ACT 1
Scene 1
...with the Montagues!
Enter old Capulet in his gown, and his Wife.
...long sword, ho!
A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword?
...all men depart.
All but Montague, Lady Montague, and Benvolio exit.
Scene 3
...of mine own.
Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.
Nurse, where’s my daughter? Call her forth to me.
...is your will?
This is the matter.—Nurse, give leave awhile.
We must talk in secret.—Nurse, come back again.
I have remembered me, thou ’s hear our counsel.
Thou knowest my daughter’s of a pretty age.
...unto an hour.
She’s not fourteen.
...now to Lammastide?
A fortnight and odd days.
...and said “Ay.”
Enough of this. I pray thee, hold thy peace.
...have my wish.
Marry, that “marry” is the very theme
I came to talk of.—Tell me, daughter Juliet,
How stands your disposition to be married?
...thy teat.
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.
...man of wax.
Verona’s summer hath not such a flower.
...a very flower.
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.
...grow by men.
Speak briefly. Can you like of Paris’ love?
...you, follow straight.
We follow thee. Juliet, the County stays.
...to happy days.
They exit.
Scene 5
...all.They move aside.
Enter Capulet and his household, all the guests and gentlewomen to Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, and the other Maskers.
...to my rest.
All but Juliet and the Nurse begin to exit.
ACT 3
Scene 1
...Prince’s name, obey.
Enter Prince, old Montague, Capulet, their Wives and all.
...kinsman, brave Mercutio.
Tybalt, my cousin, O my brother’s child!
O prince! O cousin! Husband! O, the blood is spilled
Of my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,
For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.
O cousin, cousin!
...let Benvolio die.
He is a kinsman to the Montague.
Affection makes him false; he speaks not true.
Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,
And all those twenty could but kill one life.
I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give.
Romeo slew Tybalt; Romeo must not live.
...those that kill.
They exit, the Capulet men bearing off Tybalt’s body.
Scene 4
...with thee. Farewell.
Enter old Capulet, his Wife, and Paris.
...your daughter.
I will, and know her mind early tomorrow.
Tonight she’s mewed up to her heaviness.
...and by.—Good night.
They exit.
Scene 5
...send him back.
Enter Lady Capulet.
Ho, daughter, are you up?
...hither? Juliet descends.
Why, how now, Juliet?
...am not well.
Evermore weeping for your cousin’s death?
What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live.
Therefore have done. Some grief shows much of love,
But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
...a feeling loss.
So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
Which you weep for.
...weep the friend.
Well, girl, thou weep’st not so much for his death
As that the villain lives which slaughtered him.
...What villain, madam?
That same villain, Romeo.
...grieve my heart.
That is because the traitor murderer lives.
...my cousin’s death!
We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not.
Then weep no more. I’ll send to one in Mantua,
Where that same banished runagate doth live,
Shall give him such an unaccustomed dram
That he shall soon keep Tybalt company.
And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.
...hath slaughtered him.
Find thou the means, and I’ll find such a man.
But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
...beseech your Ladyship?
Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child,
One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy
That thou expects not, nor I looked not for.
...day is that?
Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn
The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
The County Paris, at Saint Peter’s Church
Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
...are news indeed!
Here comes your father. Tell him so yourself,
And see how he will take it at your hands.
...her our decree?
Ay, sir, but she will none, she gives you thanks.
I would the fool were married to her grave.
...You tallow face!
Fie, fie, what, are you mad?
...need it not.
You are too hot.
...where Tybalt lies.
Talk not to me, for I’ll not speak a word.
Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
She exits.
ACT 4
Scene 2
...Farewell, dear father.
Enter Father Capulet, Mother, Nurse, and Servingmen, two or three.
...furnish me tomorrow?
No, not till Thursday. There is time enough.
...to church tomorrow.
We shall be short in our provision.
’Tis now near night.
...is so reclaimed.
They exit.
Scene 3
...full of sin.
Enter Lady Capulet.
What, are you busy, ho? Need you my help?
...so sudden business.
Good night.
Get thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need.
Lady Capulet and the Nurse exit.
Scene 4
...within the curtains.
Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.
Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.
...ne’er been sick.
Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time,
But I will watch you from such watching now.
Lady Capulet and Nurse exit.
Scene 5
...lord! My lady!
Enter Lady Capulet.
What noise is here?
...O lamentable day!
What is the matter?
...look!—O heavy day!
O me! O me! My child, my only life,
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee.
Help, help! Call help.
...alack the day!
Alack the day, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead.
...O lamentable day!
O woeful time!
...sight as this?
Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
Most miserable hour that e’er time saw
In lasting labor of his pilgrimage!
But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
And cruel death hath catched it from my sight!
...their high will.
All but the Nurse and the Musicians exit.
ACT 5
Scene 3
...our morning rest?
Enter Capulet and Lady Capulet.
...so shrieked abroad?
O, the people in the street cry “Romeo,”
Some “Juliet,” and some “Paris,” and all run
With open outcry toward our monument.
...my daughter’s bosom.
O me, this sight of death is as a bell
That warns my old age to a sepulcher.
...and her Romeo.
All exit.