ACT 1
Scene 1
...better. Well, sir.
Enter Benvolio.
...washing blow.They fight.
Part, fools!Drawing his sword.
Put up your swords. You know not what you do.
...upon thy death.
I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword,
Or manage it to part these men with me.
...at thee, coward!
They fight.
...when it began?
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, hissed 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.
...at this fray.
Madam, an hour before the worshiped sun
Peered forth the golden window of the east,
A troubled mind drove me to walk abroad,
Where underneath the grove of sycamore
That westward rooteth from this city 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
(Which then most sought where most might not be found,
Being one too many by my weary self),
Pursued my humor, not pursuing his,
And gladly shunned who gladly fled from me.
...the cause remove.
My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
...learn of him.
Have you importuned him by any means?
... Enter Romeo.
See where he comes. So please you, step aside.
I’ll know his grievance or be much denied.
...madam, let’s away.
Good morrow, cousin.
...day so young?
But new struck nine.
...hence so fast?
It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?
...makes them short.
In love?
... Out—
Of love?
...am in love.
Alas that love, so gentle in his view,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
...thou not laugh?
No, coz, I rather weep.
...heart, at what?
At thy good heart’s oppression.
...Farewell, my coz.
Soft, I will go along.
An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
...some other where.
Tell me in sadness, who is that you love?
...and tell thee?
Groan? Why, no. But sadly tell me who.
...love a woman.
I aimed so near when I supposed you loved.
...fair I love.
A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
...dies her store.
Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
...tell it now.
Be ruled by me. Forget to think of her.
...forget to think!
By giving liberty unto thine eyes.
Examine other beauties.
...me to forget.
I’ll pay that doctrine or else die in debt.
They exit.
Scene 2
...In good time!
Enter Benvolio and Romeo.
to Romeo
Tut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning;
One pain is lessened by another’s anguish.
Turn giddy, and be helped 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.
...excellent for that.
For what, I pray thee?
...your broken shin.
Why Romeo, art thou mad?
...Rest you merry.
At this same ancient feast of Capulet’s
Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so loves,
With all the admirèd 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.
...the world begun.
Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,
Herself poised with herself in either eye;
But in that crystal scales let there be weighed
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 seems best.
...of mine own.
They exit.
Scene 4
...to happy days.
Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six other Maskers, Torchbearers, and a Boy with a drum.
...on without apology?
The date is out of such prolixity.
We’ll have no Cupid hoodwinked with a scarf,
Bearing a Tartar’s painted bow of lath,
Scaring the ladies like a crowkeeper,
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.
...blush for me.
Come, knock and enter, and no sooner in
But every man betake him to his legs.
...the dew-dropping south.
This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves.
Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
...On, lusty gentlemen.
Strike, drum.
They march about the stage and then withdraw to the side.
Scene 5
...my foe’s debt.
Away, begone. The sport is at the best.
...to my rest.
All but Juliet and the Nurse begin to exit.
ACT 2
Scene 1
...out. He withdraws.
Enter Benvolio with Mercutio.
Romeo, my cousin Romeo, Romeo!
...home to bed.
He ran this way and leapt this orchard wall.
Call, good Mercutio.
...appear to us.
An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
...raise up him.
Come, he hath hid himself among these trees
To be consorted with the humorous night.
Blind is his love and best befits the dark.
...shall we go?
Go, then, for ’tis in vain
To seek him here that means not to be found.
They exit.
Scene 4
...that run fast.
Enter Benvolio and Mercutio.
...not home tonight?
Not to his father’s. I spoke with his man.
...sure run mad.
Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet,
Hath sent a letter to his father’s house.
...on my life.
Romeo will answer it.
...answer a letter.
Nay, he will answer the letter’s master, how
he dares, being dared.
...to encounter Tybalt?
Why, what is Tybalt?
...reverso, the hay!
The what?
... Enter Romeo.
Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.
...in a hole.
Stop there, stop there.
...against the hair.
Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.
...confidence with you.
She will indite him to some supper.
...lady, lady, lady.
Mercutio and Benvolio exit.
ACT 3
Scene 1
...two in one.
Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, and their men.
I pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire.
The day is hot, the Capels are abroad,
And if we meet we shall not ’scape a brawl,
For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
...is no need.
Am I like such a fellow?
...to be moved.
And what to?
...me from quarreling?
An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any
man should buy the fee simple of my life for an
hour and a quarter.
...Petruchio, and others.
By my head, here comes the Capulets.
...dance. Zounds, consort!
We talk here in the public haunt of men.
Either withdraw unto some private place,
Or reason coldly of your grievances,
Or else depart. Here all eyes gaze on us.
...and hath nothing?
What, art thou hurt?
...too. Your houses!
All but Romeo exit.
...softened valor’s steel.
Enter Benvolio.
O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio is dead.
That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,
Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
... Enter Tybalt.
Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
...fight. Tybalt falls.
Romeo, away, begone!
The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.
Stand not amazed. The Prince will doom thee death
If thou art taken. Hence, be gone, away.
...am Fortune’s fool!
Why dost thou stay?
...way ran he?
There lies that Tybalt.
...of this fray?
O noble prince, I can discover all
The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl.
There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,
That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
...this bloody fray?
Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo’s hand did slay—
Romeo, that spoke him fair, bid him bethink
How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal
Your high displeasure. All this utterèd
With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bowed
Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
Of Tybalt, deaf to peace, but that he tilts
With piercing steel at bold Mercutio’s breast,
Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point
And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats
Cold death aside and with the other sends
It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity
Retorts it. Romeo he cries aloud
“Hold, friends! Friends, part!” and swifter than his tongue
His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
And ’twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm
An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled.
But by and by comes back to Romeo,
Who had but newly entertained revenge,
And to ’t they go like lightning, for ere I
Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain,
And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.
This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
...those that kill.
They exit, the Capulet men bearing off Tybalt’s body.