ACT 1
Scene 2

...die in debt.
Enter Capulet, County Paris, and a Servingman.

...keep the peace.
Of honorable reckoning are you both,
And pity ’tis you lived at odds so long.
But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?

...be a bride.
Younger than she are happy mothers made.

...their pleasure stay.
Capulet and Paris exit.

ACT 3
Scene 4

...with thee. Farewell.
Enter old Capulet, his Wife, and Paris.

...an hour ago.
These times of woe afford no times to woo.—
Madam, good night. Commend me to your daughter.

...day is this?
Monday, my lord.

...you to Thursday?
My lord, I would that Thursday were tomorrow.

...and by.—Good night.
They exit.

ACT 4
Scene 1

...power to die.
Enter Friar Lawrence and County Paris.

...is very short.
My father Capulet will have it so,
And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.

...like it not.
Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death,
And therefore have I little talk of love,
For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
That she do give her sorrow so much sway,
And in his wisdom hastes our marriage
To stop the inundation of her tears,
Which, too much minded by herself alone,
May be put from her by society.
Now do you know the reason of this haste.

... Enter Juliet.
Happily met, my lady and my wife.

...be a wife.
That “may be” must be, love, on Thursday next.

...a certain text.
Come you to make confession to this father?

...confess to you.
Do not deny to him that you love me.

...I love him.
So will you, I am sure, that you love me.

...to your face.
Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.

...before their spite.
Thou wrong’st it more than tears with that report.

...to my face.
Thy face is mine, and thou hast slandered it.

...the time alone.
God shield I should disturb devotion!—
Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you.
Till then, adieu, and keep this holy kiss.
He exits.

Scene 5

...let me speak.
Enter Friar Lawrence and the County Paris, with Musicians.

...all is Death’s.
Have I thought long to see this morning’s face,
And doth it give me such a sight as this?

...O woeful day!
Beguiled, divorcèd, wrongèd, spited, slain!
Most detestable death, by thee beguiled,
By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown!
O love! O life! Not life, but love in death!

...their high will.
All but the Nurse and the Musicians exit.

ACT 5
Scene 3

...dead man’s tomb!
Enter Paris and his Page.
Give me thy torch, boy. Hence and stand aloof.
Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
Under yond yew trees lay thee all along,
Holding thy ear close to the hollow ground.
So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread
(Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves)
But thou shalt hear it. Whistle then to me
As signal that thou hearest something approach.
Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee. Go.

...away from Paris.
scattering flowers
Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew
(O woe, thy canopy is dust and stones!)
Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,
Or, wanting that, with tears distilled by moans.
The obsequies that I for thee will keep
Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.

Page whistles.
The boy gives warning something doth approach.
What cursèd foot wanders this way tonight,
To cross my obsequies and true love’s rite?
What, with a torch? Muffle me, night, awhile.
He steps aside.

...with more food.
This is that banished haughty Montague
That murdered my love’s cousin, with which grief
It is supposèd the fair creature died,
And here is come to do some villainous shame
To the dead bodies. I will apprehend him. Stepping forward.
Stop thy unhallowed toil, vile Montague.
Can vengeance be pursued further than death?
Condemnèd villain, I do apprehend thee.
Obey and go with me, for thou must die.

...thee run away.
I do defy thy commination
And apprehend thee for a felon here.

...at thee, boy!
They draw and fight.

...call the watch.
O, I am slain! If thou be merciful,
Open the tomb; lay me with Juliet.
He dies.

...dead man interred.
Laying Paris in the tomb.