banish'd haughty Montague,
Link: 5.3.49
That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief,
Link: 5.3.50
It is supposed, the fair creature died;
Link: 5.3.51
And here is come to do some villanous shame
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To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.
Link: 5.3.53
Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague!
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Can vengeance be pursued further than death?
Link: 5.3.55
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:
Link: 5.3.56
Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.
Link: 5.3.57

ROMEO
I must indeed; and therefore came I hither.
Link: 5.3.58
Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man;
Link: 5.3.59
Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone;
Link: 5.3.60
Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,
Link: 5.3.61
Put not another sin upon my head,
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By urging me to fury: O, be gone!
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By heaven, I love thee better than myself;
Link: 5.3.64
For I come hither arm'd against myself:
Link: 5.3.65
Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say,
Link: 5.3.66
A madman's mercy bade thee run away.
Link: 5.3.67

PARIS
I do defy thy conjurations,
Link: 5.3.68
And apprehend thee for a felon here.
Link: 5.3.69

ROMEO
Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy!
Link: 5.3.70

They fight

PAGE
O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.
Link: 5.3.71

Exit

PARIS
O, I am slain!
Link: 5.3.72
If thou be merciful,
Link: 5.3.73
Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
Link: 5.3.74

Dies

ROMEO
In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.
Link: 5.3.75
Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris!
Link: 5.3.76
What said my man, when my betossed soul
Link: 5.3.77
Did not attend him as we rode? I think
Link: 5.3.78
He told me Paris should have married Juliet:
Link: 5.3.79
Said he not so? or did I dream it so?
Link: 5.3.80
Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
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To think it was so? O, give me thy hand,
Link: 5.3.82
One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!
Link: 5.3.83
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;
Link: 5.3.84
A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth,
Link: 5.3.85
For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
Link: 5.3.86
This vault a feasting presence full of light.
Link: 5.3.87
Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.
Link: 5.3.88
How oft when men are at the point of death
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Have they been merry! which their keepers call
Link: 5.3.90
A lightning before death: O, how may I
Link: 5.3.91
Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife!
Link: 5.3.92
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
Link: 5.3.93
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
Link: 5.3.94
Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
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Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
Link: 5.3.96
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Link: 5.3.97
Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
Link: 5.3.98
O, what more favour can I do to thee,
Link: 5.3.99
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain
Link: 5.3.100
To sunder his that was thine enemy?
Link: 5.3.101
Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,
Link: 5.3.102
Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe
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That unsubstantial death is amorous,
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And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Link: 5.3.105
Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
Link: 5.3.106
For fear of that, I still will stay with thee;
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And never from this palace of dim night
Link: 5.3.108
Depart again: here, here will I remain
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With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here
Link: 5.3.110
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
Link: 5.3.111
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
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From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
Link: 5.3.113
Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
Link: 5.3.114
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
Link: 5.3.115
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Link: 5.3.116
Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
Link: 5.3.117
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
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The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
Link: 5.3.119
Here's to my love!
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O true apothecary!
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Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
Link: 5.3.122

Dies

Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, FRIAR LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade

FRIAR LAURENCE
Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night
Link: 5.3.123
Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's there?
Link: 5.3.124

BALTHASAR
Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.
Link: 5.3.125

FRIAR LAURENCE
Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,
Link: 5.3.126
What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light
Link: 5.3.127
To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern,
Link: 5.3.128
It burneth in the Capel's monument.
Link: 5.3.129

BALTHASAR
It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,
Link: 5.3.130
One that you love.
Link: 5.3.131

FRIAR LAURENCE
Who is it?
Link: 5.3.132

BALTHASAR

FRIAR LAURENCE
How long hath he been there?
Link: 5.3.134

BALTHASAR
Full half an hour.
Link: 5.3.135

FRIAR LAURENCE
Go with me to the vault.
Link: 5.3.136

BALTHASAR
I dare not, sir
Link: 5.3.137
My master knows not but I am gone hence;
Link: 5.3.138
And fearfully did menace me with death,
Link: 5.3.139
If I did stay to look on his intents.
Link: 5.3.140

FRIAR LAURENCE
Stay, then; I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me:
Link: 5.3.141
O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.
Link: 5.3.142

BALTHASAR
As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
Link: 5.3.143
I dreamt my master and another fought,
Link: 5.3.144
And that my master slew him.
Link: 5.3.145

FRIAR LAURENCE
Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains
Link: 5.3.147
The stony entrance of this sepulchre?
Link: 5.3.148
What mean these masterless and gory swords
Link: 5.3.149
To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?
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Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too?
Link: 5.3.151
And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour
Link: 5.3.152
Is guilty of this lamentable chance!
Link: 5.3.153
The lady stirs.
Link: 5.3.154

JULIET wakes

JULIET
O comfortable friar! where is my lord?
Link: 5.3.155
I do remember well where I should be,
Link: 5.3.156
And there I am. Where is my Romeo?
Link: 5.3.157

Noise within

FRIAR LAURENCE
I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest
Link: 5.3.158
Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep:
Link: 5.3.159
A greater power than we can contradict
Link: 5.3.160
Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.
Link: 5.3.161
Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;
Link: 5.3.162
And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee
Link: 5.3.163
Among a sisterhood of holy nuns:
Link: 5.3.164
Stay not to question, for the watch is coming;
Link: 5.3.165
Come, go, good Juliet,
Link: 5.3.166
I dare no longer stay.
Link: 5.3.167

JULIET
Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.
Link: 5.3.168
What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?
Link: 5.3.169
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:
Link: 5.3.170
O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop
Link: 5.3.171
To help me after? I will kiss thy lips;
Link: 5.3.172
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,
Link: 5.3.173
To make die with a restorative.
Link: 5.3.174
Thy lips are warm.
Link: 5.3.175

First Watchman
(Within) Lead, boy: which way?
Link: 5.3.176

JULIET
Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!
Link: 5.3.177
This is thy sheath;
Link: 5.3.178
there rust, and let me die.
Link: 5.3.179

Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies

Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS

PAGE
This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn.
Link: 5.3.180

First Watchman
The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:
Link: 5.3.181
Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach.
Link: 5.3.182
Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain,
Link: 5.3.183
And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,
Link: 5.3.184
Who here hath lain these two days buried.
Link: 5.3.185
Go, tell the prince: run to the Capulets:
Link: 5.3.186
Raise up the Montagues: some others search:
Link: 5.3.187
We see the ground whereon these woes do lie;
Link: 5.3.188
But the true ground of all these piteous woes
Link: 5.3.189
We cannot without circumstance descry.
Link: 5.3.190

Re-enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR

Second Watchman
Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard.
Link: 5.3.191

First Watchman
Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither.
Link: 5.3.192

Re-enter others of the Watch, with FRIAR LAURENCE

Third Watchman
Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps:
Link: 5.3.193
We took this mattock and this spade from him,
Link: 5.3.194
As he was coming from this churchyard side.
Link: 5.3.195

First Watchman
A great suspicion: stay the friar too.
Link: 5.3.196

Enter the PRINCE and Attendants

PRINCE
What misadventure is so early up,
Link: 5.3.197
That calls our person from our morning's rest?
Link: 5.3.198

Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and others

CAPULET
What should it be, that they so shriek abroad?
Link: 5.3.199

LADY CAPULET
The people in the street cry Romeo,
Link: 5.3.200
Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run,
Link: 5.3.201
With open outcry toward our monument.
Link: 5.3.202

PRINCE
What fear is this which startles in our ears?
Link: 5.3.203

First Watchman
Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;
Link: 5.3.204
And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,
Link: 5.3.205
Warm and new kill'd.
Link: 5.3.206

PRINCE
Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.
Link: 5.3.207

First Watchman
Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man;
Link: 5.3.208
With instruments upon them, fit to open
Link: 5.3.209
These dead men's tombs.
Link: 5.3.210

CAPULET
O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!
Link: 5.3.211
This dagger hath mista'en--for, lo, his house
Link: 5.3.212
Is empty on the back of Montague,--
Link: 5.3.213
And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom!
Link: 5.3.214

LADY CAPULET
O me! this sight of death is as a bell,
Link: 5.3.215
That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
Link: 5.3.216

Enter MONTAGUE and others

PRINCE
Come, Montague; for thou art early up,
Link: 5.3.217
To see thy son and heir more early down.
Link: 5.3.218

MONTAGUE
Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;
Link: 5.3.219
Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath:
Link: 5.3.220
What further woe conspires against mine age?
Link: 5.3.221

PRINCE
Look, and thou shalt see.
Link: 5.3.222

MONTAGUE
O thou untaught! what manners is in this?
Link: 5.3.223
To press before thy father to a grave?
Link: 5.3.224

PRINCE
Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,
Link: 5.3.225
Till we can clear these ambiguities,
Link: 5.3.226
And know their spring, their head, their
Link: 5.3.227
true descent;
Link: 5.3.228
And then will I be general of your woes,
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And lead you even to death: meantime forbear,
Link: 5.3.230
And let mischance be slave to patience.
Link: 5.3.231
Bring forth the parties of suspicion.
Link: 5.3.232

FRIAR LAURENCE
I am the greatest, able to do least,
Link: 5.3.233
Yet most suspected, as the time and place
Link: 5.3.234
Doth make against me of this direful murder;
Link: 5.3.235
And here I stand, both to impeach and purge
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Myself condemned and myself excused.
Link: 5.3.237

PRINCE
Then say at once what thou dost know in this.
Link: 5.3.238

FRIAR LAURENCE
I will be brief, for my short date of breath
Link: 5.3.239
Is not so long as is a tedious tale.
Link: 5.3.240
Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;
Link: 5.3.241
And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife:
Link: 5.3.242
I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day
Link: 5.3.243
Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death
Link: 5.3.244
Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from the city,
Link: 5.3.245
For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined.
Link: 5.3.246
You, to remove that siege of grief from her,
Link: 5.3.247
Betroth'd and would have married her perforce
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To County Paris: then comes she to me,
Link: 5.3.249
And, with wild looks, bid me devise some mean
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To rid her from this second marriage,
Link: 5.3.251
Or in my cell there would she kill herself.
Link: 5.3.252
Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,
Link: 5.3.253
A sleeping potion; which so took effect
Link: 5.3.254
As I intended, for it wrought on her
Link: 5.3.255
The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo,
Link: 5.3.256
That he should hither come as this dire night,
Link: 5.3.257
To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,
Link: 5.3.258
Being the time the potion's force should cease.
Link: 5.3.259
But he which bore my letter, Friar John,
Link: 5.3.260
Was stay'd by accident, and yesternight
Link: 5.3.261
Return'd my letter back. Then all alone
Link: 5.3.262
At the prefixed hour of her waking,
Link: 5.3.263
Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;
Link: 5.3.264
Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
Link: 5.3.265
Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:
Link: 5.3.266
But when I came, some minute ere the time
Link: 5.3.267
Of her awaking, here untimely lay
Link: 5.3.268
The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.
Link: 5.3.269
She wakes; and I entreated her come forth,
Link: 5.3.270
And bear this work of heaven with patience:
Link: 5.3.271
But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;
Link: 5.3.272
And she, too desperate, would not go with me,
Link: 5.3.273
But, as it seems, did violence on herself.
Link: 5.3.274
All this I know; and to the marriage
Link: 5.3.275
Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this
Link: 5.3.276
Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
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Be sacrificed, some hour before his time,
Link: 5.3.278
Unto the rigour of severest law.
Link: 5.3.279

PRINCE
We still have known thee for a holy man.
Link: 5.3.280
Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?
Link: 5.3.281

BALTHASAR
I brought my master news of Juliet's death;
Link: 5.3.282
And then in post he came from Mantua
Link: 5.3.283
To this same place, to this same monument.
Link: 5.3.284
This letter he early bid me give his father,
Link: 5.3.285
And threatened me with death, going in the vault,
Link: 5.3.286
I departed not and left him there.
Link: 5.3.287

PRINCE
Give me the letter; I will look on it.
Link: 5.3.288
Where is the county's page, that raised the watch?
Link: 5.3.289
Sirrah, what made your master in this place?
Link: 5.3.290

PAGE
He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave;
Link: 5.3.291
And bid me stand aloof, and so I did:
Link: 5.3.292
Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb;
Link: 5.3.293
And by and by my master drew on him;
Link: 5.3.294
And then I ran away to call the watch.
Link: 5.3.295

PRINCE
This letter doth make good the friar's words,
Link: 5.3.296
Their course of love, the tidings of her death:
Link: 5.3.297
And here he writes that he did buy a poison
Link: 5.3.298
Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
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Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
Link: 5.3.300
Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!
Link: 5.3.301
See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
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That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.
Link: 5.3.303
And I for winking at your discords too
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Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd.
Link: 5.3.305

CAPULET
O brother Montague, give me thy hand:
Link: 5.3.306
This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
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Can I demand.
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MONTAGUE
But I can give thee more:
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For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
Link: 5.3.310
That while Verona by that name is known,
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There shall no figure at such rate be set
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As that of true and faithful Juliet.
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CAPULET
As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie;
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Poor sacrifices of our enmity!
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PRINCE
A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
Link: 5.3.316
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
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Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
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Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
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For never was a story of more woe
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Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
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Exeunt

Act

The prologue of Romeo and Juliet introduces the audience to the play's setting, characters, and themes. The play is set in Verona, Italy, and revolves around the tragic love story of Romeo, a Montague, and Juliet, a Capulet. The prologue tells us that the two families have been feuding for years, which creates a sense of foreboding and sets up the conflict that drives the play's plot.

The prologue also introduces the main themes of the play, such as love, fate, and the power of passion. The idea of fate is emphasized, as the prologue tells us that Romeo and Juliet are "star-crossed lovers," meaning that their love is doomed from the start. The idea of passion is also introduced, as the prologue tells us that the love between Romeo and Juliet is so intense that it will "bury their parents' strife."

The prologue is written in sonnet form, with fourteen lines and a rhyme scheme of ABAB CDCD EFEF GG. This poetic form adds to the play's sense of beauty and tragedy, as it creates a sense of symmetry and balance that is ultimately shattered by the events of the play. The language of the prologue is also rich and lyrical, with phrases such as "death-marked love" and "mutiny of love" that capture the intensity of the play's emotions.

Overall, the prologue of Romeo and Juliet sets up the play's world and themes, and creates a sense of anticipation and tragedy that draws the audience in. It is a masterful piece of poetry that captures the beauty and pain of love, and sets the stage for one of the greatest love stories ever told.