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    ACT I

    PROLOGUE

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

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

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

    Enter BENVOLIO

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

    Enter TYBALT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    SCENE II. A street.

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

    Go, sirrah, trudge about
    Through fair Verona; find those persons out
    Whose names are written there, and to them say,
    My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
    Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS

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

    BENVOLIO
    Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,
    One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
    Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
    One desperate grief cures with another's languish:
    Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
    And the rank poison of the old will die.
    ROMEO
    Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.
    BENVOLIO
    For what, I pray thee?
    ROMEO
    For your broken shin.
    BENVOLIO
    Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
    ROMEO
    Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is;
    Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
    Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow.
    Servant
    God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?
    ROMEO
    Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
    Servant
    Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I
    pray, can you read any thing you see?
    ROMEO
    Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
    Servant
    Ye say honestly: rest you merry!
    ROMEO
    Stay, fellow; I can read.
    Reads

    'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;
    County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady
    widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely
    nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine
    uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece
    Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin
    Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair
    assembly: whither should they come?
    Servant
    Up.
    ROMEO
    Whither?
    Servant
    To supper; to our house.
    ROMEO
    Whose house?
    Servant
    My master's.
    ROMEO
    Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.
    Servant
    Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the
    great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house
    of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.
    Rest you merry!
    Exit

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

    SCENE III. A room in Capulet's house.

    Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse
    LADY CAPULET
    Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.
    Nurse
    Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,
    I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!
    God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!
    Enter JULIET

    JULIET
    How now! who calls?
    Nurse
    Your mother.
    JULIET
    Madam, I am here.
    What is your will?
    LADY CAPULET
    This is the matter:--Nurse, give leave awhile,
    We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again;
    I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.
    Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.
    Nurse
    Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
    LADY CAPULET
    She's not fourteen.
    Nurse
    I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,--
    And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four--
    She is not fourteen. How long is it now
    To Lammas-tide?
    LADY CAPULET
    A fortnight and odd days.
    Nurse
    Even or odd, of all days in the year,
    Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.
    Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!--
    Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;
    She was too good for me: but, as I said,
    On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;
    That shall she, marry; I remember it well.
    'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;
    And she was wean'd,--I never shall forget it,--
    Of all the days of the year, upon that day:
    For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,
    Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;
    My lord and you were then at Mantua:--
    Nay, I do bear a brain:--but, as I said,
    When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple
    Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,
    To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug!
    Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,
    To bid me trudge:
    And since that time it is eleven years;
    For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,
    She could have run and waddled all about;
    For even the day before, she broke her brow:
    And then my husband--God be with his soul!
    A' was a merry man--took up the child:
    'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?
    Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;
    Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame,
    The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'
    To see, now, how a jest shall come about!
    I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,
    I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he;
    And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'
    LADY CAPULET
    Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.
    Nurse
    Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,
    To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'
    And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow
    A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;
    A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly:
    'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face?
    Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;
    Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'
    JULIET
    And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
    Nurse
    Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
    Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed:
    An I might live to see thee married once,
    I have my wish.
    LADY CAPULET
    Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme
    I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
    How stands your disposition to be married?
    JULIET
    It is an honour that I dream not of.
    Nurse
    An honour! were not I thine only nurse,
    I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.
    LADY CAPULET
    Well, think of marriage now; younger than you,
    Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
    Are made already mothers: by my count,
    I was your mother much upon these years
    That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:
    The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
    Nurse
    A man, young lady! lady, such a man
    As all the world--why, he's a man of wax.
    LADY CAPULET
    Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
    Nurse
    Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.
    LADY CAPULET
    What say you? can you love the gentleman?
    This night you shall behold him at our feast;
    Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,
    And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;
    Examine every married lineament,
    And see how one another lends content
    And what obscured in this fair volume lies
    Find written in the margent of his eyes.
    This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
    To beautify him, only lacks a cover:
    The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride
    For fair without the fair within to hide:
    That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
    That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;
    So shall you share all that he doth possess,
    By having him, making yourself no less.
    Nurse
    No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men.
    LADY CAPULET
    Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?
    JULIET
    I'll look to like, if looking liking move:
    But no more deep will I endart mine eye
    Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
    Enter a Servant

    Servant
    Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you
    called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in
    the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must
    hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.
    LADY CAPULET
    We follow thee.
    Exit Servant

    Juliet, the county stays.
    Nurse
    Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
    Exeunt

    SCENE IV. A street.

    Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others
    ROMEO
    What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
    Or shall we on without a apology?
    BENVOLIO
    The date is out of such prolixity:
    We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,
    Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
    Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;
    Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke
    After the prompter, for our entrance:
    But let them measure us by what they will;
    We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.
    ROMEO
    Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling;
    Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
    MERCUTIO
    Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
    ROMEO
    Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes
    With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead
    So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
    MERCUTIO
    You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,
    And soar with them above a common bound.
    ROMEO
    I am too sore enpierced with his shaft
    To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,
    I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:
    Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
    MERCUTIO
    And, to sink in it, should you burden love;
    Too great oppression for a tender thing.
    ROMEO
    Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
    Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
    MERCUTIO
    If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
    Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
    Give me a case to put my visage in:
    A visor for a visor! what care I
    What curious eye doth quote deformities?
    Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.
    BENVOLIO
    Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in,
    But every man betake him to his legs.
    ROMEO
    A torch for me: let wantons light of heart
    Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels,
    For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase;
    I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.
    The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.
    MERCUTIO
    Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:
    If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
    Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st
    Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!
    ROMEO
    Nay, that's not so.
    MERCUTIO
    I mean, sir, in delay
    We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
    Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits
    Five times in that ere once in our five wits.
    ROMEO
    And we mean well in going to this mask;
    But 'tis no wit to go.
    MERCUTIO
    Why, may one ask?
    ROMEO
    I dream'd a dream to-night.
    MERCUTIO
    And so did I.
    ROMEO
    Well, what was yours?
    MERCUTIO
    That dreamers often lie.
    ROMEO
    In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
    MERCUTIO
    O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
    She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
    In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
    On the fore-finger of an alderman,
    Drawn with a team of little atomies
    Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;
    Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs,
    The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
    The traces of the smallest spider's web,
    The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,
    Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,
    Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,
    Not so big as a round little worm
    Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;
    Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut
    Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
    Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
    And in this state she gallops night by night
    Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
    O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight,
    O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees,
    O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
    Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
    Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:
    Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
    And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
    And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail
    Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep,
    Then dreams, he of another benefice:
    Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
    And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
    Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
    Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
    Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
    And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
    And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
    That plats the manes of horses in the night,
    And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
    Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:
    This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
    That presses them and learns them first to bear,
    Making them women of good carriage:
    This is she--
    ROMEO
    Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!
    Thou talk'st of nothing.
    MERCUTIO
    True, I talk of dreams,
    Which are the children of an idle brain,
    Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
    Which is as thin of substance as the air
    And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes
    Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
    And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
    Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
    BENVOLIO
    This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves;
    Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
    ROMEO
    I fear, too early: for my mind misgives
    Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
    Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
    With this night's revels and expire the term
    Of a despised life closed in my breast
    By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
    But He, that hath the steerage of my course,
    Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.
    BENVOLIO
    Strike, drum.
    Exeunt

    SCENE V. A hall in Capulet's house.

    Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkins
    First Servant
    Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He
    shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!
    Second Servant
    When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's
    hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.
    First Servant
    Away with the joint-stools, remove the
    court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save
    me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let
    the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.
    Antony, and Potpan!
    Second Servant
    Ay, boy, ready.
    First Servant
    You are looked for and called for, asked for and
    sought for, in the great chamber.
    Second Servant
    We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be
    brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.
    Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers

    CAPULET
    Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes
    Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you.
    Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all
    Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,
    She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?
    Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day
    That I have worn a visor and could tell
    A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
    Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone:
    You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play.
    A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.
    Music plays, and they dance

    More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,
    And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
    Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.
    Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;
    For you and I are past our dancing days:
    How long is't now since last yourself and I
    Were in a mask?
    Second Capulet
    By'r lady, thirty years.
    CAPULET
    What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much:
    'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,
    Come pentecost as quickly as it will,
    Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.
    Second Capulet
    'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir;
    His son is thirty.
    CAPULET
    Will you tell me that?
    His son was but a ward two years ago.
    ROMEO
    [To a Servingman] What lady is that, which doth
    enrich the hand
    Of yonder knight?
    Servant
    I know not, sir.
    ROMEO
    O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
    It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
    Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
    Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
    So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
    As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
    The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
    And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
    Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
    For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
    TYBALT
    This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
    Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave
    Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,
    To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
    Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
    To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.
    CAPULET
    Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?
    TYBALT
    Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,
    A villain that is hither come in spite,
    To scorn at our solemnity this night.
    CAPULET
    Young Romeo is it?
    TYBALT
    'Tis he, that villain Romeo.
    CAPULET
    Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;
    He bears him like a portly gentleman;
    And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
    To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:
    I would not for the wealth of all the town
    Here in my house do him disparagement:
    Therefore be patient, take no note of him:
    It is my will, the which if thou respect,
    Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,
    And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
    TYBALT
    It fits, when such a villain is a guest:
    I'll not endure him.
    CAPULET
    He shall be endured:
    What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;
    Am I the master here, or you? go to.
    You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!
    You'll make a mutiny among my guests!
    You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!
    TYBALT
    Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.
    CAPULET
    Go to, go to;
    You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed?
    This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what:
    You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time.
    Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:
    Be quiet, or--More light, more light! For shame!
    I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!
    TYBALT
    Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
    Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
    I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall
    Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.
    Exit

    ROMEO
    [To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand
    This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
    My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
    To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
    JULIET
    Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
    Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
    For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
    And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
    ROMEO
    Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
    JULIET
    Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
    ROMEO
    O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
    They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
    JULIET
    Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
    ROMEO
    Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
    Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
    JULIET
    Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
    ROMEO
    Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
    Give me my sin again.
    JULIET
    You kiss by the book.
    Nurse
    Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
    ROMEO
    What is her mother?
    Nurse
    Marry, bachelor,
    Her mother is the lady of the house,
    And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous
    I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal;
    I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
    Shall have the chinks.
    ROMEO
    Is she a Capulet?
    O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.
    BENVOLIO
    Away, begone; the sport is at the best.
    ROMEO
    Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
    CAPULET
    Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;
    We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
    Is it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all
    I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.
    More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed.
    Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late:
    I'll to my rest.
    Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse

    JULIET
    Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?
    Nurse
    The son and heir of old Tiberio.
    JULIET
    What's he that now is going out of door?
    Nurse
    Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.
    JULIET
    What's he that follows there, that would not dance?
    Nurse
    I know not.
    JULIET
    Go ask his name: if he be married.
    My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
    Nurse
    His name is Romeo, and a Montague;
    The only son of your great enemy.
    JULIET
    My only love sprung from my only hate!
    Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
    Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
    That I must love a loathed enemy.
    Nurse
    What's this? what's this?
    JULIET
    A rhyme I learn'd even now
    Of one I danced withal.
    One calls within 'Juliet.'

    Nurse
    Anon, anon!
    Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.
    Exeunt

    ACT II

    PROLOGUE

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

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

    Enter ROMEO
    ROMEO
    Can I go forward when my heart is here?
    Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
    He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it

    Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO

    BENVOLIO
    Romeo! my cousin Romeo!
    MERCUTIO
    He is wise;
    And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed.
    BENVOLIO
    He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:
    Call, good Mercutio.
    MERCUTIO
    Nay, I'll conjure too.
    Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!
    Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh:
    Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;
    Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;'
    Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
    One nick-name for her purblind son and heir,
    Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,
    When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!
    He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;
    The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.
    I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
    By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,
    By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh
    And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
    That in thy likeness thou appear to us!
    BENVOLIO
    And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
    MERCUTIO
    This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him
    To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle
    Of some strange nature, letting it there stand
    Till she had laid it and conjured it down;
    That were some spite: my invocation
    Is fair and honest, and in his mistres s' name
    I conjure only but to raise up him.
    BENVOLIO
    Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,
    To be consorted with the humorous night:
    Blind is his love and best befits the dark.
    MERCUTIO
    If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
    Now will he sit under a medlar tree,
    And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit
    As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.
    Romeo, that she were, O, that she were
    An open et caetera, thou a poperin pear!
    Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed;
    This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:
    Come, shall we go?
    BENVOLIO
    Go, then; for 'tis in vain
    To seek him here that means not to be found.
    Exeunt

    SCENE II. Capulet's orchard.

    Enter ROMEO
    ROMEO
    He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
    JULIET appears above at a window

    But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
    It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
    Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
    Who is already sick and pale with grief,
    That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
    Be not her maid, since she is envious;
    Her vestal livery is but sick and green
    And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
    It is my lady, O, it is my love!
    O, that she knew she were!
    She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
    Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
    I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
    Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
    Having some business, do entreat her eyes
    To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
    What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
    The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
    As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
    Would through the airy region stream so bright
    That birds would sing and think it were not night.
    See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
    O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
    That I might touch that cheek!
    JULIET
    Ay me!
    ROMEO
    She speaks:
    O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
    As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
    As is a winged messenger of heaven
    Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
    Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
    When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
    And sails upon the bosom of the air.
    JULIET
    O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
    Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
    Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
    And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
    ROMEO
    [Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
    JULIET
    'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
    Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
    What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
    Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
    Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
    What's in a name? that which we call a rose
    By any other name would smell as sweet;
    So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
    Retain that dear perfection which he owes
    Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
    And for that name which is no part of thee
    Take all myself.
    ROMEO
    I take thee at thy word:
    Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
    Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
    JULIET
    What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
    So stumblest on my counsel?
    ROMEO
    By a name
    I know not how to tell thee who I am:
    My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
    Because it is an enemy to thee;
    Had I it written, I would tear the word.
    JULIET
    My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
    Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
    Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
    ROMEO
    Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
    JULIET
    How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
    The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
    And the place death, considering who thou art,
    If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
    ROMEO
    With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;
    For stony limits cannot hold love out,
    And what love can do that dares love attempt;
    Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.
    JULIET
    If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
    ROMEO
    Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
    Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
    And I am proof against their enmity.
    JULIET
    I would not for the world they saw thee here.
    ROMEO
    I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;
    And but thou love me, let them find me here:
    My life were better ended by their hate,
    Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
    JULIET
    By whose direction found'st thou out this place?
    ROMEO
    By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
    He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
    I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
    As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,
    I would adventure for such merchandise.
    JULIET
    Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
    Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
    For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night
    Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
    What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!
    Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'
    And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,
    Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries
    Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
    If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
    Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
    I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,
    So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
    In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
    And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:
    But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
    Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
    I should have been more strange, I must confess,
    But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
    My true love's passion: therefore pardon me,
    And not impute this yielding to light love,
    Which the dark night hath so discovered.
    ROMEO
    Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
    That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--
    JULIET
    O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
    That monthly changes in her circled orb,
    Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
    ROMEO
    What shall I swear by?
    JULIET
    Do not swear at all;
    Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
    Which is the god of my idolatry,
    And I'll believe thee.
    ROMEO
    If my heart's dear love--
    JULIET
    Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,
    I have no joy of this contract to-night:
    It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
    Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
    Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!
    This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
    May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
    Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
    Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
    ROMEO
    O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
    JULIET
    What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
    ROMEO
    The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
    JULIET
    I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
    And yet I would it were to give again.
    ROMEO
    Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?
    JULIET
    But to be frank, and give it thee again.
    And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
    My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
    My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
    The more I have, for both are infinite.
    Nurse calls within

    I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
    Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
    Stay but a little, I will come again.
    Exit, above

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

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

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

    Re-enter JULIET, above

    JULIET
    Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,
    To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
    Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
    Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
    And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
    With repetition of my Romeo's name.
    ROMEO
    It is my soul that calls upon my name:
    How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
    Like softest music to attending ears!
    JULIET
    Romeo!
    ROMEO
    My dear?
    JULIET
    At what o'clock to-morrow
    Shall I send to thee?
    ROMEO
    At the hour of nine.
    JULIET
    I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.
    I have forgot why I did call thee back.
    ROMEO
    Let me stand here till thou remember it.
    JULIET
    I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
    Remembering how I love thy company.
    ROMEO
    And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
    Forgetting any other home but this.
    JULIET
    'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:
    And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
    Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
    Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
    And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
    So loving-jealous of his liberty.
    ROMEO
    I would I were thy bird.
    JULIET
    Sweet, so would I:
    Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
    Good night, good night! parting is such
    sweet sorrow,
    That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
    Exit above

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

    SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell.

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

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

    SCENE IV. A street.

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

    BENVOLIO
    Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.
    MERCUTIO
    Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh,
    how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers
    that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a
    kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to
    be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy;
    Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey
    eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior
    Romeo, bon jour! there's a French salutation
    to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit
    fairly last night.
    ROMEO
    Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?
    MERCUTIO
    The ship, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?
    ROMEO
    Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in
    such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
    MERCUTIO
    That's as much as to say, such a case as yours
    constrains a man to bow in the hams.
    ROMEO
    Meaning, to court'sy.
    MERCUTIO
    Thou hast most kindly hit it.
    ROMEO
    A most courteous exposition.
    MERCUTIO
    Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
    ROMEO
    Pink for flower.
    MERCUTIO
    Right.
    ROMEO
    Why, then is my pump well flowered.
    MERCUTIO
    Well said: follow me this jest now till thou hast
    worn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it
    is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular.
    ROMEO
    O single-soled jest, solely singular for the
    singleness.
    MERCUTIO
    Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint.
    ROMEO
    Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match.
    MERCUTIO
    Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have
    done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of
    thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five:
    was I with you there for the goose?
    ROMEO
    Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast
    not there for the goose.
    MERCUTIO
    I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.
    ROMEO
    Nay, good goose, bite not.
    MERCUTIO
    Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most
    sharp sauce.
    ROMEO
    And is it not well served in to a sweet goose?
    MERCUTIO
    O here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an
    inch narrow to an ell broad!
    ROMEO
    I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added
    to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.
    MERCUTIO
    Why, is not this better now than groaning for love?
    now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art
    thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:
    for this drivelling love is like a great natural,
    that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole.
    BENVOLIO
    Stop there, stop there.
    MERCUTIO
    Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.
    BENVOLIO
    Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.
    MERCUTIO
    O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short:
    for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and
    meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer.
    ROMEO
    Here's goodly gear!
    Enter Nurse and PETER

    MERCUTIO
    A sail, a sail!
    BENVOLIO
    Two, two; a shirt and a smock.
    Nurse
    Peter!
    PETER
    Anon!
    Nurse
    My fan, Peter.
    MERCUTIO
    Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the
    fairer face.
    Nurse
    God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
    MERCUTIO
    God ye good den, fair gentlewoman.
    Nurse
    Is it good den?
    MERCUTIO
    'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the
    dial is now upon the prick of noon.
    Nurse
    Out upon you! what a man are you!
    ROMEO
    One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to
    mar.
    Nurse
    By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,'
    quoth a'? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I
    may find the young Romeo?
    ROMEO
    I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when
    you have found him than he was when you sought him:
    I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.
    Nurse
    You say well.
    MERCUTIO
    Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith;
    wisely, wisely.
    Nurse
    if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with
    you.
    BENVOLIO
    She will indite him to some supper.
    MERCUTIO
    A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! so ho!
    ROMEO
    What hast thou found?
    MERCUTIO
    No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie,
    that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.
    Sings

    An old hare hoar,
    And an old hare hoar,
    Is very good meat in lent
    But a hare that is hoar
    Is too much for a score,
    When it hoars ere it be spent.
    Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll
    to dinner, thither.
    ROMEO
    I will follow you.
    MERCUTIO
    Farewell, ancient lady; farewell,
    Singing

    'lady, lady, lady.'
    Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO

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

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

    SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.

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

    O honey nurse, what news?
    Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.
    Nurse
    Peter, stay at the gate.
    Exit PETER

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

    SCENE VI. Friar Laurence's cell.

    Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO
    FRIAR LAURENCE
    So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
    That after hours with sorrow chide us not!
    ROMEO
    Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
    It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
    That one short minute gives me in her sight:
    Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
    Then love-devouring death do what he dare;
    It is enough I may but call her mine.
    FRIAR LAURENCE
    These violent delights have violent ends
    And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
    Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey
    Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
    And in the taste confounds the appetite:
    Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
    Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
    Enter JULIET

    Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot
    Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint:
    A lover may bestride the gossamer
    That idles in the wanton summer air,
    And yet not fall; so light is vanity.
    JULIET
    Good even to my ghostly confessor.
    FRIAR LAURENCE
    Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
    JULIET
    As much to him, else is his thanks too much.
    ROMEO
    Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
    Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more
    To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
    This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue
    Unfold the imagined happiness that both
    Receive in either by this dear encounter.
    JULIET
    Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
    Brags of his substance, not of ornament:
    They are but beggars that can count their worth;
    But my true love is grown to such excess
    I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
    FRIAR LAURENCE
    Come, come with me, and we will make short work;
    For, by your

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    on 28 September 2017

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    on 29 September 2017

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    on 02 October 2017

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    on 16 October 2017

    < VGPolyglot posted something on b00moscone's wall:

    "Don't fucking shitpost dude" When did you post that?

    Noo, is because i accidently kept myself logged onto Zennoy's PC, so he went and did that > : (

    on 04 September 2017

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    on 04 September 2017

    < VGPolyglot posted something on b00moscone's wall:

    Well, I guess I already said it before But thanks for accepting here too!!

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    on 01 July 2017

    < Kerotan posted something on b00moscone's wall:

    hey man, what games are you looking forward to getting on your ps4?

    Hello! Thanks for asking, there are quite a few, so i'll divide them into 3 little sections!

    For ones that have already come out, i'm interested in the Yakuza games, Persona 5 (If any stock arrives T-T), FFXV, Dark Souls 3 and a few others not on my mind right now. However, a really good (Or bad, for my wallet =_=) thing is the load of cheap used games, for example i saw Doom for only £8, which was extremely tempting!

    For ones coming out, you've got Crash out today, Ni No Kuni 2 (Was playing the first, which i was enjoying, but PS3 stopped working T-T) FFXII, Shadow of War and some others. A bigger one is probably Monster Hunter Worlds, since after playing MH3U, it felt quite slow, repetitive etc. And Worlds seems to make things a lot more exciting with more options and a more organic way of doing things, so i'll keep a very close eye on it, though i may wait a little to see what (if anything) Capcom may do with MH on Switch.

    As for games i already own, i only have Bloodborne and Nier Automata. Bloodborne so far i've thoroughly enjoyed, really a fantastic game, so much so i've not even tried out Nier yet! :(

    Sorry for the wall of text, just wanted to give you a good answer! c:

    on 30 June 2017

    Very good answer. Hope you enjoy them all!

    on 30 June 2017

    < Ultrashroomz posted something on b00moscone's wall:

    Wassup?

    o.O

    on 14 June 2017

    < Squeezol posted something on b00moscone's wall:

    "A 16 year old male gamer"
    lol kiddo

    < Oneeee-Chan!!! posted something on b00moscone's wall:

    Thanks yor accept. Are you living in UK ?

    Mmhmm! How did you know? :o

    on 14 April 2017

    Your profile.

    on 14 April 2017

    Oh yeah, forgot it was on there =_=

    on 14 April 2017

    < Oneeee-Chan!!! posted something on b00moscone's wall:

    Hello Mio chan !!!

    Hello! :D Awesome to see more people who've watched Nichijou!

    on 14 April 2017

    I watched Nichijou in real time.
    How did you watch it?

    on 14 April 2017

    I watched it a few months ago with a friend, and we both enjoyed it, too bad that it lost them money in the end :(

    on 14 April 2017

    < Machina posted something on b00moscone's wall:

    You were right about Zelda's pre-orders after all. Brett's going to check the data and make sure everything's properly assigned.

    Alright, thanks for checking!

    on 20 February 2017

    < Zisbest posted something on b00moscone's wall:

    This is a very inappropriate gif.

    on 28 March 2017

    Rule 34 Donald Lenny

    on 28 March 2017

    < Ultrashroomz posted something on b00moscone's wall:

    u r fat

    I sense an incoming tummy poking :O

    on 31 January 2017

    D: Am not fat!

    on 31 January 2017

    < BraLoD posted something on b00moscone's wall:

    Nichijou should be eternal

    It should, but we'll never get a season 2... TT-TT

    on 27 January 2017

    'cause Japan sucks!
    How could they not love Nichijou? D:

    on 09 February 2017

    < uran10 posted something on b00moscone's wall:

    A vote of 8p for Blastoise is a vote for friendship: http://gamrconnect.vgchartz.com/thread.php?id=223975&page=1#

    D: Am I too late?

    on 28 December 2016

    nah you can still vote

    on 28 December 2016

    Done and done! ;)

    on 28 December 2016

    Thanks :D

    on 28 December 2016

    < Platina posted something on b00moscone's wall:

    And a Merry Christmas to you too Platiina! :D

    on 25 December 2016

    < Zisbest posted something on b00moscone's wall:

    You will soon overtake me in terms of forum posts. I hate you.

    Your sig does all the speaking for me Kapp

    on 09 December 2016

    < Platina posted something on b00moscone's wall:

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hq4Hp_L0gdA

    Let's not forget next time! :D

    D: I won't!

    on 28 October 2016

    Good :D

    on 28 October 2016

    And I didn't! ;)

    on 28 October 2016

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