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Title: The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 7 of 9]
Author: William Shakespeare
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William Aldis Wright
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_THE WORKS_
OF
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
CAMBRIDGE:
PRINTED BY C. J. CLAY, M.A.
AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS.
THE WORKS
OF
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
EDITED BY
WILLIAM GEORGE CLARK, M.A.
FELLOW AND TUTOR OF TRINITY COLLEGE, AND PUBLIC ORATOR IN THE
UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE;
AND WILLIAM ALDIS WRIGHT, M.A.
LIBRARIAN OF TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE.
_VOLUME VII._
Cambridge and London
MACMILLAN AND CO.
1865.
CONTENTS.
PAGE
THE Preface vii
ROMEO AND JULIET 3
Notes to Romeo and Juliet 136
An Excellent Conceited Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet 143
TIMON OF ATHENS 201
Notes to Timon of Athens 307
JULIUS CÆSAR 319
Notes to Julius Cæsar 416
MACBETH 421
Notes to Macbeth 521
PREFACE.
1. The first edition of ROMEO AND JULIET was published in 1597, with
the following title:
AN | EXCELLENT | conceited Tragedie | _OF_ | Romeo and
Iuliet, | As it hath been often (with great applause) | plaid
publiquely, by the right Ho-|nourable the L. of _Hunsdon_ | his
Seruants. | LONDON, | Printed by Iohn Danter. | 1597. |
After Sig. D, a smaller type is used for the rest of the play, and the
running title is changed from 'The most excellent Tragedie, of Romeo
and Iuliet' to 'The excellent Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet.'
The text of this first Quarto differs so widely from that of later and
more perfect editions, that it is impossible to record the results of a
collation in footnotes: we have therefore reprinted it. When we refer
to it in the notes, it is designated as (Q1), the marks of parenthesis
being used as in similar cases previously.
An opinion has been entertained by some critics that in this earliest
Quarto we have a fairly accurate version of the play as it was at
first written; and that in the interval between the publication of
the first and second Quartos, the play was revised and recast by its
author into the form in which it appears in the edition of 1599. A
careful examination of the earlier text will, we think, prove this
notion to be untenable. Not to speak of minor errors, it is impossible
that Shakespeare should ever have given to the world a composition
containing so many instances of imperfect sense, halting metre, bad
grammar, and abrupt dialogue. We believe that the play, as at first
written, was substantially the same as that given in the later
editions; and that the defects of the first impression are due, not
to the author, but to the writer of the manuscript from which that
first impression was printed. That manuscript was, in all probability,
obtained from notes taken in short-hand during the representation: a
practice which we know to have been common in those days. It is true
that the text of (Q1) is more accurate on the whole than might have
been expected from such an origin; but the short-hand writer may have
been a man of unusual intelligence and skill, and may have been present
at many representations in order to correct his work; or possibly some
of the players may have helped him either from memory, or by lending
their parts in manuscript. But the examples of omission and conjectural
insertion are too frequent and too palpable to allow of the supposition
that the earliest text is derived from a bona fide transcript of the
author's MS. The unusual precision of some stage directions in (Q1)
tends to confirm our view of its origin; a view which is supported
by the high authority of M. Tycho Mommsen. The portions of the play
omitted in (Q1), though necessary to its artistic completeness and to
its effect as a poem, are for the most part passages which might be
spared without disturbing the consecutive and intelligible developement
of the action. It is possible therefore that the play as seen by the
short-hand writer was curtailed in the representation.
The second Quarto was in all likelihood an edition authorized
by Shakespeare and his 'fellows,' and intended to supersede the
surreptitious and imperfect edition of 1597. The play so published,
we believe, as we have said, to be substantially identical with the
play as at first composed; it seems however to have been revised by
the author. Here and there a passage appears to have been rewritten.
Compare, for example, (Q1) Sc. 10, lines 11-30 (p. 169 of the reprint)
with the corresponding passages of the later editions, Act II. Sc. 6,
lines 16-36. In this place assuredly the change must be attributed
to the author; but we know of no other passage of equal length where
the same can be affirmed with certainty. The words 'newly corrected,
augmented, and amended,' found on the title-page of the second Quarto,
may be accepted as the statement of a fact, when thus confirmed by
internal evidence. Otherwise we know that the assertions in titlepages
or prefaces of that time are not to be relied on, nor in this case
would the words necessarily mean more than that this second edition
was more correct and more complete than the first. In fact, the added
matter amounts nearly to a quarter of the whole.
The title-page of the second Quarto, Q2, is as follows:
THE | MOST EX-| cellent and lamentable | Tragedie, of Romeo |
and _Iuliet_. | _Newly corrected, augmented, and | amended_: |
As it hath bene sundry times publiquely acted, by the | right
Honourable the Lord Chamberlaine | his Seruants | LONDON. |
Printed by Thomas Creede, for Cuthbert Burby, and are to | be
sold at his shop neare the Exchange. | 1599. |
This is unquestionably our best authority; nevertheless in determining
the text, (Q1) must in many places be taken into account. For it is
certain that Q2 was not printed from the author's MS., but from a
transcript, the writer of which was not only careless, but thought fit
to take unwarrantable liberties with the text. In passing through his
hands, many passages were thus transmuted from poetry to prose. Pope
felt this strongly, too strongly indeed, for he adopted the text of the
first Quarto in many places where Capell and all subsequent editors
have judiciously recurred to the second. Nevertheless there is no
editor who has not felt it necessary occasionally to call in the aid of
the first. We think that M. Tycho Mommsen rates the authority of the
second Quarto too highly. Any rare form of word or strange construction
found in this edition alone, and corrected in all that follow, may
more probably be assigned to the transcriber (or in some cases to the
printer) than to Shakespeare, whose language is singularly free from
archaisms and provincialisms.
The third Quarto, Q3, was published in 1609, with the following
title-page:
THE | MOST EX-CELLENT AND | Lamentable Tragedie, of | _Romeo_
_and Juliet_. | As it hath beene sundrie times publiquely
Acted, | by the KINGS Maiesties Seruants | at the Globe. |
Newly corrected, augmented, and | amended: | LONDON | Printed
for IOHN SMETHVVICK, and are to be sold | at his Shop in Saint
_Dunstanes_ Church-yard, | in Fleetestreete vnder the Dyall |
1609 |.
It was printed from Q2, from which it differs by a few corrections, and
more frequently by additional errors.
The next Quarto has no date.
Its title-page bears for the first time the name of the author. After
the word 'GLOBE' and in a separate line we find the words: 'Written by
W. _Shake-speare_.' Otherwise, except in some slight variations of type
and spelling, the title-page of the undated Quarto does not differ from
that of Q3. It was also printed '_for Iohn Smethwicke_,' without the
mention of the printer's name.
Though this edition has no date, internal evidence conclusively proves
that it was printed from Q3 and that the Quarto of 1637 was printed
from it. We therefore call it Q4.
It contains some very important corrections of the text, none however
that an intelligent reader might not make conjecturally and without
reference to any other authority. Indeed had the corrector been able to
refer to any such authority, he would not have left so many obviously
corrupt passages untouched.
The title-page of the fifth Quarto, our Q5, is substantially identical
with that of Q4, except that it is said to be printed 'by _R. Young_
for _John Smethwicke_,' and dated, 1637.
It is printed, as we have said, from Q4. The punctuation has been
carefully regulated throughout, and the spelling in many cases made
uniform.
The symbol Qq signifies the agreement of Q2, Q3, Q4, and Q5.
The text of the first Folio is taken from that of the third Quarto. As
usual there are a number of changes, some accidental, some deliberate,
but all generally for the worse, excepting the changes in punctuation
and in the stage-directions. The punctuation, as a rule, is more
correct, and the stage-directions are more complete, in the Folio.
The text of the second Folio is printed of course from the first. In
this play there are found in it a considerable number of conjectural
emendations, not generally happy, and perhaps more than the usual
number of errors.
A careful study of the text of _Romeo and Juliet_ will show how little
we can rely upon having the true text, as Shakespeare wrote it, in
those plays for which the Folio is our earliest authority.
M. Tycho Mommsen published in 1859 a reprint of the first and second
Quartos on opposite pages, and in the footnotes a collation of the
remaining Quartos (not quite complete in the case of the fourth and
fifth), the four Folios, Rowe's first edition, and the new readings
of Mr Collier's MS. corrector. The volume is preceded by learned and
valuable 'Prolegomena,' and the collation, which we have tested, is
done with great care and accuracy. If our collation, so far as it
occupies the same ground, may claim to be not less accurate, it must
be remembered, first, that we have not endeavoured to record every
minute variation of typography, but only such as were in our judgement
significant or otherwise noteworthy; secondly, that we have had in all
cases the original editions to refer to; and thirdly, that we have had
the advantage of comparing our collation with his, and, wherever we
found a discrepancy, verifying by a reference to the old copies.
Of the many alterations of _Romeo and Juliet_ we have only had occasion
to quote Otway's _Caius Marius_.
* * * * *
2. TIMON OF ATHENS was printed for the first time in the Folio of
1623. It is called _The Life of Tymon of Athens_; in the running
titles, _Timon of Athens_; and occupies twenty-one pages, from 80 to 98
inclusive, 81 and 82 being numbered twice over. After 98 the next page
is filled with _The Actors Names_, and the following page is blank. The
next page, the first of _Julius Cæsar_, is numbered 109, and instead
of beginning as it should signature _ii_, the signature is _kk_. From
this it may be inferred that for some reason the printing of _Julius
Cæsar_ was commenced before that of _Timon_ was finished. It may be
that the manuscript of _Timon_ was imperfect, and that the printing was
stayed till it could be completed by some playwright engaged for the
purpose. This would account for the manifest imperfections at the close
of the play. But it is difficult to conceive how the printer came to
miscalculate so widely the space required to be left.
The well-known carelessness of the printers of the Folio in respect of
metre will not suffice to account for the deficiencies of _Timon_. The
original play, on which Shakespeare worked, must have been written, for
the most part, either in prose or in very irregular verse.
* * * * *
3. JULIUS CÆSAR was published for the first time in the Folio of 1623.
It is more correctly printed than any other play, and may perhaps have
been (as the preface falsely implied that all were) printed from the
original manuscript of the author.
The references to Jennens in the notes are to his edition of _Julius
Cæsar_, 'collated with the old and modern editions', and published in
1774.
* * * * *
4. MACBETH, which follows next in order, was also printed for the first
time in that volume. Except that it is divided into scenes as well as
acts, it is one of the worst printed of all the plays, especially as
regards the metre, and not a few passages are hopelessly corrupt.
'Davenant's version,' quoted in our notes, was published in 1673.
Jennen's edition was printed in 1773. The edition of Macbeth by Harry
Rowe is attributed to Dr A. Hunter, and as such we have quoted it. Of
this we may remark that it is not always quite certain whether the
editor is in jest or earnest. 'Shakespeare restored' by Mr Hastings
Elwin is an edition of _Macbeth_ with introduction and notes, which was
anonymously and privately printed at Norwich in 1853.
W. G. C.
W. A. W.
ADDENDA.
_Romeo and Juliet_:
I. 1. 178. _sick health_] _sicknes, helth_ 'England's Parnassus.'
I. 1. 191. _discreet_] _distrest_ 'England's Parnassus.'
II. 3. 2. _Chequering_] _Cheering_ 'England's Parnassus.'
II. 6. 20. _fall; so_] _full so_ 'England's Parnassus.'
III. 5. 10. _mountain tops_] _mountaines top_ 'England's Parnassus.'
_Timon of Athens_:
I. 1. 56. _creatures_] _creature_ Maginn conj.
I. 1. 235. _no angry wit_] _no argument_ Bullock conj.
I. 2. (stage direction) like himself.] by himself. Maginn conj.
I. 2. 68. _sin_] _dine_ Bullock conj.
I. 2. 69, 70. _Much ..._ Tim.] Tim. _Such food doth thy heart good._
Bullock conj.
II. 2. 143. _hear ... late--_] _are now too late--_ Bullock conj.
III. 1. 40. _solidares_] _saludores_ (i.e. _saluts-d'or_) Maginn
conj.
III. 3. 8. _Has Ventidius_] _Lucius, Ventidius_ Lloyd conj.
III. 3. 11, 12. _His ... Thrive, give_] _His ... Shrink, give_ Bullock
conj.
_Three friends like physicians Give_ Lloyd
conj.,
ending lines 9, 10 at _shows ... must I_.
III. 4. 111. _So fitly?_] _So, fitly_: Lloyd conj.
III. 6. 78. _are. The ... fees_] _are--the worst of your foes_
Bullock conj.
IV. 3. 133. _whores, a bawd_] _whores abound_ Bullock conj.
V. 2. 8. _a particular_] _up articular_ Bullock conj.
_Julius Cæsar_:
III. 1. 263. _men_] _Rome_ Bullock conj.
IV. 1. 44. _our means stretch'd_] _our means, our plans, sketch'd
out_
Bullock conj.
IV. 3. 9. _Let_] _But let_ Lloyd conj.
IV. 3. 106. For _Sheath_ read _Sheathe_.
ROMEO AND JULIET.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ[1].
ESCALUS, prince of Verona.
PARIS, a young nobleman, kinsman to the prince.
MONTAGUE, } heads of two houses at variance with each other.
CAPULET, }
An old man, of the Capulet family.
ROMEO, son to Montague.
MERCUTIO, kinsman to the prince, and friend to Romeo.
BENVOLIO, nephew to Montague, and friend to Romeo.
TYBALT, nephew to Lady Capulet.
FRIAR LAURENCE, a Franciscan.
FRIAR JOHN, of the same order.
BALTHASAR, Servant to Romeo.
SAMPSON, } servants to Capulet.
GREGORY, }
PETER, servant to Juliet's nurse.
ABRAHAM, servant to Montague.
An Apothecary.
Three Musicians.
Page to Paris; another Page; an Officer.
LADY MONTAGUE, wife to Montague.
LADY CAPULET, wife to Capulet.
JULIET, daughter to Capulet.
Nurse to Juliet.
Citizens of Verona; kinsfolk of both houses; Maskers, Guards,
Watchmen, and Attendants.
Chorus.
SCENE: _Verona: Mantua_.
FOOTNOTES:
[1] DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. First given, imperfectly, by Rowe.
PROLOGUE.
_Enter_ CHORUS.[2]
_Chor._ Two households, both alike in dignity,[3]
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,[3]
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,[3]
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.[3]
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes[3] 5
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;[3]
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows[3]
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.[3][4]
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,[3]
And the continuance of their parents' rage,[3] 10
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,[3]
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;[3]
The which if you with patient ears attend,[3]
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.[3][5]
FOOTNOTES:
[2] PROLOGUE. Enter Chorus. Chor.] (Q1). The Prologue. Corus. Q2. The
Prologue. Chorus. Q3 Q4 Q5. om. Ff.
[3] _Two ... mend._] Omitted in Ff and Rowe.
[4] _Do_] Pope. _Doth_ Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5.
[5] _here_] _heare_ Q2.
ACT I.
SCENE I. _Verona. A public place._[6]
_Enter_ SAMPSON _and_ GREGORY, _of the house of Capulet, with_
_swords and bucklers._
_Sam._ Gregory, on my word, we'll not carry coals.[7]
_Gre._ No, for then we should be colliers.
_Sam._ I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.[8][9]
_Gre._ Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the[8][10]
collar.[8] 5
_Sam._ I strike quickly, being moved.
_Gre._ But thou art not quickly moved to strike.
_Sam._ A dog of the house of Montague moves me.
_Gre._ To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand:[11]
therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.[11] 10
_Sam._ A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I[12][13]
will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.[13]
_Gre._ That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest[14]
goes to the wall.
_Sam._ 'Tis true; and therefore women, being the weaker[15][16] 15
vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push[16]
Montague's men from the wall and thrust his maids to
the wall.
_Gre._ The quarrel is between our masters and us their[17]
men. 20
_Sam._ 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I
have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids;[18]
I will cut off their heads.[19]
_Gre._ The heads of the maids?[20]
_Sam._ Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;[21] 25
take it in what sense thou wilt.
_Gre._ They must take it in sense that feel it.[22]
_Sam._ Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and[23]
'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.[23]
_Gre._ 'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou 30
hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; here comes two of[24]
the house of Montagues.[25]
_Enter_ ABRAHAM _and_ BALTHASAR.
_Sam._ My naked weapon is out: quarrel; I will back
thee.
_Gre._ How! turn thy back and run?[26] 35
_Sam._ Fear me not.
_Gre._ No, marry; I fear thee![27]
_Sam._ Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.
_Gre._ I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as
they list. 40
_Sam._ Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at
them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.[28]
_Abr._ Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
_Sam._ I do bite my thumb, sir.
_Abr._ Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? 45
_Sam._ [_Aside to Gre._] Is the law of our side, if I say ay?[29]
_Gre._ No.
_Sam._ No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but
I bite my thumb, sir.
_Gre._ Do you quarrel, sir? 50
_Abr._ Quarrel, sir! no, sir.[30]
_Sam._ But if you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good[31]
a man as you.
_Abr._ No better.[32]
_Sam._ Well, sir.[33] 55
_Enter_ BENVOLIO.
_Gre._ [_Aside to Sam._] Say 'better': here comes one of[34]
my master's kinsmen.
_Sam._ Yes, better, sir.[35]
_Abr._ You lie.
_Sam._ Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy 60
swashing blow.[36] [_They fight._
_Ben._ Part, fools![37][38] [_Beating down their weapons._
Put up your swords; you know not what you do.[37]
_Enter_ TYBALT.
_Tyb._ What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?[39]
Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.[39] 65
_Ben._ I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,
Or manage it to part these men with me.
_Tyb._ What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,[40]
As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
Have at thee, coward![41] [_They fight._ 70
_Enter several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter_ Citizens
_and_ Peace-officers, _with clubs_.
_First Off._ Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down![42]
Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues![43]
_Enter old_ CAPULET _in his gown, and_ LADY CAPULET.
_Cap._ What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!
_La. Cap._ A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?[44]
_Cap._ My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,[45] 75
And flourishes his blade in spite of me.[46]
_Enter old_ MONTAGUE _and_ LADY MONTAGUE.
_Mon._ Thou villain Capulet!--Hold me not, let me go.[47]
_La. Mon._ Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.[48]
_Enter_ PRINCE ESCALUS, _with his train_.
_Prin._ Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--[49] 80
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[50]
Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,[51] 85
And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,[52]
By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,
And made Verona's ancient citizens[53] 90
Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,[54]
To wield old partisans, in hands as old,[55]
Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:[55][56]
If ever you disturb our streets again,
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. 95
For this time, all the rest depart away:
You, Capulet, shall go along with me;
And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
To know our farther pleasure in this case,[57]
To old Free-town, our common judgement-place. 100
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.[58]
[_Exeunt all but Montague, Lady Montague, and Benvolio._
_Mon._ Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?[59]
Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
_Ben._ Here were the servants of your adversary
And yours close fighting ere I did approach: 105
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,[60]
Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scorn:[61] 110
While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,[62]
Came more and more, and fought on part and part,
Till the prince came, who parted either part.[63]
_La. Mon._ O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?[64]
Right glad I am he was not at this fray.[65] 115
_Ben._ 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:[66]
Where, underneath the grove of sycamore[67]
That westward rooteth from the city's side,[68] 120
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,[69] 125
Being one too many by my weary self,[70]
Pursued my humour, not pursuing his,[71]
And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.[72]
_Mon._ Many a morning hath he there been seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew,[73] 130
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs:[74]
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Should in the farthest east begin to draw[75]
The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
Away from light steals home my heavy son, 135
And private in his chamber pens himself,
Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out
And makes himself an artificial night:
Black and portentous must this humour prove,[76]
Unless good counsel may the cause remove. 140
_Ben._ My noble uncle, do you know the cause?[77]
_Mon._ I neither know it nor can learn of him.
_Ben._ Have you importuned him by any means?[78]
_Mon._ Both by myself and many other friends:
But he, his own affections' counsellor,[79] 145
Is to himself--I will not say how true--
But to himself so secret and so close,
So far from sounding and discovery,[80]
As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, 150
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.[81]
Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,
We would as willingly give cure as know.[82]
_Enter_ ROMEO.
_Ben._ See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;
I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. 155
_Mon._ I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,
To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.[83]
[_Exeunt Montague and Lady._
_Ben._ Good morrow, cousin.
_Rom._ Is the day so young?
_Ben._ But new struck nine.
_Rom._ Ay me! sad hours seem long.[84]
Was that my father that went hence so fast?[85] 160
_Ben._ It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?
_Rom._ Not having that which, having, makes them short.
_Ben._ In love?[86]
_Rom._ Out--[87]
_Ben._ Of love?[88] 165
_Rom._ Out of her favour, where I am in love.
_Ben._ Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
_Rom._ Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,
Should without eyes see pathways to his will![89] 170
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![90] 175
O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms![91]
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. 180
Dost thou not laugh?
_Ben._ No, coz, I rather weep.
_Rom._ Good heart, at what?[92]
_Ben._ At thy good heart's oppression.
_Rom._ Why, such is love's transgression.
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast;[93]
Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest[94] 185
With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown
Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.[95]
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;[96]
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;[97]
Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:[98] 190
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
Farewell, my coz.
_Ben._ Soft! I will go along:[99]
An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.[100]
_Rom._ Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;[101] 195
This is not Romeo, he's some other where.
_Ben._ Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.[102]
_Rom._ What, shall I groan and tell thee?[103]
_Ben._ Groan! why, no;[103]
But sadly tell me who.[104]
_Rom._ Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:[105] 200
Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill![106]
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
_Ben._ I aim'd so near when I supposed you loved.
_Rom._ A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.[107]
_Ben._ A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. 205
_Rom._ Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit[108]
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.[109]
She will not stay the siege of loving terms, 210
Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,[110]
Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:[111]
O, she is rich in beauty, only poor
That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store.[112]
_Ben._ Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste? 215
_Rom._ She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste;[113]
For beauty, starved with her severity,[114]
Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,[115]
To merit bliss by making me despair: 220
She hath forsworn to love; and in that vow
Do I live dead, that live to tell it now.
_Ben._ Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.
_Rom._ O, teach me how I should forget to think.
_Ben._ By giving liberty unto thine eyes;[116] 225
Examine other beauties.[117]
_Rom._ 'Tis the way[117][118]
To call hers, exquisite, in question more:[119]
These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows,[120]
Being black, put us in mind they hide the fair;
He that is strucken blind cannot forget[121] 230
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
What doth her beauty serve but as a note[122]
Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?[123]
Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget. 235
_Ben._ I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. [_Exeunt._
SCENE II. _A street._[124]
_Enter_ CAPULET, PARIS, _and_ Servant.[125]
_Cap._ But Montague is bound as well as I,[126][127]
In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,[127][128]
For men so old as we to keep the peace.[129]
_Par._ Of honourable reckoning are you both;
And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long. 5
But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
_Cap._ 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 10
Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.
_Par._ Younger than she are happy mothers made.[130]
_Cap._ And too soon marr'd are those so early made.[131]
The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,[132]
She is the hopeful lady of my earth:[133] 15
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[134]
Lies my consent and fair according voice.[135]
This night I hold an old accustom'd feast, 20
Whereto I have invited many a guest,
Such as I love; and you among the store,
One more, most welcome, makes my number more.[136]
At my poor house look to behold this night
Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:[137] 25
Such comfort as do lusty young men feel[138]
When well-apparell'd April on the heel
Of limping winter treads, even such delight
Among fresh female buds shall you this night[139]
Inherit at my house; hear all, all see, 30
And like her most whose merit most shall be:
Which on more view, of many mine being one[140]
May stand in number, though in reckoning none.[141]
Come, go with me. Go, sirrah, trudge about
Through fair Verona; find those persons out 35
Whose names are written there and to them say,[142]
My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.[143]
[_Exeunt Capulet and Paris._
_Serv._ Find them out whose names are written here![144]
It is written that the shoemaker should meddle with his[144]
yard and the tailer with his last, the fisher with his pencil 40
and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those
persons whose names are here writ, and can never find[145]
what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to[146]
the learned. In good time.[146]
_Enter_ BENVOLIO _and_ ROMEO.
_Ben._ Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,[147] 45
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;[148]
Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;[149]
One desperate grief cures with another's languish:[150]
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,[151]
And the rank poison of the old will die. 50
_Rom._ Your plantain-leaf is excellent for that.
_Ben._ For what, I pray thee?
_Rom._ For your broken shin.
_Ben._ Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
_Rom._ Not mad, but bound more than a madman is;
Shut up in prison, kept without my food, 55
Whipt and tormented and--God-den, good fellow.[152]
_Serv._ God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?[153]
_Rom._ Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
_Serv._ Perhaps you have learned it without book: but,[154][155]
I pray, can you read any thing you see?[154] 60
_Rom._ Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
_Serv._ Ye say honestly: rest you merry!
_Rom._ Stay, fellow; I can read.[156] [_Reads._
'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters; County[157][158]
Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady widow of[157][159] 65
Vitruvio; Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces; Mercutio[157]
and his brother Valentine; mine uncle Capulet, his wife,[157]
and daughters; my fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Signior[157][160]
Valentio and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio and the lively[157][161]
Helena.'[157] 70
A fair assembly: whither should they come?[162]
_Serv._ Up.[163]
_Rom._ Whither?[164]
_Serv._ To supper; to our house.[164][165]
_Rom._ Whose house? 75
_Serv._ My master's.
_Rom._ Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.
_Serv._ 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[166] 80
you merry![167] [_Exit._
_Ben._ At this same ancient feast of Capulet's[168]
Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,[169]
With all the admired beauties of Verona:
Go thither, and with unattainted eye 85
Compare her face with some that I shall show,
And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.[170]
_Rom._ When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;[171]
And these, who, often drown'd, could never die,[172] 90
Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun[173]
Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
_Ben._ Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,[174]
Herself poised with herself in either eye: 95
But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd[175]
Your lady's love against some other maid[176]
That I will show you shining at this feast,
And she shall scant show well that now seems best.[177]
_Rom._ I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,[178] 100
But to rejoice in splendour of mine own.[179] [_Exeunt._
SCENE III. _A room in Capulet's house._[180]
_Enter_ LADY CAPULET _and_ Nurse.[181]
_La. Cap._ Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.[182]
_Nurse._ Now, by my maidenhead at twelve year old,[183][184]
I bade her come. What, lamb! what, lady-bird!--[183][185]
God forbid!--Where's this girl? What, Juliet![183]
_Enter_ JULIET.
_Jul._ How now! who calls?[186] 5
_Nurse._ Your mother.[186]
_Jul._ Madam, I am here. What is your will?[186][187]
_La. Cap._ This is the matter. Nurse, give leave awhile,[182][188]
We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again;[188]
I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.[188][189] 10
Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.[188][190]
_Nurse._ Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
_La. Cap._ She's not fourteen.[182]
_Nurse._ I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,--[191][192]
And yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four,--[191][193]
She is not fourteen. How long is it now[191][194] 15
To Lammas-tide?[191]
_La. Cap._ A fortnight and odd days.[182][195][196]
_Nurse._ Even or odd, of all days in the year,[195][197]
Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.[195]
Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!--[195]
Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;[195] 20
She was too good for me:--but, as I said,[195]
On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;[195]
That shall she, marry; I remember it well.[195][198]
'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;[195]
And she was wean'd,--I never shall forget it--[195] 25
Of all the days of the year, upon that day:[195][199]
For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,[195]
Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;[195][196]
My lord and you were then at Mantua:--[195]
Nay, I do bear a brain:--but, as I said,[195] 30
When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple[195]
Of my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool,[195]
To see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug![195][200]
Shake, quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,[195]
To bid me trudge.[195] 35
And since that time it is eleven years;[195][201]
For then she could stand high-lone; nay, by the rood,[195][202]
She could have run and waddled all about;[195]
For even the day before, she broke her brow:[195]
And then my husband,--God be with his soul![195][203] 40
A' was a merry man--took up the child:[195]
'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?[195]
Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;[195]
Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame,[195][204]
The pretty wretch left crying, and said 'Ay.'[195] 45
To see now how a jest shall come about![195]
I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,[195][205]
I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he;[195][206]
And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said 'Ay.'[195]
_La. Cap._ Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.[207] 50
_Nurse._ Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,[208]
To think it should leave crying, and say 'Ay:'[208]
And yet, I warrant, it had upon it brow[208][209]
A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;[208]
A perilous knock; and it cried bitterly:[208][210] 55
'Yea,' quoth my husband, 'fall'st upon thy face?[208]
Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;[208]
Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted, and said 'Ay.'[208][211]
_Jul._ And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.[212]
_Nurse._ Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace![213][214] 60
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed:[213][215]
An I might live to see thee married once,[213][216]
I have my wish.[213]
_La. Cap._ Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme[207][217]
I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,[218] 65
How stands your disposition to be married?[219]
_Jul._ It is an honour that I dream not of.[220][221]
_Nurse._ An honour! were not I thine only nurse,[221][222][223]
I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.[222][224]
_La. Cap._ Well, think of marriage now; younger than you[207] 70
Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,[225]
Are made already mothers. By my count,[226]
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. 75
_Nurse._ A man, young lady! lady, such a man[227]
As all the world--why, he's a man of wax.[227][228]
_La. Cap._ Verona's summer hath not such a flower.[207]
_Nurse._ Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.
_La. Cap._ What say you? can you love the gentleman?[207][229] 80
This night you shall behold him at our feast:[229]
Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,[229][230]
And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;[229]
Examine every married lineament,[229][231]
And see how one another lends content;[229] 85
And what obscured in this fair volume lies[229]
Find written in the margent of his eyes.[229]
This precious book of love, this unbound lover,[229]
To beautify him, only lacks a cover:[229]
The fish lives in the sea; and 'tis much pride[229][232] 90
For fair without the fair within to hide:[229][233]
That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,[229][234]
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story:[229]
So shall you share all that he doth possess,[229]
By having him making yourself no less.[229] 95
_Nurse._ No less! nay, bigger: women grow by men.[229][235]
_La. Cap._ Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?[207]
_Jul._ I'll look to like, if looking liking move:
But no more deep will I endart mine eye[236]
Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.[237] 100
_Enter a_ Servingman.
_Serv._ 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.
_La. Cap._ We follow thee. [_Exit Servingman._] Juliet,[238]
the county stays.[239][240] 105
_Nurse._ Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.[239]
[_Exeunt._
SCENE IV. _A street._
_Enter_ ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, _with five or six other_ Maskers,
_and_ Torch-bearers.[241]
_Rom._ What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?[242]
Or shall we on without apology?
_Ben._ The date is out of such prolixity:[243]
We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,
Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, 5
Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;[244]
Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke[245][246]
After the prompter, for our entrance:[245][247]
But, let them measure us by what they will,
We'll measure them a measure, and be gone. 10
_Rom._ Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling;
Being but heavy, I will bear the light.[248]
_Mer._ Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.[249]
_Rom._ Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes
With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead[250] 15
So stakes me to the ground, I cannot move.
_Mer._ You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,[251]
And soar with them above a common bound.[251]
_Rom._ I am too sore enpierced with his shaft[251][252]
To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,[251][253] 20
I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:[251]
Under love's heavy burthen do I sink.[251][254]
_Mer._ And, to sink in it, should you burthen love;[251][255]
Too great oppression for a tender thing.[251]
_Rom._ Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,[251] 25
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.[251][256]
_Mer._ If love be rough with you, be rough with love;[251]
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.[251][257]
Give me a case to put my visage in:[258]
A visor for a visor! what care I[259] 30
What curious eye doth quote deformities?[260]
Here are the beetle-brows shall blush for me.
_Ben._ Come, knock and enter, and no sooner in[261]
But every man betake him to his legs.[261][262]
_Rom._ A torch for me: let wantons light of heart 35
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.[263]
The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.[264][265]
_Mer._ Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:[264] 40
If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire[264][266]
Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st[264][267]
Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho.[264][268]
_Rom._ Nay, that's not so.[264]
_Mer._ I mean, sir, in delay[264][269]
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.[264][270] 45
Take our good meaning, for our judgement sits[264][271]
Five times in that ere once in our five wits.[264][272]
_Rom._ And we mean well, in going to this mask;[264]
But 'tis no wit to go.[264]
_Mer._ Why, may one ask?
_Rom._ I dreamt a dream to-night.
_Mer._ And so did I. 50
_Rom._ Well, what was yours?
_Mer._ That dreamers often lie.
_Rom._ In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.[273]
_Mer._ O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.[274]
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes[275]
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone[274][276] 55
On the fore-finger of an alderman,[274]
Drawn with a team of little atomies[274][277]
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep:[274][278]
Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs;[274][279]
The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;[274] 60
Her traces, of the smallest spider's web;[274][280]
Her collars, of the moonshine's watery beams;[274][281]
Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film;[274][282]
Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat,[274][283]
Not half so big as a round little worm[274] 65
Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid:[274][284]
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut,[274][285]
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,[274][285]
Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.[274][285][286]
And in this state she gallops night by night[274] 70
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;[274]
O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight;[274][287]
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees;[274][288]
O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,[274][289]
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,[274] 75
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:[274][290]
Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,[274][291]
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;[274][292]
And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail[274][293][294]
Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep,[274][295] 80
Then he dreams of another benefice:[274][296]
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,[274][293]
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,[274]
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,[274]
Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon[274][297] 85
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,[274][298]
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two,[274]
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab[274]
That plats the manes of horses in the night[274]
And bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs,[274][299] 90
Which once untangled much misfortune bodes:[274][300]
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--
_Rom._ Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace![301] 95
Thou talk'st of nothing.
_Mer._ 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[302] 100
Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.[303]
_Ben._ This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves;
Supper is done, and we shall come too late. 105
_Rom._ I fear, too early: for my mind misgives
Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars,[304]
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night's revels, and expire the term
Of a despised life closed in my breast,[305] 110
By some vile forfeit of untimely death:
But He, that hath the steerage of my course,[306][307]
Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.[307][308]
_Ben._ Strike, drum.[309] [_Exeunt._
SCENE V. _A hall in Capulet's house._[310]
Musicians _waiting. Enter_ Servingmen, _with napkins_.[311]
_First Serv._ Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take[312][313]
away? he shift a trencher! he scrape a trencher![313]
_Sec. Serv._ When good manners shall lie all in one or[314][315][316]
two men's hands, and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.[315]
_First Serv._ Away with the joint-stools, remove the[312][317] 5
court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save me a[318]
piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let the porter[319]
let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. Antony, and Potpan![320]
_Sec. Serv._ Ay, boy, ready.[321]
_First Serv._ You are looked for and called for, asked[312][322] 10
for and sought for, in the great chamber.
_Third Serv._ We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly,[323][324]
boys; be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.[324][325]
[_They retire behind._
_Enter_ CAPULET, _with_ JULIET _and others of his house, meeting the_
Guests _and_ Maskers.
_Cap._ Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes[326]
Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you:[327] 15
Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all[328]
Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,
She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?[329]
Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day[330]
That I have worn a visor, and could tell 20
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.[331][332]
A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.[331][333]
[_Music plays, and they dance._
More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,[334] 25
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 30
Were in a mask?[335]
_Sec. Cap._ By'r lady, thirty years.[336]
_Cap._ What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much:
'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio,[337]
Come Pentecost as quickly as it will,
Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd. 35
_Sec. Cap._ 'Tis more, 'tis more: his son is elder, sir;
His son is thirty.[338]
_Cap._ Will you tell me that?[339]
His son was but a ward two years ago.[340]
_Rom._ [_To a Servingman_] What lady's that, which doth enrich the hand
Of yonder knight? 40
_Serv._ I know not, sir.[341]
_Rom._ O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night[342]
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;[343]
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! 45
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,[344]
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.[345]
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! 50
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.[346]
_Tyb._ This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave[347]
Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,[348]
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? 55
Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.[349]
_Cap._ Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?[350]
_Tyb._ Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;
A villain, that is hither come in spite, 60
To scorn at our solemnity this night.
_Cap._ Young Romeo is it?[351]
_Tyb._ 'Tis he, that villain Romeo.
_Cap._ Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone,
He bears him like a portly gentleman;[352]
And, to say truth, Verona brags of him 65
To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:
I would not for the wealth of all this town[353]
Here in my house do him disparagement:
Therefore be patient, take no note of him:
It is my will, the which if thou respect, 70
Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,
An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
_Tyb._ It fits, when such a villain is a guest:[354]
I'll not endure him.
_Cap._ He shall be endured:
What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;[355] 75
Am I the master here, or you? go to.[355][356]
You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul,[355]
You'll make a mutiny among my guests![355][357]
You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man![355][358]
_Tyb._ Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.[355]
_Cap._ Go to, go to;[355] 80
You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed?[355][359]
This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what:[355]
You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time.[360]
Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:[360]
Be quiet, or--More light, more light! For shame![361] 85
I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!
_Tyb._ 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 bitterest gall.[362] [_Exit._ 90
_Rom._ [_To Juliet_] If I profane with my unworthiest hand[363]
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this,[364]
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand[365]
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
_Jul._ Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,[366] 95
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,[367]
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
_Rom._ Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
_Jul._ Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. 100
_Rom._ O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
_Jul._ Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.[368][369]
_Rom._ Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.[368][370]
Thus from my lips by thine my sin is purged.[368][371] 105
[_Kissing her._
_Jul._ Then have my lips the sin that they have took.[368][372]
_Rom._ Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged![368]
Give me my sin again.[368][373]
_Jul._ You kiss by the book.
_Nurse._ Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
_Rom._ What is her mother?
_Nurse._ Marry, bachelor,[374] 110
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[375]
Shall have the chinks.
_Rom._ Is she a Capulet?[376] 115
O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.[377]
_Ben._ Away, be gone; the sport is at the best.
_Rom._ Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.[378]
_Cap._ Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;
We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.[379] 120
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.[380]
Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late:[381]
I'll to my rest. [_Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse._[382] 125
_Jul._ Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?[383]
_Nurse._ The son and heir of old Tiberio.
_Jul._ What's he that now is going out of door?[384]
_Nurse._ Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio.[385]
_Jul._ What's he that follows there, that would not dance?[386] 130
_Nurse._ I know not.
_Jul._ Go, ask his name. If he be married,
My grave is like to be my wedding bed.[387]
_Nurse._ His name is Romeo, and a Montague,
The only son of your great enemy.[388] 135
_Jul._ My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late![389]
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.
_Nurse._ What's this? what's this?[390]
_Jul._ A rhyme I learn'd even now[391] 140
Of one I danced withal. [_One calls within_ 'Juliet.'
_Nurse._ Anon, anon!
Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.[392] [_Exeunt._
FOOTNOTES:
[6] ACT I. SCENE I.] Actus Primus. Scæna Prima. Ff. Omitted in Qq.
Verona. A public Place.] Capell. A Street in Verona. Rowe.
of the ... bucklers.] with ... bucklers, of ... Capulet. Qq Ff. See
note (1).
[7] _on_] Qq. _A_ F1 F2 F3. _a_ F4. _o'_ Capell.
[8] Sam. _I ... draw._ Gre. _Ay ... collar._] Omitted by Pope.
[9] _an_] Theobald. _and_ Qq. _if_ Ff.
[10] _out o' the_] _out o' th_ F1 F2. _out o' th'_ F3 F4. _out of_ Q2
Q3. _out of the_ Q4 Q5.
[11] _To ... away._] As prose first by Pope. Two lines, the first
ending _stand_: in Qq Ff.
[12] _A ... stand_:] Prose by Pope. One line in Qq Ff.
[13] _I ... Montague's_] As prose in Q2. One line in the rest.
[14] _a weak slave_] _weake slave_ F2. _weak slave_ F3. _weak, slave_
F4.
[15] _'Tis true_] Q5. _Tis true_ Q2 Q3 Q4. _True_ Ff.
[16] _weaker vessels_] _weakest vessels_ F3 F4. _weakest_ Warburton.
[17] _us_] _not us_ Martley conj.
[18] _cruel_] _cruell_ Q4 Q5. _ciuil_ Q2. _ciuill_ Q3 F1. _civill_ F2.
_civil_ F3 F4.
[19] _I will cut_] Qq. _and cut_ Ff.
[20] _maids?_] Ff. _maids._ Q2 Q3. _maides._ Q4. _maids!_ Q5.
[21] _their_] _the_ Warburton, from (Q1).
[22] _in_] (Q1) Q4 F2 Q5 F3 F4. om. Q2 Q3 F1.
[23] _Me ... flesh_] Prose in Qq. Two lines, the first ending _stand_:
in Ff.
[24] _comes two of_] Malone, from (Q1). _comes of_ Qq Ff.
[25] _house of_] Qq. _house of the_ Ff.
Enter....] Rowe. Enter two other servingmen. Qq Ff. Transferred to
follow line 42 by Dyce.
[26] _run?_] _run._ F1 F2.
[27] _thee!_] Q5. _thee._ The rest.
[28] _a_] om. Q2.
[29] [Aside....] First marked by Capell.
_of_] _on_ Q5.
[30] _sir! no_,] _sir, no_ Qq. _sir? no_ Ff.
[31] _But if_] Qq. _If_ Ff.
[32] _better._] Qq. _better?_ Ff.
[33] Enter....] Transferred to line 61 by Dyce.
[34] [Aside....] First marked by Capell.
[35] _sir_] Qq. om. Ff.
[36] _swashing_] Q4 Q5. _washing_ Q2 Q3 Ff.
[37] _Part ... do._] As verse first by Capell. Prose in Qq Ff.
[38] [Beating ... weapons.] Capell. om. Qq Ff.
[39] _What ... death._] Divided as in Qq. Prose in Ff.
[40] _drawn_] _drawne_ Qq. _draw_ Ff.
[41] _thee_] _the_ Q3 F2.
[They fight.] Fight. Ff. om. Qq.
Enter....] Capell, substantially. Enter three or foure Citizens with
Clubs or partysons. Qq (partisans Q5). Enter three or foure Citizens
with Clubs. Ff.
[42] First Off.] Offi. Qq Ff. Cit. Steevens. 1 Cit. Malone.
_Down...._] Citizens. _Down...._ Edd. conj.
[43] and Lady Capulet.] Rowe. and his wife. Qq Ff.
[44] La. Cap.] Rowe. Wife. Qq Ff.
_crutch_ (bis)] Ff Q5. _crowch_ Q2 Q3 Q4.
[45] _My sword_] _A sword_ F4.
[46] and Lady Montague.] Rowe. and his wife. Qq Ff.
[47] _Capulet!--Hold_] _Capulet. Hold_ Ff. _Capulet, hold_ Q2 Q3 Q4.
_Capulet: hold_ Q5.
_let me go_] _let go_ S. Walker conj.
[48] La. Mon.] Rowe. M. Wife. 2. Qq. 2. Wife. Ff.
_one_] Qq. _a_ Ff.
Escalus,] Edd. Eskales, Qq Ff.
[49] _steel,--_] _steel--_ Rowe. _steele_, or _steel_, Qq Ff.
[50] _torture, from ... hands_] _torture from those bloudie hands,_
Q2 Q3 F4 (_bloudy_ Q3. _bloody_ F4). _torture, from those bloody
hands,_ Q4.
_those_] _these_ F2 F3 F4.
[51] _mistemper'd_] Ff Q5. _mistempered_ Q2 Q3 Q4.
[52] _brawls_] _brawles_ Qq. _broyles_ Ff.
_airy_] _angry_ Collier MS.
[53] _made_] _make_ F2.
_Verona's_] _Neronas_ Q2.
[54] _grave beseeming_] _grave-beseeming_ S. Walker conj.
_ornaments_] _ornament_ F2 F3.
[55] _To wield ... hate_] Put in the margin by Pope.
[56] _Canker'd ... hate_] Omitted by Hanmer.
_part your_] _party our_ Q4.
[57] _farther_] Q2 Q4. _further_ Q5. _Fathers_ Q3 F1 F2 F3. _Father's_
F4.
[58] [Exeunt....] Exeunt. Qq Ff. Exeunt Prince and Capulet. &c. Rowe.
[59] SCENE II. Pope.
Mon.] Qq Ff. M. wife. (Q1). La. Moun. Rowe.
[60] _swung_] _swoong_ Q2. _swong_ The rest.
[61] _Who ... scorn_] Omitted by Pope.
_hiss'd_] _kiss'd_ Rowe (ed. 2).
[62] _thrusts_] _thrust_ Q4.
[63] _who ... part_] Omitted by Pope.
[64] La. Mon.] Rowe. Wife Qq Ff.
_saw ... to-day?_] Omitted by Pope.
[65] _I am_] Q2. _am I_ The rest.
[66] _drave_] _drive_ Q2.
_drave ... abroad_] _drew me from company_ (Q1) Pope. _drew me to
walk abroad_ Theobald. _drew me from canopy_ Warburton conj.
(withdrawn).
[67] _sycamore_] Q5. _syramour_ Q2 Q3 Q4. _sycamour_ Ff.
[68] _the city's_] Malone, from (Q1). _this citie_ Q2. _this city_
The rest. _the city_ Warburton. _this city_ Capell. _the city'_
Steevens.
[69] _Which ... found_] Q5. _Which ... sought, where ... found_ The
rest. _That most are busied, when they're most alone_ Pope, from (Q1).
[70] _Being ... self_] Omitted in (Q1) Pope.
[71] _humour_] Q4 Q5. _humor_ Q2. _honour_ The rest.
_his_] _him_ Theobald (Thirlby conj.).
[72] _shunn'd_] Ff Q5. _shunned_ Q2 Q3 Q4.
_who_] _what_ Seymour conj.
[73] _morning's_] _mornings_ Qq F1 F2. _morning_ F3 F4.
[74] _Adding ... sighs_] Omitted by Pope.
[75] _Should_] _Does_ Seymour conj.
[76] _portentous_] F2 F3 F4. _portendous_ Q2 Q3 F1 Q5. _protendous_ Q4.
[77] _learn_] _learn it_ Rowe.
[78] _other_] _others_ F1.
[79] _his_] _is_ Q2.
[80] _discovery_,] After this Johnson conjectures that some lines are
lost.
[81] _sun_] Pope, ed. 2 (Theobald). _same_ Qq Ff.
[82] Enter Romeo.] Qq Ff. Enter Romeo, at a distance. Capell.
Transferred by Dyce to follow line 157.
[83] [Exeunt ...] Capell. Exeunt. Qq Ff.
[84] _struck_] Rowe. _strooke_ Qq F1 F2. _strook_ F3 F4.
_Ay_] _Ah_ Rowe.
[85] _hence_] _henec_ F1.
[86] _In love?_] Q5. _In love._ The rest.
[87] _Out_--] Rowe. _Out._ Qq Ff.
[88] _Of love?_] Q5. _Of love._ The rest.
[89] _see ... will_] _set pathways to our will_ Staunton conj.
_will_] _ill_ Hanmer.
[90] _create_] (Q1) F2 F3 F4. _created_ The rest.
[91] _well-seeming_] _welseeing_ Q2 Q3 F1.
[92] _Why, such is_] _Why such is, merely_, Seymour conj. _Why such,
Benvolio, is_ Collier (Collier MS.). _Why, such, Benvolio, such is_
Mommsen conj. _Why, gentle cousin, such is_ Keightley.]
_Why ... transgression_] Omitted by Pope.
[93] _mine_] _my_ Q4 Q5.
[94] _if_] _them_ (Q1) Pope.
[95] _to too_] _too too_ Q2.
[96] _raised_] _rais'd_ Pope, from (Q1). _made_ Qq Ff.
[97] _purged_] _urg'd_ Singer, ed. 1, (Johnson conj). _puff'd_ Collier.
(Collier MS.).
_sparkling_] _sparling_ F4.
[98] Before or after this line Johnson conjectured that a line is
omitted.
_lovers'_] _lovers_ (Q1) Pope. _loving_ Qq Ff.
After this Keightley marks a line omitted.
[99] _coz_] _cousin_ Pope. _Cox_ Rowe (ed. 2).
_I will_] _I'll_ Pope.
[100] _An_] Hanmer. _And_ Qq Ff.
[101] _Tut_] _But_ F3 F4.
[102] _who is that_] _who she is_ Pope. _whom she is_ (Q1) Boswell.
[103] _Groan ... who_] As in Hanmer. One line in Qq Ff.
[104] _But ... who_] _But pry'thee tell me sadly who she is_ Seymour
conj. _But sadly tell me, truly tell me who_ or _But sadly tell me,
gentle cousin, who_ Taylor conj. MS. _But ... who she is you love_
Keightley.
[105] _Bid ... make_] (Q1) Q4 Q5. _A sicke man in sadnesse makes_ Q2
Q3 F1. _A sicke man in good sadnesse makes_ F2 F3 F4.
[106] _Ah, word_] (Q1) Malone. _A word_ Qq F1. _O. word_ F2 F3 F4.
[107] _mark-man_] _marks-man_ F3 F4.
[108] _Well_] Qq Ff. _But_ (Q1) Pope.
[109] _From ... unharm'd_] _'Gainst ... encharm'd_ Grant White conj.
_unharm'd_] (Q1) Pope. _uncharmd_ Qq Ff. _encharm'd_ Collier (Collier
MS.).
[110] _bide_] Qq F3 F4. _bid_ F1 F2.
[111] _ope_] _open_ F1.
_saint-seducing_] _saint-seucing_ F2.
[112] _she_] om. Q4.
_with ... store_] _with her dies beauty's store_ Theobald. _with her
dies beauty store_ Keightley.
[113] _makes_] _make_ Q2 Q3 F1.
[114] _starved_] _starv'd_ F4. _sterv'd_ The rest.
[115] _is too_] _is to_ Q4.
_wise, wisely too_] Qq F3 F4. _wisewi: sely too_ F1. _wise wisely too_
F2. _wise; too wisely_ Hanmer.
[116] Ben.] Q2 Q5 Ff. Ro. Q3 Q4.
[117] _'Tis ... more_] As in Pope. One line in Qq Ff.
[118] _in question_] _to question_ Keightley.
[119] _These_] _Those_ F3 F4.
[120] _put_] Q5 F3 F4. _puts_ Q2 Q3 Q4 F1 F2.
[121] _strucken_] Q5 F3 F4. _strooken_ The rest.
[122] _What_] _How_ Seymour conj.
_serve but as_] _serve for, but_ Seymour conj.
[123] _fair?_] Pope. _faire._ or _fair._ Qq Ff.
[124] SCENE II.] Capell. SCENE III. Pope.
A street.] Capell.
[125] Enter ...] Enter Capulet, Countie Paris, and the Clowne. Qq Ff.
[126] _But_] Q2. om. Q3 Ff. _And_ Q4 Q5.
[127] _I, In penalty alike_] _I, alike In penalty_ S. Walker conj.
[128] _I think_,] om. Pope.
[129] _as we_] om. Taylor conj. MS., reading _I think ... peace_, as
one line.
[130] _happy_] _married_ Seymour conj.
[131] _made_] _married_ (Q1) Singer (ed. 2).
[132] _The earth_] Q4 Q5. _Earth_ Q2 Q3 F1. _Earth up_ F2 F3 F4.
_The earth hath swallow'd_] _Earth hath up-swallow'd_ Seymour conj.
_swallow'd_] Q5. _swallowed_ The rest.
_she_] _her_ Hanmer.
[133] _She is ... earth_] Omitted by (Q1) Pope. _She is the hope and
stay of my full years_ Johnson conj.
_She is_] Q4 F2 Q5 F3 F4. _Shees_ Q2 Q3. _Shee's_ F1.
_earth_] _fee_ Keightley.
[134] _An_] Capell. _And_ Qq Ff. _If_ Rowe (ed. 2).
_agree_] _agreed_ Q2.
[135] _fair according_] _fair-according_ Nicholson conj.
[136] _One_] _Once_ Rowe.
_most welcome_] _o' th' welcome_ Hanmer.
_makes_] _make_ Capell conj.
[137] _make ... heaven light_] _make ... heaven's light_ Theobald.
_make ... even light_ Warburton. _mask ... heaven's light_ Jackson
conj.
[138] _young men_] _yeomen_ Johnson conj.
[139] _female_] (Q1) F2 F3 F4. _fennell_ Qq F1.
[140] _Which on more_] Q4 Q5. _Which one more_ Q2 Q3 Ff. _Such
amongst_ (Q1) Steevens. _Within your_ Johnson conj. _On which more_
Capell. _Search among_ Steevens conj. _Whilst on more_ Dyce, ed. 2
(Mason conj.). _Which one, o'er_ Jackson conj.
_Which ... view, of_] _Such, amongst few; of_ Badham conj. _Which
one may vie with_ Bullock conj. _Which one more, few or_ Id. conj.
(withdrawn).
_view, of many_] _view, of many,_ Q2 F2 F3 F4. _veiw, of many_, Q3
F1. _view of many_, Q4 Q5.
[141] _May_] _My_ F2.
[142] [Gives a paper. Malone.
[143] [Exeunt ...] Rowe. Exit. Qq Ff.
[144] _written here! It_] _written here? It_ Rowe. _written. Here it_
Qq F3 F4. _written. Heere it_ F1. _written. Heert it_ F2. _written
here!_ [turns and twists the notes about.] _Here_ [tapping his head]
_it_ Nicholson conj.
[145] _persons_] _persons out_ Capell.
_here writ_] Q2 Q3 Q5. _heee writ_ Q4. _writ_ Ff.
[146] _I ... learned_] Put in parenthesis in Qq Ff.
[147] _out_] _out_, Q2.
[148] _One_] _On_ Q2.
[149] _holp_] _help'd_ Pope.
[150] _desperate_] _desparate_ F1 F2.
_cures_] _cure_ Pope.
[151] _thy eye_] Q2. _the eye_ The rest.
[152] _and--God-den_] _and--Good-e'en_ Rowe. _and Godden_ Qq F1 F2 F3.
_and Good-e'en_ F4.
[153] _God gi' god-den_] _Godgigoden_ Qq F1 F2 F3. _God gi' Good-e'en_
F4.
[154] _Perhaps ... see?_] Prose in Pope. Two lines in Qq Ff.
[155] _learned_] Qq. _learn'd_ Ff.
[156] [Reads.] He reades the Letter. Qq Ff. He reads the list. Johnson.
[157] _Signior ... Helena._] As nine lines of verse, Dyce, ed. 2
(Capell conj.).
[158] _daughters_] Qq. _daughter_ Ff.
_County_] _Count_ Rowe.
[159] _Anselme_] Qq F1 F2. _Anselm_ F3 F4. _Anselmo_ Dyce, ed. 2
(Capell conj.).
[160] _Livia_] _Livio_ Rowe (ed. 2). _gentle Livia_ Capell conj. _and
Livia_ Dyce, ed. 2 (Courtenay conj.).
[161] _lively_] _lovely_ Rowe.
[162] [giving back the Note. Capell.
[163] _Up_] _To sup_ Staunton conj.
[164] _Whither?_ Serv. _To ... supper; to_] Theobald (Warburton).
_Whether to supper?_ Ser: _To_ (Q1). _Whither to supper?_ Ser. _To_ Q2.
_Whither to supper._ Ser.? _To_ Q3. _Whither to supper._ Ser. _To_
Q4. _Whither? to supper?_ Ser. _To_ Ff Q5.
[165] _To supper_] om. Capell.
[166] _crush_] _crash_ Hanmer.
[167] [Exit.] Ff. om. Qq.
[168] _Capulet's_] _Cupalets_ F2.
[169] _lovest_] F2 Q5 F3 F4. _loves_ (Q1) Q2 Q3 Q4 F1.
[170] _thee_] _the_ Q5.
[171] _fires_] Pope. _fire_ (Q1) Qq Ff.
[172] _these_] _those_ Hanmer.
[173] _love!_] F2 Q5 F3 F4. _love_, (Q1) Q2. _love?_ Q3 Q4. _love_: F1.
[174] _Tut_] Qq F1. _Tut Tut_ F2. _Tut, tut_ F2 F3 F4.
[175] _that_] _those_ Rowe.
_scales_] _scale_ S. Walker conj. (withdrawn).
[176] _lady's love_] _lady-love_ Theobald. _lady and love_ Keightley.
[177] _she shall scant show well_] (Q1) Qq. _she shew scant shell,
well_, F1. _shele shew scant, well_, F2. _she'l shew scant well,_ F3
F4. _she will shew scant well,_ Rowe (ed. 2).
_seems_] _seemes_ (Q1) Q2. _shewes_ Q3 Q4 F1 F2 Q5. _shews_ F3 F4.
[178] _sight_] _light_ Anon. conj.
[179] [Exeunt.] Pope (ed. 2). om. Qq Ff.
[180] SCENE III.] Capell. SCENE II. Rowe. SCENE IV. Pope.
A room ...] Capell. Capulet's House. Rowe.
[181] Lady Capulet] Rowe. Capulets Wife. Qq Ff.
[182] La. Cap.] Rowe. Wife. Qq Ff.
[183] _Now ... Juliet!_] As verse first by Johnson. Prose in Qq Ff. The
Nurse's speeches are printed in italics in Qq.
[184] _year_] _yeeres_ Q5. _years_ F4.
[185] _bade her come_,] _bad her come_, Q1 Q2 Q3 Ff. _had her, come_,
Q4. _had her: come,_ Q5.
[186] _How ... will?_] As in Qq Ff. Two lines, the first ending _here_,
in Capell.
[187] _What is your will?_] om. Seymour conj.
[188] _This ... age._] As verse first by Capell. Prose in Qq Ff.
[189] _thou's_] _thou'se_ Qq Ff. _thous'_ Rowe. _thou shalt_ Pope.
_our_] _my_ F4.
[190] _know'st_] Q5. _knowest_ The rest.
[191] _I'll ... Lammas-tide?_] Arranged as in Steevens (1793).
_I'll ... fourteen_ as prose, _How ... tide?_ as one line, in Qq. Four
lines, ending _teeth, ... spoken, ... fourteen, Lammas-tide?_ in Ff.
Three lines, ending _teeth, ... four, ... Lammas-tide?_ in Capell.
[192] _of my_] _o' my_ Capell.
[193] _teen_] _teeth_ F2 F3 F4.
[194] _She is_] Steevens (1793). _Shees_ or _Shee's_ or _She's_ Qq Ff.
_is it_] _is't_ Capell.
[195] _Even ... 'Ay.'_] As verse first by Capell. Prose in Qq Ff.
[196] _in_] _i'_ Capell.
[197] _shall_] _stal_ Q2.
[198] _That_] _then_ Q4 Q5.
[199] _of the year_] _in the year_ Q5 F3 F4.
[200] _with_] _wi'_ Capell.
[201] _eleven_] F2 Q5 F3 F4. _a leauen_ (Q1). _a leuen_ Q2 Q3 Q4. _a
eleuen_ F1.
_years_] _yeare_ (Q1).
[202] _she could_] _could Iuliet_ (Q1).
_high-lone_] _high lone_ (Q1). _hylone_ Q2. _a lone_ Q3. _alone_ The
rest.
_by the_] (Q1). _byth_ Q2. _bi'th_ Q3 Q4. _bi' th'_ F1 F2 F3. _byth'_
Q5 F1.
[203] _with_] om. Rowe (ed. 1).
[204] _Jule_] _Juliet_ (Q1) F4. _Julet_ F2 F3. _Julé_ Hanmer. _Juli'_
Capell.
[205] _an_] Pope. _and_ Qq F3 F4. & F1 F2. _if_ (Q1).
_should_] (Q1) F3 F4. _shall_ The rest.
[206] _Jule_] _Julet_ F1 F2 F3. _Juliet_ F4. _Julé_ Hanmer.
[207] La. Cap.] Rowe. Old La. Qq Ff.
[208] _Yes, ... 'Ay.'_] As verse first by Capell. Prose in Qq Ff.
[209] _upon_] _on_ Q5.
_it_] Qq F1 F2. _its_ F3 F4.
[210] _perilous_] _par'lous_ Capell.
[211] _Jule_] _Julet_ F2 F3. _Juliet_ F4. _Julé_, Hanmer. _Juli'_
Capell.
[212] _stint thou_] _stent thou_ F3. _stint thee_ F4.
_thee_,] _the_ F2.
[213] _Peace ... wish._] As verse first by Pope. Prose in Qq Ff.
[214] _to_] F2 Q5 F3 F4. _too_ Q2 Q3 Q4 F1.
[215] _wast_] _wert_ (Q1). _was_ F2.
[216] _An_] Pope. _and_ Qq Ff.
[217] _Marry, that 'marry'_] _And that same marriage_ Pope, from (Q1).
[218] _Juliet_] _Julet_ F2 F3.
[219] _disposition_] Ff. _dispositions_ Qq.
[220] _It is_] _'Tis_ F3 F4.
[221] _honour_] Pope, from (Q1). _houre_ Qq F1 F2. _hour_ F3 F4.
[222] _An ... teat._] As verse first by Pope. Prose in Qq Ff.
[223] _thine_] om. Q4 Q5.
[224] _I would say_] _I would say that_ F3 F4. _I'd say_ Pope.
_wisdom_] _thy wisdome_ Q4 Q5.
[225] _Verona_] _Varona_ F2.
[226] _mothers. By_] Ff. _mothers by_ Qq.
[227] _A man ... wax._] As verse first in Pope. Prose in Qq Ff.
[228] _world--_] F4. _world._ Q2 Q3 Q4 F1 F2 F3. _world_, (Q1) Q5.
[229] La. Cap. _What ... men._] Omitted by Pope, following (Q1).
[230] _Paris'_] _Paris's_ F4.
[231] _married_] Q2. _severall_ The rest.
[232] _sea_] _shell_ Rann (Mason conj.).
[233] _fair within_] _faire, within_ Q2.
[234] _many's_] _many_ Q5.
[235] _bigger: women_] Ff. _bigger women_ Qq.
[236] _endart_] _engage_ (Q1). _ingage_ Pope.
[237] _it_] (Q1) Q4 F2 Q5 F3 F4. om. Q2 Q3 F1.
Enter a Servingman.] Ff. Enter Serving. Qq. Enter Clowne. (Q1).
[238] _straight_] om. Pope.
[239] La. Cap. _We ... days._] Omitted by Pope.
[240] La. Cap.] Rowe. Mo. Qq Ff.
[Exit Servingman.] Exit. Ff, after line 105. om. Qq.
[241] SCENE IV.] Steevens. SCENE V. Pope. ACT II. SCENE I. Capell.
A street.] Capell. A street before Capulet's house. Theobald.
Mercutio,] Mercurio, Q4.
and] om. Qq Ff.
Torch-bearers.] Torchbearers, and drums. Theobald. Torch-bearers, and
Drummers. Hanmer. Torchbearers, and others. Steevens.
[242] Rom.] Ben. Capell conj.
[243] Ben.] Mer. Capell conj.
[244] _crow-keeper_] _cow-keeper_ Pope, ed. 2 (Theobald conj.
withdrawn).
[245] _Nor no ... entrance_:] Inserted by Pope from (Q1). Omitted in Qq
Ff.
[246] _Nor no_] (Q1). _Nor a_ Pope.
[247] _for_] _'fore_ Hanmer.
_entrance_] (Q1). _enterance_ Pope.
[248] _Being ... light._] Omitted by Pope.
[249] Mer.] Ben. Capell conj.
[250] _soul_] _soule_ Qq. _soale_ F1. _sole_ F2 F3 F4.
[251] Mer. _You ... love down._] Omitted by (Q1) Pope.
[252] _enpierced_] _enpearced_ Qq F1. _impearced_ F2 F3. _impierced_
F4. _empierced_ S. Walker conj.
[253] _so bound_,] Q2 Q3 Q4. _to bound_: F1 F4. _to bond_: F2 F3. _so
bound._ Q5.
[254] _burthen_] _birthen_ Q2.
[255] Mer.] Q5. Mercu. Q4. Horatio. Q Q3. Hora. Ff.
_should you_] _you should_ Capell conj.
_love_;] _love?_ Steevens, 1773 (Heath conj.).
[256] _and_] om. F3 F4.
[257] _beat love_] _love beat_ Rowe.
[258] _Give ..._] Mer. _Give ..._ (Q1) Pope.
_in_:] _in?_ [Pulling off his Mask. Theobald. _in?_ [Putting on his
Mask. Johnson. _in._ [taking one from an Att. Capell.
[259] _visor!_] _visor!_ [throwing it away. Capell.
[260] _quote_] _coate_ (Q1). _cote_ Q2.
[261] Ben. _Come ... legs._] Omitted by (Q1) Pope.
[262] _betake_] _betakes_ Q3.
[263] _candle-holder_] _candle lighter_ Rowe.
[264] _The game ... ask?_] Put in the margin by Pope.
[265] _done_] (Q1) F1 F2 F3. _dum_ Q2. _dun_ Q3 Q4 Q5 F4.
[266] _mire_] _mire._ Ff.
[267] _Of this sir-reverence love_] Singer, from (Q1). _Or save you
reverence love_ Qq. _Or save your reverence love_ F1 F2 F3. _Or, save
your reverence, love_ F4. _O! save your reverence, love_ Johnson
conj. _Of this (save reverence) love_ Malone and Rann. _Of this
(sir-reverence) love_ Dyce (ed. 1).
_stick'st_] Capell. _stickst_ (Q1). _stickest_ The rest.
[268] _the_] _thine_ Theobald.
[269] _Nay_] om. Q4 Q5.
_sir, in delay_] _sir in delay_ Q2 Q3. _sir in delay_, (Q1) Q4 Q5.
_sir I delay,_ F1. _sir I, delay_, F2. _sir I, delay._ F3. _sir, I
delay._ F4. _sir, we delay._ Rowe.
[270] _We ... day_] Capell. _We burne our lights by night, like
Lampes by day_ (Q1). _We waste our lights in vaine, lights lights
by day_ Qq (_wast_ Q3). _We wast our lights in vaine, lights,
lights, by day_ Ff. _We burn our lights by light, and lamps by day_
Theobald. _We waste our lights in vain, like lights by day_ Johnson.
_We waste our lights in vain, light lights by day_ Nicholson conj.
[271] _sits_] _fits_ Rowe. _hits_ Collier MS.
[272] _our five_] Malone (Wilbraham conj.). _our fine_ Qq Ff.
[273] After this line Keightley inserts from (Q1), Ben. _Queen Mab!
what's she?_
[274] _fairies'_] Steevens. _fairies_ (Q1). _Fairies_ Q2 Q3 Q5 Ff
(_Fayries_ F3). _Fairis_ Q4. _Fancy's_ Theobald (Warburton). _fairy_
Warton conj.
[275] _She is ... bodes_:] As verse by Pope, following (Q1). Prose in
Qq Ff.
[276] _In shape no_] _In shade; no_ Warburton conj.
_an_] om. F1 F2.
[277] _atomies_] Q3 Q4 Ff Q5. _Atomi_ (Q1). _ottamie_ Q2.
[278] _Athwart_] (Q1) Pope. _over_ Qq Ff.
[279] _made of long_] _are made of_ (Q1) Seymour conj.
[280] _Her traces_] Qq F1. _her trace_ F3 F4. _The traces_ (Q1) Pope.
_spider's_] _spider_ Q2 Q3 Q4.
[281] _Her collar_] _The collars_ (Q1) Pope.
_collars_] _coullers_ F1.
[282] _film_] _filme_ F2 F3 F4. _Philome_ Qq F1. _filmes_ (Q1).
[283] _waggoner_,] _waggoner's_ Seymour conj.
[284] _Prick'd_] _Pickt_ (Q1). _Pick'd_ Collier MS.
_lazy finger_] _Lazie-finger_ F1. _Lazy finger_ F2 F3.
_maid_] (Q1) Pope. _man_ Qq F1. _woman_ F2 F3 F4. _milkmaid_ Collier MS.
[285] _Her ... coachmakers_] Transferred to follow line 58, Lettsom
conj.
[286] _o' mind_] Capell. _amind_ Q2. _a mind_ Q3 Q4 F1 F2. _of mind_ Q5
F3 F4.
[287] _O'er_] Hanmer. _O're_ (Q1). _On_ Qq Ff.
_O'er ... straight_;] om. Seymour conj.
_courtiers_'] _Countries_ F2 F3 F4. _counties_' Tyrwhitt conj.
_court'sies_] _cursies_ Qq Ff.
[288] _dream_] _dreamt_ F1.
[289] _on_] _one_ Q2.
[290] _breaths_] Rowe. _breathes_ (Q1). _breath_ Qq Ff.
[291] _Sometime_] _sometimes_ Q5.
_courtier's_] _lawyer's_ Pope, from (Q1). _taylor's_ Theobald conj.
_counsellor's_ Collier MS.
_courtier's nose_] _lawyer's lip_ Seymour conj.
[292] _dreams_] _dreame_ Q3.
[293] _sometime_] _sometimes_ Rowe.
[294] _a_] om. F1.
[295] _a parson's nose_] _a parson_ Pope (ed. 1). _the parson_ Pope
(ed. 2).
_parson's_] _Persons_ Q2.
_a'_] Capell. _a_ Qq F1. _he_ F2 F3 F4.
[296] _he dreams_] _dreams he_ (Q1) Pope.
[297] _Of healths_] _Of delves_ Thirlby conj. _Trenches_ Keightley conj.
[298] _ear_] _eare_ (Q1)Qq. _eares_ F1 F2 F3. _ears_ F4.
[299] _bakes_] _cakes_ Pope. _makes_ Collier MS.
_elf-locks_] _Elklocks_ Q2 Q3 F1.
[300] _untangled_] _entangled_ F3. _intangled_ F4.
_misfortune_] _misfortunes_ Rowe.
[301] _This_] _This, this_ Hanmer. _And this_ Capell.
_she--_] F2 F3 F4. _she._ Q2 Q3 F1. _shee._ Q4 Q5. _she that ..._
Keightley.
[302] _inconstant_] _unconstant_ Q5 F3 F4.
[303] _his face_] (Q1) Pope. _his side_ Qq Ff. _his tide_ Collier MS.
_aside_ Anon. conj.
[304] _yet_] _is_ (Q1). _still_ Rowe.
[305] _breast_] _breath_ Collier MS.
[306] _steerage_] (Q1) Q5 F4. _stirrage_ The rest.
[307] _course ... sail_] _fate ... course_ Capell conj.
[308] _sail_] (Q1) Steevens. _sute_ Qq Ff. _fate_ Anon. conj.
[309] [Exeunt.] Drum. Exeunt. Capell. They march about the Stage, and
Exeunt. Theobald. om. Qq Ff.
[310] SCENE V.] Steevens. SCENE VI. Hanmer. Pope continues the scene.
ACT II. SCENE II. Capell.
A hall ...] Theobald. Musicians waiting.] Capell.
[311] Enter ...] They march about the Stage, and Servingmen come forth
with Napkins. Enter Romeo. Qq. They march ... their napkins. Enter
Servant. Ff.
[312] First Serv.] 1 Ser. Rowe. Ser. Qq Ff.
[313] _Where's ... trencher!_] Prose in Pope. Two lines in Qq Ff.
[314] Sec. Serv.] 2 Ser. Rowe. 1. Qq Ff.
[315] _When ... thing._] Two lines in Q2. Prose in the rest.
[316] _lie_] _ye_ Rowe (ed. 1).
_all_] Qq. om. Ff.
[317] _joint-stools_] Rowe. _ioynstooles_ Q2 Q3 Q4 F1 F2.
_join-stooles_ Q5. _joynstooles_ F3. _joyn-stools_ F4.
[318] _court-cupboard_] Q5 F4. _court-cubbert_ Q2 Q3 Q4.
_court-cubbord_ F1 F2 F3.
[319] _lovest_] Ff. _loves_ Qq.
[320] _Nell._] Theobald. _Nell_, Qq Ff.
_Antony_] _Authonie_ F2.
_Antony, and Potpan!_] _Antony! Potpan!_ Capell. _Antony Potpan!_
Dyce (ed. 2).
[321] Sec. Serv.] 2 Ser. Rowe. 2. Qq Ff. 3. S. Capell (corrected in
MS.).
[322] _and_] om. F3 F4.
[323] Third Serv.] 3. Qq. 1. Ff. 2 Ser. Rowe.
[324] _We ... all._] Prose in Pope. Two lines in Qq Ff.
[325] [They retire behind.] Malone. Exeunt. Qq Ff. om. Capell.
Enter ...] Enter all the guests and gentlewomen to the Maskers. Qq Ff.
[326] SCENE VI. Pope. SCENE VII. Hanmer.
_Welcome, gentlemen_] _Gentlemen, welcome_ Hanmer. _You're welcome,
gentlemen_ Lettsom conj.
_Welcome ... toes_] As in Qq. Two lines in Ff.
_their toes_] _your feet_ Pope.
[327] _will have a bout_] Capell. _will have about_ (Q1). _will walke
about_ Qq Ff. _we'll have a bout_ Pope.
[328] _Ah ha, my_] (Q1) Capell. _Ah my_ Qq F1. _Ah me_, F2 F3 F4. _Ah
me, my_ Rowe.
[329] _She_,] om. Pope. Transferred to the end of line 17 by Steevens.
[330] _Welcome_] _You're welcome_ Lettsom conj.
_gentlemen_] _all gentlemen_ Pope. _you too, gentlemen_ Capell.
[Enter other guests. Nicholson conj.
_I have_] _I've_ Pope.
[331] _You are ... girls_] Omitted by Pope.
[332] _gentlemen! Come_,] _gentlemen come,_ Q2.
[Enter more guests. Nicholson conj.
[333] _A hall, a hall!_] _A ball, a ball._ Johnson.
_a hall_] _hall_ F2 F3 F4.
[Music ...] Qq Ff (after line 23). Musick. Dance forming. Capell (after
line 23).
[334] _you_] _ye_ F2 F3 F4.
[335] _mask_] _make_ Q5.
_By'r lady_] F4. _Berlady_ The rest.
[336] Cap.] Capell. I. Capu. Qq. Ff.
[337] _Lucentio_,] (Q1) F1 F3 F4. _Lucientio_: Q2 Q5. _Lucientio_, Q3
Q4. _Lucentio._ F2.
[338] Cap.] 1 Capu. Qq. 3 Cap. Ff.
[339] _two_] 2. Q2. _three_ (Q1).
[Juliet is taken out. Capell. After this line Keightley inserts from
(Q1), _Good youths, i' faith! Oh, youth's a jolly thing!_
[340] [To a Servingman.] to a Servant. Capell. om. Qq Ff.
_lady's_] _ladies_ Q2. _ladie is_ Q3 Q4 F1. _lady is_ F2 Q5 F3 F4.
[341] [Company dance. Capell.
[342] _It seems she_] (Q1) Qq F1. _Her beauty_ F2 F3 F4.
[343] _Like_] (Q1) F2 F3 F4. _As_ Qq F1.
[344] _snowy_] _snowe_ Q4.
[345] _blessed_] _happy_ (Q1) Pope.
[346] _For I ne'er_] _For I nere_ Qq (_ne're_ Q5). _For I never_ Ff. _I
never_ (Q1) Pope.
[347] _What dares_] _what? dares_ Q5.
[348] _hither_] _hether_ Q3 Q4.
_antic_] _antick_ Rowe. _antique_ Qq Ff.
[349] _it_] _in_ F2.
[350] _Why ... so?_] As in Qq. Two lines in Ff.
[351] _Romeo is it?_] Ff. _Romeo is it._ Q2 Q3 Q4. _Romeo, is it?_
Q5. _Romeo, is't?_ Pope.
_'Tis he_] om. Pope.
_villain_] _villian_ F2.
[352] _He_] (Q1) Rowe. _A_ Qq Ff.
[353] _this_] Qq. _the_ Ff.
[354] _for_] _of_ Rowe.
[355] _What ... know what_:] Put in the margin by Pope.
[356] _Am ... go to_] _Go to. Am ... you?_ Collier MS.
[357] _my guests!_] Theobald. _my guests:_ Qq. _the guests_: Ff.
[358] _set_] _set a_ Q4 Q5.
[359] _is't_] _'tis_ F2 F3 F4.
[360] _You ... go_:] Omitted by Pope.
[361] _or--More ... shame!_] _or--More ... light.--For shame!_
Knight. _or (more ... shame)_ Q5. _or more ... light for shame,_ Q2
Q3 Q4 Ff. _or more light, for shame,_ F2 F3 F4. _or more light, for
shame;_ Rowe.
[362] _Now seeming_] _Now-seeming_ Lettsom conj.
_bitterest_] _bittrest_ Q2. _bitter_ The rest.
[Exit.] om. F2 F3 F4.
[Dance ends. Juliet retires to her Seat. Capell.
[363] [To Juliet] Rowe. drawing up to her, and taking her Hand. Capell.
_unworthiest_] _unworthy_ (Q1) Pope.
[364] _fine_] Theobald (Warburton). _sin_ Q2 Q3 Ff. _Sinne_ (Q1) Q4 Q5.
_is this_] _be this_ Hammer.
[365] _two_] _to_ F1.
_ready_] (Q1) F2 Q5 F3 F4. _did ready_ Q2 Q3 Q4 F1 (_readie_ Q2).
[366] _Good ... much_,] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.
[367] _hands that_] Q5. _hands, that_ Q2 Q3 Q4 F1 F2. _hands, the_ F3
F4. _hands--the_ Rowe.
_hands do_] _hand, doe_ F2. _hand, do_ F3 F4.
[368] _Saints ... book._] Put in the margin by Pope.
[369] _Saints ... sake._] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.
_though_] _yet_ Pope.
[370] _prayer's effect I take_] Capell. _prayers effect I take_ (Q1) Qq
F1. _prayers effect doe take_ F2 F3 F4.
[371] _thine_] _yours_ (Q1) Capell.
[Kissing her.] Rowe.
[372] _that they have_] _that late they_ Pope.
[373] _sin_] _kiss_ Capell.
[Kissing her again. Capell.
_by the_] (Q1). _bith_ Qq. _by' th'_ F1 F2. _by th'_ F3 F4.
[374] [To her Nurse. Pope.
[375] _talk'd_] _talkt_ (Q1) Qq F1. _talke_ F2. _talk_ F3 F4.
[376] _chinks_] _chincke_ Rowe (ed 2). _chink_ Pope.
_Capulet_] _Mountague_ (Q1). _Catulet_ Q3.
[377] _debt_] _thrall_ (Q1). See note (II).
[378] [Going. Collier, ed. 2 (Collier MS.).
[379] [Maskers excuse themselves with a Bow. Capell.
[380] _on then_,] _on, then_, Dyce. _on, then_ Qq Ff.
[381] [to his Cousin. Capell.
[382] [Exeunt ... Nurse.] Malone. Exeunt. F2 F3 F4. om. Qq F1. Company
retire. Capell.
[383] _Come ... gentleman?_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.
_yond_] _yond'_ F4. _yon_ Pope.
[384] _of_] _of the_ Q4 Q5.
[385] _Marry ... be_] _That as I think is_ (Q1) Pope.
_be_] _to be_ F3 F4.
[386] _there_] (Q1) Capell. _here_ Qq Ff.
[387] _wedding_] _wedded_ F1.
[388] _your_] _our_ F2 F3 F4.
[389] _unknown_] _unknow_ F2.
[390] [Going and returning. Collier (ed. 2).
[391] _this ... this_] Ff. _tis ... tis_ Qq.
_learn'd_] _learne_ F1.
_even_] _e'en_ Pope.
[392] _all are_] _are all_ Q4.
ACT II.
PROLOGUE.
_Enter_ Chorus.[393]
_Chor._ Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,[394]
And young affection gapes to be his heir;
That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,[395]
With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.[396]
Now Romeo is beloved and loves again, 5
Alike bewitched 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; 10
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.[397] [_Exit._
SCENE I. _A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard._[398]
_Enter_ ROMEO, _alone_.
_Rom._ 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 _with_ MERCUTIO.
_Ben._ Romeo! my cousin Romeo![399]
_Mer._ He is wise;[400][401]
And, on my life, hath stol'n him home to bed.[401]
_Ben._ He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall: 5
Call, good Mercutio.
_Mer._ Nay, I'll conjure too.[402]
Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover![403]
Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh:[404]
Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;[405]
Cry but 'ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;'[406] 10
Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,[407]
One nick-name for her purblind son and heir,[408]
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim[409][410]
When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid![410]
He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;[411] 15
The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.[412]
I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,[413]
By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,
By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh,
And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, 20
That in thy likeness thou appear to us!
_Ben._ An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.[414]
_Mer._ This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him
To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle[415]
Of some strange nature, letting it there stand[416] 25
Till she had laid it and conjured it down;
That were some spite: my invocation[417]
Is fair and honest, and in his mistress' name[415][417][418]
I conjure only but to raise up him.
_Ben._ Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,[419] 30
To be consorted with the humorous night:
Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.
_Mer._ 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[420] 35
As maids call medlars when they laugh alone.[421]
O, Romeo, that she were, O, that she were[422][423]
An open et cetera, thou a poperin pear![423][424]
Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed;
This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:[425] 40
Come, shall we go?[426]
_Ben._ Go then, for 'tis in vain[426][427]
To seek him here that means not to be found. [_Exeunt._
SCENE II. _Capulet's orchard._[428]
_Enter_ ROMEO.[429]
_Rom._ He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
[_Juliet appears above at a window._
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?[430]
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, 5
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:[431]
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,[432]
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady; O, it is my love![433] 10
O, that she knew she were![433][434]
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,[435] 15
Having some business, do intreat her eyes[436]
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[437] 20
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.[438]
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
_Jul._ Ay me!
_Rom._ She speaks:[439] 25
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,[440]
As is a winged messenger of heaven[441]
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes[442]
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, 30
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds[443]
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
_Jul._ O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?[444]
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, 35
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
_Rom._ [_Aside_] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?[445]
_Jul._ 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.[446]
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,[447] 40
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part[448]
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name![448][449]
What's in a name? that which we call a rose[450]
By any other name would smell as sweet;[451]
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,[452] 45
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,[453]
And for thy name, which is no part of thee,[454]
Take all myself.
_Rom._ I take thee at thy word:[455]
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; 50
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
_Jul._ What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd in night,[456]
So stumblest on my counsel?
_Rom._ By a name[457]
I know not how to tell thee who I am:[457]
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, 55
Because it is an enemy to thee;
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
_Jul._ My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words[458]
Of thy tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound:[459]
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague? 60
_Rom._ Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.[460]
_Jul._ How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?[461]
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.[462] 65
_Rom._ With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls,[463]
For stony limits cannot hold love out:
And what love can do, that dares love attempt;
Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.[464]
_Jul._ If they do see thee, they will murder thee. 70
_Rom._ Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity.
_Jul._ I would not for the world they saw thee here.
_Rom._ I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes;[465] 75
And but thou love me, let them find me here:[466]
My life were better ended by their hate,
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
_Jul._ By whose direction found'st thou out this place?
_Rom._ By love, that first did prompt me to inquire;[467] 80
He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.
I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far[468]
As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,[469]
I would adventure for such merchandise.[470]
_Jul._ Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,[471] 85
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![472]
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'[473] 90
And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries,[474]
They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,[475]
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,[476] 95
I'll frown and be perverse and 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 'haviour light:[477]
But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true 100
Than those that have more cunning to be strange.[478]
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,[479]
And not impute this yielding to light love, 105
Which the dark night hath so discovered.
_Rom._ Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear,[480]
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops,--[481]
_Jul._ O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon,[482]
That monthly changes in her circled orb,[483] 110
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
_Rom._ What shall I swear by?
_Jul._ 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.
_Rom._ If my heart's dear love--[484] 115
_Jul._ Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,[485]
I have no joy of this contract to-night:
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden,[486]
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night![487] 120
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,[488]
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!
_Rom._ O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? 125
_Jul._ What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
_Rom._ The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.[489]
_Jul._ I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
And yet I would it were to give again.
_Rom._ Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?[490] 130
_Jul._ 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. 135
I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu![491]
[_Nurse calls within._
Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
Stay but a little, I will come again.[492] [_Exit._
_Rom._ O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard,[493]
Being in night, all this is but a dream, 140
Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.[494]
_Re-enter_ JULIET, _above_.
_Jul._ Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.[495]
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, 145
Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite,[496]
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
And follow thee my lord throughout the world.[497]
_Nurse._ [_Within_] Madam![498]
_Jul._ I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well,[499] 150
I do beseech thee--[498]
_Nurse._ [_Within_] Madam!
_Jul._ By and by, I come:--
To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:[500]
To-morrow will I send.
_Rom._ So thrive my soul,--[501]
_Jul._ A thousand times good night! [_Exit._[502]
_Rom._ A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.[503] 155
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.[504]
[_Retiring slowly._
_Re-enter_ JULIET, _above_.
_Jul._ Hist! Romeo, hist!--O, for a falconer's voice,
To lure this tassel-gentle back again![505]
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;[506] 160
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine[507][508]
With repetition of my Romeo's name.[508][509]
Romeo![510]
_Rom._ It is my soul that calls upon my name:[511] 165
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!
_Jul._ Romeo!
_Rom._ My dear?[512]
_Jul._ At what o'clock to-morrow
Shall I send to thee?
_Rom._ At the hour of nine.[513]
_Jul._ I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.[514] 170
I have forgot why I did call thee back.
_Rom._ Let me stand here till thou remember it.
_Jul._ I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,[515]
Remembering how I love thy company.
_Rom._ And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, 175
Forgetting any other home but this.[516]
_Jul._ 'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:
And yet no farther than a wanton's bird,[517]
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,[518]
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, 180
And with a silk thread plucks it back again,[519]
So loving-jealous of his liberty.[520]
_Rom._ I would I were thy bird.
_Jul._ Sweet, so would I:
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow[521] 185
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.[521][522] [_Exit._
_Rom._ Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast![521]
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest![521]
Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,[521][523]
His help to crave and my dear hap to tell.[521] [_Exit._ 190
SCENE III. _Friar Laurence's cell._[524]
_Enter_ FRIAR LAURENCE, _with a basket_.[525]
_Fri. L._ The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,[526]
Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light;[526][527]
And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels[526][528]
From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels:[526][529]
Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye, 5
The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry,
I must up-fill this osier cage of ours[530]
With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.[531]
The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb;[532]
What is her burying grave, that is her womb: 10
And from her womb children of divers kind
We sucking on her natural bosom find,
Many for many virtues excellent,[533]
None but for some, and yet all different.
O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies 15
In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:[534]
For nought so vile that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth some special good doth give;[535]
Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use,
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:[536] 20
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied,
And vice sometime's by action dignified.[537]
Within the infant rind of this small flower[538]
Poison hath residence, and medicine power:[539]
For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part,[540] 25
Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.[541]
Two such opposed kings encamp them still[542]
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.[543] 30
_Enter_ ROMEO.
_Rom._ Good morrow, father.
_Fri. L._ Benedicite![544]
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?[545]
Young son, it argues a distemper'd head[546]
So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, 35
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;[547]
But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain[548]
Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign:
Therefore thy earliness doth me assure
Thou art up-roused by some distemperature;[549] 40
Or if not so, then here I hit it right,
Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.
_Rom._ That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine.
_Fri. L._ God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline?
_Rom._ With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no; 45
I have forgot that name and that name's woe.
_Fri. L._ That's my good son: but where hast thou been then?
_Rom._ 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, 50
That's by me wounded: both our remedies[550]
Within thy help and holy physic lies:
I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo,
My intercession likewise steads my foe.
_Fri. L._ Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;[551] 55
Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.
_Rom._ Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set
On the fair daughter of rich Capulet:[552]
As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;
And all combined, save what thou must combine 60
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,[553]
That thou consent to marry us to-day.
_Fri. L._ Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here![554] 65
Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear,[555]
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[556]
Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline![557] 70
How much salt water thrown away in waste,[558]
To season love, that of it doth not taste!
The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
Thy old groans ring yet in mine ancient ears;[559]
Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit[560] 75
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:[561]
Women may fall when there's no strength in men. 80
_Rom._ Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.
_Fri. L._ For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.
_Rom._ And bad'st me bury love.
_Fri. L._ Not in a grave,
To lay one in, another out to have.[562]
_Rom._ I pray thee, chide not: she whom I love now[563] 85
Doth grace for grace and love for love allow;
The other did not so.
_Fri. L._ O, she knew well
Thy love did read by rote and could not spell.[564]
But come, young waverer, come, go with me,[565]
In one respect I'll thy assistant be; 90
For this alliance may so happy prove,
To turn your households' rancour to pure love.[566]
_Rom._ O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.
_Fri._ L. Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
[_Exeunt._
SCENE IV. _A street._[567]
_Enter_ BENVOLIO _and_ MERCUTIO.
_Mer._ Where the devil should this Romeo be? Came[568][569]
he not home to-night?[569]
_Ben._ Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.[569]
_Mer._ Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline,[570][571]
Torments him so that he will sure run mad.[571] 5
_Ben._ Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet,[572][573]
Hath sent a letter to his father's house.[572]
_Mer._ A challenge, on my life.
_Ben._ Romeo will answer it.
_Mer._ Any man that can write may answer a letter. 10
_Ben._ Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he
dares, being dared.
_Mer._ Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! stabbed
with a white wench's black eye; shot thorough the ear with[574]
a love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind 15
bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man to encounter Tybalt?
_Ben._ Why, what is Tybalt?[575][576]
_Mer._ More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he's[576][577]
the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you
sing prick-song, keeps time, distance and proportion;[578] 20
rests me his minim rest, one, two, and the third in your[579]
bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist;[580]
a gentleman of the very first house, of the first and
second cause: ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso!
the hai![581] 25
_Ben._ The what?
_Mer._ The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting
fantasticoes;[582][583]
these new tuners of accents! 'By Jesu, a very good[583][584]
blade! a very tall man! a very good whore!' Why, is
not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should be 30
thus afflicted with these strange flies, these fashion-mongers,
these perdona-mi's, who stand so much on the new form[585]
that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench? O, their[586]
bones, their bones![587]
_Enter_ ROMEO.
_Ben._ Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.[588] 35
_Mer._ Without his roe, like a dried herring: O 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;[589]
marry, she had a better love to be-rhyme her; Dido,
a dowdy; Cleopatra, a gipsy; Helen and Hero, hildings and[590] 40
harlots; Thisbe, a grey eye or so, but not to the purpose.[591]
Signior Romeo, bon jour! there's a French salutation to your[592]
French slop. You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night.[593]
_Rom._ Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit[594]
did I give you?[594] 45
_Mer._ The slip, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?[594]
_Rom._ Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great;[594][595]
and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.[594][596]
_Mer._ That's as much as to say, Such a case as yours[594]
constrains a man to bow in the hams.[594] 50
_Rom._ Meaning, to court'sy.[594][597]
_Mer._ Thou hast most kindly hit it.[594]
_Rom._ A most courteous exposition.[594][598]
_Mer._ Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.[594]
_Rom._ Pink for flower.[594] 55
_Mer._ Right.[594]
_Rom._ Why, then is my pump well flowered.[594]
_Mer._ Well said: follow me this jest now, till thou hast[594][599]
worn out thy pump, that, when the single sole of it is worn,[594]
the jest may remain, after the wearing, solely singular.[594][600] 60
_Rom._ O single-soled jest, solely singular for the[594][601]
singleness![594][601]
_Mer._ Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint.[594][602]
_Rom._ Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a[594][603][604]
match.[594][603] 65
_Mer._ Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have[594][605][606]
done; for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of thy[594][606]
wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five: was I with[594]
you there for the goose?[594]
_Rom._ Thou wast never with me for any thing when[594][607] 70
thou wast not there for the goose.[594]
_Mer._ I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.[594]
_Rom._ Nay, good goose, bite not.[594]
_Mer._ Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most[594][608][609]
sharp sauce.[594][608] 75
_Rom._ And is it not well served in to a sweet goose?[594][610]
_Mer._ O, here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an[594]
inch narrow to an ell broad![594]
_Rom._ I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added[594]
to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.[594][611] 80
_Mer._ Why, is not this better now than groaning for[594][612]
love? now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art[594][613]
thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: for this[594]
drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up[594]
and down to hide his bauble in a hole.[594][614] 85
_Ben._ Stop there, stop there.[594]
_Mer._ Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the[594]
hair.[594]
_Ben._ Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.[594]
_Mer._ O, thou art deceived; I would have made it[594] 90
short: for I was come to the whole depth of my tale, and[594][615]
meant indeed to occupy the argument no longer.[594]
_Rom._ Here's goodly gear![616]
_Enter_ Nurse _and_ Peter.
_Mer._ A sail, a sail![617]
_Ben._ Two, two; a shirt and a smock.[618] 95
_Nurse._ Peter!
_Peter._ Anon?
_Nurse._ My fan, Peter.
_Mer._ Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the[619][620]
fairer of the two.[620][621] 100
_Nurse._ God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
_Mer._ God ye good den, fair gentlewoman.[622]
_Nurse._ Is it good den?[623]
_Mer._ 'Tis no less, I tell you; for the bawdy hand of[624]
the dial is now upon the prick of noon. 105
_Nurse._ Out upon you! what a man are you!
_Rom._ One, gentlewoman, that God hath made himself[625]
to mar.
_Nurse._ By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to[626]
mar,' quoth a'? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where[627] 110
I may find the young Romeo?[628]
_Rom._ 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. 115
_Mer._ Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith;
wisely, wisely.
_Nurse._ If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with[629]
you.
_Ben._ She will indite him to some supper.[630] 120
_Mer._ A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho!
_Rom._ What hast thou found?[631]
_Mer._ No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie,[631]
that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.[631][632] [_Sings._
An old hare hoar,[631][633] 125
And an old hare hoar,[631][633]
Is very good meat in lent:[631][633]
But a hare that is hoar,[631][633]
Is too much for a score,[631][633]
When it hoars ere it be spent.[631][633] 130
Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll to dinner thither.
_Rom._ I will follow you.
_Mer._ Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, [_singing_] 'lady,[634]
lady, lady.' [_Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio._[635] 135
_Nurse._ Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucy[636]
merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?[637]
_Rom._ A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself[638]
talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand
to in a month.[639] 140
_Nurse._ An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take[640]
him down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such[641]
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.[642]
[_Turning to Peter_] And thou must stand by too,[643] 145
and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?
_Peter._ I saw no man use you at his 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. 150
_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[644]
you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself: but[644]
first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into a fool's
paradise,[645] 155
as they say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as
they say: for the gentlewoman is young, and therefore, if[646]
you should deal double with her, truly it were an ill
thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak[647]
dealing. 160
_Rom._ Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress.[648]
I protest unto thee--[649]
_Nurse._ Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as
much: Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman.
_Rom._ What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not 165
mark me.[650]
_Nurse._ I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which,
as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.[651]
_Rom._ Bid her devise[652]
Some means to come to shrift this afternoon;[652] 170
And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell[653]
Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains.
_Nurse._ No, truly, sir; not a penny.
_Rom._ Go to; I say you shall.
_Nurse._ This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there. 175
_Rom._ And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey-wall:[654]
Within this hour my man shall be with thee,
And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair;[655]
Which to the high top-gallant of my joy
Must be my convoy in the secret night. 180
Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains:[656]
Farewell; commend me to thy mistress.[657]
_Nurse._ Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir.
_Rom._ What say'st thou, my dear nurse?[658]
_Nurse._ Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say,[659][660] 185
Two may keep counsel, putting one away?[659][661]
_Rom._ I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel.[662]
_Nurse._ Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady--Lord,[663]
Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing--O, there is[663]
a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife[663] 190
aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief see a toad, a very[663][664]
toad, as see him. I anger her sometimes, and tell her that[663][665]
Paris is the properer man; but, I'll warrant you, when I[663]
say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the versal world.[663][666]
Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?[663] 195
_Rom._ Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R.[663]
_Nurse._ Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name; R is for[663][667][668]
the--No; I know it begins with some other letter--and[663][668][669]
she hath the prettiest sententious of it, of you and rosemary,[663]
that it would do you good to hear it.[663][670] 200
_Rom._ Commend me to thy lady.[663][671]
_Nurse._ Ay, a thousand times. [_Exit Romeo._] Peter![663][672]
_Pet._ Anon![663][673]
_Nurse._ Peter, take my fan, and go before, and apace.[663][674]
[_Exeunt._
SCENE V. _Capulet's orchard._[675]
_Enter_ JULIET.
_Jul._ The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;
In half an hour she promised to return.[676]
Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so.
O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts,[677]
Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams[678] 5
Driving back shadows over louring hills:[679]
Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,[680]
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.[681]
Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve 10
Is three long hours; yet she is not come.[682]
Had she affections and warm youthful blood,
She would be as swift in motion as a ball;[683]
My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
And his to me:[684][685] 15
But old folks, many feign as they were dead;[685][686]
Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.[687]
_Enter_ Nurse, _with_ Peter.[688]
O God, she comes! O honey nurse, what news?[689]
Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.
_Nurse._ Peter, stay at the gate.[690] [_Exit Peter._ 20
_Jul._ Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad?[691]
Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;[692][693]
If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news[692][694]
By playing it to me with so sour a face.[692]
_Nurse._ I am a-weary; give me leave awhile.[695] 25
Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunce have I had![696]
_Jul._ I would thou hadst my bones and I thy news:
Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak.[697]
_Nurse._ Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile?[698][699]
Do you not see that I am out of breath?[699][700] 30
_Jul._ How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath[699]
To say to me that thou art out of breath?[699]
The excuse that thou dost make in this delay[699]
Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.[699]
Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that;[701] 35
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[702]
not how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his face[702]
be better than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's;
and[702][703] 40
for a hand, and a foot, and a body, though they be not to be[702][704]
talked on, yet they are past compare: he is not the flower of[702]
courtesy, but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy[702][705]
ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home?[702]
_Jul._ No, no: but all this did I know before.[706] 45
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,--ah, my back, my back![707]
Beshrew your heart for sending me about, 50
To catch my death with jauncing up and down![708]
_Jul._ I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.[709]
Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?
_Nurse._ Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and[710]
a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I warrant, a[710] 55
virtuous,--Where is your mother?[710]
_Jul._ Where is my mother! why, she is within;[711]
Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest![711]
'Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
Where is your mother?'
_Nurse._ O God's lady dear![712] 60
Are you so hot? marry, come up, I trow;
Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
Henceforward do your messages yourself.
_Jul._ Here's such a coil! come, what says Romeo?
_Nurse._ Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? 65
_Jul._ I have.
_Nurse._ Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell;[713]
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.[714] 70
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:[715]
I am the drudge, and toil in your delight;
But you shall bear the burthen soon at night. 75
Go; I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell.
_Jul._ Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell. [_Exeunt._
SCENE VI. _Friar Laurence's cell._[716]
_Enter_ FRIAR LAURENCE _and_ ROMEO.[717]
_Fri. L._ So smile the heavens upon this holy act
That after-hours with sorrow chide us not!
_Rom._ Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
That one short minute gives me in her sight: 5
Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
Then love-devouring death do what he dare,[718]
It is enough I may but call her mine.[719]
_Fri. L._ These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder[720] 10
Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey[721]
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness[722]
And in the taste confounds the appetite:
Therefore, love moderately; long love doth so;
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. 15
_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[723]
That idles in the wanton summer air,[723]
And yet not fall; so light is vanity. 20
_Jul._ Good even to my ghostly confessor.
_Fri. L._ Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
_Jul._ As much to him, else is his thanks too much.[724]
_Rom._ Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy[725]
Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more 25
To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue[726]
Unfold the imagined happiness that both
Receive in either by this dear encounter.
_Jul._ Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, 30
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,[727]
I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.[728]
_Fri. L._ Come, come with me, and we will make short work; 35
For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone
Till holy church incorporate two in one.[729] [_Exeunt._
FOOTNOTES:
[393] ACT II. PROLOGUE. Enter Chorus. Chor.] Edd. Chorus. Qq Ff. ACT
II. SCENE I. Chorus. Rowe. Enter Chorus. Theobald.
[394] _in_] _on_ Pope.
[395] _for which_] _which_ Steevens (1793).]
_groan'd for_] _groned_ Q5. _groan'd sore_ Rowe.
[396] _match'd_] _match_ Q2.
[397] _Tempering_] _Tempring_ Qq. _Temp'ring_ F1. _Temp'ting_ F2.
_Tempting_ F3 F4.
[Exit.] Theobald. om. Qq Ff.
[398] SCENE I.] Edd. SCENE II. Rowe. ACT II. Theobald. ACT II. SCENE I.
Hanmer. SCENE III. Capell.
A lane ...] Edd. The Street. Rowe. Wall of Capulet's Garden. Capell. An
open Place, adjoining Capulet's garden. Malone.
[399] _thy_] Qq F1. _my_ F2 F3 F4.
_centre_] _center_ Qq F1 F4. _centour_ F2. _centor_ F3.
[He ... it.] Steevens (1793). om. Qq Ff. Exit. Rowe. Leaps the Wall.
Capell. He climbs the wall, and leaps down. Malone.
[400] _my_] _why_, Capell.
_cousin Romeo_] (Q1) Pope. _cozen Romeo, Romeo_ Qq Ff.
[401] _He ... bed._] As in Ff. One line in Qq.
[402] _Nay ... too._] Given to Mercutio by (Q1) Q4 Q5 and Rowe.
Continued to Benvolio in Q2 Q3 Ff.
[403] _Romeo!_] Capell. _Romeo._ Q4. _Romeo_, Q5. Mer. _Romeo_, Q2 Q3
F1 F2. Mer. _Romeo_ F3 F4. _Why, Romeo!_ Pope. _Hear, Romeo!_ Mommsen,
conj.
_humours!... lover!_] _humour's-madman! passion-lover_ Singer (ed. 2).
[404] _sigh_] _fight_ F2 F3 F4.
[405] _one rhyme_] _one rime_ (Q1) Q3 Q4 F1. _on rime_ Q2. _one time_
F2 F3 F4. _one ryme_ Q5.
[406] _Cry but 'ay me!'_] _Crie but ay me,_ Q2. _Cry but ay me_, Q3
Q4 Q5. _Cry me but ay me,_ F1. _Cry me but ayme_, F2 F3. _Cry me but
aim_, F4. _Cry but Ah me!_ Theobald (ed. 2).
_pronounce_] (Q1) Q4 Q5. _prouaunt_, Q2 Q3. _Prouant_, F1. _Couply_ F2
F3 F4. _couple_ Rowe.
_dove_ (Q1) Pope. _day_ Q2 Q3 Ff. _die_ Q4. _dye_ Q5.
[407] _gossip_] (Q1) Q4 Q5 F4. _goship_ Q2 Q3 F1 F2 F3.
_word_] _wor_ F2.
[408] _for_] _to_ Q5.
_heir_] _heire_ (Q1) Q4 Q5. _her_ Q2 Q3 Ff.
[409] _Adam Cupid_] Steevens, 1778 (Upton conj.). _Abraham: Cupid_ (Q1)
Q2 Q3. _Abraham Cupid_ Q4 Ff Q5. _auburn Cupid_ Dyce, ed. 1 (Theobald
conj.). _abram Cupid_ Dyce conj.
_trim_] (Q1) Steevens _true_ Qq Ff. See note (III).
[410] _Young ... maid_] "_Young Abraham_"--"_Cupid ... maid_" Hunter
conj.
[411] _he stirreth_] _he striveth_ Q3. _stirreth_ Steevens (1793).
_moveth_] _moves_ Hanmer.
[412] _and_] om. F1.
[413] _thee_] _the_ Q3.
[414] _An_] _An_' Theobald (ed. 2). _And_ Qq Ff.
[415] _mistress_'] _mistress's_ F4.
[416] _there_] om. F1.
[417] _That ... name_] As in Capell. Two lines, the first ending
_spight_, in Qq Ff.
[418] _Is fair and honest_] _is Honest and fair_ Pope, reading
_That ... is_ as one line.
_and in_] _in_ Q2.
[419] _these_] _those_ (Q1) Capell.
[420] _that_] _such_ Capell.
[421] _As_] _Which_ Rowe.
_medlars_] _medless_ Q4.
[422] _O, ... O_,] _Ah, ... ah_, Capell.
[423] _O, Romeo ... pear!_] Omitted by Pope.
[424] _open et cetera, thou_] (Q1) Malone. _open, or thou_ Q2 Q3 Ff.
_open & catera, and thou_ Q4. _open and catera, and thou_ Q5.
_open--or thou_ Rowe. _open--, and thou_ Capell.
[425] _too_] _to_ Q3 Q4 F1.
[426] _Go ... found._] Arranged as by Pope. Two lines, the first ending
_here_, in Qq Ff.
[427] [Exeunt.] Q4 Ff Q5. Exit. Q2 Q3.
[428] SCENE II.] Hanmer. SCENE III. Rowe. SCENE IV. Capell.
Capulet's orchard.] A garden. Rowe. Capulet's garden. Theobald.
[429] Enter Romeo.] Rowe. om. Qq Ff. See note (IV).
[430] [Juliet ...] Rowe (after line 3). Enter Juliet, above. Capell.
[431] _art_] _at_ Q4.
[432] _sick_] _pale_ (Q1) Dyce (ed. 2). _white_ Collier (Collier MS.).
[433] _It is ... were_] As in Johnson. One line in Qq Ff. Omitted in
(Q1) Pope.
[434] _were_] _is_ Seymour conj.
[435] _in all_] _of all_ Rowe.
[436] _do_] _to_ Q2.
[437] _eyes_] (Q1) Pope. _eye_ Qq Ff.
[438] _were_] _was_ Seymour conj.
[439] _Ay_] _Ah_ Rowe.
[440] _night_] _sight_ Theobald.
[441] _of_] _from_ Rowe.
[442] _white-upturned_] Theobald (ed. 2). _white upturned_ Qq Ff.
[443] _lazy-pacing_] Pope. _lasie pacing_ (Q1). _lazie puffing_ Qq Ff
(_lazy_ F2 F3 F4). _lazy passing_ Collier conj.
[444] _Romeo?_] _Montague?_ Anon. conj.
[445] [Aside] Rowe.
_hear_] _here_ F2.
[446] _Thou ... Montague_] Qq Ff. Omitted in (Q1) Pope. _Thou'rt not
thy self so, though a Mountague_ Hanmer. _Thou art thyself, then not
a Montague_ Johnson conj. _Thou art thyself though, not a Montague_
Malone. _Thou art thyself, although a Montague_ or _Thou art thyself,
though yet a Montague_ Ritson conj. _Thou art thyself, thought not
a Montague_ Jackson conj. _Thou art thyself, thou; not a Montague_
Anon. conj.
[447] _nor hand_] _not hand_ F4.
[448] _nor any ... name!_] Malone. _nor any other part._ (Q1) Pope. _O
be some other name Belonging to a man._ Qq Ff.
[449] _Belonging to a_] _'Longing to_ Steevens conj. _'Longing t' a_ S.
Walker conj. _Belonging_ Taylor conj. MS.
[450] _What's in a name?_] Q4 Q5 F3 F4. _Whats in a name?_ (Q1) F2.
_Whats in a name_ Q2. _What's in a name_ Q3. _What? in a names_ F1.
[451] _name_] (Q1) Pope. _word_ Qq Ff.
[452] _were_] _wene_ Q2.
[453] _title. Romeo_,] _title: Romeo_ Q5. _title; Romeo_, F4. _title,
Romeo_ Q2 Q3 Q4. _title Romeo_ (Q1). _title Romeo_, F1 F2 F3.
_doff_] Qq Ff. _part_ (Q1). _quit_ Pope.
[454] _thy name_] Qq Ff. _that name_ (Q1) Rowe.
[455] [raising his Voice, and showing himself. Capell. Starting
forward. Collier (Collier MS.).
[456] _night_] _nigh_ F2.
[457] _By ... am_:] As in Ff. One line in Qq.
[458] _yet not_] Qq Ff. _not yet_ (Q1) Capell.
[459] _thy ... uttering_] Qq Ff. _that ... utterance_ (Q1) Malone.
_that ... uttering_ Pope.
[460] _maid ... dislike_] Qq Ff. _saint ... displease_ (Q1) Pope.
_saint ... dislike_ Theobald. _maid ... mislike_ Anon. conj.
[461] _How ... wherefore?_] As in Qq. Two lines in Ff.
[462] _kinsmen_] _kismen_ Q2.
[463] _With ... walls_] As in Qq. Two lines in Ff.
[464] _let_] (Q1) Capell. _stop_ Qq Ff.
[465] _eyes_] Qq Ff. _sight_ (Q1) Capell.
[466] _And_] _An_ Anon. conj.
[467] _love_] _Love's_ Keightley.
_that_] _who_ (Q1) Capell.
_prompt_] (Q1) F2 F3 F4. _promp_ Qq F1.
[468] _pilot_] _Pylat_ Q2. _Pylot_ Q3 Q4 F1 F2.
[469] _vast shore wash'd_] _vast shore washt_ Q4 Q5. _vast shore,
washt_ (Q1). _vast shore washeth_ Q2. _vast shore washet_ Q3.
_vast-shore-washet_ F1. _vast-shore: washd_ F2. _vast-shore: wash'd_
F3. _vast-shore, wash'd_ F4.
_farthest_] Qq Ff. _furthest_ (Q1) Steevens (1793).
[470] _would_] (Q1) Pope. _should_ Qq Ff.
[471] _know'st_] Q5. _knowst_ (Q1). _knowest_ Q2 Q3 Q4 Ff.
_on_] _one_ F3.
[472] _compliment_] _complement_ Qq F1. _complements_ (Q1) F2 F3 F4.
[473] _love me? I_] Qq. _Love? I_ F1. _Love? O I_ F2 F3. _Love? O, I_
F4.
[474] _mayst_] _maist_ Q5. _maiest_ Q2 Q3 Q4 F1 F2. _mayest_ F3.
_may'st_ F4.]
_false: at ... perjuries_,] _false: at ... perjuries_ F1 Q5. _false
at ... perjuries._ Q2. _false, at ... perjuries_ Q3 F3. _false; at ...
perjuries_ Q4 F4. _false at ... perjuries_ F2.
[475] _laughs_] _laught_ F1.
[476] _think'st_] Q5. _thinkest_ The rest. _think_ (Q1) Pope.
[477] _mayst_] _maist_ Q5 F3. _maiest_ Q2 Q3 Q4 F1. _mayest_ F2 F4.]
_'haviour_] Rowe. _haviour_ (Q1) F2 F3 F4. _behaviour_ Qq F1
(_behavior_ Q2).
[478] _more cunning_] (Q1) Pope. _coying_ Q2 Q3 F1. _more coying_ Q4
Q5. _more coyning_ F2 F3 F4.
[479] _true love's_] _true loves_ (Q1) Ff Q5. _truloue_ Q2. _trueloue_
Q3. _true loue_ Q4.
[480] _blessed_] (Q1) Qq. om. Ff.]
_swear_] (Q1) Malone. _vow_ Qq Ff.
[481] _tops,--_] _tops--_ Rowe. _tops._ Qq Ff.
[482] _inconstant_] _unconstant_ F3 F4.
[483] _circled_] _circle_ Q2.
[484] _heart's dear_] _true heart's_ (Q1) Pope.
_love--_] F2 F3 F4. _love._ Qq F1.
[485] _swear: although ... thee_,] _swear--although ... thee,_ Rowe.
_sweare, although ... thee:_ Q2 Q3 Q4 F1. _sweare, although ...
thee,_ Q5. _sweare although ... thee,_ F2 F3 F4.
[486] _sudden_] _sodden_ F2.
[487] _lightens._] Rowe. _lightens_: Q5. _lightens_, The rest.
[488] _breath_,] _breath._ F2.
[489] _for mine_] Qq F1. _of mine_ F2 F3 F4.
[490] _Wouldst ... love?_] As in Qq. Two lines in Ff.
[491] [Nurse calls within.] Rowe. Cals within. Ff (Calls F4). Omitted
in Qq.
[492] [Exit.] Rowe. Omitted in Qq Ff.
[493] _afeard_] _afraid_ Rowe.
[494] _flattering-sweet_] Theobald. _flattering sweet_ Qq Ff.]
Re-enter Juliet, above.] Rowe. Enter. F2 F3 F4. om. Qq F1.
[495] _Three ... indeed._] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.
[496] _rite_] F3 F4. _right_ Q2 Q3 F1 F2. _rights_ Q4. _rites_ Q5.
[497] _my lord_] (Q1) Ff. _my L._ Q2 Q3. _my Love_ Q4 Q5.
[498] Nurse [Within.] Capell. Within: Ff. om. Qq. _Madam_ being put in
the margin.
[499] _mean'st_] Pope. _meanst_ Q5. _meanest_ The rest.
[500] _suit_] Q5. _sute_ Q4. _strife_ Q2 Q3 Ff. See note (V).
[501] _soul,--_] Theobald. _soule._ Qq F1 F2. _soul._ F3 F4.
[502] [Exit.] Ff. om. Qq.
[503] _light_] _sight_ Q4 Q5.
[504] _toward_] Qq. _towards_ Ff.
[Retiring slowly.] Malone. retires slowly. Capell, after line 156.
Re-enter ...] Malone. Enter Juliet againe. Qq Ff.]
[505] _tassel-gentle_] Hanmer. _Tassel gentle_ Qq Ff.
[506] _not_] om. Q4.
[507] _tongue_] _voice_ (Q1) Collier.
[508] _than mine With_] Q5. _then myne With_ Q4. _then With_ Q2 Q3 F1.
_then with The_ F2 F3. _than with The_ F4.
[509] _Romeo's name_] (Q1) Steevens. _Romeo_ Qq Ff.
[510] _Romeo!_] Edd. from (Q1). om. Qq Ff.
[511] _my soul_] _my love_ Q4 Q5.
[returns to the Window. Capell.
[512] _My dear?_] _My Deere._ Q4 Q5. _Madame._ (Q1) Malone. _My Neece._
Q2 Q3 F1. _My sweete._ F2. _My sweet._ F3 F4. _My novice?_ Jackson
conj. _My--Nurse._ [Within.] _Madam._ Knight.
_At what_] (Q1) Pope. _What_ Qq Ff.
_o'_] Theobald. _a_ Qq Ff.
[513] _At_] (Q1) Capell. _By_ Qq Ff.
[514] _years_] _yeare_ Q2.
[515] _I shall ... stand_] _I shall forget still, to have thee stand_
Capell. _I'll still forget, to have thee still stand_ Rann.
_forget, to_] Q3 Q4 Ff. _forget to_ Q2 Q5.
_thee_] _the_ Q3 F2.
[516] _home_] _name_ F2 F3 F4.
[517] _farther_] Qq. _further_ (Q1) Ff.
[518] _Who ... her_] (Q1) Capell. _That his_ Qq Ff. _That ... her_
Pope.
_a_] om. Q4.
[519] _silk thread plucks it back again_] Pope. _silke thred puts it
backe againe_ (Q1). _silken thred plucks it backe againe_ Qq F1
(_threed_, Q2). _silken thred plucks it againe_ F2 F3 F4.
[520] _loving-jealous_] Theobald. _loving jealous_ Qq Ff.
[521] _Good night ... tell._] See note (VI).
[522] [Exit.] Pope. F2 F3 F4 after line 186. om. Qq F1.
[523] _father's cell_] (Q1) Capell. _Friers close cell_ Qq F3 F4.
_Fries close cell_ F1 F2.
[524] SCENE III] Hanmer. SCENE IV Rowe. SCENE V. Capell.
Friar Laurence's cell.] Malone. A Monastery. Rowe. Fields near a
Convent. Capell.
[525] Enter....] Rowe. Enter Frier alone with a basket. Qq Ff. Enter
Frier Francis. (Q1).
[526] _The ... wheels_:] Omitted in F2 F3 F4. See note (VI).
[527] _Chequering_] _Checking_ Q2.
[528] _flecked darkness_] Steevens, from (Q1). _fleckeld darknesse_
Qq. _fleckled darknesse_ F1. _darkness flecker'd_ Pope. _flecker'd
darkness_ Capell.
[529] _path ... fiery_] (Q1) Boswell. _path_, _and Titans burning_ Qq
F1. _path-way made by Titan's_ Pope.
[530] _up-fill_] _fill up_ Pope.
[531] _baleful_] _haleful_ Brae conj.
_precious-juiced_] Pope. _precious juiced_ Qq Ff.
[532] _mother is_] _mother in_ Q4 Q5.
[533] _virtues_] _vertures_ Q4.
[534] _herbs, plants_] (Q1) Capell. _plants, hearbes_ Qq F1 F3 F4.
_plaints, hearbs_ F2. _herbs, stems or herbs, flowers_ Theobald
conj.
[535] _to_] _to't_ Hanmer.
[536] _from ... stumbling_] _to vice, and stumbles_ (Q1) Pope.
_from's true birth stumbling_ Hanmer.
[537] _sometime's by action_] Capell. _sometimes by action_ (Q1).
_sometime by action_ Qq Ff. _sometime by action's_ Theobald.
[538] _small_] (Q1) Pope. _weake_ Qq Ff.
[539] _medicine_] _medic'nal_ Warburton. _med'cine's_ Capell conj.
[540] _smelt, with that part_] Ff. _smelt with that part,_ Qq.
_smelt, with that sense_ Pope. _smelt, with that act_ Collier
(Collier MS.). _smelt to, with that_ Anon. conj., from (Q1).
[541] _slays_] _staies_ Q2.
_senses_] Q5 F4. _sences_ Q2 Q4 F1 F2 F3. _sence_ Q3.
[542] _opposed_] _oppos'd_ F3 F4.
_kings_] _kinds_ Rowe (ed. 2). _foes_ (Q1) Pope. _kin_ Warburton.
_things_ Anon. conj.
[543] Enter Romeo.] Pope. Qq Ff after line 22.
[544] _Benedicite_] _Benedicitie_ Q2. _Benedecite_ F1. Continued to
Romeo by Rann (Anon. conj. Gent. Mag. LX. 681).
[545] _sweet_] _soon_ (Q1) Boswell.
_saluteth me_] (Q1) Qq F1. _salute thine_ F2. _salute them_ F3 F4.
_salutes mine ear_ Rowe.
[546] _distemper'd_] Q5 F4. _distempered_ The rest.
[547] _lodges_] Qq F1. _lodgeth_ (Q1) F2 F3 F4.
[548] _unbruised_] _unbusied_ Collier MS.
[549] _by some_] (Q1) Pope. _with some_ Qq Ff.
[550] _wounded: both_] Ff. _wounded, both_ (Q1) Q3 Q4. _wounded
both_, Q2. _wounded; both_ Q5.
[551] _and_] Qq. _rest_ Ff.
[552] _daughter_] _daunger_ F2.
[553] _thee_] _the_ F2 F4.
[554] _Saint_] F4. _S._ The rest.
[555] _that_] _whom_ (Q1) Pope.
[556] _Jesu Maria_] _Holy Saint Francis_ Johnson.
[557] _sallow_] _fallow_ F2 F3 F4.
[558] _thrown_] _throne_ Q4.
[559] _ring yet_] (Q1) Pope. _yet ringing_ Q2 Q3 F1. _yet ring_ Q4 F2
Q5 F3 F4.
_mine_] Q2 Q5. _my_ (Q1) Q3 Q4 Ff.
[560] _cheek_] _check_ F3.
[561] _this_] _this_: Q5.
_sentence_] _sedtence_ F2.
[562] _in, another_] _in an other_ Q2. _in another_ F2.
[563] _thee_] _the_ F2.
_chide not: she whom I_] _chide not, she whom I_ (Q1) Pope. _chide
me not, her I_ Qq Ff.
[564] _and could_] (Q1) Pope. _that could_ Qq Ff.
[565] _go_] _and goe_ Q4 Q5.
[566] _households' rancour_] Capell. _housholds rancor_ Qq. _houshould
rancor_ F1. _houshold rancord_ F2 F3. _houshold-rancour_ F4.
[567] SCENE IV.] Hanmer. SCENE V. Rowe. ACT III. SCENE I. Capell.
A street.] Capell. The street. Rowe.
[568] _Where_] _Why, where_ Capell, reading as verse, and ending the
lines _be?... father's; ... man._
_devil_] F3 F4. _deule_ Q2. _deu'le_ Q3 Q4. _deu le_ F1. _devile_ F2.
_dev'll_ Q5.
[569] Prose in Qq Ff. Verse in Steevens.
[570] _Ah_] (Q1) Malone. _Why_ Qq Ff. _Ay_ Capell.
[571] _Ah ... mad_] Verse in (Q1) Qq. Prose in Ff.
[572] _Tybalt ... house_] Verse in (Q1) Theobald. Prose in Qq Ff.
[573] _kinsman_] _kisman_ Q2.
_to_] _of_ (Q1) Capell.
[574] _shot_] (Q1) Capell. _runne_ or _run_ Qq Ff.
_thorough_] (Q1) Capell. _through_ Qq Ff.
[575] Ben.] (Q1) Ff. Ro. or Rom. Qq.
[576] _Why ... you. O_] Capell, from (Q1). _Why ... Tybalt?_ Mer.
_More ... cats. Oh_ Qq Ff. _Why ... Tybalt?_ Mer. _More ... cats? Oh_
Theobald. _Why ... Tybalt more ... cats?_ Mer. O Rann.
[577] _prince_] _the prince_ Johnson (1771).
_he's_] _he is_ (Q1) Capell.
[578] _prick-song_] _pricksongs_ F4. _prick'd songs_ Johnson.
[579] _rests ... rest_] Malone, from (Q1). _he rests, his minum rests_
Q2. _he rests his minum rests_ Q3 Q4 Q5. _he rests his minum_ Ff.
_rests his minum_ Rowe (ed. 2).
[580] _very_] _wery_ F2.
_duellist_] F4. _dualist_ The rest.
[581] _the hai!_] _the Hay._ Qq Ff. _the, hay!--_ Theobald.
_the--hay!_ Capell.
[582] _affecting_] _affected_ Pope.
[583] _fantasticoes_] (Q1) Capell. _phantacies_ Q2 Q3 Q4 F1 F2.
_phantasies_ Q5 F3 F4.
[584] _tuners_] _turners_ Rowe.
_accents_] (Q1) Q5. _accent_ Q2 Q3 Q4 Ff.
_By Jesu_] (Q1) Qq. _Jesu_ Ff. om. Johnson.
[585] _perdona-mi's_] Edd. (Globe ed.). _pardona' mees_ Q4 Q5.
_pardonmees_ (Q1). _pardons mees_ Q2. _pardon mees_ Q3. _pardon-mee's_
F1 F2. _pardon-me's_ F3 F4. _pardonnez-moy's_ Theobald.
[586] _they_] _the_ F2.
[587] _bones, their bones_] Qq Ff. _bon's, their bon's_ Theobald.
_buon's, their buon's_ Anon. conj.
Enter Romeo.] Qq Ff. Transferred by Dyce to follow _purpose_, line 41.
[588] _Here comes Romeo_] Once only in (Q1) Pope.
[589] _Petrarch_] _Petrach_ Q2.
_was but_] (Q1) Pope. _was_ Qq Ff.
[590] _hildings_] _hildinsgs_ F1 F2.
[591] _so, but not_] _so: but now_ Hanmer (Warburton).
[592] _bon jour_] _Bonieur_ Q2 Q4. _Bonieur_ Q3.
[593] _slop_] _stop_ Pope.
_You gave ... night_] Put in the margin by Pope.
[594] _What counterfeit ... no longer_] Put in the margin by Pope.
[595] _good_] Qq. om. Ff.
[596] _courtesy_] _coursie_ F2 F3.
[597] _court'sy_] _courtesie_ F2 F3 F4. _cursie_ Qq F1.
[598] _courteous_] _curtuous_ Q2.
[599] _Well said_:] Capell, from (Q1). _Sure wit_ Q2. _Sure wit_, The
rest. _Sure wit--_ Rowe. _Sir wit_, Anon. conj. _Sheer wit!_ Malone
conj.
[600] _solely_] _solie_ (Q1). _soly_ Qq. _sole--_ Ff. _sole_ Dyce (ed.
1).
[601] _O ... singleness_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.
[602] _wits faint_] Q5. _wits faints_ Q2 Q3 Q4 F1. _wit faints_ F2 F3
F4. _wits fail_ (Q1) Steevens.
[603] _Switch ... match_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.
[604] _Switch ... switch_] Pope. _Swits ... swits_ Qq Ff.
_Switches ... switches_ Anon. conj.
_or I'll_] _or--I'll_ Johnson. _for I_ Capell.
[605] _thy wits_] (Q1) Capell. _our wits_ Qq Ff.
_I have_] (Q1) Capell. _I am_ Qq Ff.
[606] _wild-goose_] _wild goats_ Grey conj.
[607] _Thou wast_] Qq F1. _Thou wert_ (Q1). _Thou was_ F2 F3 F4.
[608] _Thy ... sauce_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.
[609] _bitter sweeting_] Qq. _bitter-sweeting_ Ff.
[610] _well_] _then well_ Q2.
_in to_] (Q1) Qq. _into_ Ff.
[611] _thee_] _the_ F2 F3 F4.
_a broad_] (Q1) Qq. _abroad_ Ff. _broad_ Rowe (ed. 2). _abroad_, Farmer
conj. _abroad--_ Collier.
[612] _now_] om. Rowe (ed. 2).
[613] _art thou sociable_] _thou art sociable_ Rowe (ed. 2).
[614] _hide_] _hid_ F1.
_bauble_] F4. _bable_ The rest.
[615] _for_] (Q1) Qq F4. _or_ F1 F2 F3.
[616] Enter ...] Enter Nurse and her man. Qq Ff (after _longer_, line
92).
[617] Mer. _A sail, a sail!_] Mer. _A sail, a sail, a sail!_ (Q1)
Capell. _A sayle, a sayle._ Qq Ff (continued to Romeo).
[618] Ben.] (Q1) Capell. Mer. Qq Ff.
[619] _Good_] _Do good_ Pope, from (Q1).
[620] _Good ... face._] One line in Qq. Two in Ff, and elsewhere.
[621] _fairer of the two_] (Q1) Pope. _fairer face_ Qq Ff.
[622] _gentlewoman_] _gentlewomen_ F2 F3.
[623] _Is it_] _It is_ F2. _Is is_ Rowe (ed. 1).
[624] _you_] _yee_ Q2.
[625] _himself_] _for himself_ (Q1) Collier.
[626] _well said_] (Q1) Qq. _said_ F1 F2 F3. _sad_ F4.
[627] _quoth a'_] _quath a_ Q3 Q4. _quatha_ F1. _quotha_ F2 F3 F4.
_Gentlemen_] _Gentleman_ F2 F3.
[628] _the_] om. (Q1) Pope.
[629] _If you_] _If thou_ Q4 Q5.
[630] _indite_] _endite_ Qq F1. _invite_ (Q1) F3 F4. _envite_ F2.
_some_] om. (Q1) Capell.
[631] Rom. _What ... spent_] Put in the margin by Pope.
[632] [Sings.] Singing. Capell. om. Qq Ff. He walkes by them, and
sings. (Q1).
[633] _An old ... spent._] As in Capell. Two lines in Qq Ff. Four in
(Q1) Collier.
[634] [singing] Dyce (Farmer conj.).
[635] [Exeunt ...] Exeunt. Qq. Exit. Mercutio, Benvolio. Ff.
[636] _Marry, farewell!_] (Q1) Malone. om. Qq Ff.
[637] _ropery_] _roguery_ F4. _roperipe_ (Q1).
[638] _hear_] _here_ F2.
[639] _to_] _too_ Q2.
[640] _An_] Pope. _And_ Qq Ff.
[641] _an_] Pope. & F1. _and_ The rest.
[642] _his_] _her_ Q5.
_flirt-gills_] _flurt-gills_ (Q1). _flurt gills_ Q2. _flurt gils_ Q3.
_flurt-gils_ Ff. _gil-flurts_ Q4 Q5.
_skains-mates_] F4. _skaines mates_ (Q1) Qq F1 F2. _skains mates_ F3.
_scurvy mates_ S. Walker conj. _stews-mates_ Bubier conj.
[643] [Turning to Peter.] Edd. She turnes to Peter her man. (Q1). om.
Qq Ff. To her man. Rowe.
[644] _bade ... bade_] _bad ... bad_ (Q1) Capell. _bid ... bid_ Qq Ff.
[645] _into a_] (Q1) Theobald. _in a_ Qq Ff. _into_ Rowe (ed. 2).
[646] _gentlewoman_] _gentlewomen_ F2.
[647] _weak_] _wicked_ Collier (Collier MS.).
[648] Rom.] Nur. F1.
_Nurse_,] om. Rowe.
[649] _thee--_] F2 F3 F4. _thee._ Qq F1.
_unto_] _onto_ F2.
[650] _me._] _mee._ Q5. _me?_ or _mee?_ The rest.
[651] _a_] om. Q4.
[652] _Bid ... afternoon_;] Edd. One line in Q2 Q3 Ff. Prose in Q4 Q5.
Capell ends the first line at _shrift_, reading as verse.
[653] _Laurence'_] _Lawrence_ Qq Ff. _Lawrence's_ Rowe.
[654] _stay_] Qq. _stay thou_ Ff.
_nurse, behind ... wall_:] _nurse: behind ... wall_ Anon. conj.
[655] _thee_] _the_ F2 F3.
_tackled_] _tackling_ Q5.
[656] _quit_] Q2. _quite_ The rest.
[657] _Farewell ... mistress._] Omitted by Pope, Theobald, Hanmer,
Warburton, and Johnson.
_mistress_] _mistress, nurse_ Martley conj.
[658] _say'st_] _sayest_ Pope.
[659] _Is ... away?_] Verse by Rowe. Prose in Qq Ff.
[660] _hear_] F3 F4. _here_ Qq. _heare_ F1 F2.
[661] _away?_] Q5 F4. _away._ The rest.
[662] _I warrant_] F2 F3 F4. _Warrant_ Qq Ff.
_man's_] Rowe. _mans_ Qq. _man_ Ff.
[663] As verse by Capell.
[664] _lief_] _leeve_ Q2 Q3 Q4 F1 F2 F3. _liefe_ Q5. _live_ F4.
_see a_] _a see_ F1.
[665] _I anger_] _I do anger_ Capell.
_anger her_] _angerer_ Q4.
[666] _versal_] _varsal_ Hanmer.
[667] _Ah_,] Rowe. _A_ Qq Ff.
_dog's name_;] _dog, name_ Q2. _dog's_; or _dog's letter_, Farmer conj.
[668] _R is for the--No_;] Edd. (Ritson conj.). _R. is for the no_,
Q2 Q3 Q4 Ff. _R. is for the no._ Q5. _R. is for thee? No;_ Theobald
(Warburton). _R. is not for thee_, Hanmer. _R is for the nonce;_
Steevens, 1773 (Johnson conj.). _R for thee? no_; Capell. _R is for
the dog. No;_ Steevens, 1778 (Tyrwhitt conj.).
[669] _some_] _no_ Rowe.
[670] _that it would_] _'Twould_ Capell.
[671] _lady._] _lady--_ Pope.
[672] _Ay_] _I_ Qq Ff. om. Rowe.
_times._ [Exit Romeo] _Peter!_] Dyce. _times Peter._ Q2. _times·
Peter?_ Q3. _times Peter?_ Q4. _times. Peter?_ Ff. _times. Peter._ Q5.
_times. Peter,--_ Theobald.
[Exit Romeo.] Rowe after line 201. om. Qq Ff.
[673] _Anon!_] _Anon._ Qq Ff. _Anon?_ Theobald.
[674] _Peter ... apace._] Edd. _Peter, take my fan, and go before._
(Q1) Steevens. _Before and apace._ Qq Ff (_Before_, F4). _Take my fan,
and go before._ Pope. _Before; and walk apace_ Capell.
[Exeunt.] Rowe. Ex. omnes. (Q1). Exit. Qq. Exit Nurse and Peter. Ff
(Ex. F4).
[675] SCENE V.] Hanmer. SCENE VI. Rowe. ACT III. SCENE II. Capell.
Capulet's orchard.] Capulet's House. Rowe. Capulet's Garden. Capell.
[676] _promised_] _promis'd_ Q5.
[677] _heralds_] (Q1) Q5. _heraulds_ Q2 Q3 Q4 F4. _herauld_ F1 F3.
_herauid_ F2.
[678] _glide_] F4. _glides_ The rest.
_sun's beams_] _sun-beams_ Rowe.
[679] _back_] _black_ Collier MS.
_louring_] _lowring_ Qq Ff.
[680] _nimble-pinion'd_] Pope inserted the hyphen.
[681] _wind-swift_] Q3 Ff. _wind swift_ Q2. _winde swift_ Q4.
_winde-swift_ Q5.
[682] _Is three_] Q3 Q4 Q5. _Is there_ Q2. _I three_ Ff. _Ay three_
Rowe. _Are three_ Hanmer.
_yet_] _and yet_ Rowe.
[683] _She would be as_] Qq F1. _She'ld be as_ F2 F3 F4. _She would
be_ Anon. conj.
[684] _And his to me_:] _And his to me would send her back again._
Seymour conj. _And his to me would bandy her again_ Keightley.
[685] _And ... dead_;] Arranged as in Rowe. See note (VII).
[686] _many feign_] _marry, feign_ Johnson. _marry, seem_ Keightley.
_marry, fare_ Grant White. _tarry, faith,_ Bullock conj. _move,
i'faith_, Dyce conj.
[687] _pale_] _dull_ Keightley (Collier MS.).
[688] Enter Nurse, with Peter.] Theobald. Enter Nurse. Qq Ff.
[689] _O God_] _O good_ Johnson.
_O honey nurse_] om. Pope.
[690] [Exit Peter.] Theobald. om. Qq Ff.
[691] _Now ... sad?_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.
_look'st_] Q4 Q5 F4. _lookest_ Q2 Q3 F1. _lookes_ F2. _looks_ F3.
[692] _Though ... face._] Omitted by (Q1) Pope.
[693] _news be_] F4. _newes be_ Q2 Q5. _newes, be_ Q3 Q4 F1 F2. _news,
be_ F3.
[694] _shamest_] Q2 Q3. _sham'st_ Q4 Ff Q5.
[695] _give me leave_] _let me rest_ (Q1) Pope.
[696] _jaunce_] _iaunce_ Q2 Q3. _jaunt_ The rest.
_had_] om. Q2.
[697] _thee_] _the_ F2.
_good, good_] _good_ F2 F3 F4.
[698] _Jesu_] om. Johnson.
[699] _Jesu ... excuse._] _Give me some Aqua vitæ._ Pope, from (Q1).
[700] _that_] Qq F1. om. F2. _how_ F3 F4.
[701] _Is_] Jul. _Is_ Pope.
[702] _Well ... home?_] As verse by Capell.
[703] _better than any_] _no better than another_ Warburton conj.
_leg excels_] Qq. _legs excels_ F1 F2 F3. _legs excell_ F4.
[704] _a body_] Q2 Q3 F1. _body_ Q4 Q5. _a bawdy_ F2 F3 F4. _a baudie_
(Q1). _baw-dy_ Rowe. _bo-dy_ Pope.
[705] _I'll_] _I_ F2 F3 F4.
_gentle as a_] Qq. _gentle a_ Ff.
[706] _this_] _this this_ F1.
[707] _My back ... side,--_] _My back!--o' t'other side,--_ Lloyd
conj.
_o' t' other_] _a tother_ Qq Ff.
_ah_] Q5. _a_ Q2 Q3 Q4. _o_ F1. _O_ F2 F3 F4.
[708] _jauncing_] _jaunsing_ Q2 Q3. _jaunting_ The rest.
[709] _not well_] Qq. _so well_ F1. _so ill_ F2 F3 F4.
[710] _Your ... mother?_] Prose by Edd. Three lines, ending
_gentleman, ... handsome, ... mother?_ in Qq Ff. Capell ends the
second line at _warrant_: Steevens at _handsome, and_.
[711] _Where ... repliest!_] As in Rowe. Two lines, the first ending
_be?_, in Qq. Three, ending _mother?... be?... repliest,_ in Ff.
[712] _your mother_] Qq F1. _my mother_ F2 F3 F4.
_O ... dear!_] Omitted by Johnson.
[713] _hie_] Q5 F4. _high_ The rest.
_Laurence'_] _Lawrence_ Qq Ff. _Lawrence's_ Rowe.
[714] _They'll ... any_] _They'll be in scarlet straitway at my_
Hanmer. _They'll be in scarlet straight at my next_ S. Walker conj.
_They will be straight in scarlet at my_ Keightley.
[715] _climb_] _climde_ Q3 F1.
[716] SCENE VI.] Hanmer. SCENE VII. Rowe. ACT III. SCENE III. Capell.
Friar Laurence's cell.] Capell. The Monastery. Rowe.
[717] Enter Frier Laurence....] Rowe. Enter Friar.... Qq Ff.
[718] _love-devouring_] Hyphen omitted in F2 F3.
_death do what he_] _death, do what thou_ Seymour conj.
[719] _enough I_] _inough. I_ F1 F2. _enough. I_ F3.
[720] _triumph_] _triumph_: F1.
[721] _kiss_] _meet_ Pope.
[722] _loathsome_] _lothsomnesse_ Q4 Q5.
_his_] _its_ Rowe (ed. 2).
[723] _gossamer ... idles_] _gossamour ... idles_ F4. _gossamours ...
ydeles_ Q2. _gossamours ... ydles_ Q3 F1 F2. _gossamours ... idles_
Q4 Q5 F3. _gossamours ... idle_ Malone.
[724] _else is_] Q2 Q3 F4. _else in_ Q4 F1 F2 Q5 F3. _else are_ Rowe.
[725] Rom.] Fri. F1.
[726] _music's_] _musicke_ Q2 Q3.
[727] _such_] _such such_ F1.
[728] _sum up sum of half my_] Q2 Q3. _summe up some of halfe my_ Q4
Q5. _sum up some of halfe my_ Ff. _sum up one half of my_ Pope. _sum
up sums of half my_ Johnson. _sum up half my sum of_ Capell. _sum
the sum of half my_ Anon. conj. ap. Rann.
[729] [Exeunt.] F2 F3 F4. om. Qq F1.
ACT III.
SCENE I. _A public place._[730]
_Enter_ MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, _and_ Servants.[731]
_Ben._ I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,[732]
And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl;[733][734]
For now these hot days is the mad blood stirring.[734]
_Mer._ Thou art like one of those fellows that when he[735] 5
enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword upon the
table, and says 'God send me no need of thee!' and by the
operation of the second cup draws it on the drawer, when[736]
indeed there is no need.
_Ben._ Am I like such a fellow? 10
_Mer._ Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood
as any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody and as
soon moody to be moved.
_Ben._ And what to?[737]
_Mer._ Nay, an there were two such, we should have[738] 15
none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why, thou
wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair
less, in his beard than thou hast: thou wilt quarrel with a
man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because
thou hast hazel eyes; what eye, but such an eye, would spy 20
out such a quarrel? thy head is as full of quarrels as an
egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as
addle as an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with
a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened
thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun: didst thou not 25
fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before
Easter? with another, for tying his new shoes with old
riband? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling![739]
_Ben._ An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man[740]
should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a 30
quarter.
_Mer._ The fee-simple! O simple!
_Enter_ TYBALT _and others_.
_Ben._ By my head, here come the Capulets.[741]
_Mer._ By my heel, I care not.[742]
_Tyb._ Follow me close, for I will speak to them. 35
Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.
_Mer._ And but one word with one of us? couple it with[743]
something; make it a word and a blow.
_Tyb._ You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you[744]
will give me occasion.[745] 40
_Mer._ Could you not take some occasion without giving?
_Tyb._ Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,--[746]
_Mer._ Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an[747]
thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords:
here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall make you 45
dance. 'Zounds, consort![748]
_Ben._ We talk here in the public haunt of men:
Either withdraw unto some private place,
Or reason coldly of your grievances,[749]
Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. 50
_Mer._ Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;
I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
_Enter_ ROMEO.
_Tyb._ Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.
_Mer._ But I'll be hang'd, sir, if he wear your livery:
Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower;[750] 55
Your worship in that sense may call him man.
_Tyb._ Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford[751]
No better term than this,--thou art a villain.
_Rom._ Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee[752]
Doth much excuse the appertaining rage[753] 60
To such a greeting: villain am I none;[754]
Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.[755]
_Tyb._ Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries[756]
That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.
_Rom._ I do protest, I never injured thee,[757] 65
But love thee better than thou canst devise[758]
Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:
And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender
As dearly as mine own,--be satisfied.[759]
_Mer._ O calm, dishonourable, vile submission![760] 70
Alla stoccata carries it away.[761] [_Draws._
Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?[762]
_Tyb._ What wouldst thou have with me?[763]
_Mer._ Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine
lives, that I mean to make bold withal, and, as you shall 75
use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you[764]
pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? make[765]
haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.
_Tyb._ I am for you.[766] [_Drawing._
_Rom._ Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. 80
_Mer._ Come, sir, your passado.[767] [_They fight._
_Rom._ Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.[768][769]
Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage![769]
Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath[769][770]
Forbid this bandying in Verona streets:[769][771][772][773] 85
Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio![769][772][774]
[_Tybalt under Romeo's arm stabs Mercutio and_
_flies with his followers._
_Mer._ I am hurt;[775]
A plague o' both your houses! I am sped:
Is he gone, and hath nothing?
_Ben._ What, art thou hurt?
_Mer._ Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.
Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.[776] 90
[_Exit Page._
_Rom._ Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
_Mer._ No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a
church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve: ask for me to-morrow,
and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered,
I warrant, for this world. A plague o' both your[777] 95
houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a[778]
man to death! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by
the book of arithmetic! Why the devil came you between[779]
us? I was hurt under your arm.
_Rom._ I thought all for the best. 100
_Mer._ Help me into some house, Benvolio,
Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses![780]
They have made worms' meat of me: I have it,[781][782]
And soundly too: your houses![781][783]
[_Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio._[784]
_Rom._ This gentleman, the prince's near ally,[785] 105
My very friend, hath got this mortal hurt[786]
In my behalf; my reputation stain'd[787]
With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour
Hath been my kinsman: O sweet Juliet,[788]
Thy beauty hath made me effeminate, 110
And in my temper soften'd valour's steel![789]
_Re-enter_ BENVOLIO.
_Ben._ O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead![790]
That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,
Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
_Rom._ This day's black fate on more days doth depend;[791] 115
This but begins the woe others must end.[792][793]
_Re-enter_ TYBALT.
_Ben._ Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
_Rom._ Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain![794]
Away to heaven, respective lenity,
And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now![795] 120
Now, Tybalt, take the 'villain' back again
That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul
Is but a little way above our heads,
Staying for thine to keep him company:
Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.[796] 125
_Tyb._ Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
Shalt with him hence.
_Rom._ This shall determine that.
[_They fight; Tybalt falls._
_Ben._ Romeo, away, be gone!
The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain:
Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death 130
If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!
_Rom._ O, I am fortune's fool!
_Ben._ Why dost thou stay?
[_Exit Romeo._
_Enter_ Citizens, &c.
_First Cit._ Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?[797]
Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?[798][799]
_Ben._ There lies that Tybalt.
_First Cit._ Up, sir, go with me;[799][800] 135
I charge thee in the prince's name, obey.[801]
_Enter_ Prince, _attended_; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, _their_ Wives,
_and others_.
_Prin._ Where are the vile beginners of this fray?[802]
_Ben._ O noble prince, I can discover all[803]
The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:
There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, 140
That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.[804]
_La. Cap._ Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child![805]
O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt[806]
Of my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,
For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague. 145
O cousin, cousin![807]
_Prin._ Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?[808]
_Ben._ Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;
Romeo that spoke him fair, bid him bethink[809]
How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal 150
Your high displeasure: all this uttered
With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,[810]
Could not take truce with the unruly spleen[811]
Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts[812]
With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast; 155
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,[813] 160
'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than his tongue,
His agile arm beats down their fatal points,[814]
And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm
An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled: 165
But by and by comes back to Romeo,
Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,[815]
And to't they go like lightning: for, ere I[816]
Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain;
And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly;[817] 170
This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
_La. Cap._ He is a kinsman to the Montague,[804][818]
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. 175
I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;
Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.
_Prin._ Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?[819]
_Mon._ Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend;[820] 180
His fault concludes but what the law should end,
The life of Tybalt.
_Prin._ And for that offence
Immediately we do exile him hence:
I have an interest in your hate's proceeding,[821]
My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding; 185
But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine,
That you shall all repent the loss of mine:
I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;[822]
Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses:[823]
Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste, 190
Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.[824]
Bear hence this body, and attend our will:
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. [_Exeunt._[825]
SCENE II. _Capulet's orchard._[826]
_Enter_ JULIET.[827]
_Jul._ Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a waggoner[828]
As Phaethon would whip you to the west,[829]
And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, 5
That runaway's eyes may wink, and Romeo[830]
Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.[831]
Lovers can see to do their amorous rites[832]
By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,[833]
It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, 10
Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,[834]
And learn me how to lose a winning match,
Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:[835]
Hood my unmann'd blood bating in my cheeks[836]
With thy black mantle, till strange love grown bold[837] 15
Think true love acted simple modesty.[838]
Come, night, come, Romeo, come, thou day in night;
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.[839]
Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night, 20
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,[840]
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night[841]
And pay no worship to the garish sun. 25
O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold,
Not yet enjoy'd; so tedious is this day
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child that hath new robes 30
And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,
And she brings news, and every tongue that speaks
But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.
_Enter_ Nurse, _with cords_.[842]
Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords[843]
That Romeo bid thee fetch?[844]
_Nurse._ Ay, ay, the cords.[844][845] 35
[_Throws them down._
_Jul._ Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?[846]
_Nurse._ Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead.[847]
We are undone, lady, we are undone.
Alack the day! he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead.[848]
_Jul._ Can heaven be so envious?
_Nurse._ Romeo can, 40
Though heaven cannot. O Romeo, Romeo!
Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!
_Jul._ What devil art thou that dost torment me thus?[849]
This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but 'I,'[850] 45
And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more[850]
Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice:[851]
I am not I, if there be such an I,[852][853][854][855]
Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.'[852][853][855][856]
If he be slain, say 'I;' or if not, no:[852][855] 50
Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe.[852][857]
_Nurse._ I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes--
God save the mark!--here on his manly breast:
A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;
Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,[858] 55
All in gore blood: I swounded at the sight.[859]
_Jul._ O, break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once![860]
To prison, eyes, ne'er look on liberty!
Vile earth, to earth resign, end motion here,[861]
And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier![862] 60
_Nurse._ O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!
O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman![863]
That ever I should live to see thee dead!
_Jul._ What storm is this that blows so contrary?[864]
Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? 65
My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord?[865]
Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom![866]
For who is living, if those two are gone?
_Nurse._ Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished:[867]
Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished. 70
_Jul._ O God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?[868]
_Nurse._ It did, it did; alas the day, it did![869]
_Jul._ O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face![870]
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?[870]
Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! 75
Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb![871][872]
Despised substance of divinest show![872][873][874]
Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,[872][873]
A damned saint, an honourable villain![872][873][875]
O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell, 80
When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend[876]
In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?
Was ever book containing such vile matter
So fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell
In such a gorgeous palace!
_Nurse._ There's no trust,[877] 85
No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured,[877]
All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.[877][878]
Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitæ:
These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.
Shame come to Romeo!
_Jul._ Blister'd be thy tongue[879] 90
For such a wish! he was not born to shame:
Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit;
For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd
Sole monarch of the universal earth.
O, what a beast was I to chide at him![880] 95
_Nurse._ Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?[881]
_Jul._ Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,
When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?
But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? 100
That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband:
Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;
Your tributary drops belong to woe,
Which you mistaking offer up to joy.[882]
My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; 105
And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband:[883]
All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?
Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death,[884]
That murder'd me: I would forget it fain;[885]
But, O, it presses to my memory, 110
Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds:
'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished;'
That 'banished,' that one word 'banished,'
Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death
Was woe enough, if it had ended there: 115
Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship
And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,[886]
Why follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,'[887]
Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,
Which modern lamentation might have moved?[888] 120
But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death,[889]
'Romeo is banished:' to speak that word,[890]
Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banished.'
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, 125
In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.
Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?
_Nurse._ Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:[891]
Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.
_Jul._ Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent,[892] 130
When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.
Take up those cords: poor ropes, you are beguiled,[893][894]
Both you and I; for Romeo is exiled:[893][895]
He made you for a highway to my bed;[893][896]
But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.[893][897] 135
Come, cords; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed;[893][898]
And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead![893]
_Nurse._ Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo
To comfort you: I wot well where he is.
Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night:[899] 140
I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell.
_Jul._ O, find him! give this ring to my true knight,
And bid him come to take his last farewell.[900] [_Exeunt._
SCENE III. _Friar Laurence's cell._[901]
_Enter_ FRIAR LAURENCE.[902]
_Fri. L._ Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man:[903]
Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,[904]
And thou art wedded to calamity.
_Enter_ ROMEO.[905]
_Rom._ Father, what news? what is the prince's doom?[906]
What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,[907] 5
That I yet know not?
_Fri. L._ Too familiar
Is my dear son with such sour company:[908]
I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.
_Rom._ What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom?[909]
_Fri. L._ A gentler judgement vanish'd from his lips,[910] 10
Not body's death, but body's banishment.
_Rom._ Ha, banishment! be merciful, say 'death;'
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more than death: do not say 'banishment.'[911]
_Fri. L._ Here from Verona art thou banished:[912] 15
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
_Rom._ There is no world without Verona walls,[913]
But purgatory, torture, hell itself.[914]
Hence banished is banish'd from the world,[915]
And world's exile is death: then 'banished'[916][917][918] 20
Is death mis-term'd: calling death 'banished,'[917][919]
Thou cut'st my head off with a golden axe
And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.[920]
_Fri. L._ O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince, 25
Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,[921]
And turn'd that black word death to banishment:
This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.[922]
_Rom._ 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,
Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog 30
And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
Live here in heaven and may look on her,[923]
But Romeo may not: more validity,
More honourable state, more courtship lives
In carrion-flies than Romeo: they may seize 35
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand,
And steal immortal blessing from her lips;[924]
Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,[925][926]
Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;[926][927]
But Romeo may not; he is banished:[926][928] 40
This may flies do, but I from this must fly:[926][928]
They are free men, but I am banished:[926][928]
And say'st thou yet, that exile is not death?[926][928]
Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife,[926][929]
No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,[926] 45
But 'banished' to kill me?--'Banished'?[926]
O friar, the damned use that word in hell;
Howling attends it: how hast thou the heart,[930]
Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,[931] 50
To mangle me with that word 'banished'?[932]
_Fri. L._ Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.[933]
_Rom._ O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.
_Fri. L._ I'll give thee armour to keep off that word;[934]
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, 55
To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
_Rom._ Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy!
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom,
It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more.[935] 60
_Fr. L._ O, then I see that madmen have no ears.[936]
_Rom._ How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?[937]
_Fr. L._ Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.[938]
_Rom._ Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:[939]
Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,[940] 65
An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,[941]
Doting like me, and like me banished,
Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,[942]
And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
Taking the measure of an unmade grave.[943] [_Knocking within._ 70
_Fri. L._ Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.[944]
_Rom._ Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick groans[945][946]
Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes.[945][947] [_Knocking._
_Fri. L._ Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, arise;[945][948]
Thou wilt be taken.--Stay awhile!--Stand up;[949] [_Knocking._ 75
Run to my study.--By and by! God's will,
What simpleness is this!--I come, I come![950] [_Knocking._
Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will?[951]
_Nurse._ [_Within_] Let me come in, and you shall know my errand;[952]
I come from Lady Juliet.
_Fri. L._ Welcome, then.[953] 80
_Enter_ Nurse.
_Nurse._ O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,
Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo?[954]
_Fri. L._ There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.[955]
_Nurse._ O, he is even in my mistress' case,[956]
Just in her case!
_Fr. L._ O woeful sympathy![957] 85
Piteous predicament![957]
_Nurse._ Even so lies she,[958]
Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.
Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man:[959][960]
For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;[959]
Why should you fall into so deep an O?[961] 90
_Rom._ Nurse![961]
_Nurse._ Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death's the end of all.[962]
_Rom._ Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her?[963]
Doth she not think me an old murderer,[964]
Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy[965] 95
With blood removed but little from her own?
Where is she? and how doth she? and what says[966]
My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?[967]
_Nurse._ O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;
And now falls on her bed; and then starts up, 100
And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,[968]
And then down falls again.
_Rom._ As if that name,[969]
Shot from the deadly level of a gun,[969][970]
Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand
Murder'd her kinsman. O, tell me, friar, tell me,[971] 105
In what vile part of this anatomy[972]
Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack
The hateful mansion.[973] [_Drawing his sword._
_Fri. L._ Hold thy desperate hand:
Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art:
Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote[974] 110
The unreasonable fury of a beast:
Unseemly woman in a seeming man![975]
Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both![975][976]
Thou hast amazed me: by my holy order,
I thought thy disposition better temper'd. 115
Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?
And slay thy lady that in thy life lives,[977]
By doing damned hate upon thyself?[978]
Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven and earth?[978][979]
Since birth and heaven and earth, all three do meet[978][980] 120
In thee at once, which thou at once wouldst lose.[978][120][981]
Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit;[978]
Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all,[978][982]
And usest none in that true use indeed[978]
Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit:[978] 125
Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,[978]
Digressing from the valour of a man;[978][983]
Thy dear love sworn, but hollow perjury,[978]
Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish;[978]
Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,[978] 130
Mis-shapen in the conduct of them both,[978]
Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask,[978][984]
Is set a-fire by thine own ignorance,[978][985]
And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.[978]
What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive, 135
For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;
There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
But thou slew'st Tybalt; there art thou happy too:[986]
The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend,[987]
And turns it to exile; there art thou happy:[988] 140
A pack of blessings lights upon thy back;[989]
Happiness courts thee in her best array;
But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,[990]
Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:[991]
Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. 145
Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her:
But look thou stay not till the watch be set,
For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
Where thou shalt live till we can find a time 150
To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
Beg pardon of the prince and call thee back[992]
With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.
Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady, 155
And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto:
Romeo is coming.
_Nurse._ O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night[993]
To hear good counsel: O, what learning is![994] 160
My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.
_Rom._ Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.
_Nurse._ Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir:[995]
Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.[996] [_Exit._
_Rom._ How well my comfort is revived by this! 165
_Fri._ Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state:[997][998]
Either be gone before the watch be set,[997]
Or by the break of day disguised from hence:[997][999]
Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
And he shall signify from time to time 170
Every good hap to you that chances here:
Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night.
_Rom._ But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
It were a grief, so brief to part with thee:
Farewell.[1000] [_Exeunt._ 175
SCENE IV. _A room in Capulet's house._[1001]
_Enter_ CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, _and_ PARIS.[1002]
_Cap._ Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily
That we have had no time to move our daughter.[1003]
Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly,
And so did I. Well, we were born to die.
'Tis very late; she'll not come down to-night: 5
I promise you, but for your company,[1004]
I would have been a-bed an hour ago.[1004][1005]
_Par._ These times of woe afford no time to woo.[1006]
Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.
_La. Cap._ I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;[1007] 10
To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness.[1007][1008]
_Cap._ Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender[1009]
Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled[1010]
In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not.[1011]
Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; 15
Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love;[1012]
And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next--[1013][1014]
But, soft! what day is this?
_Par._ Monday, my lord.
_Cap._ Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon;[1014]
O' Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her,[1015][1016] 20
She shall be married to this noble earl.[1015]
Will you be ready? do you like this haste?[1015]
We'll keep no great ado; a friend or two;[1017]
For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,
It may be thought we held him carelessly, 25
Being our kinsman, if we revel much:
Therefore we'll have some half-a-dozen friends,
And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?[1018]
_Par._ My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.[1019]
_Cap._ Well, get you gone: o' Thursday be it then.[1020] 30
Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,[1021]
Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.
Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho!
Afore me, it is so very very late,[1022]
That we may call it early by and by:[1022][1023] 35
Good night.[1024] [_Exeunt._
SCENE V. CAPULET'S ORCHARD.[1025]
_Enter_ ROMEO _and_ JULIET, _above, at the window_.[1026]
_Jul._ Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:[1027]
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate-tree:[1028]
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. 5
_Rom._ It was the lark, the herald of the morn,[1029]
No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day[1030]
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops:[1031] 10
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
_Jul._ Yond light is not day-light, I know it, I:[1032]
It is some meteor that the sun exhales,[1033]
To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua: 15
Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone.[1034]
_Rom._ Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;[1035]
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.[1035]
I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,[1035][1036]
'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;[1035][1037] 20
Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat[1035][1038]
The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:[1035][1039]
I have more care to stay than will to go:[1035][1040]
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
How is't, my soul? let's talk: it is not day.[1041] 25
_Jul._ It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away!
It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
Some say the lark makes sweet division;
This doth not so, for she divideth us: 30
Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes;[1042]
O, now I would they had changed voices too![1043]
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,[1044]
Hunting thee hence with hunts-up to the day.[1044][1045]
O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.[1046] 35
_Rom._ More light and light: more dark and dark our woes![1047]
_Enter_ NURSE, _to the chamber_.[1048]
_Nurse._ Madam!
_Jul._ Nurse?[1049]
_Nurse._ Your lady mother is coming to your chamber:
The day is broke; be wary, look about.[1050] [_Exit._ 40
_Jul._ Then, window, let day in, and let life out.[1051]
_Rom._ Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.[1052]
[_Descends._[1053]
_Jul._ Art thou gone so? my lord, my love, my friend![1054]
I must hear from thee every day in the hour,[1055]
For in a minute there are many days: 45
O, by this count I shall be much in years
Ere I again behold my Romeo!
_Rom._ Farewell![1056]
I will omit no opportunity[1056]
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. 50
_Jul._ O, think'st thou we shall ever meet again?[1057]
_Rom._ I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve
For sweet discourses in our time to come.[1058]
_Jul._ O God! I have an ill-divining soul.[1059]
Methinks I see thee, now thou art below,[1060] 55
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:[1061]
Either my eyesight fails or thou look'st pale.[1062]
_Rom._ And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:[1063]
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu![1064] [_Exit._
_Jul._ O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:[1065] 60
If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune;[1066]
For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back.[1067]
_La. Cap._ [_Within_] Ho, daughter! are you up?
_Jul._ Who is't that calls? it is my lady mother![1068] 65
Is she not down so late, or up so early?[1069]
What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither?[1070]
_Enter_ LADY CAPULET.[1071]
_La. Cap._ Why, how now, Juliet![1072]
_Jul._ Madam, I am not well.
_La. Cap._ Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?
What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? 70
An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;[1073][1074]
Therefore have done: some grief shows much of love.[1073]
But much of grief shows still some want of wit.[1073]
_Jul._ Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
_La. Cap._ So shall you feel the loss, but not the
friend[1075][1076] 75
Which you weep for.[1076]
_Jul._ Feeling so the loss,[1076]
I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.[1076][1077]
_La. Cap._ Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death
As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.[1078]
_Jul._ What villain, madam?
_La. Cap._ That same villain, Romeo.[1079] 80
_Jul._ [_Aside_] Villain and he be many miles asunder.[1080]
God pardon him! I do, with all my heart;[1081][1082]
And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.[1081]
_La. Cap._ That is because the traitor murderer lives.[1081][1083]
_Jul._ Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands:[1081] 85
Would none but I might venge my cousin's death![1081]
_La. Cap._ We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:[1081]
Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,[1081]
Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,[1081]
Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram[1081][1084] 90
That he shall soon keep Tybalt company:[1081]
And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.[1081]
_Jul._ Indeed, I never shall be satisfied[1081]
With Romeo, till I behold him--dead--[1081][1085]
Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd.[1081][1086] 95
Madam, if you could find out but a man[1081]
To bear a poison, I would temper it,[1081][1087]
That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,[1081]
Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors[1081]
To hear him named, and cannot come to him,[1081] 100
To wreak the love I bore my cousin[1081][1088]
Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him![1081][1089]
_La. Cap._ Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man.[1081][1090]
But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.[1081][1091]
_Jul._ And joy comes well in such a needy time:[1092] 105
What are they, I beseech your ladyship?[1093]
_La. Cap._ 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 expect'st not, nor I look'd not for.[1094] 110
_Jul._ Madam, in happy time, what day is that?[1095]
_La. Cap._ Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church,[1096]
Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.[1097] 115
_Jul._ Now, by Saint Peter's Church, and Peter too,[1098]
He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
I wonder at this haste; that I must wed
Ere he that should be husband comes to woo.[1099]
I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, 120
I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear,[1100]
It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
Rather than Paris. These are news indeed![1101]
_La. Cap._ Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,[1102]
And see how he will take it at your hands.[1103] 125
_Enter_ CAPULET _and_ Nurse.[1104]
_Cap._ When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;[1105][1106]
But for the sunset of my brother's son[1105]
It rains downright.[1105][1107]
How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears?[1107]
Evermore showering? In one little body[1108] 130
Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind:[1109]
For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,[1110]
Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;
Who raging with thy tears, and they with them,[1111] 135
Without a sudden calm will overset
Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife![1112]
Have you deliver'd to her our decree?[1113]
_La. Cap._ Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.[1114]
I would the fool were married to her grave! 140
_Cap._ Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife.
How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?[1115]
Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest,
Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?[1116] 145
_Jul._ Not proud, you have, but thankful that you have:[1117]
Proud can I never be of what I hate;[1118]
But thankful even for hate that is meant love.[1119]
_Cap._ How, how! how, how! chop-logic! What is this?[1120]
'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not;'[1121] 150
And yet 'not proud:' mistress minion, you,[1121][1122]
Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,
But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,[1123]
To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church,
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. 155
Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage![1124][1125]
You tallow-face![1124][1126]
_La. Cap._ Fie, fie! what, are you mad?
_Jul._ Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
_Cap._ Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch![1127] 160
I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday,[1128]
Or never after look me in the face:
Speak not, reply not, do not answer me;
My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest[1129]
That God had lent us but this only child,[1130] 165
But now I see this one is one too much
And that we have a curse in having her:[1131]
Out on her, hilding!
_Nurse._ God in heaven bless her!
You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.[1132]
_Cap._ And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,[1127] 170
Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.[1133]
_Nurse._ I speak no treason.[1134]
_Cap._ O, God ye god-den.[1127]
_Nurse._ May not one speak?
_Cap._ Peace, you mumbling fool![1135]
Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl;[1136]
For here we need it not.
_La. Cap._ You are too hot. 175
_Cap._ God's bread! it makes me mad:[1127][1137][1138]
Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,[1137][1138][1139]
Alone, in company, still my care hath been[1137]
To have her match'd: and having now provided
A gentleman of noble parentage,[1140] 180
Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,[1141]
Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts,
Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man;[1142]
And then to have a wretched puling fool,
A whining mammet, i
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