• Act I

    Two noble families of Verona, the Montagues and Capulets, were in bloody feud. The Prince ordered all brawls to cease on pain of death.

    Romeo, son of old Montagues, is goaded by his friend Benvolio to crash a masked ball at the Capulets, so that he can forget his unrequited love Rosaline. It works, but Romeo falls in love with Juliet, a daughter of the Capulets. They kiss. Juliet finds out from a servant that her new love is a Montague.

    Juliet’s cousing Tybalt recognizes Romeo and challenges him, but since Romeo is a guest he vows to settle the score later.

  • ACT II

    After the ball Romeo sneaks back into the Capulet garden, and sees Juliet at her balcony. She is calling his name aloud, and wishing he were not a Montague. He reveals himself, professes his love. They resolve to marry secretly.

    Next morning, Juliet sends her Nurse to make wedding arrangements with Friar Lawrence (who sees the union as a way to end the violence).

  • ACT III

    Tybalt finds Romeo returning from Friar Lawrence, and his new marriage. Tybalt challenges him again, but Romeo refuses. Romeo’s friend Mercutio steps in, and is killed. Romeo now fight and slays Tybalt, then hides in the Friar’s cell. The Prince banishes Romeo, and the Friar advises Romeo to spend the night with Juliet and then flee to Mantua.

    Meanwhile, Juliet is grieving for Romeo (though her parents think it’s for Tybalt), and to console her, plan to have her wed Paris immediately.

  • ACT IV

    In despair, Juliet seeks Friar Lawrence’s advice. He gives her a sleeping potion, which for a time will cause her to appear dead. Thus, on the day of her supposed marriage to Paris, she will be carried to the family vault. By the time she awakens, Romeo will be summoned to the vault and take her away to Mantua.

  • ACT V

    The Friar’s letter fails to reach Romeo. When he hears of Juliet’s death, Romeo procures a poison from an apothecary and returns to Verona to say his last farewell to his deceased wife and die by her side. In the tomb, Romeo encounters Paris, who has come to strew flowers on Juliet’s grave. Paris challenges Romeo, they fight, Paris is killed.

    Then at Juliet’s side, Romeo drinks the poison and dies. When Juliet awakens from her deep sleep, she realizes Romeo’s error and kills herself with his dagger. The Lords of the houses find their children, and grieve. The Prince rebukes the Capulets and Montagues for their bloody feud, and they decide to reconcile as a result of the deaths of their children.

  • Act 1, Prologue

    The Chorus tells us the plot of the play, and what kind of play it is.

    romeo and juliet

  • Act 1, Scene 1

    Sampson and Gregory, servants of the house of Capulet, go out looking for trouble…

    Sampson and Gregory almost pick a fight with Abraham and Balthasar, servants of the house of Montague…

    Seeing a Capulet kinsman, Sampson and Gregory start to fight with Abraham and Balthasar. Benvolio tries to stop the fight, but Tybalt enters and attacks Benvolio. The citizens of Verona attack both the Capulets and Montagues. Capulet and Montague try to join the fight, but are restrained by their wives…

    Prince Escalus stops the riot, threatens everyone with death, and takes Capulet with him, leaving Benvolio alone with Montague and Lady Montague. Lady Montague asks where Romeo is, and Benvolio answers that he was up before dawn, wandering in the woods. The Montagues say that Romeo is afflicted with strange sorrows, and Benvolio offers to find out what’s wrong with him…

    Seeing Romeo coming, Montague and Lady Montague leave Benvolio alone to speak with their son. Benvolio soon discovers that Romeo’s problem is that he loves a woman who doesn’t return his love. Benvolio tries to get Romeo to say who it is he loves, but Romeo won’t. Benvolio also tries to get Romeo to solve his problem by looking for another woman, but Romeo seems determined to love and suffer.

  • Act 1, Scene 2

    Paris asks Capulet for Juliet’s hand in marriage. Capulet thinks she’s too young, but tells Paris to woo her, and invites him to a feast that night. Capulet sends the servant out to invite other guests to the feast…

    Benvolio is still trying to talk Romeo into considering other ladies when they are interrupted by the Capulet servant, who asks Romeo to read something for him. It is a list of guests at Capulet’s feast that night. Thus Romeo discovers that Rosaline, his beloved, will be at the feast. Benvolio challenges Romeo to go to the feast and compare Rosaline with other beauties. Romeo says he will go, but only to rejoice that Rosaline is most beautiful of all.

  • Act 1, Scene 3

    Lady Capulet wants to have a serious conversation with Juliet, but the Nurse interrupts with a long reminiscence about Juliet’s weaning and what Juliet said about falling on her back. Lady Capulet tells Juliet that Paris wants to marry her, and urges her to look him over and see that he is the husband for her. Servants come to call everyone to the feast.

  • Act 1, Scene 4

    Mercutio tries to persuade Romeo to dance at Capulet’s feast, but Romeo insists that he is too sadly love-lorn to do anything but hold a torch. Then Romeo says that it’s not wise to go to the feast at all, because of a dream he had…

    Mercutio mocks Romeo’s belief in his dream by going on and on about “Queen Mab”, but Romeo is sure that some terrible fate awaits him. Nevertheless, he goes into the feast with his friends.

  • Act 1, Scene 5

    At Capulet’s house, Romeo and his friends enter as preparations are being made for the dancing. The musicians are tuning up, and the servants are hurrying to clear away the remains of the feast…

    Capulet enters, greets the masked strangers, and invites them to dance. Romeo sees Juliet and says to himself that this is the first time he’s seen true beauty. Tybalt recognizes Romeo and sends for his sword, but Capulet orders Tybalt to do nothing. Saying that he’ll make Romeo pay, Tybalt leaves…

    Romeo holds Juliet’s hand, and begs a kiss, which she gives him. They kiss again, and then both are called away. As everyone is leaving, they each learn the name of the other, and they each exclaim upon the fate that has made each fall in love with his/her enemy.

  • Act 2, Prologue

    The Chorus tells us that Romeo and Juliet are suffering because they can’t meet, but that passion gives them power to find a way to see each other.

  • Act 2, Scene 1

    On his way home from Capulet’s feast, Romeo turns back and jumps the wall of Capulet’s garden. Benvolio calls for Romeo and Mercutio bawdily conjures Romeo, but he will not appear, and his friends depart.

  • Act 2, Scene 2

    In Capulet’s garden Romeo sees Juliet come to her window. He is entranced by her beauty and listens as she tells the night that she loves Romeo and wishes that he had another name. Romeo surprises her by offering to take another name for her love. At first, Juliet worries for Romeo’s safety and then she worries that he may be a deceiver, but he wins her over with passionate vows of love. They pledge their love to one another and then Juliet is called away by the Nurse…

    Answering the call of the Nurse, Juliet goes into the house, then comes right back out and tells Romeo that the next day she will send a messenger to find out when and where she is to meet and marry him. Juliet is again called back into the house, and Romeo starts to leave, but Juliet again comes back out, to set a time that her messenger should go to Romeo. Romeo tells her that the messenger should come at nine in the morning. They say a long goodbye, and after Juliet is gone, Romeo says that he will go to the cell of Friar Laurence to get his help.

  • Act 2, Scene 3

    At dawn Friar Laurence gathers herbs and comments on how in both plants and people everything has some good, and every good can be abused and turned to evil…

    Romeo appears and tells Friar Laurence that he has fallen in love with Juliet and wants him to marry them. The Friar criticizes Romeo for jumping so quickly from love of Rosaline to love of Juliet, but agrees to perform the ceremony because he thinks that the marriage may end the hatred between the Capulets and Montagues.

  • Act 2, Scene 4

    Mercutio wonders where Romeo is. Benvolio says that Tybalt has sent a challenge to Romeo, and Mercutio scornfully describes Tybalt as an conceited killer…

    Mercutio kids Romeo about love, and Romeo joins in the bawdy repartee…

    Mercutio bawdily mocks the Nurse, who tells Romeo that she wants a word in private with him…

    The Nurse complains about Mercutio, receives from Romeo the information about time and place of the wedding, then chatters on about how sweet Juliet is.

  • Act 2, Scene 5

    Juliet impatiently awaits the return of the Nurse with news from Romeo…

    The Nurse teases Juliet by finding all kinds of ways to not deliver the joyful news, but finally tells her that she is to go Friar Laurence’s cell to be married to Romeo.

  • Act 2, Scene 6

    Just before the wedding, Friar Laurence advises Romeo to love moderately…

    Romeo and Juliet tell each other how much they love one another, and Friar Laurence leads them off to be married.

  • Act 3, Scene 1

    On the streets of Verona Benvolio tries to persuade Mercutio that it’s best to stay out of the way of the Capulets and a quarrel, but Mercutio jokingly claims that Benvolio is as much of a quarreler as anyone…

    Tybalt, looking for Romeo, is challenged to a fight by Mercutio, but then Romeo appears…

    Tybalt challenges Romeo to fight. Romeo refuses, but Mercutio steps forward and fights Tybalt. As Romeo is trying to stop the fight, Tybalt gives Mercutio a wound, then runs away. Mercutio dies. Romeo is ashamed of himself for letting Mercutio do the fighting, and when Tybalt returns, Romeo kills him. Benvolio has a hard time getting the dazed Romeo to leave the scene…

    Benvolio tells the Prince what happened. Lady Capulet wants Romeo’s life, but the Prince levies fines and exiles Romeo.

  • Act 3, Scene 2

    Juliet longs for the coming of night and Romeo…

    The Nurse appears; she has seen Tybalt’s corpse and heard that Romeo has been banished. The Nurse is so overwrought that her words first make Juliet think that Romeo is dead. When the Nurse finally makes it clear that Tybalt is dead and Romeo is banished, Juliet first turns against Romeo for killing her cousin, then defends him for killing the man who would have killed him. Then Juliet remembers that the Nurse said Romeo has been “banished”, which drives her to despair. The Nurse promises Juliet that she’ll make arrangements for Romeo to come that night for a farewell visit.

  • Act 3, Scene 3

    Learning from the Friar that he is to be banished, Romeo declares that the Friar is torturing him to death, then throws himself on the floor, moaning and weeping…

    The Nurse brings news that Juliet is in just as bad shape as Romeo. Romeo, wild with guilt at the pain he has caused Juliet, tries to stab himself. Friar Laurence lectures Romeo and tells him what to do go to Juliet, then to Mantua until the Prince can be persuaded to pardon him. The Nurse gives Romeo the ring that Juliet asked her to take to him. These things put Romeo into a better frame of mind and he leaves Friar Laurence’s cell to go to Juliet.

  • Act 3, Scene 4

    On a sudden impulse, Capulet promises Paris that Juliet will marry him the day after tomorrow.

  • Act 3, Scene 5

    Just before dawn Romeo is preparing to leave, but Juliet declares that it’s still night, so he can stay. Romeo offers to stay and die, but Juliet urges him to leave…

    The Nurse hurries in with the news that Juliet’s mother is coming. Romeo kisses Juliet and leaps out the window. Juliet asks if they will ever see each other again; Romeo is sure they will, but Juliet is full of foreboding…

    Lady Capulet, assuming that Juliet is weeping for Tybalt, tells her that she’s grieving too much, then decides that Juliet must be weeping because revenge has not been taken upon Romeo. Lady Capulet expresses her hatred of Romeo and Juliet appears to agree with her, though what she really means is that she loves Romeo. Lady Capulet then delivers news which she thinks ought to cheer up Juliet she is to be married to Paris. Juliet declares that she will not. Lady Capulet replies that Juliet’s father is coming, so Juliet ought to tell him that she won’t marry Paris, if she dares…

    Lady Capulet tells Capulet that Juliet has refused to marry Paris. Enraged, Capulet threatens to throw her out of the house if she doesn’t change her mind. Juliet pleads with her mother to intervene, but Lady Capulet refuses…

    Juliet asks the Nurse for advice, and she tells Juliet that she ought to marry Paris because Romeo can never come back and Paris is better looking, anyway. Juliet pretends to accept the Nurse’s advice but decides that she will go to Friar Laurence for his advice. If he can’t help her, she will kill herself.

  • Act 4, Scene 1

    As Paris is making arrangements with Friar Laurence to perform the wedding ceremony between himself and Juliet, she appears. Paris tries to tease some sign of affection out of Juliet and reminds her that they are to be married on Thursday…

    Juliet says that she will kill herself rather than marry Paris, and the Friar comes up with the plan for her to take the drug which will make her appear dead for 42 hours, so that the wedding will be called off and Romeo can come and take her to Mantua.

  • Act 4, Scene 2

    Capulet is making arrangements for the wedding feast when Juliet appears, begs her father’s pardon, and tells him that she will marry Paris. This makes Capulet so happy that he moves the wedding up to the very next day, Wednesday.

  • Act 4, Scene 3

    Juliet persuades her mother and the Nurse to leave her alone. She agonizes over everything that could go wrong, is terrified by visions of the grave, and drinks to Romeo.

  • Act 4, Scene 4

    The Capulets and their servants are busily preparing for the wedding. Paris’ musicians are heard, and Capulet sends the Nurse to awaken Juliet.

  • Act 4, Scene 5

    The Nurse tries to awaken Juliet, but finds that she is (apparently) dead. Lady Capulet and Capulet come running, then lament their daughter’s death…

    The rest of the wedding party arrives, only to find that Juliet is dead and hear the clamor of lamentation. Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris, and the Nurse go nearly wild with grief, but Friar Laurence takes command of the situation by reminding everyone that Juliet is now in a better place, and telling them proceed with her funeral…

    As the musicians are starting to leave, Peter rushes in and demands that they play a sad song to cheer him up. They refuse, Peter insults them with a riddle, and they all leave to wait for lunch.

  • Act 5, Scene 1

    Romeo expects good news from Verona, but receives the news that Juliet is dead. He buys poison of an apothocary and says that he intends to return to Verona and join Juliet in death.

  • Act 5, Scene 2

    Friar John explains to Friar Laurence why he was unable to deliver Friar Laurence’s letter to Romeo. Friar Laurence sends Friar John to get a crowbar and makes plans to be there when Juliet awakes, write again to Romeo in Mantua, and hide Juliet in his cell until Romeo arrives.

  • Act 5, Scene 3

    Paris comes to Juliet’s grave to strew flowers and weep. He sends his Page a ways off, to act as a look-out. Paris promises to visit Juliet’s grave every night, then the Page whistles to warn him that someone is coming. Paris sees a torch and withdraws into the darkness to see who else has come to Juliet’s grave…

    Romeo sends Balthasar away with a letter for Romeo’s father, and starts to open the tomb. Paris comes forward and tries to arrest Romeo. They fight, and Romeo kills Paris. As he is dying, Paris asks to be laid next to Juliet. Romeo does this, pledges his love to Juliet, takes the poison, and dies…

    Friar Laurence comes and finds Romeo and Paris dead. Juliet awakes and Friar Laurence tries to persuade her to come out of the grave, but being afraid of being found there by the watchmen, he runs away. Juliet kills herself with Romeo’s dagger…

    Paris’ Page brings the watchmen to the monument of the Capulets. Watchmen find Balthasar and Friar Laurence. Prince Escalus arrives, then Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Montague. Friar Laurence tells his story, which is confirmed by Balthasar, Paris’ Page, and the letter from Romeo to his father. Montague promises to build a golden statue of Juliet, and Capulet promises to build one of Romeo.

  • Two households, both alike in dignity,

    In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,

    From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

    Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

    From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

    A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;

    Whose misadventured piteous overthrows

    Do with their death bury their parents’ strife.

    The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love,

    And the continuance of their parents’ rage,

    Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove,

    Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;

    The which if you with patient ears attend,

    What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

  • Sampson

    Gregory, o’ my word, we’ll not carry coals.

  • Gregory

    No, for then we should be colliers.

  • Sampson

    I mean, an we be in choler, we’ll draw.

  • Gregory
    Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o’ the collar.

  • Sampson

    I strike quickly, being moved.

  • Gregory

    But thou art not quickly moved to strike.

  • Sampson

    A dog of the house of Montague moves me.

  • Gregory

    To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:

    therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn’st away.

  • Sampson

    A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will

    take the wall of any man or maid of Montague’s.

  • Gregory

    That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes

    to the wall.

  • Sampson

    True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels,

    are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push

    Montague’s men from the wall, and thrust his maids

    to the wall.

  • Gregory

    The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.

  • Sampson

    ‘Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I

    have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the

    maids, and cut off their heads.

  • Gregory

    The heads of the maids?

  • Sampson

    Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;

    take it in what sense thou wilt.

  • Gregory

    They must take it in sense that feel it.

  • Sampson

    Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and

    ‘tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.

  • Gregory

    ‘Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou

    hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes

    two of the house of the Montagues.

  • Sampson

    My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.

  • Gregory

    How! turn thy back and run?

  • Sampson

    Fear me not.

  • Gregory

    No, marry; I fear thee!

  • Sampson

    Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.

  • Gregory

    I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as

    they list.

  • Sampson

    Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;

    which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.

    Enter Abraham and Balthasar

  • Abraham

    Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

  • Sampson

    I do bite my thumb, sir.

  • Abraham

    Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

  • Sampson

    Aside to Gregory

    Is the law of our side, if I say

    ay?

  • Gregory

    No.

  • Sampson

    No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I

    bite my thumb, sir.

  • Gregory

    Do you quarrel, sir?

  • Abraham

    Quarrel sir! no, sir.

  • Sampson

    If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.

  • Abraham

    No better.

  • Sampson

    Well, sir.

  • Gregory

    Say ‘better:’ here comes one of my master’s kinsmen.

  • Sampson

    Yes, better, sir.

  • Abraham

    You lie.

  • Sampson

    Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.

    They fight. Enter Benvolio
  • Benvolio

    Part, fools!

    Put up your swords; you know not what you do.

    Beats down their swords

    Enter Tybalt
  • Tybalt

    What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?

    Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.

  • Benvolio

    I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,

    Or manage it to part these men with me.

  • Tybalt

    What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,

    As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:

    Have at thee, coward!

    They fight. Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs
  • First Citizen

    Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!

    Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!

    Enter Capulet in his gown, and Lady Capulet

  • Capulet

    What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!

  • Lady Capulet

    A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?

  • Capulet

    My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,

    And flourishes his blade in spite of me.

    Enter Montague and Lady Montague
  • Montague

    Thou villain Capulet, Hold me not, let me go.

  • Lady Montague

    Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.

    Enter Prience, with Attendants

  • Prince

    Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,

    Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,

    Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,

    That quench the fire of your pernicious rage

    With purple fountains issuing from your veins,

    On pain of torture, from those bloody hands

    Throw your mistemper’d weapons to the ground,

    And hear the sentence of your moved prince.

    Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,

    By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,

    Have thrice disturb’d the quiet of our streets,

    And made Verona’s ancient citizens

    Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,

    To wield old partisans, in hands as old,

    Canker’d with peace, to part your canker’d hate:

    If ever you disturb our streets again,

    Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.

    For this time, all the rest depart away:

    You Capulet; shall go along with me:

    And, Montague, come you this afternoon,

    To know our further pleasure in this case,

    To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.

    Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.

    Exeunt all but Montague, Lady Montague, and Benvolio
  • Montague

    Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?

    Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?

  • Benvolio

    Here were the servants of your adversary,

    And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:

    I drew to part them: in the instant came

    The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared,

    Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,

    He swung about his head and cut the winds,

    Who nothing hurt withal hiss’d him in scorn:

    While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,

    Came more and more and fought on part and part,

    Till the prince came, who parted either part.

  • Lady Montague

    O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?

    Right glad I am he was not at this fray.

  • Benvolio

    Madam, an hour before the worshipp’d sun

    Peer’d forth the golden window of the east,

    A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;

    Where, underneath the grove of sycamore

    That westward rooteth from the city’s side,

    So early walking did I see your son:

    Towards him I made, but he was ware of me

    And stole into the covert of the wood:

    I, measuring his affections by my own,

    That most are busied when they’re most alone,

    Pursued my humour not pursuing his,

    And gladly shunn’d who gladly fled from me.

  • Montague

    Many a morning hath he there been seen,

    With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.

    Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;

    But all so soon as the all-cheering sun

    Should in the furthest east begin to draw

    The shady curtains from Aurora’s bed,

    Away from the light steals home my heavy son,

    And private in his chamber pens himself,

    Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out

    And makes himself an artificial night:

    Black and portentous must this humour prove,

    Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

  • Benvolio

    My noble uncle, do you know the cause?

  • Montague

    I neither know it nor can learn of him.

  • Benvolio

    Have you importuned him by any means?

  • Montague

    Both by myself and many other friends:

    But he, his own affections’ counsellor,

    Is to himself. I will not say how true.

    But to himself so secret and so close,

    So far from sounding and discovery,

    As is the bud bit with an envious worm,

    Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,

    Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.

    Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow.

    We would as willingly give cure as know.

    Enter Romeo
  • Benvolio

    See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;

    I’ll know his grievance, or be much denied.

  • Montague

    I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,

    To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let’s away.

    Exeunt Montague and Lady Montague

  • Benvolio

    Good-morrow, cousin.

  • Romeo

    Is the day so young?

  • Benvolio

    But new struck nine.

  • Romeo

    Ay me! sad hours seem long.

    Was that my father that went hence so fast?

  • Benvolio

    It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?

  • Romeo

    Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

  • Benvolio

    In love?

  • Romeo

    Out

  • Benvolio

    Of love?

  • Romeo

    Out of her favour, where I am in love.

  • Benvolio

    Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,

    Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!

  • Romeo

    Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,

    Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!

    Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?

    Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.

    Here’s much to do with hate, but more with love.

    Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!

    O any thing, of nothing first create!

    O heavy lightness! serious vanity!

    Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!

    Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,

    sick health!

    Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!

    This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

    Dost thou not laugh?

  • Benvolio

    No, coz, I rather weep.

  • Romeo

    Good heart, at what?

  • Benvolio

    At thy good heart’s oppression.

  • Romeo

    Why, such is love’s transgression.

    Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,

    Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest

    With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown

    Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.

    Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;

    Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;

    Being vex’d a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears:

    What is it else? a madness most discreet,

    A choking gall and a preserving sweet.

    Farewell, my coz.

  • Benvolio

    Soft! I will go along;

    An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

  • Romeo

    Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;

    This is not Romeo, he’s some other where.

  • Benvolio

    Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.

  • Romeo

    What, shall I groan and tell thee?

  • Benvolio

    Groan! why, no.

    But sadly tell me who.

  • Romeo

    Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:

    Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!

    In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.

  • Benvolio

    I aim’d so near, when I supposed you loved.

  • Romeo

    A right good mark-man! And she’s fair I love.

  • Benvolio

    A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.

  • Romeo

    Well, in that hit you miss: she’ll not be hit

    With Cupid’s arrow; she hath Dian’s wit;

    And, in strong proof of chastity well arm’d,

    From love’s weak childish bow she lives unharm’d.

    She will not stay the siege of loving terms,

    Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,

    Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:

    O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,

    That when she dies with beauty dies her store.

  • Benvolio

    Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?

  • Romeo

    She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,

    For beauty starved with her severity

    Cuts beauty off from all posterity.

    She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,

    To merit bliss by making me despair:

    She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow

    Do I live dead that live to tell it now.

  • Benvolio

    Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.

  • Romeo

    O, teach me how I should forget to think.

  • Benvolio

    By giving liberty unto thine eyes;

    Examine other beauties.

  • Romeo

    ‘Tis the way

    To call hers exquisite, in question more:

    These happy masks that kiss fair ladies’ brows

    Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;

    He that is strucken blind cannot forget

    The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:

    Show me a mistress that is passing fair,

    What doth her beauty serve, but as a note

    Where I may read who pass’d that passing fair?

    Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.

  • Benvolio

    I’ll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.

    Exeunt

  • Capulet

    But Montague is bound as well as I,

    In penalty alike; and ‘tis not hard, I think,

    For men so old as we to keep the peace.

  • Paris

    Of honourable reckoning are you both;

    And pity ‘tis you lived at odds so long.

    But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?

  • Capulet

    But saying o’er what I have said before:

    My child is yet a stranger in the world;

    She hath not seen the change of fourteen years,

    Let two more summers wither in their pride,

    Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.

  • Paris

    Younger than she are happy mothers made.

  • Capulet

    And too soon marr’d are those so early made.

    The earth hath swallow’d all my hopes but she,

    She is the hopeful lady of my earth:

    But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,

    My will to her consent is but a part;

    An she agree, within her scope of choice

    Lies my consent and fair according voice.

    This night I hold an old accustom’d feast,

    Whereto I have invited many a guest,

    Such as I love; and you, among the store,

    One more, most welcome, makes my number more.

    At my poor house look to behold this night

    Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:

    Such comfort as do lusty young men feel

    When well-apparell’d April on the heel

    Of limping winter treads, even such delight

    Among fresh female buds shall you this night

    Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,

    And like her most whose merit most shall be:

    Which on more view, of many mine being one

    May stand in number, though in reckoning none,

    Come, go with me.

    To Servant, giving a paper

    Go, sirrah, trudge about

    Through fair Verona; find those persons out

    Whose names are written there, and to them say,

    My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.

    Exeunt Capulet and Paris

  • Servant

    Find them out whose names are written here! It is

    written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his

    yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with

    his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am

    sent to find those persons whose names are here

    writ, and can never find what names the writing

    person hath here writ. I must to the learned. In good time.

    Enter Benvolio and Romeo

  • Benvolio

    Tut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning,

    One pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish;

    Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;

    One desperate grief cures with another’s languish:

    Take thou some new infection to thy eye,

    And the rank poison of the old will die.

  • Romeo

    Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.

  • Benvolio

    For what, I pray thee?

  • Romeo

    For your broken shin.

  • Benvolio

    Why, Romeo, art thou mad?

  • Romeo

    Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is;

    Shut up in prison, kept without my food,

    Whipp’d and tormented and God-den, good fellow.

  • Servant

    God gi’ god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?

  • Romeo

    Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.

  • Servant

    Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I

    pray, can you read any thing you see?

  • Romeo

    Ay, if I know the letters and the language.

  • Servant

    Ye say honestly: rest you merry!

  • Romeo

    Stay, fellow; I can read.

    Reads

    ‘Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;

    County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady

    widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely

    nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine

    uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece

    Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin

    Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.’ A fair

    assembly: whither should they come?

  • Servant

    Up.

  • Romeo

    Whither?

  • Servant

    To supper; to our house.

  • Romeo

    Whose house?

  • Servant

    My master’s.

  • Romeo

    Indeed, I should have ask’d you that before.

  • Servant

    Now I’ll tell you without asking: my master is the

    great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house

    of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.

    Rest you merry!

    Exit

  • Benvolio

    At this same ancient feast of Capulet’s

    Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,

    With all the admired beauties of Verona:

    Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,

    Compare her face with some that I shall show,

    And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

  • Romeo

    When the devout religion of mine eye

    Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;

    And these, who often drown’d could never die,

    Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!

    One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun

    Ne’er saw her match since first the world begun.

  • Benvolio

    Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,

    Herself poised with herself in either eye:

    But in that crystal scales let there be weigh’d

    Your lady’s love against some other maid

    That I will show you shining at this feast,

    And she shall scant show well that now shows best.

  • Romeo

    I’ll go along, no such sight to be shown,

    But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.

    Exeunt

  • Lady Capulet

    Nurse, where’s my daughter? call her forth to me.

  • Nurse

    Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,

    I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!

    God forbid! Where’s this girl? What, Juliet!

    Enter Juliet
  • Juliet

    How now! who calls?

  • Nurse

    Your mother.

  • Juliet

    Madam, I am here.

    What is your will?

  • Lady Capulet

    This is the matter: Nurse, give leave awhile,

    We must talk in secret: Nurse, come back again;

    I have remember’d me, thou’s hear our counsel.

    Thou know’st my daughter’s of a pretty age.

  • Nurse

    Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.

  • Lady Capulet

    She’s not fourteen.

  • Nurse

    I’ll lay fourteen of my teeth,

    And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four

    She is not fourteen. How long is it now

    To Lammas-tide?

  • Lady Capulet

    A fortnight and odd days.

  • Nurse

    Even or odd, of all days in the year,

    Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.

    Susan and she, God rest all Christian souls!

    Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;

    She was too good for me: but, as I said,

    On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;

    That shall she, marry; I remember it well.

    ‘Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;

    And she was wean’d, I never shall forget it,

    Of all the days of the year, upon that day:

    For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,

    Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;

    My lord and you were then at Mantua:

    Nay, I do bear a brain: but, as I said,

    When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple

    Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,

    To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug!

    Shake quoth the dove-house: ‘twas no need, I trow,

    To bid me trudge:

    And since that time it is eleven years;

    For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,

    She could have run and waddled all about;

    For even the day before, she broke her brow:

    And then my husband God be with his soul!

    A’ was a merry man took up the child:

    ‘Yea,’ quoth he, ‘dost thou fall upon thy face?

    Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;

    Wilt thou not, Jule?’ and, by my holidame,

    The pretty wretch left crying and said ‘Ay.’

    To see, now, how a jest shall come about!

    I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,

    I never should forget it: ‘Wilt thou not, Jule?’ quoth he;

    And, pretty fool, it stinted and said ‘Ay.’

  • Lady Capulet

    Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.

  • Nurse

    Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,

    To think it should leave crying and say ‘Ay.’

    And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow

    A bump as big as a young cockerel’s stone;

    A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly:

    ‘Yea,’ quoth my husband,’fall’st upon thy face?

    Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;

    Wilt thou not, Jule?’ it stinted and said ‘Ay.’

  • Juliet

    And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.

  • Nurse

    Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!

    Thou wast the prettiest babe that e’er I nursed:

    An I might live to see thee married once,

    I have my wish.

  • Lady Capulet

    Marry, that ‘marry’ is the very theme

    I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,

    How stands your disposition to be married?

  • Juliet

    It is an honour that I dream not of.

  • Nurse

    An honour! were not I thine only nurse,

    I would say thou hadst suck’d wisdom from thy teat.

  • Lady Capulet

    Well, think of marriage now; younger than you,

    Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,

    Are made already mothers: by my count,

    I was your mother much upon these years

    That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:

    The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.

  • Nurse

    A man, young lady! lady, such a man

    As all the world, why, he’s a man of wax.

  • Lady Capulet

    Verona’s summer hath not such a flower.

  • Nurse

    Nay, he’s a flower; in faith, a very flower.

  • Lady Capulet

    What say you? can you love the gentleman?

    This night you shall behold him at our feast;

    Read o’er the volume of young Paris’ face,

    And find delight writ there with beauty’s pen;

    Examine every married lineament,

    And see how one another lends content

    And what obscured in this fair volume lies

    Find written in the margent of his eyes.

    This precious book of love, this unbound lover,

    To beautify him, only lacks a cover:

    The fish lives in the sea, and ‘tis much pride

    For fair without the fair within to hide:

    That book in many’s eyes doth share the glory,

    That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;

    So shall you share all that he doth possess,

    By having him, making yourself no less.

  • Nurse

    No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men.

  • Lady Capulet

    Speak briefly, can you like of Paris’ love?

  • Juliet

    I’ll look to like, if looking liking move:

    But no more deep will I endart mine eye

    Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.

    Enter a Servant

  • Servant

    Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you

    called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in

    the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must

    hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.

  • Lady Capulet

    We follow thee.

    Exit Servant

    Juliet, the county stays.

  • Nurse

    Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.

    Exeunt

  • Romeo

    What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?

    Or shall we on without a apology?

  • Benvolio

    The date is out of such prolixity:

    We’ll have no Cupid hoodwink’d with a scarf,

    Bearing a Tartar’s painted bow of lath,

    Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;

    Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke

    After the prompter, for our entrance:

    But let them measure us by what they will;

    We’ll measure them a measure, and be gone.

  • Romeo

    Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling;

    Being but heavy, I will bear the light.

  • Mercutio

    Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.

  • Romeo

    Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes

    With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead

    So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

  • Mercutio

    You are a lover; borrow Cupid’s wings,

    And soar with them above a common bound.

  • Romeo

    I am too sore enpierced with his shaft

    To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,

    I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:

    Under love’s heavy burden do I sink.

  • Mercutio

    And, to sink in it, should you burden love;

    Too great oppression for a tender thing.

  • Romeo

    Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,

    Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

  • Mercutio

    If love be rough with you, be rough with love;

    Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.

    Give me a case to put my visage in:

    A visor for a visor! what care I

    What curious eye doth quote deformities?

    Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.

  • Benvolio

    Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in,

    But every man betake him to his legs.

  • Romeo

    A torch for me: let wantons light of heart

    Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels,

    For I am proverb’d with a grandsire phrase;

    I’ll be a candle-holder, and look on.

    The game was ne’er so fair, and I am done.

  • Mercutio

    Tut, dun’s the mouse, the constable’s own word:

    If thou art dun, we’ll draw thee from the mire

    Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick’st

    Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!

  • Romeo

    Nay, that’s not so.

  • Mercutio

    I mean, sir, in delay

    We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.

    Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits

    Five times in that ere once in our five wits.

  • Romeo

    And we mean well in going to this mask;

    But ‘tis no wit to go.

  • Mercutio

    Why, may one ask?

  • Romeo

    I dream’d a dream to-night.

  • Mercutio

    And so did I.

  • Romeo

    Well, what was yours?

  • Mercutio

    That dreamers often lie.

  • Romeo

    In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.

  • Mercutio

    O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.

    She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes

    In shape no bigger than an agate-stone

    On the fore-finger of an alderman,

    Drawn with a team of little atomies

    Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep;

    Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders’ legs,

    The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,

    The traces of the smallest spider’s web,

    The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams,

    Her whip of cricket’s bone, the lash of film,

    Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,

    Not so big as a round little worm

    Prick’d from the lazy finger of a maid;

    Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut

    Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,

    Time out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers.

    And in this state she gallops night by night

    Through lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love;

    O’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on court’sies straight,

    O’er lawyers’ fingers, who straight dream on fees,

    O’er ladies ‘ lips, who straight on kisses dream,

    Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,

    Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:

    Sometime she gallops o’er a courtier’s nose,

    And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;

    And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig’s tail

    Tickling a parson’s nose as a’ lies asleep,

    Then dreams, he of another benefice:

    Sometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck,

    And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,

    Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,

    Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon

    Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,

    And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two

    And sleeps again. This is that very Mab

    That plats the manes of horses in the night,

    And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,

    Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:

    This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,

    That presses them and learns them first to bear,

    Making them women of good carriage:

    This is she

  • Romeo

    Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!

    Thou talk’st of nothing.

  • Mercutio

    True, I talk of dreams,

    Which are the children of an idle brain,

    Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,

    Which is as thin of substance as the air

    And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes

    Even now the frozen bosom of the north,

    And, being anger’d, puffs away from thence,

    Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.

  • Benvolio

    This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves;

    Supper is done, and we shall come too late.

  • Romeo

    I fear, too early: for my mind misgives

    Some consequence yet hanging in the stars

    Shall bitterly begin his fearful date

    With this night’s revels and expire the term

    Of a despised life closed in my breast

    By some vile forfeit of untimely death.

    But He, that hath the steerage of my course,

    Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.

  • Benvolio

    Strike, drum.

    Exeunt

  • First Servant

    Where’s Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He

    shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!

  • Second Servant

    When good manners shall lie all in one or two men’s

    hands and they unwashed too, ‘tis a foul thing.

  • First Servant

    Away with the joint-stools, remove the

    court-cuptree, look to the plate. Good thou, save

    me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let

    the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.

    Antony, and Potpan!

  • Second Servant

    Ay, boy, ready.

  • First Servant

    You are looked for and called for, asked for and

    sought for, in the great chamber.

  • Second Servant

    We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be

    brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.

    Enter Capulet, with Juliet and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers

  • Capulet

    Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes

    Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you.

    Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all

    Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,

    She, I’ll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?

    Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day

    That I have worn a visor and could tell

    A whispering tale in a fair lady’s ear,

    Such as would please: ‘tis gone, ‘tis gone, ‘tis gone:

    You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play.

    A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.

    Music plays, and they dance

    More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,

    And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.

    Ah, sirrah, this unlook’d-for sport comes well.

    Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;

    For you and I are past our dancing days:

    How long is’t now since last yourself and I

    Were in a mask?

  • Second Capulet

    By’r lady, thirty years.

  • Capulet

    What, man! ‘tis not so much, ‘tis not so much:

    ‘Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,

    Come pentecost as quickly as it will,

    Some five and twenty years; and then we mask’d.

  • Second Capulet

    ‘Tis more, ‘tis more, his son is elder, sir;

    His son is thirty.

  • Capulet

    Will you tell me that?

    His son was but a ward two years ago.

  • Romeo

    To a Servingman

    What lady is that, which doth

    enrich the hand

    Of yonder knight?

  • Servant

    I know not, sir.

  • Romeo

    O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

    It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night

    Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear;

    Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!

    So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,

    As yonder lady o’er her fellows shows.

    The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,

    And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.

    Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!

    For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.

  • Tybalt

    This, by his voice, should be a Montague.

    Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave

    Come hither, cover’d with an antic face,

    To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?

    Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,

    To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.

  • Capulet

    Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?

  • Tybalt

    Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,

    A villain that is hither come in spite,

    To scorn at our solemnity this night.

  • Capulet

    Young Romeo is it?

  • Tybalt

    ‘Tis he, that villain Romeo.

  • Capulet

    Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;

    He bears him like a portly gentleman;

    And, to say truth, Verona brags of him

    To be a virtuous and well-govern’d youth:

    I would not for the wealth of all the town

    Here in my house do him disparagement:

    Therefore be patient, take no note of him:

    It is my will, the which if thou respect,

    Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,

    And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.

  • Tybalt

    It fits, when such a villain is a guest:

    I’ll not endure him.

  • Capulet

    He shall be endured:

    What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;

    Am I the master here, or you? go to.

    You’ll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!

    You’ll make a mutiny among my guests!

    You will set cock-a-hoop! you’ll be the man!

  • Tybalt

    Why, uncle, ‘tis a shame.

  • Capulet

    Go to, go to;

    You are a saucy boy: is’t so, indeed?

    This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what:

    You must contrary me! marry, ‘tis time.

    Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:

    Be quiet, or more light, more light! For shame!

    I’ll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!

  • Tybalt

    Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting

    Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.

    I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall

    Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.

    Exit

  • Romeo

    To Juliet

    If I profane with my unworthiest hand

    This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:

    My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand

    To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

  • Juliet

    Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,

    Which mannerly devotion shows in this;

    For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,

    And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.

  • Romeo

    Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

  • Juliet

    Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

  • Romeo

    O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;

    They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

  • Juliet

    Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.

  • Romeo

    Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.

    Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.

  • Juliet

    Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

  • Romeo

    Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!

    Give me my sin again.

  • Juliet

    You kiss by the book.

  • Nurse

    Madam, your mother craves a word with you.

  • Romeo

    What is her mother?

  • Nurse

    Marry, bachelor,

    Her mother is the lady of the house,

    And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous

    I nursed her daughter, that you talk’d withal;

    I tell you, he that can lay hold of her

    Shall have the chinks.

  • Romeo

    Is she a Capulet?

    O dear account! my life is my foe’s debt.

  • Benvolio

    Away, begone; the sport is at the best.

  • Romeo

    Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.

  • Capulet

    Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;

    We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.

    Is it e’en so? why, then, I thank you all

    I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.

    More torches here! Come on then, let’s to bed.

    Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late:

    I’ll to my rest.

    Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse

  • Juliet

    Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?

  • Nurse

    The son and heir of old Tiberio.

  • Juliet

    What’s he that now is going out of door?

  • Nurse

    Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.

  • Juliet

    What’s he that follows there, that would not dance?

  • Nurse

    I know not.

  • Juliet

    Go ask his name: if he be married.

    My grave is like to be my wedding bed.

  • Nurse

    His name is Romeo, and a Montague;

    The only son of your great enemy.

  • Juliet

    My only love sprung from my only hate!

    Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

    Prodigious birth of love it is to me,

    That I must love a loathed enemy.

  • Nurse

    What’s this? what’s this?

  • Juliet

    A rhyme I learn’d even now

    Of one I danced withal.

    One calls within ‘Juliet.’

  • Nurse

    Anon, anon!

    Come, let’s away; the strangers all are gone.

    Exeunt

  • Chorus

    Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,

    And young affection gapes to be his heir;

    That fair for which love groan’d for and would die,

    With tender Juliet match’d, is now not fair.

    Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,

    Alike betwitched by the charm of looks,

    But to his foe supposed he must complain,

    And she steal love’s sweet bait from fearful hooks:

    Being held a foe, he may not have access

    To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;

    And she as much in love, her means much less

    To meet her new-beloved any where:

    But passion lends them power, time means, to meet

    Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.

    Exit

  • Romeo

    Can I go forward when my heart is here?

    Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.

    He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it

    Enter Benvolio and Mercutio

  • Benvolio

    Romeo! my cousin Romeo!

  • Mercutio

    He is wise;

    And, on my lie, hath stol’n him home to bed.

  • Benvolio

    He ran this way, and leap’d this orchard wall:

    Call, good Mercutio.

  • Mercutio

    Nay, I’ll conjure too.

    Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!

    Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh:

    Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;

    Cry but ‘Ay me!’ pronounce but ‘love’ and ‘dove;’

    Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,

    One nick-name for her purblind son and heir,

    Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,

    When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!

    He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;

    The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.

    I conjure thee by Rosaline’s bright eyes,

    By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,

    By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh

    And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,

    That in thy likeness thou appear to us!

  • Benvolio

    And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.

  • Mercutio

    This cannot anger him: ‘twould anger him

    To raise a spirit in his mistress’ circle

    Of some strange nature, letting it there stand

    Till she had laid it and conjured it down;

    That were some spite: my invocation

    Is fair and honest, and in his mistres s’ name

    I conjure only but to raise up him.

  • Benvolio

    Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,

    To be consorted with the humorous night:

    Blind is his love and best befits the dark.

  • Mercutio

    If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.

    Now will he sit under a medlar tree,

    And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit

    As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.

    Romeo, that she were, O, that she were

    An open et caetera, thou a poperin pear!

    Romeo, good night: I’ll to my truckle-bed;

    This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:

    Come, shall we go?

  • Benvolio

    Go, then; for ‘tis in vain

    To seek him here that means not to be found.

    Exeunt

  • Romeo

    He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

    Juliet appears above at a window

    But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?

    It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

    Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

    Who is already sick and pale with grief,

    That thou her maid art far more fair than she:

    Be not her maid, since she is envious;

    Her vestal livery is but sick and green

    And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.

    It is my lady, O, it is my love!

    O, that she knew she were!

    She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?

    Her eye discourses; I will answer it.

    I am too bold, ‘tis not to me she speaks:

    Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,

    Having some business, do entreat her eyes

    To twinkle in their spheres till they return.

    What if her eyes were there, they in her head?

    The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,

    As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven

    Would through the airy region stream so bright

    That birds would sing and think it were not night.

    See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!

    O, that I were a glove upon that hand,

    That I might touch that cheek!

  • Juliet

    Ay me!

  • Romeo

    She speaks:

    O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art

    As glorious to this night, being o’er my head

    As is a winged messenger of heaven

    Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes

    Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him

    When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds

    And sails upon the bosom of the air.

  • Juliet

    O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

    Deny thy father and refuse thy name;

    Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,

    And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.

  • Romeo

    Aside

    Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

  • Juliet

    ‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy;

    Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.

    What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,

    Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part

    Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!

    What’s in a name? that which we call a rose

    By any other name would smell as sweet;

    So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,

    Retain that dear perfection which he owes

    Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,

    And for that name which is no part of thee

    Take all myself.

  • Romeo

    I take thee at thy word:

    Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized;

    Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

  • Juliet

    What man art thou that thus bescreen’d in night

    So stumblest on my counsel?

  • Romeo

    By a name

    I know not how to tell thee who I am:

    My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,

    Because it is an enemy to thee;

    Had I it written, I would tear the word.

  • Juliet

    My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words

    Of that tongue’s utterance, yet I know the sound:

    Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?

  • Romeo

    Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.

  • Juliet

    How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?

    The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,

    And the place death, considering who thou art,

    If any of my kinsmen find thee here.

  • Romeo

    With love’s light wings did I o’er-perch these walls;

    For stony limits cannot hold love out,

    And what love can do that dares love attempt;

    Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.

  • Juliet

    If they do see thee, they will murder thee.

  • Romeo

    Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye

    Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,

    And I am proof against their enmity.

  • Juliet

    I would not for the world they saw thee here.

  • Romeo

    I have night’s cloak to hide me from their sight;

    And but thou love me, let them find me here:

    My life were better ended by their hate,

    Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.

  • Juliet

    By whose direction found’st thou out this place?

  • Romeo

    By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;

    He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.

    I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far

    As that vast shore wash’d with the farthest sea,

    I would adventure for such merchandise.

  • Juliet

    Thou know’st the mask of night is on my face,

    Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek

    For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night

    Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny

    What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!

    Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say ‘Ay,’

    And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear’st,

    Thou mayst prove false; at lovers’ perjuries

    Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,

    If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:

    Or if thou think’st I am too quickly won,

    I’ll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,

    So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.

    In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,

    And therefore thou mayst think my ‘havior light:

    But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true

    Than those that have more cunning to be strange.

    I should have been more strange, I must confess,

    But that thou overheard’st, ere I was ware,

    My true love’s passion: therefore pardon me,

    And not impute this yielding to light love,

    Which the dark night hath so discovered.

  • Romeo

    Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear

    That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops

  • Juliet

    O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,

    That monthly changes in her circled orb,

    Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

  • Romeo

    What shall I swear by?

  • Juliet

    Do not swear at all;

    Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,

    Which is the god of my idolatry,

    And I’ll believe thee.

  • Romeo

    If my heart’s dear love

  • Juliet

    Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,

    I have no joy of this contract to-night:

    It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;

    Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be

    Ere one can say ‘It lightens.’ Sweet, good night!

    This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,

    May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.

    Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest

    Come to thy heart as that within my breast!

  • Romeo

    O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

  • Juliet

    What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?

  • Romeo

    The exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.

  • Juliet

    I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:

    And yet I would it were to give again.

  • Romeo

    Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?

  • Juliet

    But to be frank, and give it thee again.

    And yet I wish but for the thing I have:

    My bounty is as boundless as the sea,

    My love as deep; the more I give to thee,

    The more I have, for both are infinite.

    Nurse calls within

    I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!

    Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.

    Stay but a little, I will come again.

    Exit, above

  • Romeo

    O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.

    Being in night, all this is but a dream,

    Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.

    Re-enter Juliet, above

  • Juliet

    Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.

    If that thy bent of love be honourable,

    Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,

    By one that I’ll procure to come to thee,

    Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;

    And all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay

    And follow thee my lord throughout the world.

  • Nurse

    Within

    Madam!

  • Juliet

    I come, anon. But if thou mean’st not well,

    I do beseech thee=

  • Nurse

    Within

    Madam!

  • Juliet

    By and by, I come:

    To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:

    To-morrow will I send.

  • Romeo

    So thrive my soul

  • Juliet

    A thousand times good night!

    Exit, above

  • Romeo

    A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.

    Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from

    their books,

    But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

    Retiring

    Re-enter Juliet, above

  • Juliet

    Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer’s voice,

    To lure this tassel-gentle back again!

    Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;

    Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,

    And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,

    With repetition of my Romeo’s name.

  • Romeo

    It is my soul that calls upon my name:

    How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night,

    Like softest music to attending ears!

  • Juliet

    Romeo!

  • Romeo

    My dear?

  • Juliet

    At what o’clock to-morrow

    Shall I send to thee?

  • Romeo

    At the hour of nine.

  • Juliet

    I will not fail: ‘tis twenty years till then.

    I have forgot why I did call thee back.

  • Romeo

    Let me stand here till thou remember it.

  • Juliet

    I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,

    Remembering how I love thy company.

  • Romeo

    And I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget,

    Forgetting any other home but this.

  • Juliet

    ‘Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:

    And yet no further than a wanton’s bird;

    Who lets it hop a little from her hand,

    Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,

    And with a silk thread plucks it back again,

    So loving-jealous of his liberty.

  • Romeo

    I would I were thy bird.

  • Juliet

    Sweet, so would I:

    Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.

    Good night, good night! parting is such

    sweet sorrow,

    That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

    Exit above

  • Romeo

    Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!

    Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!

    Hence will I to my ghostly father’s cell,

    His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.

    Exit

  • Friar Laurence

    The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,

    Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light,

    And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels

    From forth day’s path and Titan’s fiery wheels:

    Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,

    The day to cheer and night’s dank dew to dry,

    I must up-fill this osier cage of ours

    With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.

    The earth that’s nature’s mother is her tomb;

    What is her burying grave that is her womb,

    And from her womb children of divers kind

    We sucking on her natural bosom find,

    Many for many virtues excellent,

    None but for some and yet all different.

    O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies

    In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:

    For nought so vile that on the earth doth live

    But to the earth some special good doth give,

    Nor aught so good but strain’d from that fair use

    Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:

    Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;

    And vice sometimes by action dignified.

    Within the infant rind of this small flower

    Poison hath residence and medicine power:

    For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;

    Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.

    Two such opposed kings encamp them still

    In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will;

    And where the worser is predominant,

    Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.

    Enter Romeo
  • Romeo

    Good morrow, father.

  • Friar Laurence

    Benedicite!

    What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?

    Young son, it argues a distemper’d head

    So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:

    Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye,

    And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;

    But where unbruised youth with unstuff’d brain

    Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign:

    Therefore thy earliness doth me assure

    Thou art up-roused by some distemperature;

    Or if not so, then here I hit it right,

    Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.

  • Romeo

    That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine.

  • Friar Laurence

    God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline?

  • Romeo

    With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;

    I have forgot that name, and that name’s woe.

  • Friar Laurence

    That’s my good son: but where hast thou been, then?

  • Romeo

    I’ll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.

    I have been feasting with mine enemy,

    Where on a sudden one hath wounded me,

    That’s by me wounded: both our remedies

    Within thy help and holy physic lies:

    I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo,

    My intercession likewise steads my foe.

  • Friar Laurence

    Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;

    Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.

  • Romeo

    Then plainly know my heart’s dear love is set

    On the fair daughter of rich Capulet:

    As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;

    And all combined, save what thou must combine

    By holy marriage: when and where and how

    We met, we woo’d and made exchange of vow,

    I’ll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,

    That thou consent to marry us to-day.

  • Friar Laurence

    Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!

    Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,

    So soon forsaken? young men’s love then lies

    Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.

    Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine

    Hath wash’d thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!

    How much salt water thrown away in waste,

    To season love, that of it doth not taste!

    The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,

    Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;

    Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit

    Of an old tear that is not wash’d off yet:

    If e’er thou wast thyself and these woes thine,

    Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline:

    And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then,

    Women may fall, when there’s no strength in men.

  • Romeo

    Thou chid’st me oft for loving Rosaline.

  • Friar Laurence

    For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.

  • Romeo

    And bad’st me bury love.

  • Friar Laurence

    Not in a grave,

    To lay one in, another out to have.

  • Romeo

    I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now

    Doth grace for grace and love for love allow;

    The other did not so.

  • Friar Laurence

    O, she knew well

    Thy love did read by rote and could not spell.

    But come, young waverer, come, go with me,

    In one respect I’ll thy assistant be;

    For this alliance may so happy prove,

    To turn your households’ rancour to pure love.

  • Romeo

    O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.

  • Friar Laurence

    Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.

    Exeunt

  • Mercutio

    Where the devil should this Romeo be?

    Came he not home to-night?

  • Benvolio

    Not to his father’s; I spoke with his man.

  • Mercutio

    Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline.

    Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.

  • Benvolio

    Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,

    Hath sent a letter to his father’s house.

  • Mercutio

    A challenge, on my life.

  • Benvolio

    Romeo will answer it.

  • Mercutio

    Any man that can write may answer a letter.

  • Benvolio

    Nay, he will answer the letter’s master, how he

    dares, being dared.

  • Mercutio

    Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead; stabbed with a

    white wench’s black eye; shot through the ear with a

    love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the

    blind bow-boy’s butt-shaft: and is he a man to

    encounter Tybalt?

  • Benvolio

    Why, what is Tybalt?

  • Mercutio

    More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is

    the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as

    you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and

    proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and

    the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk

    button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the

    very first house, of the first and second cause:

    ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the

    hai!

  • Benvolio

    The what?

  • Mercutio

    The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting

    fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! ‘By Jesu,

    a very good blade! a very tall man! a very good

    whore!’ Why, is not this a lamentable thing,

    grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with

    these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these

    perdona-mi’s, who stand so much on the new form,

    that they cannot at ease on the old bench? O, their

    bones, their bones!

    Enter Romeo
  • Benvolio

    Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.

  • Mercutio

    Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh,

    how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers

    that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a

    kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to

    be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy;

    Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey

    eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior

    Romeo, bon jour! there’s a French salutation

    to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit

    fairly last night.

  • Romeo

    Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?

  • Mercutio

    The ship, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?

  • Romeo

    Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in

    such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.

  • Mercutio

    That’s as much as to say, such a case as yours

    constrains a man to bow in the hams.

  • Romeo

    Meaning, to court’sy.

  • Mercutio

    Thou hast most kindly hit it.

  • Romeo

    A most courteous exposition.

  • Mercutio

    Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.

  • Romeo

    Pink for flower.

  • Mercutio

    Right.

  • Romeo

    Why, then is my pump well flowered.

  • Mercutio

    Well said: follow me this jest now till thou hast

    worn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it

    is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular.

  • Romeo

    O single-soled jest, solely singular for the

    singleness.

  • Mercutio

    Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint.

  • Romeo

    Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I’ll cry a match.

  • Mercutio

    Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have

    done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of

    thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five:

    was I with you there for the goose?

  • Romeo

    Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast

    not there for the goose.

  • Mercutio

    I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.

  • Romeo

    Nay, good goose, bite not.

  • Mercutio

    Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most

    sharp sauce.

  • Romeo

    And is it not well served in to a sweet goose?

  • Mercutio

    O here’s a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an

    inch narrow to an ell broad!

  • Romeo

    I stretch it out for that word ‘broad;’ which added

    to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.

  • Mercutio

    Why, is not this better now than groaning for love?

    now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art

    thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:

    for this drivelling love is like a great natural,

    that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole.

  • Benvolio

    Stop there, stop there.

  • Mercutio

    Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.

  • Benvolio

    Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.

  • Mercutio

    O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short:

    for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and

    meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer.

  • Romeo

    Here’s goodly gear!

    Enter Nurse and Peter

  • Mercutio

    A sail, a sail!

  • Benvolio

    Two, two; a shirt and a smock.

  • Nurse

    Peter!

  • Peter

    Anon!

  • Nurse

    My fan, Peter.

  • Mercutio

    Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan’s the

    fairer face.

  • Nurse

    God ye good morrow, gentlemen.

  • Mercutio

    God ye good den, fair gentlewoman.

  • Nurse

    Is it good den?

  • Mercutio

    ‘Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the

    dial is now upon the prick of noon.

  • Nurse

    Out upon you! what a man are you!

  • Romeo

    One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to

    mar.

  • Nurse

    By my troth, it is well said; ‘for himself to mar,’

    quoth a’? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I

    may find the young Romeo?

  • Romeo

    I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when

    you have found him than he was when you sought him:

    I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.

  • Nurse

    You say well.

  • Mercutio

    Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i’ faith;

    wisely, wisely.

  • Nurse

    if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with

    you.

  • Benvolio

    She will indite him to some supper.

  • Mercutio

    A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! so ho!

  • Romeo

    What hast thou found?

  • Mercutio

    No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie,

    that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.

    Sings

    An old hare hoar,

    And an old hare hoar,

    Is very good meat in lent

    But a hare that is hoar

    Is too much for a score,

    When it hoars ere it be spent.

    Romeo, will you come to your father’s? we’ll

    to dinner, thither.

  • Romeo

    I will follow you.

  • Mercutio

    Farewell, ancient lady; farewell,

    Singing

    ‘lady, lady, lady.’

    Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio

  • Nurse

    Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucy

    merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?

  • Romeo

    A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk,

    and will speak more in a minute than he will stand

    to in a month.

  • Nurse

    An a’ speak any thing against me, I’ll take him

    down, an a’ were lustier than he is, and twenty such

    Jacks; and if I cannot, I’ll find those that shall.

    Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am

    none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by

    too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?

  • Peter

    I saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weapon

    should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare

    draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a

    good quarrel, and the law on my side.

  • Nurse

    Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about

    me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word:

    and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you

    out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself:

    but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into

    a fool’s paradise, as they say, it were a very gross

    kind of behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman

    is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double

    with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered

    to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.

  • Romeo

    Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I

    protest unto thee

  • Nurse

    Good heart, and, i’ faith, I will tell her as much:

    Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman.

  • Romeo

    What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me.

  • Nurse

    I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as

    I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.

  • Romeo

    Bid her devise

    Some means to come to shrift this afternoon;

    And there she shall at Friar Laurence’ cell

    Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains.

  • Nurse

    No truly sir; not a penny.

  • Romeo

    Go to; I say you shall.

  • Nurse

    This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there.

  • Romeo

    And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall:

    Within this hour my man shall be with thee

    And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair;

    Which to the high top-gallant of my joy

    Must be my convoy in the secret night.

    Farewell; be trusty, and I’ll quit thy pains:

    Farewell; commend me to thy mistress.

  • Nurse

    Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir.

  • Romeo

    What say’st thou, my dear nurse?

  • Nurse

    Is your man secret? Did you ne’er hear say,

    Two may keep counsel, putting one away?

  • Romeo

    I warrant thee, my man’s as true as steel.

  • Nurse

    Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady, Lord,

    Lord! when ‘twas a little prating thing: O, there

    is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain

    lay knife atree; but she, good soul, had as lief

    see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her

    sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer

    man; but, I’ll warrant you, when I say so, she looks

    as pale as any clout in the versal world. Doth not

    rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?

  • Romeo

    Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R.

  • Nurse

    Ah. mocker! that’s the dog’s name; R is for

    the No; I know it begins with some other

    letter: and she hath the prettiest sententious of

    it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good

    to hear it.

  • Romeo

    Commend me to thy lady.

  • Nurse

    Ay, a thousand times.

    Exit Romeo

    Peter!

  • Peter

    Anon!

  • Nurse

    Peter, take my fan, and go before and apace.

    Exeunt

  • Juliet

    The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;

    In half an hour she promised to return.

    Perchance she cannot meet him: that’s not so.

    O, she is lame! love’s heralds should be thoughts,

    Which ten times faster glide than the sun’s beams,

    Driving back shadows over louring hills:

    Therefore do nimble-pinion’d doves draw love,

    And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.

    Now is the sun upon the highmost hill

    Of this day’s journey, and from nine till twelve

    Is three long hours, yet she is not come.

    Had she affections and warm youthful blood,

    She would be as swift in motion as a ball;

    My words would bandy her to my sweet love,

    And his to me:

    But old folks, many feign as they were dead;

    Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.

    O God, she comes!

    Enter Nurse and Peter

    O honey nurse, what news?

    Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.

  • Nurse

    Peter, stay at the gate.

    Exit Peter

  • Juliet

    Now, good sweet nurse, O Lord, why look’st thou sad?

    Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;

    If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news

    By playing it to me with so sour a face.

  • Nurse

    I am a-weary, give me leave awhile:

    Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had!

  • Juliet

    I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news:

    Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak.

  • Nurse

    Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile?

    Do you not see that I am out of breath?

  • Juliet

    How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath

    To say to me that thou art out of breath?

    The excuse that thou dost make in this delay

    Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.

    Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that;

    Say either, and I’ll stay the circumstance:

    Let me be satisfied, is’t good or bad?

  • Nurse

    Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not

    how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his

    face be better than any man’s, yet his leg excels

    all men’s; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body,

    though they be not to be talked on, yet they are

    past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy,

    but, I’ll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy

    ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home?

  • Juliet

    No, no: but all this did I know before.

    What says he of our marriage? what of that?

  • Nurse

    Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I!

    It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.

    My back o’ t’ other side, O, my back, my back!

    Beshrew your heart for sending me about,

    To catch my death with jaunting up and down!

  • Juliet

    I’ faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.

    Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?

  • Nurse

    Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a

    courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I

    warrant, a virtuous, Where is your mother?

  • Juliet

    Where is my mother! why, she is within;

    Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest!

    ‘Your love says, like an honest gentleman,

    Where is your mother?’

  • Nurse

    O God’s lady dear!

    Are you so hot? marry, come up, I trow;

    Is this the poultice for my aching bones?

    Henceforward do your messages yourself.

  • Juliet

    Here’s such a coil! come, what says Romeo?

  • Nurse

    Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?

  • Juliet

    I have.

  • Nurse

    Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence’ cell;

    There stays a husband to make you a wife:

    Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,

    They’ll be in scarlet straight at any news.

    Hie you to church; I must another way,

    To fetch a ladder, by the which your love

    Must climb a bird’s nest soon when it is dark:

    I am the drudge and toil in your delight,

    But you shall bear the burden soon at night.

    Go; I’ll to dinner: hie you to the cell.

  • Juliet

    Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell.

    Exeunt

  • Friar Laurence

    So smile the heavens upon this holy act,

    That after hours with sorrow chide us not!

  • Romeo

    Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,

    It cannot countervail the exchange of joy

    That one short minute gives me in her sight:

    Do thou but close our hands with holy words,

    Then love-devouring death do what he dare;

    It is enough I may but call her mine.

  • Friar Laurence

    These violent delights have violent ends

    And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,

    Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey

    Is loathsome in his own deliciousness

    And in the taste confounds the appetite:

    Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;

    Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

    Enter Juliet

    Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot

    Will ne’er wear out the everlasting flint:

    A lover may bestride the gossamer

    That idles in the wanton summer air,

    And yet not fall; so light is vanity.

  • Juliet

    Good even to my ghostly confessor.

  • Friar Laurence

    Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.

  • Juliet

    As much to him, else is his thanks too much.

  • Romeo

    Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy

    Be heap’d like mine and that thy skill be more

    To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath

    This neighbour air, and let rich music’s tongue

    Unfold the imagined happiness that both

    Receive in either by this dear encounter.

  • Juliet

    Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,

    Brags of his substance, not of ornament:

    They are but beggars that can count their worth;

    But my true love is grown to such excess

    I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.

  • Friar Laurence

    Come, come with me, and we will make short work;

    For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone

    Till holy church incorporate two in one.

    Exeunt

  • Benvolio

    I pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire:

    The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,

    And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;

    For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.

  • Mercutio

    Thou art like one of those fellows that when he

    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 indeed there is no need.

  • Benvolio

    Am I like such a fellow?

  • Mercutio

    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.

  • Benvolio

    And what to?

  • Mercutio

    Nay, an there were two such, we should have 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 out such a quarrel?

    Thy head is as fun 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 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!

  • Benvolio

    An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man

    should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.

  • Mercutio

    The fee-simple! O simple!

  • Benvolio

    By my head, here come the Capulets.

  • Mercutio

    By my heel, I care not.

    Enter Tybalt and others

  • Tybalt

    Follow me close, for I will speak to them.

    Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.

  • Mercutio

    And but one word with one of us? couple it with

    something; make it a word and a blow.

  • Tybalt

    You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you

    will give me occasion.

  • Mercutio

    Could you not take some occasion without giving?

  • Tybalt

    Mercutio, thou consort’st with Romeo,

  • Mercutio

    Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an

    thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but

    discords: here’s my fiddlestick; here’s that shall

    make you dance. ‘Zounds, consort!

  • Benvolio

    We talk here in the public haunt of men:

    Either withdraw unto some private place,

    And reason coldly of your grievances,

    Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.

  • Mercutio

    Men’s eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;

    I will not budge for no man’s pleasure, I.

    Enter Romeo
  • Tybalt

    Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.

  • Mercutio

    But I’ll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery:

    Marry, go before to field, he’ll be your follower;

    Your worship in that sense may call him ‘man.’

  • Tybalt

    Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford

    No better term than this, thou art a villain.

  • Romeo

    Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee

    Doth much excuse the appertaining rage

    To such a greeting: villain am I none;

    Therefore farewell; I see thou know’st me not.

  • Tybalt

    Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries

    That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.

  • Romeo

    I do protest, I never injured thee,

    But love thee better than thou canst devise,

    Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:

    And so, good Capulet, which name I tender

    As dearly as my own, be satisfied.

  • Mercutio

    O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!

    Alla stoccata carries it away.

    Draws

    Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?

  • Tybalt

    What wouldst thou have with me?

  • Mercutio

    Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine

    lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you

    shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the

    eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher

    by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your

    ears ere it be out.

  • Tybalt

    I am for you.

    Drawing

  • Romeo

    Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

  • Mercutio

    Come, sir, your passado.

    They fight

  • Romeo

    Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.

    Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage!

    Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath

    Forbidden bandying in Verona streets:

    Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio!

    Tybalt under Romeo’s arm stabs Mercutio, and flies with his followers

  • Mercutio

    I am hurt.

    A plague o’ both your houses! I am sped.

    Is he gone, and hath nothing?

  • Benvolio

    What, art thou hurt?

  • Mercutio

    Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, ‘tis enough.

    Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

    Exit Page

  • Romeo

    Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.

  • Mercutio

    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 houses! ‘Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a

    cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a

    rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of

    arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I

    was hurt under your arm.

  • Romeo

    I thought all for the best.

  • Mercutio

    Help me into some house, Benvolio,

    Or I shall faint. A plague o’ both your houses!

    They have made worms’ meat of me: I have it,

    And soundly too: your houses!

    Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio

  • Romeo

    This gentleman, the prince’s near ally,

    My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt

    In my behalf; my reputation stain’d

    With Tybalt’s slander, Tybalt, that an hour

    Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet,

    Thy beauty hath made me effeminate

    And in my temper soften’d valour’s steel!

    Re-enter Benvolio

  • Benvolio

    O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio’s dead!

    That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,

    Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.

  • Romeo

    This day’s black fate on more days doth depend;

    This but begins the woe, others must end.

  • Benvolio

    Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.

  • Romeo

    Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!

    Away to heaven, respective lenity,

    And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!

    Re-enter Tybalt

    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.

  • Tybalt

    Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,

    Shalt with him hence.

  • Romeo

    This shall determine that.

    They fight; Tybalt falls

  • Benvolio

    Romeo, away, be gone!

    The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.

    Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death,

    If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!

  • Romeo

    O, I am fortune’s fool!

  • Benvolio

    Why dost thou stay?

    Exit Romeo

    Enter Citizens, & c

  • First Citizen

    Which way ran he that kill’d Mercutio?

    Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?

  • Benvolio

    There lies that Tybalt.

  • First Citizen

    Up, sir, go with me;

    I charge thee in the princes name, obey.

    Enter Prince, attended; Montague, Capulet, their Wives, and others

  • Prince

    Where are the vile beginners of this fray?

  • Benvolio

    O noble prince, I can discover all

    The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:

    There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,

    That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.

  • Lady Capulet

    Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother’s child!

    O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt

    O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,

    For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.

    O cousin, cousin!

  • Prince

    Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?

  • Benvolio

    Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo’s hand did slay;

    Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink

    How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal

    Your high displeasure: all this uttered

    With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow’d,

    Could not take truce with the unruly spleen

    Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts

    With piercing steel at bold Mercutio’s breast,

    Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point,

    And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats

    Cold death aside, and with the other sends

    It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity,

    Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,

    ‘Hold, friends! friends, part!’ and, swifter than

    his tongue,

    His agile arm beats down their fatal points,

    And ‘twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm

    An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life

    Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;

    But by and by comes back to Romeo,

    Who had but newly entertain’d revenge,

    And to ‘t they go like lightning, for, ere I

    Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain.

    And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.

    This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.

  • Lady Capulet

    He is a kinsman to the Montague;

    Affection makes him false; he speaks not true:

    Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,

    And all those twenty could but kill one life.

    I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;

    Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.

  • Prince

    Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;

    Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?

  • Montague

    Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio’s friend;

    His fault concludes but what the law should end,

    The life of Tybalt.

  • Prince

    And for that offence

    Immediately we do exile him hence:

    I have an interest in your hate’s proceeding,

    My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;

    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;

    Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses:

    Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste,

    Else, when he’s found, that hour is his last.

    Bear hence this body and attend our will:

    Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

    Exeunt

  • Juliet

    Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,

    Towards Phoebus’ lodging: such a wagoner

    As Phaethon would whip you to the west,

    And bring in cloudy night immediately.

    Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,

    That runaway’s eyes may wink and Romeo

    Leap to these arms, untalk’d of and unseen.

    Lovers can see to do their amorous rites

    By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,

    It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,

    Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,

    And learn me how to lose a winning match,

    Play’d for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:

    Hood my unmann’d blood, bating in my cheeks,

    With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold,

    Think true love acted simple modesty.

    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.

    Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow’d night,

    Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,

    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

    And pay no worship to the garish sun.

    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

    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

    Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords

    That Romeo bid thee fetch?

  • Nurse

    Ay, ay, the cords.

    Throws them down

  • Juliet

    Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?

  • Nurse

    Ah, well-a-day! he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead!

    We are undone, lady, we are undone!

    Alack the day! he’s gone, he’s kill’d, he’s dead!

  • Juliet

    Can heaven be so envious?

  • Nurse

    Romeo can,

    Though heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo!

    Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!

  • Juliet

    What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?

    This torture should be roar’d in dismal hell.

    Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but ‘I,’

    And that bare vowel ‘I’ shall poison more

    Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice:

    I am not I, if there be such an I;

    Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer ‘I.’

    If he be slain, say ‘I’; or if not, no:

    Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe.

  • 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,

    All in gore-blood; I swounded at the sight.

  • Juliet

    O, break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once!

    To prison, eyes, ne’er look on liberty!

    Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here;

    And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!

  • Nurse

    O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!

    O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!

    That ever I should live to see thee dead!

  • Juliet

    What storm is this that blows so contrary?

    Is Romeo slaughter’d, and is Tybalt dead?

    My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord?

    Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!

    For who is living, if those two are gone?

  • Nurse

    Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;

    Romeo that kill’d him, he is banished.

  • Juliet

    O God! did Romeo’s hand shed Tybalt’s blood?

  • Nurse

    It did, it did; alas the day, it did!

  • Juliet

    O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!

    Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?

    Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!

    Dove-feather’d raven! wolvish-ravening lamb!

    Despised substance of divinest show!

    Just opposite to what thou justly seem’st,

    A damned saint, an honourable villain!

    O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell,

    When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend

    In moral 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,

    No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured,

    All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

    Ah, where’s my man? give me some aqua vitae:

    These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.

    Shame come to Romeo!

  • Juliet

    Blister’d be thy tongue

    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!

  • Nurse

    Will you speak well of him that kill’d your cousin?

  • Juliet

    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?

    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.

    My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain;

    And Tybalt’s dead, that would have slain my husband:

    All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?

    Some word there was, worser than Tybalt’s death,

    That murder’d me: I would forget it fain;

    But, O, it presses to my memory,

    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:

    Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship

    And needly will be rank’d with other griefs,

    Why follow’d not, when she said ‘Tybalt’s dead,’

    Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,

    Which modern lamentations might have moved?

    But with a rear-ward following Tybalt’s death,

    ‘Romeo is banished,’ to speak that word,

    Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,

    All slain, all dead. ‘Romeo is banished!’

    There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,

    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:

    Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.

  • Juliet

    Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent,

    When theirs are dry, for Romeo’s banishment.

    Take up those cords: poor ropes, you are beguiled,

    Both you and I; for Romeo is exiled:

    He made you for a highway to my bed;

    But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.

    Come, cords, come, nurse; I’ll to my wedding-bed;

    And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!

  • 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:

    I’ll to him; he is hid at Laurence’ cell.

  • Juliet

    O, find him! give this ring to my true knight,

    And bid him come to take his last farewell.

    Exeunt

  • Friar Laurence

    Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man:

    Affliction is enamour’d of thy parts,

    And thou art wedded to calamity.

    Enter Romeo
  • Romeo

    Father, what news? what is the prince’s doom?

    What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,

    That I yet know not?

  • Friar Laurence

    Too familiar

    Is my dear son with such sour company:

    I bring thee tidings of the prince’s doom.

  • Romeo

    What less than dooms-day is the prince’s doom?

  • Friar Laurence

    A gentler judgment vanish’d from his lips,

    Not body’s death, but body’s banishment.

  • Romeo

    Ha, banishment! be merciful, say ‘death;’

    For exile hath more terror in his look,

    Much more than death: do not say ‘banishment.’

  • Friar Laurence

    Hence from Verona art thou banished:

    Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

  • Romeo

    There is no world without Verona walls,

    But purgatory, torture, hell itself.

    Hence-banished is banish’d from the world,

    And world’s exile is death: then banished,

    Is death mis-term’d: calling death banishment,

    Thou cutt’st my head off with a golden axe,

    And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.

  • Friar Laurence

    O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!

    Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince,

    Taking thy part, hath rush’d aside the law,

    And turn’d that black word death to banishment:

    This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.

  • Romeo

    ‘Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,

    Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog

    And little mouse, every unworthy thing,

    Live here in heaven and may look on her;

    But Romeo may not: more validity,

    More honourable state, more courtship lives

    In carrion-flies than Romeo: they my seize

    On the white wonder of dear Juliet’s hand

    And steal immortal blessing from her lips,

    Who even in pure and vestal modesty,

    Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;

    But Romeo may not; he is banished:

    Flies may do this, but I from this must fly:

    They are free men, but I am banished.

    And say’st thou yet that exile is not death?

    Hadst thou no poison mix’d, no sharp-ground knife,

    No sudden mean of death, though ne’er so mean,

    But ‘banished’ to kill me? ‘banished’?

    O friar, the damned use that word in hell;

    Howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart,

    Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,

    A sin-absolver, and my friend profess’d,

    To mangle me with that word ‘banished’?

  • Friar Laurence

    Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.

  • Romeo

    O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.

  • Friar Laurence

    I’ll give thee armour to keep off that word:

    Adversity’s sweet milk, philosophy,

    To comfort thee, though thou art banished.

  • Romeo

    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.

  • Friar Laurence

    O, then I see that madmen have no ears.

  • Romeo

    How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?

  • Friar Laurence

    Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.

  • Romeo

    Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:

    Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,

    An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,

    Doting like me and like me banished,

    Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,

    And fall upon the ground, as I do now,

    Taking the measure of an unmade grave.

    Knocking within

  • Friar Laurence

    Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.

  • Romeo

    Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans,

    Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes.

    Knocking

  • Friar Laurence

    Hark, how they knock! Who’s there? Romeo, arise;

    Thou wilt be taken. Stay awhile! Stand up;

    Knocking

    Run to my study. By and by! God’s will,

    What simpleness is this! I come, I come!

    Knocking

    Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what’s your will?

  • Nurse

    Within

    Let me come in, and you shall know

    my errand;

    I come from Lady Juliet.

  • Friar Laurence

    Welcome, then.

    Enter Nurse
  • Nurse

    O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,

    Where is my lady’s lord, where’s Romeo?

  • Friar Laurence

    There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.

  • Nurse

    O, he is even in my mistress’ case,

    Just in her case! O woful sympathy!

    Piteous predicament! Even so lies she,

    Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.

    Stand up, stand up; stand, and you be a man:

    For Juliet’s sake, for her sake, rise and stand;

    Why should you fall into so deep an O?

  • Romeo

    Nurse!

  • Nurse

    Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death’s the end of all.

  • Romeo

    Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her?

    Doth she not think me an old murderer,

    Now I have stain’d the childhood of our joy

    With blood removed but little from her own?

    Where is she? and how doth she? and what says

    My conceal’d lady to our cancell’d love?

  • Nurse

    O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;

    And now falls on her bed; and then starts up,

    And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,

    And then down falls again.

  • Romeo

    As if that name,

    Shot from the deadly level of a gun,

    Did murder her; as that name’s cursed hand

    Murder’d her kinsman. O, tell me, friar, tell me,

    In what vile part of this anatomy

    Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack

    The hateful mansion.

    Drawing his sword

  • Friar Laurence

    Hold thy desperate hand:

    Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art:

    Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote

    The unreasonable fury of a beast:

    Unseemly woman in a seeming man!

    Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!

    Thou hast amazed me: by my holy order,

    I thought thy disposition better temper’d.

    Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?

    And stay thy lady too that lives in thee,

    By doing damned hate upon thyself?

    Why rail’st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth?

    Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet

    In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose.

    Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit;

    Which, like a usurer, abound’st in all,

    And usest none in that true use indeed

    Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit:

    Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,

    Digressing from the valour of a man;

    Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury,

    Killing that love which thou hast vow’d to cherish;

    Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,

    Misshapen in the conduct of them both,

    Like powder in a skitless soldier’s flask,

    Is set afire by thine own ignorance,

    And thou dismember’d with thine own defence.

    What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,

    For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;

    There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,

    But thou slew’st Tybalt; there are thou happy too:

    The law that threaten’d death becomes thy friend

    And turns it to exile; there art thou happy:

    A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back;

    Happiness courts thee in her best array;

    But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,

    Thou pout’st upon thy fortune and thy love:

    Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.

    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

    To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,

    Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back

    With twenty hundred thousand times more joy

    Than thou went’st forth in lamentation.

    Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady;

    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

    To hear good counsel: O, what learning is!

    My lord, I’ll tell my lady you will come.

  • Romeo

    Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.

  • Nurse

    Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir:

    Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.

    Exit

  • Romeo

    How well my comfort is revived by this!

  • Friar Laurence

    Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state:

    Either be gone before the watch be set,

    Or by the break of day disguised from hence:

    Sojourn in Mantua; I’ll find out your man,

    And he shall signify from time to time

    Every good hap to you that chances here:

    Give me thy hand; ‘tis late: farewell; good night.

  • Romeo

    But that a joy past joy calls out on me,

    It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell.

    Exeunt

  • Capulet

    Things have fall’n out, sir, so unluckily,

    That we have had no time to move our daughter:

    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:

    I promise you, but for your company,

    I would have been a-bed an hour ago.

  • Paris

    These times of woe afford no time to woo.

    Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.

  • Lady Capulet

    I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;

    To-night she is mew’d up to her heaviness.

  • Capulet

    Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender

    Of my child’s love: I think she will be ruled

    In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not.

    Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;

    Acquaint her here of my son Paris’ love;

    And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next

    But, soft! what day is this?

  • Paris

    Monday, my lord,

  • Capulet

    Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon,

    O’ Thursday let it be: o’ Thursday, tell her,

    She shall be married to this noble earl.

    Will you be ready? do you like this haste?

    We’ll keep no great ado, a friend or two;

    For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,

    It may be thought we held him carelessly,

    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?

  • Paris

    My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.

  • Capulet

    Well get you gone: o’ Thursday be it, then.

    Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,

    Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.

    Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho!

    Afore me! it is so very very late,

    That we may call it early by and by.

    Good night.

    Exeunt

  • Juliet

    Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:

    It was the nightingale, and not the lark,

    That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;

    Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:

    Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

  • Romeo

    It was the lark, the herald of the morn,

    No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks

    Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:

    Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day

    Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.

    I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

  • Juliet

    Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I:

    It is some meteor that the sun exhales,

    To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,

    And light thee on thy way to Mantua:

    Therefore stay yet; thou need’st not to be gone.

  • Romeo

    Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death;

    I am content, so thou wilt have it so.

    I’ll say yon grey is not the morning’s eye,

    ‘Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia’s brow;

    Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat

    The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:

    I have more care to stay than will to go:

    Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.

    How is’t, my soul? let’s talk; it is not day.

  • Juliet

    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:

    Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes,

    O, now I would they had changed voices too!

    Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,

    Hunting thee hence with hunt’s-up to the day,

    O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.

  • Romeo

    More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!

    Enter Nurse, to the chamber

  • Nurse

    Madam!

  • Juliet

    Nurse?

  • Nurse

    Your lady mother is coming to your chamber:

    The day is broke; be wary, look about.

    Exit

  • Juliet

    Then, window, let day in, and let life out.

  • Romeo

    Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I’ll descend.

    He goeth down

  • Juliet

    Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend!

    I must hear from thee every day in the hour,

    For in a minute there are many days:

    O, by this count I shall be much in years

    Ere I again behold my Romeo!

  • Romeo

    Farewell!

    I will omit no opportunity

    That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.

  • Juliet

    O think’st thou we shall ever meet again?

  • Romeo

    I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve

    For sweet discourses in our time to come.

  • Juliet

    O God, I have an ill-divining soul!

    Methinks I see thee, now thou art below,

    As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:

    Either my eyesight fails, or thou look’st pale.

  • Romeo

    And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:

    Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!

    Exit

  • Juliet

    O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:

    If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him.

    That is renown’d for faith? Be fickle, fortune;

    For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,

    But send him back.

  • Lady Capulet

    [Within]Ho, daughter! are you up?

  • Juliet

    Who is’t that calls? is it my lady mother?

    Is she not down so late, or up so early?

    What unaccustom’d cause procures her hither?

    Enter Lady Capulet

  • Lady Capulet

    Why, how now, Juliet!

  • Juliet

    Madam, I am not well.

  • Lady Capulet

    Evermore weeping for your cousin’s death?

    What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?

    An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;

    Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of love;

    But much of grief shows still some want of wit.

  • Juliet

    Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.

  • Lady Capulet

    So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend

    Which you weep for.

  • Juliet

    Feeling so the loss,

    Cannot choose but ever weep the friend.

  • Lady Capulet

    Well, girl, thou weep’st not so much for his death,

    As that the villain lives which slaughter’d him.

  • Juliet

    What villain madam?

  • Lady Capulet

    That same villain, Romeo.

  • Juliet

    Aside

    Villain and he be many miles asunder.

    God Pardon him! I do, with all my heart;

    And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.

  • Lady Capulet

    That is, because the traitor murderer lives.

  • Juliet

    Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands:

    Would none but I might venge my cousin’s death!

  • Lady Capulet

    We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:

    Then weep no more. I’ll send to one in Mantua,

    Where that same banish’d runagate doth live,

    Shall give him such an unaccustom’d dram,

    That he shall soon keep Tybalt company:

    And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.

  • Juliet

    Indeed, I never shall be satisfied

    With Romeo, till I behold him dead

    Is my poor heart for a kinsman vex’d.

    Madam, if you could find out but a man

    To bear a poison, I would temper it;

    That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,

    Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors

    To hear him named, and cannot come to him.

    To wreak the love I bore my cousin

    Upon his body that slaughter’d him!

  • Lady Capulet

    Find thou the means, and I’ll find such a man.

    But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.

  • Juliet

    And joy comes well in such a needy time:

    What are they, I beseech your ladyship?

  • Lady Capulet

    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.

  • Juliet

    Madam, in happy time, what day is that?

  • Lady Capulet

    Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,

    The gallant, young and noble gentleman,

    The County Paris, at Saint Peter’s Church,

    Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.

  • Juliet

    Now, by Saint Peter’s Church and Peter too,

    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.

    I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,

    I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear,

    It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,

    Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!

  • Lady Capulet

    Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,

    And see how he will take it at your hands.

    Enter Capulet and Nurse

  • Capulet

    When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;

    But for the sunset of my brother’s son

    It rains downright.

    How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears?

    Evermore showering? In one little body

    Thou counterfeit’st a bark, a sea, a wind;

    For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,

    Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,

    Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;

    Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,

    Without a sudden calm, will overset

    Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife!

    Have you deliver’d to her our decree?

  • Lady Capulet

    Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.

    I would the fool were married to her grave!

  • Capulet

    Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife.

    How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?

    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?

  • Juliet

    Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you have:

    Proud can I never be of what I hate;

    But thankful even for hate, that is meant love.

  • Capulet

    How now, how now, chop-logic! What is this?

    ‘Proud,’ and ‘I thank you,’ and ‘I thank you not;’

    And yet ‘not proud,’ mistress minion, you,

    Thank me no thankings, nor, proud me no prouds,

    But fettle your fine joints ‘gainst Thursday next,

    To go with Paris to Saint Peter’s Church,

    Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.

    Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage!

    You tallow-face!

  • Lady Capulet

    Fie, fie! what, are you mad?

  • Juliet

    Good father, I beseech you on my knees,

    Hear me with patience but to speak a word.

  • Capulet

    Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!

    I tell thee what: get thee to church o’ Thursday,

    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

    That God had lent us but this only child;

    But now I see this one is one too much,

    And that we have a curse in having her:

    Out on her, hilding!

  • Nurse

    God in heaven bless her!

    You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.

  • Capulet

    And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,

    Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.

  • Nurse

    I speak no treason.

  • Capulet

    O, God ye god-den.

  • Nurse

    May not one speak?

  • Capulet

    Peace, you mumbling fool!

    Utter your gravity o’er a gossip’s bowl;

    For here we need it not.

  • Lady Capulet

    You are too hot.

  • Capulet

    God’s bread! it makes me mad:

    Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,

    Alone, in company, still my care hath been

    To have her match’d: and having now provided

    A gentleman of noble parentage,

    Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train’d,

    Stuff’d, as they say, with honourable parts,

    Proportion’d as one’s thought would wish a man;

    And then to have a wretched puling fool,

    A whining mammet, in her fortune’s tender,

    To answer ‘I’ll not wed; I cannot love,

    I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.’

    But, as you will not wed, I’ll pardon you:

    Graze where you will you shall not house with me:

    Look to’t, think on’t, I do not use to jest.

    Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise:

    An you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend;

    And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in

    the streets,

    For, by my soul, I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee,

    Nor what is mine shall never do thee good:

    Trust to’t, bethink you; I’ll not be forsworn.

    Exit

  • Juliet

    Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,

    That sees into the bottom of my grief?

    O, sweet my mother, cast me not away!

    Delay this marriage for a month, a week;

    Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed

    In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.

  • Lady Capulet

    Talk not to me, for I’ll not speak a word:

    Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.

    Exit

  • Juliet

    O God!O nurse, how shall this be prevented?

    My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;

    How shall that faith return again to earth,

    Unless that husband send it me from heaven

    By leaving earth? comfort me, counsel me.

    Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems

    Upon so soft a subject as myself!

    What say’st thou? hast thou not a word of joy?

    Some comfort, nurse.

  • Nurse

    Faith, here it is.

    Romeo is banish’d; and all the world to nothing,

    That he dares ne’er come back to challenge you;

    Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.

    Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,

    I think it best you married with the county.

    O, he’s a lovely gentleman!

    Romeo’s a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam,

    Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye

    As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,

    I think you are happy in this second match,

    For it excels your first: or if it did not,

    Your first is dead; or ‘twere as good he were,

    As living here and you no use of him.

  • Juliet

    Speakest thou from thy heart?

  • Nurse

    And from my soul too;

    Or else beshrew them both.

  • Juliet

    Amen!

  • Nurse

    What?

  • Juliet

    Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.

    Go in: and tell my lady I am gone,

    Having displeased my father, to Laurence’ cell,

    To make confession and to be absolved.

  • Nurse

    Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.

    Exit

  • Juliet

    Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!

    Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,

    Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue

    Which she hath praised him with above compare

    So many thousand times? Go, counsellor;

    Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.

    I’ll to the friar, to know his remedy:

    If all else fail, myself have power to die.

    Exit

  • Friar Laurence

    On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.

  • Paris

    My father Capulet will have it so;

    And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.

  • Friar Laurence

    You say you do not know the lady’s mind:

    Uneven is the course, I like it not.

  • Paris

    Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death,

    And therefore have I little talk’d of love;

    For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.

    Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous

    That she doth give her sorrow so much sway,

    And in his wisdom hastes our marriage,

    To stop the inundation of her tears;

    Which, too much minded by herself alone,

    May be put from her by society:

    Now do you know the reason of this haste.

  • Friar Laurence

    Aside

    I would I knew not why it should be slow’d.

    Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.

    Enter Juliet
  • Paris

    Happily met, my lady and my wife!

  • Juliet

    That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.

  • Paris

    That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.

  • Juliet

    What must be shall be.

  • Friar Laurence

    That’s a certain text.

  • Paris

    Come you to make confession to this father?

  • Juliet

    To answer that, I should confess to you.

  • Paris

    Do not deny to him that you love me.

  • Juliet

    I will confess to you that I love him.

  • Paris

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

  • Juliet

    If I do so, it will be of more price,

    Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.

  • Paris

    Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.

  • Juliet

    The tears have got small victory by that;

    For it was bad enough before their spite.

  • Paris

    Thou wrong’st it, more than tears, with that report.

  • Juliet

    That is no slander, sir, which is a truth;

    And what I spake, I spake it to my face.

  • Paris

    Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander’d it.

  • Juliet

    It may be so, for it is not mine own.

    Are you at leisure, holy father, now;

    Or shall I come to you at evening mass?

  • Friar Laurence

    My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.

    My lord, we must entreat the time alone.

  • Paris

    God shield I should disturb devotion!

    Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye:

    Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.

    Exit

  • Juliet

    O shut the door! and when thou hast done so,

    Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!

  • Friar Laurence

    Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;

    It strains me past the compass of my wits:

    I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,

    On Thursday next be married to this county.

  • Juliet

    Tell me not, friar, that thou hear’st of this,

    Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:

    If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,

    Do thou but call my resolution wise,

    And with this knife I’ll help it presently.

    God join’d my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands;

    And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal’d,

    Shall be the label to another deed,

    Or my true heart with treacherous revolt

    Turn to another, this shall slay them both:

    Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time,

    Give me some present counsel, or, behold,

    ‘Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife

    Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that

    Which the commission of thy years and art

    Could to no issue of true honour bring.

    Be not so long to speak; I long to die,

    If what thou speak’st speak not of remedy.

  • Friar Laurence

    Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope,

    Which craves as desperate an execution.

    As that is desperate which we would prevent.

    If, rather than to marry County Paris,

    Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,

    Then is it likely thou wilt undertake

    A thing like death to chide away this shame,

    That copest with death himself to scape from it:

    And, if thou darest, I’ll give thee remedy.

  • Juliet

    O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,

    From off the battlements of yonder tower;

    Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk

    Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;

    Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,

    O’er-cover’d quite with dead men’s rattling bones,

    With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;

    Or bid me go into a new-made grave

    And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;

    Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;

    And I will do it without fear or doubt,

    To live an unstain’d wife to my sweet love.

  • Friar Laurence

    Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent

    To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow:

    To-morrow night look that thou lie alone;

    Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:

    Take thou this vial, being then in bed,

    And this distilled liquor drink thou off;

    When presently through all thy veins shall run

    A cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse

    Shall keep his native progress, but surcease:

    No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest;

    The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade

    To paly ashes, thy eyes’ windows fall,

    Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;

    Each part, deprived of supple government,

    Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death:

    And in this borrow’d likeness of shrunk death

    Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,

    And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.

    Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes

    To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:

    Then, as the manner of our country is,

    In thy best robes uncover’d on the bier

    Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault

    Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.

    In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,

    Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,

    And hither shall he come: and he and I

    Will watch thy waking, and that very night

    Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.

    And this shall free thee from this present shame;

    If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,

    Abate thy valour in the acting it.

  • Juliet

    Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!

  • Friar Laurence

    Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous

    In this resolve: I’ll send a friar with speed

    To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.

  • Juliet

    Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.

    Farewell, dear father!

    Exeunt

  • Capulet

    So many guests invite as here are writ.

    Exit First Servant

    Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.

  • Second Servant

    You shall have none ill, sir; for I’ll try if they

    can lick their fingers.

  • Capulet

    How canst thou try them so?

  • Second Servant

    Marry, sir, ‘tis an ill cook that cannot lick his

    own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his

    fingers goes not with me.

  • Capulet

    Go, be gone.

    Exit Second Servant

    We shall be much unfurnished for this time.

    What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?

  • Nurse

    Ay, forsooth.

  • Capulet

    Well, he may chance to do some good on her:

    A peevish self-will’d harlotry it is.

  • Nurse

    See where she comes from shrift with merry look.

    Enter Juliet
  • Capulet

    How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?

  • Juliet

    Where I have learn’d me to repent the sin

    Of disobedient opposition

    To you and your behests, and am enjoin’d

    By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,

    And beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you!

    Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.

  • Capulet

    Send for the county; go tell him of this:

    I’ll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.

  • Juliet

    I met the youthful lord at Laurence’ cell;

    And gave him what becomed love I might,

    Not step o’er the bounds of modesty.

  • Capulet

    Why, I am glad on’t; this is well: stand up:

    This is as’t should be. Let me see the county;

    Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.

    Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar,

    Our whole city is much bound to him.

  • Juliet

    Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,

    To help me sort such needful ornaments

    As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?

  • Lady Capulet

    No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.

  • Capulet

    Go, nurse, go with her: we’ll to church to-morrow.

    Exeunt Juliet and Nurse

  • Lady Capulet

    We shall be short in our provision:

    ‘Tis now near night.

  • Capulet

    Tush, I will stir about,

    And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife:

    Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her;

    I’ll not to bed to-night; let me alone;

    I’ll play the housewife for this once. What, ho!

    They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself

    To County Paris, to prepare him up

    Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light,

    Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim’d.

    Exeunt

  • Juliet

    Ay, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse,

    I pray thee, leave me to my self to-night,

    For I have need of many orisons

    To move the heavens to smile upon my state,

    Which, well thou know’st, is cross, and full of sin.

    Enter Lady Capulet

  • Lady Capulet

    What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?

  • Juliet

    No, madam; we have cull’d such necessaries

    As are behoveful for our state to-morrow:

    So please you, let me now be left alone,

    And let the nurse this night sit up with you;

    For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,

    In this so sudden business.

  • Lady Capulet

    Good night:

    Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.

    Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse

  • Juliet

    Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.

    I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,

    That almost freezes up the heat of life:

    I’ll call them back again to comfort me:

    Nurse! What should she do here?

    My dismal scene I needs must act alone.

    Come, vial.

    What if this mixture do not work at all?

    Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?

    No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there.

    Laying down her dagger

    What if it be a poison, which the friar

    Subtly hath minister’d to have me dead,

    Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour’d,

    Because he married me before to Romeo?

    I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not,

    For he hath still been tried a holy man.

    How if, when I am laid into the tomb,

    I wake before the time that Romeo

    Come to redeem me? there’s a fearful point!

    Shall I not, then, be stifled in the vault,

    To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,

    And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?

    Or, if I live, is it not very like,

    The horrible conceit of death and night,

    Together with the terror of the place,

    As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,

    Where, for these many hundred years, the bones

    Of all my buried ancestors are packed:

    Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,

    Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,

    At some hours in the night spirits resort;

    Alack, alack, is it not like that I,

    So early waking, what with loathsome smells,

    And shrieks like mandrakes’ torn out of the earth,

    That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:

    O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,

    Environed with all these hideous fears?

    And madly play with my forefather’s joints?

    And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?

    And, in this rage, with some great kinsman’s bone,

    As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?

    O, look! methinks I see my cousin’s ghost

    Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body

    Upon a rapier’s point: stay, Tybalt, stay!

    Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.

    She falls upon her bed, within the curtains

  • Lady Capulet

    Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.

  • Nurse

    They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.

    Enter Capulet
  • Capulet

    Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow’d,

    The curfew-bell hath rung, ‘tis three o’clock:

    Look to the baked meats, good Angelica:

    Spare not for the cost.

  • Nurse

    Go, you cot-quean, go,

    Get you to bed; faith, You’ll be sick to-morrow

    For this night’s watching.

  • Capulet

    No, not a whit: what! I have watch’d ere now

    All night for lesser cause, and ne’er been sick.

  • Lady Capulet

    Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;

    But I will watch you from such watching now.

    Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse

  • Capulet

    A jealous hood, a jealous hood!

    Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets

    Now, fellow,

    What’s there?

  • First Servant

    Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.

  • Capulet

    Make haste, make haste.

    Exit First Servant

    Sirrah, fetch drier logs:

    Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.

  • Second Servant

    I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,

    And never trouble Peter for the matter.

    Exit

  • Capulet

    Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!

    Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, ‘tis day:

    The county will be here with music straight,

    For so he said he would: I hear him near.

    Music within

    Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say!

    Re-enter Nurse

    Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up;

    I’ll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste,

    Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already:

    Make haste, I say.

    Exeunt

  • Nurse

    Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:

    Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed!

    Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride!

    What, not a word? you take your pennyworths now;

    Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,

    The County Paris hath set up his rest,

    That you shall rest but little. God forgive me,

    Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep!

    I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam!

    Ay, let the county take you in your bed;

    He’ll fright you up, i’ faith. Will it not be?

    Undraws the curtains

    What, dress’d! and in your clothes! and down again!

    I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady!

    Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady’s dead!

    O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!

    Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! my lady!

    Enter Lady Capulet

  • Lady Capulet

    What noise is here?

  • Nurse

    O lamentable day!

  • Lady Capulet

    What is the matter?

  • Nurse

    Look, look! O heavy day!

  • Lady Capulet

    O me, O me! My child, my only life,

    Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!

    Help, help! Call help.

    Enter Capulet
  • Capulet

    For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.

  • Nurse

    She’s dead, deceased, she’s dead; alack the day!

  • Lady Capulet

    Alack the day, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead!

  • Capulet

    Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she’s cold:

    Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;

    Life and these lips have long been separated:

    Death lies on her like an untimely frost

    Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

  • Nurse

    O lamentable day!

  • Lady Capulet

                  O woful time!
  • Capulet

    Death, that hath ta’en her hence to make me wail,

    Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.

    Enter Friar Laurence and Paris, with Musicians

  • Friar Laurence

    Come, is the bride ready to go to church?

  • Capulet

    Ready to go, but never to return.

    O son! the night before thy wedding-day

    Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies,

    Flower as she was, deflowered by him.

    Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;

    My daughter he hath wedded: I will die,

    And leave him all; life, living, all is Death’s.

  • Paris

    Have I thought long to see this morning’s face,

    And doth it give me such a sight as this?

  • Lady Capulet

    Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!

    Most miserable hour that e’er time saw

    In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!

    But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,

    But one thing to rejoice and solace in,

    And cruel death hath catch’d it from my sight!

  • Nurse

    O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!

    Most lamentable day, most woful day,

    That ever, ever, I did yet behold!

    O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!

    Never was seen so black a day as this:

    O woful day, O woful day!

  • Paris

    Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!

    Most detestable death, by thee beguil’d,

    By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!

    O love! O life! not life, but love in death!

  • Capulet

    Despised, distressed, hated, martyr’d, kill’d!

    Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now

    To murder, murder our solemnity?

    O child! O child! my soul, and not my child!

    Dead art thou! Alack! my child is dead;

    And with my child my joys are buried.

  • Friar Laurence

    Peace, ho, for shame! confusion’s cure lives not

    In these confusions. Heaven and yourself

    Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,

    And all the better is it for the maid:

    Your part in her you could not keep from death,

    But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.

    The most you sought was her promotion;

    For ‘twas your heaven she should be advanced:

    And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced

    Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?

    O, in this love, you love your child so ill,

    That you run mad, seeing that she is well:

    She’s not well married that lives married long;

    But she’s best married that dies married young.

    Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary

    On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,

    In all her best array bear her to church:

    For though fond nature bids us an lament,

    Yet nature’s tears are reason’s merriment.

  • Capulet

    All things that we ordained festival,

    Turn from their office to black funeral;

    Our instruments to melancholy bells,

    Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,

    Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,

    Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,

    And all things change them to the contrary.

  • Friar Laurence

    Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him;

    And go, Sir Paris; every one prepare

    To follow this fair corse unto her grave:

    The heavens do lour upon you for some ill;

    Move them no more by crossing their high will.

    Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris, and Friar Laurence

  • First Musician

    Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.

  • Nurse

    Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up;

    For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.

    Exit

  • First Musician

    Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.

    Enter Peter
  • Peter

    Musicians, O, musicians, ‘Heart’s ease, Heart’s

    ease:’ O, an you will have me live, play ‘Heart’s ease.’

  • First Musician

    Why ‘Heart’s ease?’

  • Peter

    O, musicians, because my heart itself plays ‘My

    heart is full of woe:’ O, play me some merry dump,

    to comfort me.

  • First Musician

    Not a dump we; ‘tis no time to play now.

  • Peter

    You will not, then?

  • First Musician

    No.

  • Peter

    I will then give it you soundly.

  • First Musician

    What will you give us?

  • Peter

    No money, on my faith, but the gleek;

    I will give you the minstrel.

  • First Musician

    Then I will give you the serving-creature.

  • Peter

    Then will I lay the serving-creature’s dagger on

    your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I’ll re you,

    I’ll fa you; do you note me?

  • First Musician

    An you re us and fa us, you note us.

  • Second Musician

    Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.

  • Peter

    Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you

    with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer

    me like men:

    ‘When griping grief the heart doth wound,

    And doleful dumps the mind oppress,

    Then music with her silver sound’

    why ‘silver sound’? why ‘music with her silver

    sound’? What say you, Simon Catling?

  • Musician

    Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.

  • Peter

    Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck?

  • Second Musician

    I say ‘silver sound,’ because musicians sound for silver.

  • Peter

    Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost?

  • Third Musician

    Faith, I know not what to say.

  • Peter

    O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say

    for you. It is ‘music with her silver sound,’

    because musicians have no gold for sounding:

    ‘Then music with her silver sound

    With speedy help doth lend redress.’

    Exit

  • First Musician

    What a pestilent knave is this same!

  • Second Musician

    Hang him, Jack! Come, we’ll in here; tarry for the

    mourners, and stay dinner.

    Exeunt

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  • Romeo

    If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,

    My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:

    My bosom’s lord sits lightly in his throne;

    And all this day an unaccustom’d spirit

    Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.

    I dreamt my lady came and found me dead

    Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave

    to think!

    And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,

    That I revived, and was an emperor.

    Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess’d,

    When but love’s shadows are so rich in joy!

    Enter Balthasar, booted

    News from Verona! How now, Balthasar!

    Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?

    How doth my lady? Is my father well?

    How fares my Juliet? that I ask again;

    For nothing can be ill, if she be well.

  • Balthasar

    Then she is well, and nothing can be ill:

    Her body sleeps in Capel’s monument,

    And her immortal part with angels lives.

    I saw her laid low in her kindred’s vault,

    And presently took post to tell it you:

    O, pardon me for bringing these ill news,

    Since you did leave it for my office, sir.

  • Romeo

    Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!

    Thou know’st my lodging: get me ink and paper,

    And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.

  • Balthasar

    I do beseech you, sir, have patience:

    Your looks are pale and wild, and do import

    Some misadventure.

  • Romeo

    Tush, thou art deceived:

    Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do.

    Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?

  • Balthasar

    No, my good lord.

  • Romeo

    No matter: get thee gone,

    And hire those horses; I’ll be with thee straight.

    Exit Balthasar

    Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.

    Let’s see for means: O mischief, thou art swift

    To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!

    I do remember an apothecary,

    And hereabouts he dwells, which late I noted

    In tatter’d weeds, with overwhelming brows,

    Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,

    Sharp misery had worn him to the bones:

    And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,

    An alligator stuff’d, and other skins

    Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves

    A beggarly account of empty boxes,

    Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds,

    Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses,

    Were thinly scatter’d, to make up a show.

    Noting this penury, to myself I said

    ‘An if a man did need a poison now,

    Whose sale is present death in Mantua,

    Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.’

    O, this same thought did but forerun my need;

    And this same needy man must sell it me.

    As I remember, this should be the house.

    Being holiday, the beggar’s shop is shut.

    What, ho! apothecary!

    Enter Apothecary
  • Apothecary

    Who calls so loud?

  • Romeo

    Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor:

    Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have

    A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear

    As will disperse itself through all the veins

    That the life-weary taker may fall dead

    And that the trunk may be discharged of breath

    As violently as hasty powder fired

    Doth hurry from the fatal cannon’s womb.

  • Apothecary

    Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua’s law

    Is death to any he that utters them.

  • Romeo

    Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,

    And fear’st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,

    Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,

    Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back;

    The world is not thy friend nor the world’s law;

    The world affords no law to make thee rich;

    Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.

  • Apothecary

    My poverty, but not my will, consents.

  • Romeo

    I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.

  • Apothecary

    Put this in any liquid thing you will,

    And drink it off; and, if you had the strength

    Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.

  • Romeo

    There is thy gold, worse poison to men’s souls,

    Doing more murders in this loathsome world,

    Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.

    I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none.

    Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh.

    Come, cordial and not poison, go with me

    To Juliet’s grave; for there must I use thee.

    Exeunt

  • Friar John

    Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!

    Enter Friar Laurence

  • Friar Laurence

    This same should be the voice of Friar John.

    Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo?

    Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.

  • Friar John

    Going to find a bare-foot brother out

    One of our order, to associate me,

    Here in this city visiting the sick,

    And finding him, the searchers of the town,

    Suspecting that we both were in a house

    Where the infectious pestilence did reign,

    Seal’d up the doors, and would not let us forth;

    So that my speed to Mantua there was stay’d.

  • Friar Laurence

    Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo?

  • Friar John

    I could not send it, here it is again,

    Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,

    So fearful were they of infection.

  • Friar Laurence

    Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,

    The letter was not nice but full of charge

    Of dear import, and the neglecting it

    May do much danger. Friar John, go hence;

    Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight

    Unto my cell.

  • Friar John

    Brother, I’ll go and bring it thee.

    Exit

  • Friar Laurence

    Now must I to the monument alone;

    Within three hours will fair Juliet wake:

    She will beshrew me much that Romeo

    Hath had no notice of these accidents;

    But I will write again to Mantua,

    And keep her at my cell till Romeo come;

    Poor living corse, closed in a dead man’s tomb!

    Exit

  • Paris

    Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof:

    Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.

    Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along,

    Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;

    So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,

    Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,

    But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,

    As signal that thou hear’st something approach.

    Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.

  • Page

    Aside

    I am almost afraid to stand alone

    Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.

    Retires

  • Paris

    Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,

    O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;

    Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,

    Or, wanting that, with tears distill’d by moans:

    The obsequies that I for thee will keep

    Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.

    The Page whistles

    The boy gives warning something doth approach.

    What cursed foot wanders this way to-night,

    To cross my obsequies and true love’s rite?

    What with a torch! muffle me, night, awhile.

    Retires

    Enter Romeo and Balthasar, with a torch, mattock, & c

  • Romeo

    Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.

    Hold, take this letter; early in the morning

    See thou deliver it to my lord and father.

    Give me the light: upon thy life, I charge thee,

    Whate’er thou hear’st or seest, stand all aloof,

    And do not interrupt me in my course.

    Why I descend into this bed of death,

    Is partly to behold my lady’s face;

    But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger

    A precious ring, a ring that I must use

    In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone:

    But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry

    In what I further shall intend to do,

    By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint

    And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs:

    The time and my intents are savage-wild,

    More fierce and more inexorable far

    Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

  • Balthasar

    I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.

  • Romeo

    So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that:

    Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow.

  • Balthasar

    Aside

    For all this same, I’ll hide me hereabout:

    His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.

    Retires

  • Romeo

    Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,

    Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth,

    Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,

    And, in despite, I’ll cram thee with more food!

    Opens the tomb

  • Paris

    This is that banish’d haughty Montague,

    That murder’d my love’s cousin, with which grief,

    It is supposed, the fair creature died;

    And here is come to do some villanous shame

    To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.

    Comes forward

    Stop thy unhallow’d toil, vile Montague!

    Can vengeance be pursued further than death?

    Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:

    Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.

  • Romeo

    I must indeed; and therefore came I hither.

    Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man;

    Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone;

    Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,

    Put not another sin upon my head,

    By urging me to fury: O, be gone!

    By heaven, I love thee better than myself;

    For I come hither arm’d against myself:

    Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say,

    A madman’s mercy bade thee run away.

  • Paris

    I do defy thy conjurations,

    And apprehend thee for a felon here.

  • Romeo

    Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy!

    They fight

  • Page

    O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.

    Exit

  • Paris

    O, I am slain!

    Falls

    If thou be merciful,

    Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.

    Dies

  • Romeo

    In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.

    Mercutio’s kinsman, noble County Paris!

    What said my man, when my betossed soul

    Did not attend him as we rode? I think

    He told me Paris should have married Juliet:

    Said he not so? or did I dream it so?

    Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,

    To think it was so? O, give me thy hand,

    One writ with me in sour misfortune’s book!

    I’ll bury thee in a triumphant grave;

    A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter’d youth,

    For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes

    This vault a feasting presence full of light.

    Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr’d.

    Laying Paris in the tomb

    How oft when men are at the point of death

    Have they been merry! which their keepers call

    A lightning before death: O, how may I

    Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife!

    Death, that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath,

    Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:

    Thou art not conquer’d; beauty’s ensign yet

    Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,

    And death’s pale flag is not advanced there.

    Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?

    O, what more favour can I do to thee,

    Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain

    To sunder his that was thine enemy?

    Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,

    Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe

    That unsubstantial death is amorous,

    And that the lean abhorred monster keeps

    Thee here in dark to be his paramour?

    For fear of that, I still will stay with thee;

    And never from this palace of dim night

    Depart again: here, here will I remain

    With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here

    Will I set up my everlasting rest,

    And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars

    From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!

    Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you

    The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss

    A dateless bargain to engrossing death!

    Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!

    Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on

    The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!

    Here’s to my love!

    Drinks

    O true apothecary!

    Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.

    Dies

    Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, Friar Laurence, with a lantern, crow, and spade

  • Friar Laurence

    Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night

    Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who’s there?

  • Balthasar

    Here’s one, a friend, and one that knows you well.

  • Friar Laurence

    Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,

    What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light

    To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern,

    It burneth in the Capel’s monument.

  • Balthasar

    It doth so, holy sir; and there’s my master,

    One that you love.

  • Friar Laurence

    Who is it?

  • Balthasar

    Romeo.

  • Friar Laurence

    How long hath he been there?

  • Balthasar

    Full half an hour.

  • Friar Laurence

    Go with me to the vault.

  • Balthasar

    I dare not, sir

    My master knows not but I am gone hence;

    And fearfully did menace me with death,

    If I did stay to look on his intents.

  • Friar Laurence

    Stay, then; I’ll go alone. Fear comes upon me:

    O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.

  • Balthasar

    As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,

    I dreamt my master and another fought,

    And that my master slew him.

  • Friar Laurence

    Romeo!

    Advances

    Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains

    The stony entrance of this sepulchre?

    What mean these masterless and gory swords

    To lie discolour’d by this place of peace?

    Enters the tomb

    Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too?

    And steep’d in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour

    Is guilty of this lamentable chance!

    The lady stirs.

    Juliet wakes

  • Juliet

    O comfortable friar! where is my lord?

    I do remember well where I should be,

    And there I am. Where is my Romeo?

    Noise within

  • Friar Laurence

    I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest

    Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep:

    A greater power than we can contradict

    Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.

    Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;

    And Paris too. Come, I’ll dispose of thee

    Among a sisterhood of holy nuns:

    Stay not to question, for the watch is coming;

    Come, go, good Juliet,

    Noise again

    I dare no longer stay.

  • Juliet

    Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.

    Exit Friar Laurence

    What’s here? a cup, closed in my true love’s hand?

    Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:

    O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop

    To help me after? I will kiss thy lips;

    Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,

    To make die with a restorative.

    Kisses him

    Thy lips are warm.

  • First Watchman

    Within

    Lead, boy: which way?

  • Juliet

    Yea, noise? then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger!

    Snatching Romeo’s dagger

    This is thy sheath;

    Stabs herself

    there rust, and let me die.

    Falls on Romeo’s body, and dies

    Enter Watch, with the Page of Paris

  • Page

    This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn.

  • First Watchman

    The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:

    Go, some of you, whoe’er you find attach.

    Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain,

    And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,

    Who here hath lain these two days buried.

    Go, tell the prince: run to the Capulets:

    Raise up the Montagues: some others search:

    We see the ground whereon these woes do lie;

    But the true ground of all these piteous woes

    We cannot without circumstance descry.

    Re-enter some of the Watch, with Balthasar

  • Second Watchman

    Here’s Romeo’s man; we found him in the churchyard.

  • First Watchman

    Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither.

    Re-enter others of the Watch, with Friar Laurence

  • Third Watchman

    Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps:

    We took this mattock and this spade from him,

    As he was coming from this churchyard side.

  • First Watchman

    A great suspicion: stay the friar too.

    Enter the Prience and Attendants

  • Prince

    What misadventure is so early up,

    That calls our person from our morning’s rest?

    Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and others

  • Capulet

    What should it be, that they so shriek abroad?

  • Lady Capulet

    The people in the street cry Romeo,

    Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run,

    With open outcry toward our monument.

  • Prince

    What fear is this which startles in our ears?

  • First Watchman

    Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;

    And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,

    Warm and new kill’d.

  • Prince

    Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.

  • First Watchman

    Here is a friar, and slaughter’d Romeo’s man;

    With instruments upon them, fit to open

    These dead men’s tombs.

  • Capulet

    O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!

    This dagger hath mista’en for, lo, his house

    Is empty on the back of Montague,

    And it mis-sheathed in my daughter’s bosom!

  • Lady Capulet

    O me! this sight of death is as a bell,

    That warns my old age to a sepulchre.

    Enter Montague and others

  • Prince

    Come, Montague; for thou art early up,

    To see thy son and heir more early down.

  • Montague

    Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;

    Grief of my son’s exile hath stopp’d her breath:

    What further woe conspires against mine age?

  • Prince

    Look, and thou shalt see.

  • Montague

    O thou untaught! what manners is in this?

    To press before thy father to a grave?

  • Prince

    Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,

    Till we can clear these ambiguities,

    And know their spring, their head, their

    true descent;

    And then will I be general of your woes,

    And lead you even to death: meantime forbear,

    And let mischance be slave to patience.

    Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

  • Friar Laurence

    I am the greatest, able to do least,

    Yet most suspected, as the time and place

    Doth make against me of this direful murder;

    And here I stand, both to impeach and purge

    Myself condemned and myself excused.

  • Prince

    Then say at once what thou dost know in this.

  • Friar Laurence

    I will be brief, for my short date of breath

    Is not so long as is a tedious tale.

    Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;

    And she, there dead, that Romeo’s faithful wife:

    I married them; and their stol’n marriage-day

    Was Tybalt’s dooms-day, whose untimely death

    Banish’d the new-made bridegroom from the city,

    For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined.

    You, to remove that siege of grief from her,

    Betroth’d and would have married her perforce

    To County Paris: then comes she to me,

    And, with wild looks, bid me devise some mean

    To rid her from this second marriage,

    Or in my cell there would she kill herself.

    Then gave I her, so tutor’d by my art,

    A sleeping potion; which so took effect

    As I intended, for it wrought on her

    The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo,

    That he should hither come as this dire night,

    To help to take her from her borrow’d grave,

    Being the time the potion’s force should cease.

    But he which bore my letter, Friar John,

    Was stay’d by accident, and yesternight

    Return’d my letter back. Then all alone

    At the prefixed hour of her waking,

    Came I to take her from her kindred’s vault;

    Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,

    Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:

    But when I came, some minute ere the time

    Of her awaking, here untimely lay

    The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.

    She wakes; and I entreated her come forth,

    And bear this work of heaven with patience:

    But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;

    And she, too desperate, would not go with me,

    But, as it seems, did violence on herself.

    All this I know; and to the marriage

    Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this

    Miscarried by my fault, let my old life

    Be sacrificed, some hour before his time,

    Unto the rigour of severest law.

  • Prince

    We still have known thee for a holy man.

    Where’s Romeo’s man? what can he say in this?

  • Balthasar

    I brought my master news of Juliet’s death;

    And then in post he came from Mantua

    To this same place, to this same monument.

    This letter he early bid me give his father,

    And threatened me with death, going in the vault,

    I departed not and left him there.

  • Prince

    Give me the letter; I will look on it.

    Where is the county’s page, that raised the watch?

    Sirrah, what made your master in this place?

  • Page

    He came with flowers to strew his lady’s grave;

    And bid me stand aloof, and so I did:

    Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb;

    And by and by my master drew on him;

    And then I ran away to call the watch.

  • Prince

    This letter doth make good the friar’s words,

    Their course of love, the tidings of her death:

    And here he writes that he did buy a poison

    Of a poor ‘pothecary, and therewithal

    Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.

    Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!

    See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,

    That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.

    And I for winking at your discords too

    Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish’d.

  • Capulet

    O brother Montague, give me thy hand:

    This is my daughter’s jointure, for no more

    Can I demand.

  • Montague

    But I can give thee more:

    For I will raise her statue in pure gold;

    That while Verona by that name is known,

    There shall no figure at such rate be set

    As that of true and faithful Juliet.

  • Capulet

    As rich shall Romeo’s by his lady’s lie;

    Poor sacrifices of our enmity!

  • Prince

    A glooming peace this morning with it brings;

    The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:

    Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;

    Some shall be pardon’d, and some punished:

    For never was a story of more woe

    Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

    Exeunt
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Juliet finds out from a servant that her new love is a Montague.\n\nJuliet's cousing Tybalt recognizes Romeo and challenges him, but since Romeo is a guest he vows to settle the score later."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000005","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000004","content":"## Act 1, Prologue\n\nThe Chorus tells us the plot of the play, and what kind of play it is.\n\n![romeo and juliet](http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/4c/Romeoandjuliet1597.jpg \"352x583\")"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000006","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000005","content":"Two households, both alike in dignity,\n\nIn fair Verona, where we lay our scene,\n\nFrom ancient grudge break to new mutiny,\n\nWhere civil blood makes civil hands unclean.\n\nFrom forth the fatal loins of these two foes\n\nA pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;\n\nWhose misadventured piteous overthrows\n\nDo with their death bury their parents' strife.\n\nThe fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,\n\nAnd the continuance of their parents' rage,\n\nWhich, but their children's end, nought could remove,\n\nIs now the two hours' traffic of our stage;\n\nThe which if you with patient ears attend,\n\nWhat here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000004","content":"## Act 1, Scene 1\n\nSampson and Gregory, servants of the house of Capulet, go out looking for trouble...\n\nSampson and Gregory almost pick a fight with Abraham and Balthasar, servants of the house of Montague...\n\nSeeing a Capulet kinsman, Sampson and Gregory start to fight with Abraham and Balthasar. Benvolio tries to stop the fight, but Tybalt enters and attacks Benvolio. The citizens of Verona attack both the Capulets and Montagues. Capulet and Montague try to join the fight, but are restrained by their wives...\n\nPrince Escalus stops the riot, threatens everyone with death, and takes Capulet with him, leaving Benvolio alone with Montague and Lady Montague. Lady Montague asks where Romeo is, and Benvolio answers that he was up before dawn, wandering in the woods. The Montagues say that Romeo is afflicted with strange sorrows, and Benvolio offers to find out what's wrong with him...\n\nSeeing Romeo coming, Montague and Lady Montague leave Benvolio alone to speak with their son. Benvolio soon discovers that Romeo's problem is that he loves a woman who doesn't return his love. Benvolio tries to get Romeo to say who it is he loves, but Romeo won't. Benvolio also tries to get Romeo to solve his problem by looking for another woman, but Romeo seems determined to love and suffer."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000008","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Sampson**\n\nGregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000009","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Gregory**\n\nNo, for then we should be colliers."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800000a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Sampson**\n\nI mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800000b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Gregory**\nAy, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800000c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Sampson**\n\nI strike quickly, being moved."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800000d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Gregory**\n\nBut thou art not quickly moved to strike."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800000e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":7,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Sampson**\n\nA dog of the house of Montague moves me."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800000f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":8,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Gregory**\n\nTo move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:\n\ntherefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000010","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":9,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Sampson**\n\nA dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will\n\ntake the wall of any man or maid of Montague's."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000011","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":10,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Gregory**\n\nThat shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes\n\nto the wall."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000012","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":11,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Sampson**\n\nTrue; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels,\n\nare ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push\n\nMontague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids\n\nto the wall."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000013","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":12,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Gregory**\n\nThe quarrel is between our masters and us their men."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000014","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":13,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Sampson**\n\n'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I\n\nhave fought with the men, I will be cruel with the\n\nmaids, and cut off their heads."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000015","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":14,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Gregory**\n\nThe heads of the maids?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000016","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":15,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Sampson**\n\nAy, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;\n\ntake it in what sense thou wilt."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000017","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":16,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Gregory**\n\nThey must take it in sense that feel it."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000018","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":17,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Sampson**\n\nMe they shall feel while I am able to stand: and\n\n'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000019","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":18,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Gregory**\n\n'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou\n\nhadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes\n\ntwo of the house of the Montagues."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800001a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":19,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Sampson**\n\nMy naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800001b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":20,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Gregory**\n\nHow! turn thy back and run?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800001c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":21,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Sampson**\n\nFear me not."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800001d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":22,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Gregory**\n\nNo, marry; I fear thee!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800001e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":23,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Sampson**\n\nLet us take the law of our sides; let them begin."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800001f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":24,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Gregory**\n\nI will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as\n\nthey list."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000020","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":25,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Sampson**\n\nNay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;\n\nwhich is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.\n\nEnter Abraham and Balthasar"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000021","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":26,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Abraham**\n\nDo you bite your thumb at us, sir?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000022","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":27,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Sampson**\n\nI do bite my thumb, sir."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000023","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":28,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Abraham**\n\nDo you bite your thumb at us, sir?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000024","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":29,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Sampson**\n```\nAside to Gregory\n```\nIs the law of our side, if I say\n\nay?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000025","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":30,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Gregory**\n\nNo."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000026","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":31,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Sampson**\n\nNo, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I\n\nbite my thumb, sir."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000027","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":32,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Gregory**\n\nDo you quarrel, sir?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000028","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":33,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Abraham**\n\nQuarrel sir! no, sir."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000029","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":34,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Sampson**\n\nIf you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800002a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":35,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Abraham**\n\nNo better."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800002b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":36,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Sampson**\n\nWell, sir."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800002c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":37,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Gregory**\n\nSay 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800002d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":38,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Sampson**\n\nYes, better, sir."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800002e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":39,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Abraham**\n\nYou lie."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800002f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":40,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Sampson**\n\nDraw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.\n\n```\nThey fight. Enter Benvolio\n```"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000030","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":41,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nPart, fools!\n\nPut up your swords; you know not what you do.\n\nBeats down their swords\n\n```\nEnter Tybalt\n```\n\n"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000031","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":42,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Tybalt**\n\nWhat, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?\n\nTurn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000032","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":43,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nI do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,\n\nOr manage it to part these men with me."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000033","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":44,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Tybalt**\n\nWhat, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,\n\nAs I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:\n\nHave at thee, coward!\n\n```\nThey fight. Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs\n```"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000034","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":45,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**First Citizen**\n\nClubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!\n\nDown with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!\n\nEnter Capulet in his gown, and Lady Capulet"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000035","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":46,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Capulet**\n\nWhat noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000036","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":47,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nA crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000037","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":48,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Capulet**\n\nMy sword, I say! Old Montague is come,\n\nAnd flourishes his blade in spite of me.\n\n```\nEnter Montague and Lady Montague\n```"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000038","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":49,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Montague**\n\nThou villain Capulet, Hold me not, let me go."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000039","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":50,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Lady Montague**\n\nThou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.\n\nEnter Prience, with Attendants"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800003a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":51,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Prince**\n\nRebellious subjects, enemies to peace,\n\nProfaners of this neighbour-stained steel,\n\nWill they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,\n\nThat quench the fire of your pernicious rage\n\nWith purple fountains issuing from your veins,\n\nOn pain of torture, from those bloody hands\n\nThrow your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,\n\nAnd hear the sentence of your moved prince.\n\nThree civil brawls, bred of an airy word,\n\nBy thee, old Capulet, and Montague,\n\nHave thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,\n\nAnd made Verona's ancient citizens\n\nCast by their grave beseeming ornaments,\n\nTo wield old partisans, in hands as old,\n\nCanker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:\n\nIf ever you disturb our streets again,\n\nYour lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.\n\nFor this time, all the rest depart away:\n\nYou Capulet; shall go along with me:\n\nAnd, Montague, come you this afternoon,\n\nTo know our further pleasure in this case,\n\nTo old Free-town, our common judgment-place.\n\nOnce more, on pain of death, all men depart.\n\n```\nExeunt all but Montague, Lady Montague, and Benvolio\n```"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800003b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":52,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Montague**\n\nWho set this ancient quarrel new abroach?\n\nSpeak, nephew, were you by when it began?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800003c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":53,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nHere were the servants of your adversary,\n\nAnd yours, close fighting ere I did approach:\n\nI drew to part them: in the instant came\n\nThe fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared,\n\nWhich, as he breathed defiance to my ears,\n\nHe swung about his head and cut the winds,\n\nWho nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:\n\nWhile we were interchanging thrusts and blows,\n\nCame more and more and fought on part and part,\n\nTill the prince came, who parted either part."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800003d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":54,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Lady Montague**\n\nO, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?\n\nRight glad I am he was not at this fray."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800003e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":55,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nMadam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun\n\nPeer'd forth the golden window of the east,\n\nA troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;\n\nWhere, underneath the grove of sycamore\n\nThat westward rooteth from the city's side,\n\nSo early walking did I see your son:\n\nTowards him I made, but he was ware of me\n\nAnd stole into the covert of the wood:\n\nI, measuring his affections by my own,\n\nThat most are busied when they're most alone,\n\nPursued my humour not pursuing his,\n\nAnd gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800003f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":56,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Montague**\n\nMany a morning hath he there been seen,\n\nWith tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.\n\nAdding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;\n\nBut all so soon as the all-cheering sun\n\nShould in the furthest east begin to draw\n\nThe shady curtains from Aurora's bed,\n\nAway from the light steals home my heavy son,\n\nAnd private in his chamber pens himself,\n\nShuts up his windows, locks far daylight out\n\nAnd makes himself an artificial night:\n\nBlack and portentous must this humour prove,\n\nUnless good counsel may the cause remove."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000040","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":57,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nMy noble uncle, do you know the cause?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000041","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":58,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Montague**\n\nI neither know it nor can learn of him."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000042","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":59,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nHave you importuned him by any means?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000043","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":60,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Montague**\n\nBoth by myself and many other friends:\n\nBut he, his own affections' counsellor,\n\nIs to himself. I will not say how true.\n\nBut to himself so secret and so close,\n\nSo far from sounding and discovery,\n\nAs is the bud bit with an envious worm,\n\nEre he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,\n\nOr dedicate his beauty to the sun.\n\nCould we but learn from whence his sorrows grow.\n\nWe would as willingly give cure as know.\n\n```\nEnter Romeo\n```\n\n"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000044","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":61,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nSee, where he comes: so please you, step aside;\n\nI'll know his grievance, or be much denied."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000045","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":62,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Montague**\n\nI would thou wert so happy by thy stay,\n\nTo hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.\n\nExeunt Montague and Lady Montague"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000046","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":63,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nGood-morrow, cousin."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000047","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":64,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Romeo**\n\nIs the day so young?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000048","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":65,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nBut new struck nine."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000049","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":66,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Romeo**\n\nAy me! sad hours seem long.\n\nWas that my father that went hence so fast?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800004a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":67,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nIt was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800004b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":68,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Romeo**\n\nNot having that, which, having, makes them short."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800004c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":69,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nIn love?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800004d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":70,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Romeo**\n\nOut"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800004e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":71,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nOf love?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800004f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":72,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Romeo**\n\nOut of her favour, where I am in love."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000050","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":73,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nAlas, that love, so gentle in his view,\n\nShould be so tyrannous and rough in proof!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000051","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":74,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Romeo**\n\nAlas, that love, whose view is muffled still,\n\nShould, without eyes, see pathways to his will!\n\nWhere shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?\n\nYet tell me not, for I have heard it all.\n\nHere's much to do with hate, but more with love.\n\nWhy, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!\n\nO any thing, of nothing first create!\n\nO heavy lightness! serious vanity!\n\nMis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!\n\nFeather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,\n\nsick health!\n\nStill-waking sleep, that is not what it is!\n\nThis love feel I, that feel no love in this.\n\nDost thou not laugh?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000052","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":75,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nNo, coz, I rather weep."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000053","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":76,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Romeo**\n\nGood heart, at what?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000054","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":77,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nAt thy good heart's oppression."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000055","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":78,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Romeo**\n\nWhy, such is love's transgression.\n\nGriefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,\n\nWhich thou wilt propagate, to have it prest\n\nWith more of thine: this love that thou hast shown\n\nDoth add more grief to too much of mine own.\n\nLove is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;\n\nBeing purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;\n\nBeing vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:\n\nWhat is it else? a madness most discreet,\n\nA choking gall and a preserving sweet.\n\nFarewell, my coz."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000056","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":79,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nSoft! I will go along;\n\nAn if you leave me so, you do me wrong."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000057","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":80,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Romeo**\n\nTut, I have lost myself; I am not here;\n\nThis is not Romeo, he's some other where."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000058","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":81,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nTell me in sadness, who is that you love."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000059","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":82,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Romeo**\n\nWhat, shall I groan and tell thee?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800005a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":83,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nGroan! why, no.\n\nBut sadly tell me who."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800005b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":84,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Romeo**\n\nBid a sick man in sadness make his will:\n\nAh, word ill urged to one that is so ill!\n\nIn sadness, cousin, I do love a woman."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800005c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":85,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nI aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800005d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":86,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Romeo**\n\nA right good mark-man! And she's fair I love."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800005e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":87,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nA right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800005f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":88,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Romeo**\n\nWell, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit\n\nWith Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;\n\nAnd, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,\n\nFrom love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.\n\nShe will not stay the siege of loving terms,\n\nNor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,\n\nNor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:\n\nO, she is rich in beauty, only poor,\n\nThat when she dies with beauty dies her store."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000060","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":89,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nThen she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000061","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":90,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Romeo**\n\nShe hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,\n\nFor beauty starved with her severity\n\nCuts beauty off from all posterity.\n\nShe is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,\n\nTo merit bliss by making me despair:\n\nShe hath forsworn to love, and in that vow\n\nDo I live dead that live to tell it now."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000062","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":91,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nBe ruled by me, forget to think of her."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000063","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":92,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Romeo**\n\nO, teach me how I should forget to think."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000064","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":93,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nBy giving liberty unto thine eyes;\n\nExamine other beauties."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000065","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":94,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Romeo**\n\n'Tis the way\n\nTo call hers exquisite, in question more:\n\nThese happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows\n\nBeing black put us in mind they hide the fair;\n\nHe that is strucken blind cannot forget\n\nThe precious treasure of his eyesight lost:\n\nShow me a mistress that is passing fair,\n\nWhat doth her beauty serve, but as a note\n\nWhere I may read who pass'd that passing fair?\n\nFarewell: thou canst not teach me to forget."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000066","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":95,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000007","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nI'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.\n\n`Exeunt`"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000004","content":"## Act 1, Scene 2\n\nParis asks Capulet for Juliet's hand in marriage. Capulet thinks she's too young, but tells Paris to woo her, and invites him to a feast that night. Capulet sends the servant out to invite other guests to the feast...\n\nBenvolio is still trying to talk Romeo into considering other ladies when they are interrupted by the Capulet servant, who asks Romeo to read something for him. It is a list of guests at Capulet's feast that night. Thus Romeo discovers that Rosaline, his beloved, will be at the feast. Benvolio challenges Romeo to go to the feast and compare Rosaline with other beauties. Romeo says he will go, but only to rejoice that Rosaline is most beautiful of all."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000068","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Capulet**\n\nBut Montague is bound as well as I,\n\nIn penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,\n\nFor men so old as we to keep the peace."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000069","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Paris**\n\nOf honourable reckoning are you both;\n\nAnd pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.\n\nBut now, my lord, what say you to my suit?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800006a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Capulet**\n\nBut saying o'er what I have said before:\n\nMy child is yet a stranger in the world;\n\nShe hath not seen the change of fourteen years,\n\nLet two more summers wither in their pride,\n\nEre we may think her ripe to be a bride."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800006b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Paris**\n\nYounger than she are happy mothers made."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800006c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Capulet**\n\nAnd too soon marr'd are those so early made.\n\nThe earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,\n\nShe is the hopeful lady of my earth:\n\nBut woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,\n\nMy will to her consent is but a part;\n\nAn she agree, within her scope of choice\n\nLies my consent and fair according voice.\n\nThis night I hold an old accustom'd feast,\n\nWhereto I have invited many a guest,\n\nSuch as I love; and you, among the store,\n\nOne more, most welcome, makes my number more.\n\nAt my poor house look to behold this night\n\nEarth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:\n\nSuch comfort as do lusty young men feel\n\nWhen well-apparell'd April on the heel\n\nOf limping winter treads, even such delight\n\nAmong fresh female buds shall you this night\n\nInherit at my house; hear all, all see,\n\nAnd like her most whose merit most shall be:\n\nWhich on more view, of many mine being one\n\nMay stand in number, though in reckoning none,\n\nCome, go with me.\n\nTo Servant, giving a paper\n\nGo, sirrah, trudge about\n\nThrough fair Verona; find those persons out\n\nWhose names are written there, and to them say,\n\nMy house and welcome on their pleasure stay.\n\nExeunt Capulet and Paris"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800006d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Servant**\n\nFind them out whose names are written here! It is\n\nwritten, that the shoemaker should meddle with his\n\nyard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with\n\nhis pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am\n\nsent to find those persons whose names are here\n\nwrit, and can never find what names the writing\n\nperson hath here writ. I must to the learned. In good time.\n\nEnter Benvolio and Romeo"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800006e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":7,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nTut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,\n\nOne pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;\n\nTurn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;\n\nOne desperate grief cures with another's languish:\n\nTake thou some new infection to thy eye,\n\nAnd the rank poison of the old will die."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800006f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":8,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Romeo**\n\nYour plaintain-leaf is excellent for that."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000070","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":9,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nFor what, I pray thee?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000071","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":10,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Romeo**\n\nFor your broken shin."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000072","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":11,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nWhy, Romeo, art thou mad?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000073","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":12,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Romeo**\n\nNot mad, but bound more than a mad-man is;\n\nShut up in prison, kept without my food,\n\nWhipp'd and tormented and God-den, good fellow."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000074","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":13,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Servant**\n\nGod gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000075","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":14,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Romeo**\n\nAy, mine own fortune in my misery."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000076","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":15,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Servant**\n\nPerhaps you have learned it without book: but, I\n\npray, can you read any thing you see?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000077","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":16,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Romeo**\n\nAy, if I know the letters and the language."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000078","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":17,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Servant**\n\nYe say honestly: rest you merry!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000079","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":18,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Romeo**\n\nStay, fellow; I can read.\n\nReads\n\n'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;\n\nCounty Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady\n\nwidow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely\n\nnieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine\n\nuncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece\n\nRosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin\n\nTybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair\n\nassembly: whither should they come?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800007a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":19,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Servant**\n\nUp."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800007b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":20,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Romeo**\n\nWhither?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800007c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":21,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Servant**\n\nTo supper; to our house."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800007d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":22,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Romeo**\n\nWhose house?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800007e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":23,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Servant**\n\nMy master's."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800007f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":24,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Romeo**\n\nIndeed, I should have ask'd you that before."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000080","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":25,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Servant**\n\nNow I'll tell you without asking: my master is the\n\ngreat rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house\n\nof Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.\n\nRest you merry!\n\nExit"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000081","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":26,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nAt this same ancient feast of Capulet's\n\nSups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,\n\nWith all the admired beauties of Verona:\n\nGo thither; and, with unattainted eye,\n\nCompare her face with some that I shall show,\n\nAnd I will make thee think thy swan a crow."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000082","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":27,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Romeo**\n\nWhen the devout religion of mine eye\n\nMaintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;\n\nAnd these, who often drown'd could never die,\n\nTransparent heretics, be burnt for liars!\n\nOne fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun\n\nNe'er saw her match since first the world begun."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000083","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":28,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nTut, you saw her fair, none else being by,\n\nHerself poised with herself in either eye:\n\nBut in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd\n\nYour lady's love against some other maid\n\nThat I will show you shining at this feast,\n\nAnd she shall scant show well that now shows best."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000084","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":29,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000067","content":"**Romeo**\n\nI'll go along, no such sight to be shown,\n\nBut to rejoice in splendor of mine own.\n\nExeunt"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000004","content":"## Act 1, Scene 3\n\nLady Capulet wants to have a serious conversation with Juliet, but the Nurse interrupts with a long reminiscence about Juliet's weaning and what Juliet said about falling on her back. Lady Capulet tells Juliet that Paris wants to marry her, and urges her to look him over and see that he is the husband for her. Servants come to call everyone to the feast."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000086","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nNurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000087","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Nurse**\n\nNow, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,\n\nI bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!\n\nGod forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!\n\n```\nEnter Juliet\n```\n\n"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000088","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Juliet**\n\nHow now! who calls?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000089","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Nurse**\n\nYour mother."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800008a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Juliet**\n\nMadam, I am here.\n\nWhat is your will?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800008b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nThis is the matter: Nurse, give leave awhile,\n\nWe must talk in secret: Nurse, come back again;\n\nI have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.\n\nThou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800008c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":7,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Nurse**\n\nFaith, I can tell her age unto an hour."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800008d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":8,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nShe's not fourteen."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800008e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":9,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Nurse**\n\nI'll lay fourteen of my teeth,\n\nAnd yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four\n\nShe is not fourteen. How long is it now\n\nTo Lammas-tide?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800008f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":10,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nA fortnight and odd days."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000090","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":11,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Nurse**\n\nEven or odd, of all days in the year,\n\nCome Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.\n\nSusan and she, God rest all Christian souls!\n\nWere of an age: well, Susan is with God;\n\nShe was too good for me: but, as I said,\n\nOn Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;\n\nThat shall she, marry; I remember it well.\n\n'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;\n\nAnd she was wean'd, I never shall forget it,\n\nOf all the days of the year, upon that day:\n\nFor I had then laid wormwood to my dug,\n\nSitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;\n\nMy lord and you were then at Mantua:\n\nNay, I do bear a brain: but, as I said,\n\nWhen it did taste the wormwood on the nipple\n\nOf my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,\n\nTo see it tetchy and fall out with the dug!\n\nShake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,\n\nTo bid me trudge:\n\nAnd since that time it is eleven years;\n\nFor then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,\n\nShe could have run and waddled all about;\n\nFor even the day before, she broke her brow:\n\nAnd then my husband God be with his soul!\n\nA' was a merry man took up the child:\n\n'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?\n\nThou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;\n\nWilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame,\n\nThe pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'\n\nTo see, now, how a jest shall come about!\n\nI warrant, an I should live a thousand years,\n\nI never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he;\n\nAnd, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000091","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":12,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nEnough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000092","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":13,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Nurse**\n\nYes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,\n\nTo think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'\n\nAnd yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow\n\nA bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;\n\nA parlous knock; and it cried bitterly:\n\n'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face?\n\nThou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;\n\nWilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000093","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":14,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Juliet**\n\nAnd stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000094","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":15,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Nurse**\n\nPeace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!\n\nThou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed:\n\nAn I might live to see thee married once,\n\nI have my wish."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000095","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":16,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nMarry, that 'marry' is the very theme\n\nI came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,\n\nHow stands your disposition to be married?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000096","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":17,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Juliet**\n\nIt is an honour that I dream not of."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000097","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":18,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Nurse**\n\nAn honour! were not I thine only nurse,\n\nI would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000098","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":19,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nWell, think of marriage now; younger than you,\n\nHere in Verona, ladies of esteem,\n\nAre made already mothers: by my count,\n\nI was your mother much upon these years\n\nThat you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:\n\nThe valiant Paris seeks you for his love."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000099","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":20,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Nurse**\n\nA man, young lady! lady, such a man\n\nAs all the world, why, he's a man of wax."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800009a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":21,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nVerona's summer hath not such a flower."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800009b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":22,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Nurse**\n\nNay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800009c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":23,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nWhat say you? can you love the gentleman?\n\nThis night you shall behold him at our feast;\n\nRead o'er the volume of young Paris' face,\n\nAnd find delight writ there with beauty's pen;\n\nExamine every married lineament,\n\nAnd see how one another lends content\n\nAnd what obscured in this fair volume lies\n\nFind written in the margent of his eyes.\n\nThis precious book of love, this unbound lover,\n\nTo beautify him, only lacks a cover:\n\nThe fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride\n\nFor fair without the fair within to hide:\n\nThat book in many's eyes doth share the glory,\n\nThat in gold clasps locks in the golden story;\n\nSo shall you share all that he doth possess,\n\nBy having him, making yourself no less."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800009d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":24,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Nurse**\n\nNo less! nay, bigger; women grow by men."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800009e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":25,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nSpeak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800009f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":26,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Juliet**\n\nI'll look to like, if looking liking move:\n\nBut no more deep will I endart mine eye\n\nThan your consent gives strength to make it fly.\n\nEnter a Servant"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a0","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":27,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Servant**\n\nMadam, the guests are come, supper served up, you\n\ncalled, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in\n\nthe pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must\n\nhence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a1","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":28,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nWe follow thee.\n\nExit Servant\n\nJuliet, the county stays."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a2","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":29,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000085","content":"**Nurse**\n\nGo, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.\n\nExeunt"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000004","content":"## Act 1, Scene 4\n\nMercutio tries to persuade Romeo to dance at Capulet's feast, but Romeo insists that he is too sadly love-lorn to do anything but hold a torch. Then Romeo says that it's not wise to go to the feast at all, because of a dream he had...\n\nMercutio mocks Romeo's belief in his dream by going on and on about \"Queen Mab\", but Romeo is sure that some terrible fate awaits him. Nevertheless, he goes into the feast with his friends."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a4","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Romeo**\n\nWhat, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?\n\nOr shall we on without a apology?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a5","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nThe date is out of such prolixity:\n\nWe'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,\n\nBearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,\n\nScaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;\n\nNor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke\n\nAfter the prompter, for our entrance:\n\nBut let them measure us by what they will;\n\nWe'll measure them a measure, and be gone."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a6","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Romeo**\n\nGive me a torch: I am not for this ambling;\n\nBeing but heavy, I will bear the light."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a7","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nNay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a8","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Romeo**\n\nNot I, believe me: you have dancing shoes\n\nWith nimble soles: I have a soul of lead\n\nSo stakes me to the ground I cannot move."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a9","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nYou are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,\n\nAnd soar with them above a common bound."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000aa","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":7,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Romeo**\n\nI am too sore enpierced with his shaft\n\nTo soar with his light feathers, and so bound,\n\nI cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:\n\nUnder love's heavy burden do I sink."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000ab","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":8,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nAnd, to sink in it, should you burden love;\n\nToo great oppression for a tender thing."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000ac","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":9,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Romeo**\n\nIs love a tender thing? it is too rough,\n\nToo rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000ad","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":10,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nIf love be rough with you, be rough with love;\n\nPrick love for pricking, and you beat love down.\n\nGive me a case to put my visage in:\n\nA visor for a visor! what care I\n\nWhat curious eye doth quote deformities?\n\nHere are the beetle brows shall blush for me."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000ae","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":11,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nCome, knock and enter; and no sooner in,\n\nBut every man betake him to his legs."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000af","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":12,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Romeo**\n\nA torch for me: let wantons light of heart\n\nTickle the senseless rushes with their heels,\n\nFor I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase;\n\nI'll be a candle-holder, and look on.\n\nThe game was ne'er so fair, and I am done."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000b0","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":13,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nTut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:\n\nIf thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire\n\nOf this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st\n\nUp to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000b1","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":14,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Romeo**\n\nNay, that's not so."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000b2","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":15,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nI mean, sir, in delay\n\nWe waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.\n\nTake our good meaning, for our judgment sits\n\nFive times in that ere once in our five wits."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000b3","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":16,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Romeo**\n\nAnd we mean well in going to this mask;\n\nBut 'tis no wit to go."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000b4","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":17,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nWhy, may one ask?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000b5","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":18,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Romeo**\n\nI dream'd a dream to-night."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000b6","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":19,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nAnd so did I."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000b7","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":20,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Romeo**\n\nWell, what was yours?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000b8","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":21,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nThat dreamers often lie."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000b9","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":22,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Romeo**\n\nIn bed asleep, while they do dream things true."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000ba","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":23,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nO, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.\n\nShe is the fairies' midwife, and she comes\n\nIn shape no bigger than an agate-stone\n\nOn the fore-finger of an alderman,\n\nDrawn with a team of little atomies\n\nAthwart men's noses as they lie asleep;\n\nHer wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs,\n\nThe cover of the wings of grasshoppers,\n\nThe traces of the smallest spider's web,\n\nThe collars of the moonshine's watery beams,\n\nHer whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,\n\nHer wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,\n\nNot so big as a round little worm\n\nPrick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;\n\nHer chariot is an empty hazel-nut\n\nMade by the joiner squirrel or old grub,\n\nTime out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.\n\nAnd in this state she gallops night by night\n\nThrough lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;\n\nO'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight,\n\nO'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees,\n\nO'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream,\n\nWhich oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,\n\nBecause their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:\n\nSometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,\n\nAnd then dreams he of smelling out a suit;\n\nAnd sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail\n\nTickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep,\n\nThen dreams, he of another benefice:\n\nSometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,\n\nAnd then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,\n\nOf breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,\n\nOf healths five-fathom deep; and then anon\n\nDrums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,\n\nAnd being thus frighted swears a prayer or two\n\nAnd sleeps again. This is that very Mab\n\nThat plats the manes of horses in the night,\n\nAnd bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,\n\nWhich once untangled, much misfortune bodes:\n\nThis is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,\n\nThat presses them and learns them first to bear,\n\nMaking them women of good carriage:\n\nThis is she"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000bb","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":24,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Romeo**\n\nPeace, peace, Mercutio, peace!\n\nThou talk'st of nothing."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000bc","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":25,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nTrue, I talk of dreams,\n\nWhich are the children of an idle brain,\n\nBegot of nothing but vain fantasy,\n\nWhich is as thin of substance as the air\n\nAnd more inconstant than the wind, who wooes\n\nEven now the frozen bosom of the north,\n\nAnd, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,\n\nTurning his face to the dew-dropping south."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000bd","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":26,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nThis wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves;\n\nSupper is done, and we shall come too late."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000be","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":27,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Romeo**\n\nI fear, too early: for my mind misgives\n\nSome consequence yet hanging in the stars\n\nShall bitterly begin his fearful date\n\nWith this night's revels and expire the term\n\nOf a despised life closed in my breast\n\nBy some vile forfeit of untimely death.\n\nBut He, that hath the steerage of my course,\n\nDirect my sail! On, lusty gentlemen."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000bf","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":28,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000a3","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nStrike, drum.\n\nExeunt"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000004","content":"## Act 1, Scene 5\n\nAt Capulet's house, Romeo and his friends enter as preparations are being made for the dancing. The musicians are tuning up, and the servants are hurrying to clear away the remains of the feast...\n\nCapulet enters, greets the masked strangers, and invites them to dance. Romeo sees Juliet and says to himself that this is the first time he's seen true beauty. Tybalt recognizes Romeo and sends for his sword, but Capulet orders Tybalt to do nothing. Saying that he'll make Romeo pay, Tybalt leaves...\n\nRomeo holds Juliet's hand, and begs a kiss, which she gives him. They kiss again, and then both are called away. As everyone is leaving, they each learn the name of the other, and they each exclaim upon the fate that has made each fall in love with his/her enemy."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c1","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**First Servant**\n\nWhere's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He\n\nshift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c2","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Second Servant**\n\nWhen good manners shall lie all in one or two men's\n\nhands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c3","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**First Servant**\n\nAway with the joint-stools, remove the\n\ncourt-cuptree, look to the plate. Good thou, save\n\nme a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let\n\nthe porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.\n\nAntony, and Potpan!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c4","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Second Servant**\n\nAy, boy, ready."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c5","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**First Servant**\n\nYou are looked for and called for, asked for and\n\nsought for, in the great chamber."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c6","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Second Servant**\n\nWe cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be\n\nbrisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.\n\nEnter Capulet, with Juliet and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c7","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":7,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Capulet**\n\nWelcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes\n\nUnplagued with corns will have a bout with you.\n\nAh ha, my mistresses! which of you all\n\nWill now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,\n\nShe, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?\n\nWelcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day\n\nThat I have worn a visor and could tell\n\nA whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,\n\nSuch as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone:\n\nYou are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play.\n\nA hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.\n\nMusic plays, and they dance\n\nMore light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,\n\nAnd quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.\n\nAh, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.\n\nNay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;\n\nFor you and I are past our dancing days:\n\nHow long is't now since last yourself and I\n\nWere in a mask?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c8","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":8,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Second Capulet**\n\nBy'r lady, thirty years."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c9","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":9,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Capulet**\n\nWhat, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much:\n\n'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,\n\nCome pentecost as quickly as it will,\n\nSome five and twenty years; and then we mask'd."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000ca","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":10,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Second Capulet**\n\n'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir;\n\nHis son is thirty."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000cb","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":11,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Capulet**\n\nWill you tell me that?\n\nHis son was but a ward two years ago."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000cc","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":12,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Romeo**\n\n```\nTo a Servingman\n```\n\nWhat lady is that, which doth\n\nenrich the hand\n\nOf yonder knight?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000cd","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":13,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Servant**\n\nI know not, sir."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000ce","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":14,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Romeo**\n\nO, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!\n\nIt seems she hangs upon the cheek of night\n\nLike a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;\n\nBeauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!\n\nSo shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,\n\nAs yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.\n\nThe measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,\n\nAnd, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.\n\nDid my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!\n\nFor I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000cf","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":15,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Tybalt**\n\nThis, by his voice, should be a Montague.\n\nFetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave\n\nCome hither, cover'd with an antic face,\n\nTo fleer and scorn at our solemnity?\n\nNow, by the stock and honour of my kin,\n\nTo strike him dead, I hold it not a sin."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000d0","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":16,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Capulet**\n\nWhy, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000d1","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":17,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Tybalt**\n\nUncle, this is a Montague, our foe,\n\nA villain that is hither come in spite,\n\nTo scorn at our solemnity this night."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000d2","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":18,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Capulet**\n\nYoung Romeo is it?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000d3","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":19,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Tybalt**\n\n'Tis he, that villain Romeo."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000d4","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":20,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Capulet**\n\nContent thee, gentle coz, let him alone;\n\nHe bears him like a portly gentleman;\n\nAnd, to say truth, Verona brags of him\n\nTo be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:\n\nI would not for the wealth of all the town\n\nHere in my house do him disparagement:\n\nTherefore be patient, take no note of him:\n\nIt is my will, the which if thou respect,\n\nShow a fair presence and put off these frowns,\n\nAnd ill-beseeming semblance for a feast."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000d5","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":21,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Tybalt**\n\nIt fits, when such a villain is a guest:\n\nI'll not endure him."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000d6","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":22,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Capulet**\n\nHe shall be endured:\n\nWhat, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;\n\nAm I the master here, or you? go to.\n\nYou'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!\n\nYou'll make a mutiny among my guests!\n\nYou will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000d7","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":23,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Tybalt**\n\nWhy, uncle, 'tis a shame."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000d8","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":24,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Capulet**\n\nGo to, go to;\n\nYou are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed?\n\nThis trick may chance to scathe you, I know what:\n\nYou must contrary me! marry, 'tis time.\n\nWell said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:\n\nBe quiet, or more light, more light! For shame!\n\nI'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000d9","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":25,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Tybalt**\n\nPatience perforce with wilful choler meeting\n\nMakes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.\n\nI will withdraw: but this intrusion shall\n\nNow seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.\n\nExit"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000da","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":26,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Romeo**\n\n```\nTo Juliet\n```\n\nIf I profane with my unworthiest hand\n\nThis holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:\n\nMy lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand\n\nTo smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000db","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":27,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Juliet**\n\nGood pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,\n\nWhich mannerly devotion shows in this;\n\nFor saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,\n\nAnd palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000dc","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":28,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Romeo**\n\nHave not saints lips, and holy palmers too?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000dd","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":29,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Juliet**\n\nAy, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000de","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":30,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Romeo**\n\nO, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;\n\nThey pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000df","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":31,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Juliet**\n\nSaints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000e0","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":32,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Romeo**\n\nThen move not, while my prayer's effect I take.\n\nThus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000e1","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":33,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Juliet**\n\nThen have my lips the sin that they have took."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000e2","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":34,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Romeo**\n\nSin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!\n\nGive me my sin again."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000e3","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":35,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Juliet**\n\nYou kiss by the book."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000e4","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":36,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Nurse**\n\nMadam, your mother craves a word with you."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000e5","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":37,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Romeo**\n\nWhat is her mother?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000e6","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":38,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Nurse**\n\nMarry, bachelor,\n\nHer mother is the lady of the house,\n\nAnd a good lady, and a wise and virtuous\n\nI nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal;\n\nI tell you, he that can lay hold of her\n\nShall have the chinks."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000e7","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":39,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Romeo**\n\nIs she a Capulet?\n\nO dear account! my life is my foe's debt."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000e8","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":40,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nAway, begone; the sport is at the best."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000e9","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":41,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Romeo**\n\nAy, so I fear; the more is my unrest."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000ea","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":42,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Capulet**\n\nNay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;\n\nWe have a trifling foolish banquet towards.\n\nIs it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all\n\nI thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.\n\nMore torches here! Come on then, let's to bed.\n\nAh, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late:\n\nI'll to my rest.\n\nExeunt all but Juliet and Nurse"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000eb","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":43,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Juliet**\n\nCome hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000ec","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":44,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Nurse**\n\nThe son and heir of old Tiberio."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000ed","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":45,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Juliet**\n\nWhat's he that now is going out of door?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000ee","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":46,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Nurse**\n\nMarry, that, I think, be young Petrucio."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000ef","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":47,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Juliet**\n\nWhat's he that follows there, that would not dance?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000f0","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":48,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Nurse**\n\nI know not."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000f1","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":49,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Juliet**\n\nGo ask his name: if he be married.\n\nMy grave is like to be my wedding bed."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000f2","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":50,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Nurse**\n\nHis name is Romeo, and a Montague;\n\nThe only son of your great enemy."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000f3","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":51,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Juliet**\n\nMy only love sprung from my only hate!\n\nToo early seen unknown, and known too late!\n\nProdigious birth of love it is to me,\n\nThat I must love a loathed enemy."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000f4","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":52,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Nurse**\n\nWhat's this? what's this?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000f5","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":53,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Juliet**\n\nA rhyme I learn'd even now\n\nOf one I danced withal.\n\nOne calls within 'Juliet.'"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000f6","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":54,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000c0","content":"**Nurse**\n\nAnon, anon!\n\nCome, let's away; the strangers all are gone.\n\nExeunt"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000f7","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":null,"content":"# ACT II\n\nAfter the ball Romeo sneaks back into the Capulet garden, and sees Juliet at her balcony. She is calling his name aloud, and wishing he were not a Montague. He reveals himself, professes his love. They resolve to marry secretly.\n\nNext morning, Juliet sends her Nurse to make wedding arrangements with Friar Lawrence (who sees the union as a way to end the violence)."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000f8","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000f7","content":"## Act 2, Prologue\n\nThe Chorus tells us that Romeo and Juliet are suffering because they can't meet, but that passion gives them power to find a way to see each other."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000f9","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000f8","content":"**Chorus**\n\nNow old desire doth in his death-bed lie,\n\nAnd young affection gapes to be his heir;\n\nThat fair for which love groan'd for and would die,\n\nWith tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.\n\nNow Romeo is beloved and loves again,\n\nAlike betwitched by the charm of looks,\n\nBut to his foe supposed he must complain,\n\nAnd she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:\n\nBeing held a foe, he may not have access\n\nTo breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;\n\nAnd she as much in love, her means much less\n\nTo meet her new-beloved any where:\n\nBut passion lends them power, time means, to meet\n\nTempering extremities with extreme sweet.\n\nExit"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000fa","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000f7","content":"## Act 2, Scene 1\n\nOn his way home from Capulet's feast, Romeo turns back and jumps the wall of Capulet's garden. Benvolio calls for Romeo and Mercutio bawdily conjures Romeo, but he will not appear, and his friends depart."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000fb","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000fa","content":"**Romeo**\n\nCan I go forward when my heart is here?\n\nTurn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.\n\nHe climbs the wall, and leaps down within it\n\nEnter Benvolio and Mercutio"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000fc","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000fa","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nRomeo! my cousin Romeo!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000fd","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000fa","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nHe is wise;\n\nAnd, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000fe","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000fa","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nHe ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:\n\nCall, good Mercutio."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580000ff","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000fa","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nNay, I'll conjure too.\n\nRomeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!\n\nAppear thou in the likeness of a sigh:\n\nSpeak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;\n\nCry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;'\n\nSpeak to my gossip Venus one fair word,\n\nOne nick-name for her purblind son and heir,\n\nYoung Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,\n\nWhen King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!\n\nHe heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;\n\nThe ape is dead, and I must conjure him.\n\nI conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,\n\nBy her high forehead and her scarlet lip,\n\nBy her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh\n\nAnd the demesnes that there adjacent lie,\n\nThat in thy likeness thou appear to us!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000100","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000fa","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nAnd if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000101","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":7,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000fa","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nThis cannot anger him: 'twould anger him\n\nTo raise a spirit in his mistress' circle\n\nOf some strange nature, letting it there stand\n\nTill she had laid it and conjured it down;\n\nThat were some spite: my invocation\n\nIs fair and honest, and in his mistres s' name\n\nI conjure only but to raise up him."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000102","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":8,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000fa","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nCome, he hath hid himself among these trees,\n\nTo be consorted with the humorous night:\n\nBlind is his love and best befits the dark."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000103","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":9,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000fa","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nIf love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.\n\nNow will he sit under a medlar tree,\n\nAnd wish his mistress were that kind of fruit\n\nAs maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.\n\nRomeo, that she were, O, that she were\n\nAn open et caetera, thou a poperin pear!\n\nRomeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed;\n\nThis field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:\n\nCome, shall we go?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000104","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":10,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000fa","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nGo, then; for 'tis in vain\n\nTo seek him here that means not to be found.\n\nExeunt"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000f7","content":"## Act 2, Scene 2\n\nIn Capulet's garden Romeo sees Juliet come to her window. He is entranced by her beauty and listens as she tells the night that she loves Romeo and wishes that he had another name. Romeo surprises her by offering to take another name for her love. At first, Juliet worries for Romeo's safety and then she worries that he may be a deceiver, but he wins her over with passionate vows of love. They pledge their love to one another and then Juliet is called away by the Nurse...\n\nAnswering the call of the Nurse, Juliet goes into the house, then comes right back out and tells Romeo that the next day she will send a messenger to find out when and where she is to meet and marry him. Juliet is again called back into the house, and Romeo starts to leave, but Juliet again comes back out, to set a time that her messenger should go to Romeo. Romeo tells her that the messenger should come at nine in the morning. They say a long goodbye, and after Juliet is gone, Romeo says that he will go to the cell of Friar Laurence to get his help.\n\n![](http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/55/Romeo_and_juliet_brown.jpg \"352x512\")"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000106","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\nHe jests at scars that never felt a wound.\n\nJuliet appears above at a window\n\nBut, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?\n\nIt is the east, and Juliet is the sun.\n\nArise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,\n\nWho is already sick and pale with grief,\n\nThat thou her maid art far more fair than she:\n\nBe not her maid, since she is envious;\n\nHer vestal livery is but sick and green\n\nAnd none but fools do wear it; cast it off.\n\nIt is my lady, O, it is my love!\n\nO, that she knew she were!\n\nShe speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?\n\nHer eye discourses; I will answer it.\n\nI am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:\n\nTwo of the fairest stars in all the heaven,\n\nHaving some business, do entreat her eyes\n\nTo twinkle in their spheres till they return.\n\nWhat if her eyes were there, they in her head?\n\nThe brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,\n\nAs daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven\n\nWould through the airy region stream so bright\n\nThat birds would sing and think it were not night.\n\nSee, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!\n\nO, that I were a glove upon that hand,\n\nThat I might touch that cheek!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000107","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\nAy me!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000108","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\nShe speaks:\n\nO, speak again, bright angel! for thou art\n\nAs glorious to this night, being o'er my head\n\nAs is a winged messenger of heaven\n\nUnto the white-upturned wondering eyes\n\nOf mortals that fall back to gaze on him\n\nWhen he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds\n\nAnd sails upon the bosom of the air."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000109","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\nO Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?\n\nDeny thy father and refuse thy name;\n\nOr, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,\n\nAnd I'll no longer be a Capulet."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800010a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\n```\nAside\n```\n\nShall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800010b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\n'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;\n\nThou art thyself, though not a Montague.\n\nWhat's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,\n\nNor arm, nor face, nor any other part\n\nBelonging to a man. O, be some other name!\n\nWhat's in a name? that which we call a rose\n\nBy any other name would smell as sweet;\n\nSo Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,\n\nRetain that dear perfection which he owes\n\nWithout that title. Romeo, doff thy name,\n\nAnd for that name which is no part of thee\n\nTake all myself."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800010c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":7,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\nI take thee at thy word:\n\nCall me but love, and I'll be new baptized;\n\nHenceforth I never will be Romeo."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800010d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":8,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\nWhat man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night\n\nSo stumblest on my counsel?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800010e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":9,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\nBy a name\n\nI know not how to tell thee who I am:\n\nMy name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,\n\nBecause it is an enemy to thee;\n\nHad I it written, I would tear the word."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800010f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":10,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\nMy ears have not yet drunk a hundred words\n\nOf that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:\n\nArt thou not Romeo and a Montague?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000110","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":11,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\nNeither, fair saint, if either thee dislike."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000111","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":12,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\nHow camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?\n\nThe orchard walls are high and hard to climb,\n\nAnd the place death, considering who thou art,\n\nIf any of my kinsmen find thee here."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000112","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":13,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\nWith love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;\n\nFor stony limits cannot hold love out,\n\nAnd what love can do that dares love attempt;\n\nTherefore thy kinsmen are no let to me."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000113","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":14,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\nIf they do see thee, they will murder thee."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000114","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":15,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\nAlack, there lies more peril in thine eye\n\nThan twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,\n\nAnd I am proof against their enmity."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000115","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":16,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\nI would not for the world they saw thee here."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000116","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":17,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\nI have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;\n\nAnd but thou love me, let them find me here:\n\nMy life were better ended by their hate,\n\nThan death prorogued, wanting of thy love."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000117","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":18,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\nBy whose direction found'st thou out this place?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000118","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":19,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\nBy love, who first did prompt me to inquire;\n\nHe lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.\n\nI am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far\n\nAs that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,\n\nI would adventure for such merchandise."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000119","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":20,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\nThou know'st the mask of night is on my face,\n\nElse would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek\n\nFor that which thou hast heard me speak to-night\n\nFain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny\n\nWhat I have spoke: but farewell compliment!\n\nDost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'\n\nAnd I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,\n\nThou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries\n\nThen say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,\n\nIf thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:\n\nOr if thou think'st I am too quickly won,\n\nI'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,\n\nSo thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.\n\nIn truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,\n\nAnd therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:\n\nBut trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true\n\nThan those that have more cunning to be strange.\n\nI should have been more strange, I must confess,\n\nBut that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,\n\nMy true love's passion: therefore pardon me,\n\nAnd not impute this yielding to light love,\n\nWhich the dark night hath so discovered."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800011a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":21,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\nLady, by yonder blessed moon I swear\n\nThat tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800011b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":22,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\nO, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,\n\nThat monthly changes in her circled orb,\n\nLest that thy love prove likewise variable."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800011c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":23,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\nWhat shall I swear by?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800011d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":24,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\nDo not swear at all;\n\nOr, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,\n\nWhich is the god of my idolatry,\n\nAnd I'll believe thee."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800011e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":25,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\nIf my heart's dear love"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800011f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":26,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\nWell, do not swear: although I joy in thee,\n\nI have no joy of this contract to-night:\n\nIt is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;\n\nToo like the lightning, which doth cease to be\n\nEre one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!\n\nThis bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,\n\nMay prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.\n\nGood night, good night! as sweet repose and rest\n\nCome to thy heart as that within my breast!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000120","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":27,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\nO, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000121","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":28,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\nWhat satisfaction canst thou have to-night?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000122","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":29,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\nThe exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000123","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":30,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\nI gave thee mine before thou didst request it:\n\nAnd yet I would it were to give again."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000124","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":31,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\nWouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000125","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":32,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\nBut to be frank, and give it thee again.\n\nAnd yet I wish but for the thing I have:\n\nMy bounty is as boundless as the sea,\n\nMy love as deep; the more I give to thee,\n\nThe more I have, for both are infinite.\n\nNurse calls within\n\nI hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!\n\nAnon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.\n\nStay but a little, I will come again.\n\nExit, above"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000126","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":33,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\nO blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.\n\nBeing in night, all this is but a dream,\n\nToo flattering-sweet to be substantial.\n\nRe-enter Juliet, above"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000127","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":34,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\nThree words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.\n\nIf that thy bent of love be honourable,\n\nThy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,\n\nBy one that I'll procure to come to thee,\n\nWhere and what time thou wilt perform the rite;\n\nAnd all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay\n\nAnd follow thee my lord throughout the world."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000128","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":35,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Nurse**\n\n```\nWithin\n```\n\nMadam!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000129","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":36,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\nI come, anon. But if thou mean'st not well,\n\nI do beseech thee="},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800012a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":37,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Nurse**\n\n```\nWithin\n```\n\nMadam!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800012b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":38,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\nBy and by, I come: \n\nTo cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:\n\nTo-morrow will I send."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800012c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":39,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\nSo thrive my soul"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800012d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":40,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\nA thousand times good night!\n\nExit, above"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800012e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":41,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\nA thousand times the worse, to want thy light.\n\nLove goes toward love, as schoolboys from\n\ntheir books,\n\nBut love from love, toward school with heavy looks.\n\nRetiring\n\nRe-enter Juliet, above"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800012f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":42,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\nHist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,\n\nTo lure this tassel-gentle back again!\n\nBondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;\n\nElse would I tear the cave where Echo lies,\n\nAnd make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,\n\nWith repetition of my Romeo's name."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000130","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":43,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\nIt is my soul that calls upon my name:\n\nHow silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,\n\nLike softest music to attending ears!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000131","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":44,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\nRomeo!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000132","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":45,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\nMy dear?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000133","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":46,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\nAt what o'clock to-morrow\n\nShall I send to thee?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000134","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":47,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\nAt the hour of nine."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000135","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":48,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\nI will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.\n\nI have forgot why I did call thee back."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000136","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":49,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\nLet me stand here till thou remember it."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000137","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":50,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\nI shall forget, to have thee still stand there,\n\nRemembering how I love thy company."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000138","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":51,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\nAnd I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,\n\nForgetting any other home but this."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000139","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":52,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\n'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:\n\nAnd yet no further than a wanton's bird;\n\nWho lets it hop a little from her hand,\n\nLike a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,\n\nAnd with a silk thread plucks it back again,\n\nSo loving-jealous of his liberty."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800013a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":53,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\nI would I were thy bird."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800013b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":54,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Juliet**\n\nSweet, so would I:\n\nYet I should kill thee with much cherishing.\n\nGood night, good night! parting is such\n\nsweet sorrow,\n\nThat I shall say good night till it be morrow.\n\nExit above"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800013c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":55,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000105","content":"**Romeo**\n\nSleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!\n\nWould I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!\n\nHence will I to my ghostly father's cell,\n\nHis help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.\n\nExit"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800013d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000f7","content":"## Act 2, Scene 3\n\nAt dawn Friar Laurence gathers herbs and comments on how in both plants and people everything has some good, and every good can be abused and turned to evil...\n\nRomeo appears and tells Friar Laurence that he has fallen in love with Juliet and wants him to marry them. The Friar criticizes Romeo for jumping so quickly from love of Rosaline to love of Juliet, but agrees to perform the ceremony because he thinks that the marriage may end the hatred between the Capulets and Montagues."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800013e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800013d","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nThe grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,\n\nChequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light,\n\nAnd flecked darkness like a drunkard reels\n\nFrom forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels:\n\nNow, ere the sun advance his burning eye,\n\nThe day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry,\n\nI must up-fill this osier cage of ours\n\nWith baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.\n\nThe earth that's nature's mother is her tomb;\n\nWhat is her burying grave that is her womb,\n\nAnd from her womb children of divers kind\n\nWe sucking on her natural bosom find,\n\nMany for many virtues excellent,\n\nNone but for some and yet all different.\n\nO, mickle is the powerful grace that lies\n\nIn herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:\n\nFor nought so vile that on the earth doth live\n\nBut to the earth some special good doth give,\n\nNor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use\n\nRevolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:\n\nVirtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;\n\nAnd vice sometimes by action dignified.\n\nWithin the infant rind of this small flower\n\nPoison hath residence and medicine power:\n\nFor this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;\n\nBeing tasted, slays all senses with the heart.\n\nTwo such opposed kings encamp them still\n\nIn man as well as herbs, grace and rude will;\n\nAnd where the worser is predominant,\n\nFull soon the canker death eats up that plant.\n\n```\nEnter Romeo\n```\n\n"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800013f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800013d","content":"**Romeo**\n\nGood morrow, father."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000140","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800013d","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nBenedicite!\n\nWhat early tongue so sweet saluteth me?\n\nYoung son, it argues a distemper'd head\n\nSo soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:\n\nCare keeps his watch in every old man's eye,\n\nAnd where care lodges, sleep will never lie;\n\nBut where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain\n\nDoth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign:\n\nTherefore thy earliness doth me assure\n\nThou art up-roused by some distemperature;\n\nOr if not so, then here I hit it right,\n\nOur Romeo hath not been in bed to-night."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000141","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800013d","content":"**Romeo**\n\nThat last is true; the sweeter rest was mine."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000142","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800013d","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nGod pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000143","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800013d","content":"**Romeo**\n\nWith Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;\n\nI have forgot that name, and that name's woe."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000144","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":7,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800013d","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nThat's my good son: but where hast thou been, then?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000145","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":8,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800013d","content":"**Romeo**\n\nI'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.\n\nI have been feasting with mine enemy,\n\nWhere on a sudden one hath wounded me,\n\nThat's by me wounded: both our remedies\n\nWithin thy help and holy physic lies:\n\nI bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo,\n\nMy intercession likewise steads my foe."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000146","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":9,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800013d","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nBe plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;\n\nRiddling confession finds but riddling shrift."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000147","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":10,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800013d","content":"**Romeo**\n\nThen plainly know my heart's dear love is set\n\nOn the fair daughter of rich Capulet:\n\nAs mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;\n\nAnd all combined, save what thou must combine\n\nBy holy marriage: when and where and how\n\nWe met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow,\n\nI'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,\n\nThat thou consent to marry us to-day."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000148","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":11,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800013d","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nHoly Saint Francis, what a change is here!\n\nIs Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,\n\nSo soon forsaken? young men's love then lies\n\nNot truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.\n\nJesu Maria, what a deal of brine\n\nHath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!\n\nHow much salt water thrown away in waste,\n\nTo season love, that of it doth not taste!\n\nThe sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,\n\nThy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;\n\nLo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit\n\nOf an old tear that is not wash'd off yet:\n\nIf e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine,\n\nThou and these woes were all for Rosaline:\n\nAnd art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then,\n\nWomen may fall, when there's no strength in men."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000149","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":12,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800013d","content":"**Romeo**\n\nThou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800014a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":13,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800013d","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nFor doting, not for loving, pupil mine."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800014b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":14,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800013d","content":"**Romeo**\n\nAnd bad'st me bury love."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800014c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":15,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800013d","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nNot in a grave,\n\nTo lay one in, another out to have."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800014d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":16,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800013d","content":"**Romeo**\n\nI pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now\n\nDoth grace for grace and love for love allow;\n\nThe other did not so."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800014e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":17,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800013d","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nO, she knew well\n\nThy love did read by rote and could not spell.\n\nBut come, young waverer, come, go with me,\n\nIn one respect I'll thy assistant be;\n\nFor this alliance may so happy prove,\n\nTo turn your households' rancour to pure love."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800014f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":18,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800013d","content":"**Romeo**\n\nO, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000150","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":19,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800013d","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nWisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.\n\nExeunt"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000f7","content":"## Act 2, Scene 4\n\nMercutio wonders where Romeo is. Benvolio says that Tybalt has sent a challenge to Romeo, and Mercutio scornfully describes Tybalt as an conceited killer...\n\nMercutio kids Romeo about love, and Romeo joins in the bawdy repartee...\n\nMercutio bawdily mocks the Nurse, who tells Romeo that she wants a word in private with him...\n\nThe Nurse complains about Mercutio, receives from Romeo the information about time and place of the wedding, then chatters on about how sweet Juliet is."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000152","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nWhere the devil should this Romeo be?\n\nCame he not home to-night?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000153","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nNot to his father's; I spoke with his man."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000154","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nAh, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline.\n\nTorments him so, that he will sure run mad."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000155","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nTybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,\n\nHath sent a letter to his father's house."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000156","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nA challenge, on my life."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000157","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nRomeo will answer it."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000158","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":7,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nAny man that can write may answer a letter."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000159","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":8,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nNay, he will answer the letter's master, how he\n\ndares, being dared."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800015a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":9,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nAlas poor Romeo! he is already dead; stabbed with a\n\nwhite wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a\n\nlove-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the\n\nblind bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man to\n\nencounter Tybalt?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800015b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":10,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nWhy, what is Tybalt?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800015c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":11,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nMore than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is\n\nthe courageous captain of compliments. He fights as\n\nyou sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and\n\nproportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and\n\nthe third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk\n\nbutton, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the\n\nvery first house, of the first and second cause:\n\nah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the\n\nhai!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800015d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":12,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nThe what?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800015e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":13,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nThe pox of such antic, lisping, affecting\n\nfantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! 'By Jesu,\n\na very good blade! a very tall man! a very good\n\nwhore!' Why, is not this a lamentable thing,\n\ngrandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with\n\nthese strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these\n\nperdona-mi's, who stand so much on the new form,\n\nthat they cannot at ease on the old bench? O, their\n\nbones, their bones!\n\n```\nEnter Romeo\n```\n\n"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800015f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":14,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nHere comes Romeo, here comes Romeo."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000160","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":15,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nWithout his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh,\n\nhow art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers\n\nthat Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a\n\nkitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to\n\nbe-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy;\n\nHelen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey\n\neye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior\n\nRomeo, bon jour! there's a French salutation\n\nto your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit\n\nfairly last night."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000161","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":16,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nGood morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000162","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":17,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nThe ship, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000163","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":18,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nPardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in\n\nsuch a case as mine a man may strain courtesy."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000164","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":19,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nThat's as much as to say, such a case as yours\n\nconstrains a man to bow in the hams."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000165","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":20,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nMeaning, to court'sy."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000166","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":21,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nThou hast most kindly hit it."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000167","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":22,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nA most courteous exposition."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000168","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":23,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nNay, I am the very pink of courtesy."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000169","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":24,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nPink for flower."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800016a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":25,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nRight."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800016b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":26,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nWhy, then is my pump well flowered."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800016c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":27,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nWell said: follow me this jest now till thou hast\n\nworn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it\n\nis worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800016d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":28,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nO single-soled jest, solely singular for the\n\nsingleness."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800016e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":29,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nCome between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800016f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":30,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nSwitch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000170","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":31,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nNay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have\n\ndone, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of\n\nthy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five:\n\nwas I with you there for the goose?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000171","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":32,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nThou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast\n\nnot there for the goose."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000172","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":33,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nI will bite thee by the ear for that jest."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000173","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":34,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nNay, good goose, bite not."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000174","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":35,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nThy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most\n\nsharp sauce."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000175","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":36,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nAnd is it not well served in to a sweet goose?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000176","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":37,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nO here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an\n\ninch narrow to an ell broad!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000177","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":38,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nI stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added\n\nto the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000178","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":39,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nWhy, is not this better now than groaning for love?\n\nnow art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art\n\nthou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:\n\nfor this drivelling love is like a great natural,\n\nthat runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000179","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":40,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nStop there, stop there."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800017a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":41,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nThou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800017b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":42,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nThou wouldst else have made thy tale large."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800017c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":43,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nO, thou art deceived; I would have made it short:\n\nfor I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and\n\nmeant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800017d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":44,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nHere's goodly gear!\n\nEnter Nurse and Peter"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800017e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":45,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nA sail, a sail!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800017f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":46,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nTwo, two; a shirt and a smock."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000180","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":47,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Nurse**\n\nPeter!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000181","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":48,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Peter**\n\nAnon!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000182","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":49,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Nurse**\n\nMy fan, Peter."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000183","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":50,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nGood Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the\n\nfairer face."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000184","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":51,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Nurse**\n\nGod ye good morrow, gentlemen."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000185","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":52,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nGod ye good den, fair gentlewoman."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000186","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":53,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Nurse**\n\nIs it good den?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000187","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":54,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\n'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the\n\ndial is now upon the prick of noon."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000188","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":55,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Nurse**\n\nOut upon you! what a man are you!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000189","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":56,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nOne, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to\n\nmar."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800018a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":57,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Nurse**\n\nBy my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,'\n\nquoth a'? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I\n\nmay find the young Romeo?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800018b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":58,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nI can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when\n\nyou have found him than he was when you sought him:\n\nI am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800018c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":59,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Nurse**\n\nYou say well."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800018d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":60,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nYea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith;\n\nwisely, wisely."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800018e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":61,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Nurse**\n\nif you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with\n\nyou."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800018f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":62,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nShe will indite him to some supper."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000190","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":63,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nA bawd, a bawd, a bawd! so ho!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000191","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":64,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nWhat hast thou found?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000192","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":65,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nNo hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie,\n\nthat is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.\n\nSings\n\nAn old hare hoar,\n\nAnd an old hare hoar,\n\nIs very good meat in lent\n\nBut a hare that is hoar\n\nIs too much for a score,\n\nWhen it hoars ere it be spent.\n\nRomeo, will you come to your father's? we'll\n\nto dinner, thither."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000193","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":66,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nI will follow you."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000194","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":67,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nFarewell, ancient lady; farewell,\n\nSinging\n\n'lady, lady, lady.'\n\nExeunt Mercutio and Benvolio"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000195","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":68,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Nurse**\n\nMarry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucy\n\nmerchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000196","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":69,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nA gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk,\n\nand will speak more in a minute than he will stand\n\nto in a month."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000197","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":70,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Nurse**\n\nAn a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him\n\ndown, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such\n\nJacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall.\n\nScurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am\n\nnone of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by\n\ntoo, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000198","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":71,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Peter**\n\nI saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weapon\n\nshould quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare\n\ndraw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a\n\ngood quarrel, and the law on my side."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000199","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":72,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Nurse**\n\nNow, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about\n\nme quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word:\n\nand as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you\n\nout; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself:\n\nbut first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into\n\na fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross\n\nkind of behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman\n\nis young; and, therefore, if you should deal double\n\nwith her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered\n\nto any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800019a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":73,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nNurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I\n\nprotest unto thee"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800019b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":74,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Nurse**\n\nGood heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much:\n\nLord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800019c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":75,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nWhat wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800019d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":76,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Nurse**\n\nI will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as\n\nI take it, is a gentlemanlike offer."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800019e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":77,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nBid her devise\n\nSome means to come to shrift this afternoon;\n\nAnd there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell\n\nBe shrived and married. Here is for thy pains."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800019f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":78,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Nurse**\n\nNo truly sir; not a penny."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001a0","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":79,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nGo to; I say you shall."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001a1","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":80,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Nurse**\n\nThis afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001a2","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":81,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nAnd stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall:\n\nWithin this hour my man shall be with thee\n\nAnd bring thee cords made like a tackled stair;\n\nWhich to the high top-gallant of my joy\n\nMust be my convoy in the secret night.\n\nFarewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains:\n\nFarewell; commend me to thy mistress."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001a3","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":82,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Nurse**\n\nNow God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001a4","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":83,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nWhat say'st thou, my dear nurse?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001a5","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":84,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Nurse**\n\nIs your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say,\n\nTwo may keep counsel, putting one away?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001a6","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":85,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nI warrant thee, my man's as true as steel."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001a7","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":86,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Nurse**\n\nWell, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady, Lord,\n\nLord! when 'twas a little prating thing: O, there\n\nis a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain\n\nlay knife atree; but she, good soul, had as lief\n\nsee a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her\n\nsometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer\n\nman; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks\n\nas pale as any clout in the versal world. Doth not\n\nrosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001a8","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":87,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nAy, nurse; what of that? both with an R."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001a9","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":88,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Nurse**\n\nAh. mocker! that's the dog's name; R is for\n\nthe No; I know it begins with some other\n\nletter: and she hath the prettiest sententious of\n\nit, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good\n\nto hear it."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001aa","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":89,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Romeo**\n\nCommend me to thy lady."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ab","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":90,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Nurse**\n\nAy, a thousand times.\n\nExit Romeo\n\nPeter!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ac","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":91,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Peter**\n\nAnon!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ad","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":92,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000151","content":"**Nurse**\n\nPeter, take my fan, and go before and apace.\n\nExeunt"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ae","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000f7","content":"## Act 2, Scene 5\n\nJuliet impatiently awaits the return of the Nurse with news from Romeo...\n\nThe Nurse teases Juliet by finding all kinds of ways to not deliver the joyful news, but finally tells her that she is to go Friar Laurence's cell to be married to Romeo."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001af","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ae","content":"**Juliet**\n\nThe clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;\n\nIn half an hour she promised to return.\n\nPerchance she cannot meet him: that's not so.\n\nO, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts,\n\nWhich ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,\n\nDriving back shadows over louring hills:\n\nTherefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,\n\nAnd therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.\n\nNow is the sun upon the highmost hill\n\nOf this day's journey, and from nine till twelve\n\nIs three long hours, yet she is not come.\n\nHad she affections and warm youthful blood,\n\nShe would be as swift in motion as a ball;\n\nMy words would bandy her to my sweet love,\n\nAnd his to me:\n\nBut old folks, many feign as they were dead;\n\nUnwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.\n\nO God, she comes!\n\nEnter Nurse and Peter\n\nO honey nurse, what news?\n\nHast thou met with him? Send thy man away."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001b0","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ae","content":"**Nurse**\n\nPeter, stay at the gate.\n\nExit Peter"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001b1","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ae","content":"**Juliet**\n\nNow, good sweet nurse, O Lord, why look'st thou sad?\n\nThough news be sad, yet tell them merrily;\n\nIf good, thou shamest the music of sweet news\n\nBy playing it to me with so sour a face."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001b2","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ae","content":"**Nurse**\n\nI am a-weary, give me leave awhile:\n\nFie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001b3","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ae","content":"**Juliet**\n\nI would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news:\n\nNay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001b4","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ae","content":"**Nurse**\n\nJesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile?\n\nDo you not see that I am out of breath?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001b5","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":7,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ae","content":"**Juliet**\n\nHow art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath\n\nTo say to me that thou art out of breath?\n\nThe excuse that thou dost make in this delay\n\nIs longer than the tale thou dost excuse.\n\nIs thy news good, or bad? answer to that;\n\nSay either, and I'll stay the circumstance:\n\nLet me be satisfied, is't good or bad?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001b6","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":8,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ae","content":"**Nurse**\n\nWell, you have made a simple choice; you know not\n\nhow to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his\n\nface be better than any man's, yet his leg excels\n\nall men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body,\n\nthough they be not to be talked on, yet they are\n\npast compare: he is not the flower of courtesy,\n\nbut, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy\n\nways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001b7","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":9,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ae","content":"**Juliet**\n\nNo, no: but all this did I know before.\n\nWhat says he of our marriage? what of that?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001b8","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":10,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ae","content":"**Nurse**\n\nLord, how my head aches! what a head have I!\n\nIt beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.\n\nMy back o' t' other side, O, my back, my back!\n\nBeshrew your heart for sending me about,\n\nTo catch my death with jaunting up and down!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001b9","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":11,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ae","content":"**Juliet**\n\nI' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.\n\nSweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ba","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":12,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ae","content":"**Nurse**\n\nYour love says, like an honest gentleman, and a\n\ncourteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I\n\nwarrant, a virtuous, Where is your mother?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001bb","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":13,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ae","content":"**Juliet**\n\nWhere is my mother! why, she is within;\n\nWhere should she be? How oddly thou repliest!\n\n'Your love says, like an honest gentleman,\n\nWhere is your mother?'"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001bc","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":14,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ae","content":"**Nurse**\n\nO God's lady dear!\n\nAre you so hot? marry, come up, I trow;\n\nIs this the poultice for my aching bones?\n\nHenceforward do your messages yourself."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001bd","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":15,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ae","content":"**Juliet**\n\nHere's such a coil! come, what says Romeo?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001be","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":16,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ae","content":"**Nurse**\n\nHave you got leave to go to shrift to-day?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001bf","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":17,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ae","content":"**Juliet**\n\nI have."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001c0","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":18,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ae","content":"**Nurse**\n\nThen hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell;\n\nThere stays a husband to make you a wife:\n\nNow comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,\n\nThey'll be in scarlet straight at any news.\n\nHie you to church; I must another way,\n\nTo fetch a ladder, by the which your love\n\nMust climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark:\n\nI am the drudge and toil in your delight,\n\nBut you shall bear the burden soon at night.\n\nGo; I'll to dinner: hie you to the cell."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001c1","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":19,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ae","content":"**Juliet**\n\nHie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell.\n\nExeunt"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001c2","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":7,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580000f7","content":"## Act 2, Scene 6\n\nJust before the wedding, Friar Laurence advises Romeo to love moderately...\n\nRomeo and Juliet tell each other how much they love one another, and Friar Laurence leads them off to be married."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001c3","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001c2","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nSo smile the heavens upon this holy act,\n\nThat after hours with sorrow chide us not!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001c4","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001c2","content":"**Romeo**\n\nAmen, amen! but come what sorrow can,\n\nIt cannot countervail the exchange of joy\n\nThat one short minute gives me in her sight:\n\nDo thou but close our hands with holy words,\n\nThen love-devouring death do what he dare;\n\nIt is enough I may but call her mine."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001c5","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001c2","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nThese violent delights have violent ends\n\nAnd in their triumph die, like fire and powder,\n\nWhich as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey\n\nIs loathsome in his own deliciousness\n\nAnd in the taste confounds the appetite:\n\nTherefore love moderately; long love doth so;\n\nToo swift arrives as tardy as too slow.\n\nEnter Juliet\n\nHere comes the lady: O, so light a foot\n\nWill ne'er wear out the everlasting flint:\n\nA lover may bestride the gossamer\n\nThat idles in the wanton summer air,\n\nAnd yet not fall; so light is vanity."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001c6","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001c2","content":"**Juliet**\n\nGood even to my ghostly confessor."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001c7","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001c2","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nRomeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001c8","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001c2","content":"**Juliet**\n\nAs much to him, else is his thanks too much."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001c9","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":7,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001c2","content":"**Romeo**\n\nAh, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy\n\nBe heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more\n\nTo blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath\n\nThis neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue\n\nUnfold the imagined happiness that both\n\nReceive in either by this dear encounter."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ca","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":8,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001c2","content":"**Juliet**\n\nConceit, more rich in matter than in words,\n\nBrags of his substance, not of ornament:\n\nThey are but beggars that can count their worth;\n\nBut my true love is grown to such excess\n\nI cannot sum up sum of half my wealth."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cb","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":9,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001c2","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nCome, come with me, and we will make short work;\n\nFor, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone\n\nTill holy church incorporate two in one.\n\nExeunt"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cc","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":null,"content":"# ACT III\n\nTybalt finds Romeo returning from Friar Lawrence, and his new marriage. Tybalt challenges him again, but Romeo refuses. Romeo's friend Mercutio steps in, and is killed. Romeo now fight and slays Tybalt, then hides in the Friar's cell. The Prince banishes Romeo, and the Friar advises Romeo to spend the night with Juliet and then flee to Mantua.\n\nMeanwhile, Juliet is grieving for Romeo (though her parents think it's for Tybalt), and to console her, plan to have her wed Paris immediately."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cc","content":"## Act 3, Scene 1\n\nOn the streets of Verona Benvolio tries to persuade Mercutio that it's best to stay out of the way of the Capulets and a quarrel, but Mercutio jokingly claims that Benvolio is as much of a quarreler as anyone...\n\nTybalt, looking for Romeo, is challenged to a fight by Mercutio, but then Romeo appears...\n\nTybalt challenges Romeo to fight. Romeo refuses, but Mercutio steps forward and fights Tybalt. As Romeo is trying to stop the fight, Tybalt gives Mercutio a wound, then runs away. Mercutio dies. Romeo is ashamed of himself for letting Mercutio do the fighting, and when Tybalt returns, Romeo kills him. Benvolio has a hard time getting the dazed Romeo to leave the scene...\n\nBenvolio tells the Prince what happened. Lady Capulet wants Romeo's life, but the Prince levies fines and exiles Romeo."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ce","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nI pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:\n\nThe day is hot, the Capulets abroad,\n\nAnd, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;\n\nFor now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cf","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nThou art like one of those fellows that when he\n\nenters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword\n\nupon the table and says 'God send me no need of\n\nthee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws\n\nit on the drawer, when indeed there is no need."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001d0","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nAm I like such a fellow?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001d1","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nCome, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as\n\nany in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as\n\nsoon moody to be moved."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001d2","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nAnd what to?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001d3","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nNay, an there were two such, we should have none\n\nshortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why,\n\nthou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more,\n\nor a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou\n\nwilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no\n\nother reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what\n\neye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?\n\nThy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of\n\nmeat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as\n\nan egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a\n\nman for coughing in the street, because he hath\n\nwakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun:\n\ndidst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing\n\nhis new doublet before Easter? with another, for\n\ntying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou\n\nwilt tutor me from quarrelling!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001d4","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":7,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nAn I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man\n\nshould buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001d5","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":8,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nThe fee-simple! O simple!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001d6","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":9,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nBy my head, here come the Capulets."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001d7","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":10,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nBy my heel, I care not.\n\nEnter Tybalt and others"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001d8","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":11,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Tybalt**\n\nFollow me close, for I will speak to them.\n\nGentlemen, good den: a word with one of you."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001d9","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":12,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nAnd but one word with one of us? couple it with\n\nsomething; make it a word and a blow."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001da","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":13,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Tybalt**\n\nYou shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you\n\nwill give me occasion."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001db","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":14,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nCould you not take some occasion without giving?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001dc","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":15,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Tybalt**\n\nMercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001dd","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":16,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nConsort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an\n\nthou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but\n\ndiscords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall\n\nmake you dance. 'Zounds, consort!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001de","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":17,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nWe talk here in the public haunt of men:\n\nEither withdraw unto some private place,\n\nAnd reason coldly of your grievances,\n\nOr else depart; here all eyes gaze on us."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001df","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":18,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nMen's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;\n\nI will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.\n\n```\nEnter Romeo\n```\n\n"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001e0","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":19,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Tybalt**\n\nWell, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001e1","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":20,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nBut I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery:\n\nMarry, go before to field, he'll be your follower;\n\nYour worship in that sense may call him 'man.'"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001e2","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":21,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Tybalt**\n\nRomeo, the hate I bear thee can afford\n\nNo better term than this, thou art a villain."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001e3","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":22,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Romeo**\n\nTybalt, the reason that I have to love thee\n\nDoth much excuse the appertaining rage\n\nTo such a greeting: villain am I none;\n\nTherefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001e4","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":23,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Tybalt**\n\nBoy, this shall not excuse the injuries\n\nThat thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001e5","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":24,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Romeo**\n\nI do protest, I never injured thee,\n\nBut love thee better than thou canst devise,\n\nTill thou shalt know the reason of my love:\n\nAnd so, good Capulet, which name I tender\n\nAs dearly as my own, be satisfied."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001e6","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":25,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nO calm, dishonourable, vile submission!\n\nAlla stoccata carries it away.\n\nDraws\n\nTybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001e7","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":26,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Tybalt**\n\nWhat wouldst thou have with me?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001e8","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":27,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nGood king of cats, nothing but one of your nine\n\nlives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you\n\nshall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the\n\neight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher\n\nby the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your\n\nears ere it be out."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001e9","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":28,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Tybalt**\n\nI am for you.\n\nDrawing"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ea","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":29,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Romeo**\n\nGentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001eb","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":30,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nCome, sir, your passado.\n\nThey fight"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ec","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":31,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Romeo**\n\nDraw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.\n\nGentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage!\n\nTybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath\n\nForbidden bandying in Verona streets:\n\nHold, Tybalt! good Mercutio!\n\nTybalt under Romeo's arm stabs Mercutio, and flies with his followers"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ed","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":32,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nI am hurt.\n\nA plague o' both your houses! I am sped.\n\nIs he gone, and hath nothing?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ee","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":33,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nWhat, art thou hurt?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ef","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":34,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nAy, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.\n\nWhere is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.\n\nExit Page"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001f0","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":35,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Romeo**\n\nCourage, man; the hurt cannot be much."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001f1","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":36,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nNo, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a\n\nchurch-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for\n\nme to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I\n\nam peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o'\n\nboth your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a\n\ncat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a\n\nrogue, a villain, that fights by the book of\n\narithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I\n\nwas hurt under your arm."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001f2","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":37,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Romeo**\n\nI thought all for the best."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001f3","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":38,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Mercutio**\n\nHelp me into some house, Benvolio,\n\nOr I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses!\n\nThey have made worms' meat of me: I have it,\n\nAnd soundly too: your houses!\n\nExeunt Mercutio and Benvolio"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001f4","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":39,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Romeo**\n\nThis gentleman, the prince's near ally,\n\nMy very friend, hath got his mortal hurt\n\nIn my behalf; my reputation stain'd\n\nWith Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that an hour\n\nHath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet,\n\nThy beauty hath made me effeminate\n\nAnd in my temper soften'd valour's steel!\n\nRe-enter Benvolio"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001f5","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":40,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nO Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!\n\nThat gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,\n\nWhich too untimely here did scorn the earth."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001f6","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":41,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Romeo**\n\nThis day's black fate on more days doth depend;\n\nThis but begins the woe, others must end."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001f7","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":42,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nHere comes the furious Tybalt back again."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001f8","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":43,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Romeo**\n\nAlive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!\n\nAway to heaven, respective lenity,\n\nAnd fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!\n\nRe-enter Tybalt\n\nNow, Tybalt, take the villain back again,\n\nThat late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul\n\nIs but a little way above our heads,\n\nStaying for thine to keep him company:\n\nEither thou, or I, or both, must go with him."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001f9","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":44,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Tybalt**\n\nThou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,\n\nShalt with him hence."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001fa","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":45,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Romeo**\n\nThis shall determine that.\n\nThey fight; Tybalt falls"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001fb","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":46,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nRomeo, away, be gone!\n\nThe citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.\n\nStand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death,\n\nIf thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001fc","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":47,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Romeo**\n\nO, I am fortune's fool!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001fd","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":48,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nWhy dost thou stay?\n\nExit Romeo\n\nEnter Citizens, & c"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001fe","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":49,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**First Citizen**\n\nWhich way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?\n\nTybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580001ff","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":50,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nThere lies that Tybalt."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000200","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":51,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**First Citizen**\n\nUp, sir, go with me;\n\nI charge thee in the princes name, obey.\n\nEnter Prince, attended; Montague, Capulet, their Wives, and others"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000201","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":52,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Prince**\n\nWhere are the vile beginners of this fray?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000202","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":53,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nO noble prince, I can discover all\n\nThe unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:\n\nThere lies the man, slain by young Romeo,\n\nThat slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000203","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":54,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nTybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child!\n\nO prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt\n\nO my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,\n\nFor blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.\n\nO cousin, cousin!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000204","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":55,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Prince**\n\nBenvolio, who began this bloody fray?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000205","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":56,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Benvolio**\n\nTybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;\n\nRomeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink\n\nHow nice the quarrel was, and urged withal\n\nYour high displeasure: all this uttered\n\nWith gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,\n\nCould not take truce with the unruly spleen\n\nOf Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts\n\nWith piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast,\n\nWho all as hot, turns deadly point to point,\n\nAnd, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats\n\nCold death aside, and with the other sends\n\nIt back to Tybalt, whose dexterity,\n\nRetorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,\n\n'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than\n\nhis tongue,\n\nHis agile arm beats down their fatal points,\n\nAnd 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm\n\nAn envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life\n\nOf stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;\n\nBut by and by comes back to Romeo,\n\nWho had but newly entertain'd revenge,\n\nAnd to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I\n\nCould draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain.\n\nAnd, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.\n\nThis is the truth, or let Benvolio die."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000206","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":57,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nHe is a kinsman to the Montague;\n\nAffection makes him false; he speaks not true:\n\nSome twenty of them fought in this black strife,\n\nAnd all those twenty could but kill one life.\n\nI beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;\n\nRomeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000207","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":58,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Prince**\n\nRomeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;\n\nWho now the price of his dear blood doth owe?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000208","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":59,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Montague**\n\nNot Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend;\n\nHis fault concludes but what the law should end,\n\nThe life of Tybalt."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000209","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":60,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cd","content":"**Prince**\n\nAnd for that offence\n\nImmediately we do exile him hence:\n\nI have an interest in your hate's proceeding,\n\nMy blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;\n\nBut I'll amerce you with so strong a fine\n\nThat you shall all repent the loss of mine:\n\nI will be deaf to pleading and excuses;\n\nNor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses:\n\nTherefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste,\n\nElse, when he's found, that hour is his last.\n\nBear hence this body and attend our will:\n\nMercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.\n\nExeunt"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cc","content":"## Act 3, Scene 2\n\nJuliet longs for the coming of night and Romeo...\n\nThe Nurse appears; she has seen Tybalt's corpse and heard that Romeo has been banished. The Nurse is so overwrought that her words first make Juliet think that Romeo is dead. When the Nurse finally makes it clear that Tybalt is dead and Romeo is banished, Juliet first turns against Romeo for killing her cousin, then defends him for killing the man who would have killed him. Then Juliet remembers that the Nurse said Romeo has been \"banished\", which drives her to despair. The Nurse promises Juliet that she'll make arrangements for Romeo to come that night for a farewell visit."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020a","content":"**Juliet**\n\nGallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,\n\nTowards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner\n\nAs Phaethon would whip you to the west,\n\nAnd bring in cloudy night immediately.\n\nSpread thy close curtain, love-performing night,\n\nThat runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo\n\nLeap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.\n\nLovers can see to do their amorous rites\n\nBy their own beauties; or, if love be blind,\n\nIt best agrees with night. Come, civil night,\n\nThou sober-suited matron, all in black,\n\nAnd learn me how to lose a winning match,\n\nPlay'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:\n\nHood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,\n\nWith thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold,\n\nThink true love acted simple modesty.\n\nCome, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;\n\nFor thou wilt lie upon the wings of night\n\nWhiter than new snow on a raven's back.\n\nCome, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,\n\nGive me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,\n\nTake him and cut him out in little stars,\n\nAnd he will make the face of heaven so fine\n\nThat all the world will be in love with night\n\nAnd pay no worship to the garish sun.\n\nO, I have bought the mansion of a love,\n\nBut not possess'd it, and, though I am sold,\n\nNot yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day\n\nAs is the night before some festival\n\nTo an impatient child that hath new robes\n\nAnd may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,\n\nAnd she brings news; and every tongue that speaks\n\nBut Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.\n\nEnter Nurse, with cords\n\nNow, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords\n\nThat Romeo bid thee fetch?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020a","content":"**Nurse**\n\nAy, ay, the cords.\n\nThrows them down"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020a","content":"**Juliet**\n\nAy me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020a","content":"**Nurse**\n\nAh, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead!\n\nWe are undone, lady, we are undone!\n\nAlack the day! he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020a","content":"**Juliet**\n\nCan heaven be so envious?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000210","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020a","content":"**Nurse**\n\nRomeo can,\n\nThough heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo!\n\nWho ever would have thought it? Romeo!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000211","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":7,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020a","content":"**Juliet**\n\nWhat devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?\n\nThis torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.\n\nHath Romeo slain himself? say thou but 'I,'\n\nAnd that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more\n\nThan the death-darting eye of cockatrice:\n\nI am not I, if there be such an I;\n\nOr those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.'\n\nIf he be slain, say 'I'; or if not, no:\n\nBrief sounds determine of my weal or woe."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000212","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":8,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020a","content":"**Nurse**\n\nI saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,\n\nGod save the mark! here on his manly breast:\n\nA piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;\n\nPale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,\n\nAll in gore-blood; I swounded at the sight."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000213","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":9,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020a","content":"**Juliet**\n\nO, break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once!\n\nTo prison, eyes, ne'er look on liberty!\n\nVile earth, to earth resign; end motion here;\n\nAnd thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000214","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":10,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020a","content":"**Nurse**\n\nO Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!\n\nO courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!\n\nThat ever I should live to see thee dead!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000215","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":11,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020a","content":"**Juliet**\n\nWhat storm is this that blows so contrary?\n\nIs Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead?\n\nMy dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord?\n\nThen, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!\n\nFor who is living, if those two are gone?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000216","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":12,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020a","content":"**Nurse**\n\nTybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;\n\nRomeo that kill'd him, he is banished."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000217","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":13,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020a","content":"**Juliet**\n\nO God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000218","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":14,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020a","content":"**Nurse**\n\nIt did, it did; alas the day, it did!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000219","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":15,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020a","content":"**Juliet**\n\nO serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!\n\nDid ever dragon keep so fair a cave?\n\nBeautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!\n\nDove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb!\n\nDespised substance of divinest show!\n\nJust opposite to what thou justly seem'st,\n\nA damned saint, an honourable villain!\n\nO nature, what hadst thou to do in hell,\n\nWhen thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend\n\nIn moral paradise of such sweet flesh?\n\nWas ever book containing such vile matter\n\nSo fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell\n\nIn such a gorgeous palace!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800021a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":16,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020a","content":"**Nurse**\n\nThere's no trust,\n\nNo faith, no honesty in men; all perjured,\n\nAll forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.\n\nAh, where's my man? give me some aqua vitae:\n\nThese griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.\n\nShame come to Romeo!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800021b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":17,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020a","content":"**Juliet**\n\nBlister'd be thy tongue\n\nFor such a wish! he was not born to shame:\n\nUpon his brow shame is ashamed to sit;\n\nFor 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd\n\nSole monarch of the universal earth.\n\nO, what a beast was I to chide at him!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800021c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":18,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020a","content":"**Nurse**\n\nWill you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800021d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":19,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020a","content":"**Juliet**\n\nShall I speak ill of him that is my husband?\n\nAh, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,\n\nWhen I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?\n\nBut, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?\n\nThat villain cousin would have kill'd my husband:\n\nBack, foolish tears, back to your native spring;\n\nYour tributary drops belong to woe,\n\nWhich you, mistaking, offer up to joy.\n\nMy husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain;\n\nAnd Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband:\n\nAll this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?\n\nSome word there was, worser than Tybalt's death,\n\nThat murder'd me: I would forget it fain;\n\nBut, O, it presses to my memory,\n\nLike damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds:\n\n'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished;'\n\nThat 'banished,' that one word 'banished,'\n\nHath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death\n\nWas woe enough, if it had ended there:\n\nOr, if sour woe delights in fellowship\n\nAnd needly will be rank'd with other griefs,\n\nWhy follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,'\n\nThy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,\n\nWhich modern lamentations might have moved?\n\nBut with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death,\n\n'Romeo is banished,' to speak that word,\n\nIs father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,\n\nAll slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banished!'\n\nThere is no end, no limit, measure, bound,\n\nIn that word's death; no words can that woe sound.\n\nWhere is my father, and my mother, nurse?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800021e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":20,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020a","content":"**Nurse**\n\nWeeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:\n\nWill you go to them? I will bring you thither."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800021f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":21,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020a","content":"**Juliet**\n\nWash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent,\n\nWhen theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.\n\nTake up those cords: poor ropes, you are beguiled,\n\nBoth you and I; for Romeo is exiled:\n\nHe made you for a highway to my bed;\n\nBut I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.\n\nCome, cords, come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed;\n\nAnd death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000220","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":22,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020a","content":"**Nurse**\n\nHie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo\n\nTo comfort you: I wot well where he is.\n\nHark ye, your Romeo will be here at night:\n\nI'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000221","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":23,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800020a","content":"**Juliet**\n\nO, find him! give this ring to my true knight,\n\nAnd bid him come to take his last farewell.\n\nExeunt"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cc","content":"## Act 3, Scene 3\n\nLearning from the Friar that he is to be banished, Romeo declares that the Friar is torturing him to death, then throws himself on the floor, moaning and weeping...\n\nThe Nurse brings news that Juliet is in just as bad shape as Romeo. Romeo, wild with guilt at the pain he has caused Juliet, tries to stab himself. Friar Laurence lectures Romeo and tells him what to do go to Juliet, then to Mantua until the Prince can be persuaded to pardon him. The Nurse gives Romeo the ring that Juliet asked her to take to him. These things put Romeo into a better frame of mind and he leaves Friar Laurence's cell to go to Juliet."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000223","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nRomeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man:\n\nAffliction is enamour'd of thy parts,\n\nAnd thou art wedded to calamity.\n\n```\nEnter Romeo\n```\n\n"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000224","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Romeo**\n\nFather, what news? what is the prince's doom?\n\nWhat sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,\n\nThat I yet know not?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000225","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nToo familiar\n\nIs my dear son with such sour company:\n\nI bring thee tidings of the prince's doom."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000226","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Romeo**\n\nWhat less than dooms-day is the prince's doom?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000227","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nA gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips,\n\nNot body's death, but body's banishment."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000228","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Romeo**\n\nHa, banishment! be merciful, say 'death;'\n\nFor exile hath more terror in his look,\n\nMuch more than death: do not say 'banishment.'"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000229","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":7,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nHence from Verona art thou banished:\n\nBe patient, for the world is broad and wide."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800022a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":8,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Romeo**\n\nThere is no world without Verona walls,\n\nBut purgatory, torture, hell itself.\n\nHence-banished is banish'd from the world,\n\nAnd world's exile is death: then banished,\n\nIs death mis-term'd: calling death banishment,\n\nThou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe,\n\nAnd smilest upon the stroke that murders me."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800022b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":9,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nO deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!\n\nThy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince,\n\nTaking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,\n\nAnd turn'd that black word death to banishment:\n\nThis is dear mercy, and thou seest it not."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800022c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":10,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Romeo**\n\n'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,\n\nWhere Juliet lives; and every cat and dog\n\nAnd little mouse, every unworthy thing,\n\nLive here in heaven and may look on her;\n\nBut Romeo may not: more validity,\n\nMore honourable state, more courtship lives\n\nIn carrion-flies than Romeo: they my seize\n\nOn the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand\n\nAnd steal immortal blessing from her lips,\n\nWho even in pure and vestal modesty,\n\nStill blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;\n\nBut Romeo may not; he is banished:\n\nFlies may do this, but I from this must fly:\n\nThey are free men, but I am banished.\n\nAnd say'st thou yet that exile is not death?\n\nHadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife,\n\nNo sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,\n\nBut 'banished' to kill me? 'banished'?\n\nO friar, the damned use that word in hell;\n\nHowlings attend it: how hast thou the heart,\n\nBeing a divine, a ghostly confessor,\n\nA sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,\n\nTo mangle me with that word 'banished'?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800022d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":11,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nThou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800022e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":12,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Romeo**\n\nO, thou wilt speak again of banishment."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800022f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":13,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nI'll give thee armour to keep off that word:\n\nAdversity's sweet milk, philosophy,\n\nTo comfort thee, though thou art banished."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000230","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":14,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Romeo**\n\nYet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy!\n\nUnless philosophy can make a Juliet,\n\nDisplant a town, reverse a prince's doom,\n\nIt helps not, it prevails not: talk no more."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000231","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":15,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nO, then I see that madmen have no ears."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000232","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":16,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Romeo**\n\nHow should they, when that wise men have no eyes?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000233","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":17,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nLet me dispute with thee of thy estate."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000234","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":18,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Romeo**\n\nThou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:\n\nWert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,\n\nAn hour but married, Tybalt murdered,\n\nDoting like me and like me banished,\n\nThen mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,\n\nAnd fall upon the ground, as I do now,\n\nTaking the measure of an unmade grave.\n\nKnocking within"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000235","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":19,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nArise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000236","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":20,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Romeo**\n\nNot I; unless the breath of heartsick groans,\n\nMist-like, infold me from the search of eyes.\n\nKnocking"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000237","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":21,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nHark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, arise;\n\nThou wilt be taken. Stay awhile! Stand up;\n\nKnocking\n\nRun to my study. By and by! God's will,\n\nWhat simpleness is this! I come, I come!\n\nKnocking\n\nWho knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000238","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":22,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Nurse**\n\n```\nWithin\n```\n\nLet me come in, and you shall know\n\nmy errand;\n\nI come from Lady Juliet."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000239","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":23,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nWelcome, then.\n\n```\nEnter Nurse\n```\n\n"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800023a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":24,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Nurse**\n\nO holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,\n\nWhere is my lady's lord, where's Romeo?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800023b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":25,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nThere on the ground, with his own tears made drunk."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800023c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":26,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Nurse**\n\nO, he is even in my mistress' case,\n\nJust in her case! O woful sympathy!\n\nPiteous predicament! Even so lies she,\n\nBlubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.\n\nStand up, stand up; stand, and you be a man:\n\nFor Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;\n\nWhy should you fall into so deep an O?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800023d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":27,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Romeo**\n\nNurse!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800023e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":28,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Nurse**\n\nAh sir! ah sir! Well, death's the end of all."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800023f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":29,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Romeo**\n\nSpakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her?\n\nDoth she not think me an old murderer,\n\nNow I have stain'd the childhood of our joy\n\nWith blood removed but little from her own?\n\nWhere is she? and how doth she? and what says\n\nMy conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000240","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":30,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Nurse**\n\nO, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;\n\nAnd now falls on her bed; and then starts up,\n\nAnd Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,\n\nAnd then down falls again."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000241","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":31,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Romeo**\n\nAs if that name,\n\nShot from the deadly level of a gun,\n\nDid murder her; as that name's cursed hand\n\nMurder'd her kinsman. O, tell me, friar, tell me,\n\nIn what vile part of this anatomy\n\nDoth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack\n\nThe hateful mansion.\n\nDrawing his sword"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000242","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":32,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nHold thy desperate hand:\n\nArt thou a man? thy form cries out thou art:\n\nThy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote\n\nThe unreasonable fury of a beast:\n\nUnseemly woman in a seeming man!\n\nOr ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!\n\nThou hast amazed me: by my holy order,\n\nI thought thy disposition better temper'd.\n\nHast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?\n\nAnd stay thy lady too that lives in thee,\n\nBy doing damned hate upon thyself?\n\nWhy rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth?\n\nSince birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet\n\nIn thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose.\n\nFie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit;\n\nWhich, like a usurer, abound'st in all,\n\nAnd usest none in that true use indeed\n\nWhich should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit:\n\nThy noble shape is but a form of wax,\n\nDigressing from the valour of a man;\n\nThy dear love sworn but hollow perjury,\n\nKilling that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish;\n\nThy wit, that ornament to shape and love,\n\nMisshapen in the conduct of them both,\n\nLike powder in a skitless soldier's flask,\n\nIs set afire by thine own ignorance,\n\nAnd thou dismember'd with thine own defence.\n\nWhat, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,\n\nFor whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;\n\nThere art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,\n\nBut thou slew'st Tybalt; there are thou happy too:\n\nThe law that threaten'd death becomes thy friend\n\nAnd turns it to exile; there art thou happy:\n\nA pack of blessings lights up upon thy back;\n\nHappiness courts thee in her best array;\n\nBut, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,\n\nThou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:\n\nTake heed, take heed, for such die miserable.\n\nGo, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,\n\nAscend her chamber, hence and comfort her:\n\nBut look thou stay not till the watch be set,\n\nFor then thou canst not pass to Mantua;\n\nWhere thou shalt live, till we can find a time\n\nTo blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,\n\nBeg pardon of the prince, and call thee back\n\nWith twenty hundred thousand times more joy\n\nThan thou went'st forth in lamentation.\n\nGo before, nurse: commend me to thy lady;\n\nAnd bid her hasten all the house to bed,\n\nWhich heavy sorrow makes them apt unto:\n\nRomeo is coming."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000243","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":33,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Nurse**\n\nO Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night\n\nTo hear good counsel: O, what learning is!\n\nMy lord, I'll tell my lady you will come."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000244","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":34,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Romeo**\n\nDo so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000245","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":35,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Nurse**\n\nHere, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir:\n\nHie you, make haste, for it grows very late.\n\nExit"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000246","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":36,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Romeo**\n\nHow well my comfort is revived by this!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000247","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":37,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nGo hence; good night; and here stands all your state:\n\nEither be gone before the watch be set,\n\nOr by the break of day disguised from hence:\n\nSojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,\n\nAnd he shall signify from time to time\n\nEvery good hap to you that chances here:\n\nGive me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000248","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":38,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000222","content":"**Romeo**\n\nBut that a joy past joy calls out on me,\n\nIt were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell.\n\nExeunt"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000249","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cc","content":"## Act 3, Scene 4\n\nOn a sudden impulse, Capulet promises Paris that Juliet will marry him the day after tomorrow."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800024a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000249","content":"**Capulet**\n\nThings have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily,\n\nThat we have had no time to move our daughter:\n\nLook you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly,\n\nAnd so did I: Well, we were born to die.\n\n'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night:\n\nI promise you, but for your company,\n\nI would have been a-bed an hour ago."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800024b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000249","content":"**Paris**\n\nThese times of woe afford no time to woo.\n\nMadam, good night: commend me to your daughter."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800024c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000249","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nI will, and know her mind early to-morrow;\n\nTo-night she is mew'd up to her heaviness."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800024d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000249","content":"**Capulet**\n\nSir Paris, I will make a desperate tender\n\nOf my child's love: I think she will be ruled\n\nIn all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not.\n\nWife, go you to her ere you go to bed;\n\nAcquaint her here of my son Paris' love;\n\nAnd bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next \n\nBut, soft! what day is this?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800024e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000249","content":"**Paris**\n\nMonday, my lord,"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800024f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000249","content":"**Capulet**\n\nMonday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon,\n\nO' Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her,\n\nShe shall be married to this noble earl.\n\nWill you be ready? do you like this haste?\n\nWe'll keep no great ado, a friend or two;\n\nFor, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,\n\nIt may be thought we held him carelessly,\n\nBeing our kinsman, if we revel much:\n\nTherefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,\n\nAnd there an end. But what say you to Thursday?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000250","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":7,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000249","content":"**Paris**\n\nMy lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000251","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":8,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000249","content":"**Capulet**\n\nWell get you gone: o' Thursday be it, then.\n\nGo you to Juliet ere you go to bed,\n\nPrepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.\n\nFarewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho!\n\nAfore me! it is so very very late,\n\nThat we may call it early by and by.\n\nGood night.\n\nExeunt"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580001cc","content":"## Act 3, Scene 5\n\nJust before dawn Romeo is preparing to leave, but Juliet declares that it's still night, so he can stay. Romeo offers to stay and die, but Juliet urges him to leave...\n\nThe Nurse hurries in with the news that Juliet's mother is coming. Romeo kisses Juliet and leaps out the window. Juliet asks if they will ever see each other again; Romeo is sure they will, but Juliet is full of foreboding...\n\nLady Capulet, assuming that Juliet is weeping for Tybalt, tells her that she's grieving too much, then decides that Juliet must be weeping because revenge has not been taken upon Romeo. Lady Capulet expresses her hatred of Romeo and Juliet appears to agree with her, though what she really means is that she loves Romeo. Lady Capulet then delivers news which she thinks ought to cheer up Juliet she is to be married to Paris. Juliet declares that she will not. Lady Capulet replies that Juliet's father is coming, so Juliet ought to tell him that she won't marry Paris, if she dares...\n\nLady Capulet tells Capulet that Juliet has refused to marry Paris. Enraged, Capulet threatens to throw her out of the house if she doesn't change her mind. Juliet pleads with her mother to intervene, but Lady Capulet refuses...\n\nJuliet asks the Nurse for advice, and she tells Juliet that she ought to marry Paris because Romeo can never come back and Paris is better looking, anyway. Juliet pretends to accept the Nurse's advice but decides that she will go to Friar Laurence for his advice. If he can't help her, she will kill herself."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000253","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nWilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:\n\nIt was the nightingale, and not the lark,\n\nThat pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;\n\nNightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:\n\nBelieve me, love, it was the nightingale."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000254","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Romeo**\n\nIt was the lark, the herald of the morn,\n\nNo nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks\n\nDo lace the severing clouds in yonder east:\n\nNight's candles are burnt out, and jocund day\n\nStands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.\n\nI must be gone and live, or stay and die."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000255","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nYon light is not day-light, I know it, I:\n\nIt is some meteor that the sun exhales,\n\nTo be to thee this night a torch-bearer,\n\nAnd light thee on thy way to Mantua:\n\nTherefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000256","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Romeo**\n\nLet me be ta'en, let me be put to death;\n\nI am content, so thou wilt have it so.\n\nI'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,\n\n'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;\n\nNor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat\n\nThe vaulty heaven so high above our heads:\n\nI have more care to stay than will to go:\n\nCome, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.\n\nHow is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000257","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nIt is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away!\n\nIt is the lark that sings so out of tune,\n\nStraining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.\n\nSome say the lark makes sweet division;\n\nThis doth not so, for she divideth us:\n\nSome say the lark and loathed toad change eyes,\n\nO, now I would they had changed voices too!\n\nSince arm from arm that voice doth us affray,\n\nHunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day,\n\nO, now be gone; more light and light it grows."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000258","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Romeo**\n\nMore light and light; more dark and dark our woes!\n\nEnter Nurse, to the chamber"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000259","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":7,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Nurse**\n\nMadam!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800025a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":8,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nNurse?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800025b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":9,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Nurse**\n\nYour lady mother is coming to your chamber:\n\nThe day is broke; be wary, look about.\n\nExit"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800025c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":10,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nThen, window, let day in, and let life out."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800025d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":11,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Romeo**\n\nFarewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.\n\nHe goeth down"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800025e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":12,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nArt thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend!\n\nI must hear from thee every day in the hour,\n\nFor in a minute there are many days:\n\nO, by this count I shall be much in years\n\nEre I again behold my Romeo!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800025f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":13,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Romeo**\n\nFarewell!\n\nI will omit no opportunity\n\nThat may convey my greetings, love, to thee."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000260","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":14,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nO think'st thou we shall ever meet again?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000261","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":15,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Romeo**\n\nI doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve\n\nFor sweet discourses in our time to come."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000262","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":16,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nO God, I have an ill-divining soul!\n\nMethinks I see thee, now thou art below,\n\nAs one dead in the bottom of a tomb:\n\nEither my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000263","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":17,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Romeo**\n\nAnd trust me, love, in my eye so do you:\n\nDry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!\n\nExit"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000264","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":18,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nO fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:\n\nIf thou art fickle, what dost thou with him.\n\nThat is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune;\n\nFor then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,\n\nBut send him back."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000265","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":19,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\n[Within]Ho, daughter! are you up?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000266","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":20,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nWho is't that calls? is it my lady mother?\n\nIs she not down so late, or up so early?\n\nWhat unaccustom'd cause procures her hither?\n\nEnter Lady Capulet"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000267","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":21,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nWhy, how now, Juliet!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000268","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":22,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nMadam, I am not well."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000269","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":23,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nEvermore weeping for your cousin's death?\n\nWhat, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?\n\nAn if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;\n\nTherefore, have done: some grief shows much of love;\n\nBut much of grief shows still some want of wit."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800026a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":24,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nYet let me weep for such a feeling loss."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800026b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":25,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nSo shall you feel the loss, but not the friend\n\nWhich you weep for."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800026c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":26,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nFeeling so the loss,\n\nCannot choose but ever weep the friend."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800026d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":27,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nWell, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death,\n\nAs that the villain lives which slaughter'd him."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800026e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":28,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nWhat villain madam?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800026f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":29,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nThat same villain, Romeo."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000270","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":30,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\n```\nAside\n```\n\nVillain and he be many miles asunder.\n\nGod Pardon him! I do, with all my heart;\n\nAnd yet no man like he doth grieve my heart."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000271","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":31,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nThat is, because the traitor murderer lives."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000272","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":32,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nAy, madam, from the reach of these my hands:\n\nWould none but I might venge my cousin's death!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000273","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":33,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nWe will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:\n\nThen weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,\n\nWhere that same banish'd runagate doth live,\n\nShall give him such an unaccustom'd dram,\n\nThat he shall soon keep Tybalt company:\n\nAnd then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000274","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":34,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nIndeed, I never shall be satisfied\n\nWith Romeo, till I behold him dead \n\nIs my poor heart for a kinsman vex'd.\n\nMadam, if you could find out but a man\n\nTo bear a poison, I would temper it;\n\nThat Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,\n\nSoon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors\n\nTo hear him named, and cannot come to him.\n\nTo wreak the love I bore my cousin\n\nUpon his body that slaughter'd him!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000275","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":35,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nFind thou the means, and I'll find such a man.\n\nBut now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000276","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":36,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nAnd joy comes well in such a needy time:\n\nWhat are they, I beseech your ladyship?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000277","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":37,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nWell, well, thou hast a careful father, child;\n\nOne who, to put thee from thy heaviness,\n\nHath sorted out a sudden day of joy,\n\nThat thou expect'st not nor I look'd not for."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000278","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":38,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nMadam, in happy time, what day is that?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000279","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":39,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nMarry, my child, early next Thursday morn,\n\nThe gallant, young and noble gentleman,\n\nThe County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church,\n\nShall happily make thee there a joyful bride."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800027a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":40,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nNow, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too,\n\nHe shall not make me there a joyful bride.\n\nI wonder at this haste; that I must wed\n\nEre he, that should be husband, comes to woo.\n\nI pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,\n\nI will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear,\n\nIt shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,\n\nRather than Paris. These are news indeed!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800027b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":41,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nHere comes your father; tell him so yourself,\n\nAnd see how he will take it at your hands.\n\nEnter Capulet and Nurse"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800027c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":42,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Capulet**\n\nWhen the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;\n\nBut for the sunset of my brother's son\n\nIt rains downright.\n\nHow now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears?\n\nEvermore showering? In one little body\n\nThou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind;\n\nFor still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,\n\nDo ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,\n\nSailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;\n\nWho, raging with thy tears, and they with them,\n\nWithout a sudden calm, will overset\n\nThy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife!\n\nHave you deliver'd to her our decree?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800027d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":43,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nAy, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.\n\nI would the fool were married to her grave!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800027e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":44,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Capulet**\n\nSoft! take me with you, take me with you, wife.\n\nHow! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?\n\nIs she not proud? doth she not count her blest,\n\nUnworthy as she is, that we have wrought\n\nSo worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800027f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":45,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nNot proud, you have; but thankful, that you have:\n\nProud can I never be of what I hate;\n\nBut thankful even for hate, that is meant love."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000280","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":46,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Capulet**\n\nHow now, how now, chop-logic! What is this?\n\n'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not;'\n\nAnd yet 'not proud,' mistress minion, you,\n\nThank me no thankings, nor, proud me no prouds,\n\nBut fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,\n\nTo go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church,\n\nOr I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.\n\nOut, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage!\n\nYou tallow-face!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000281","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":47,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nFie, fie! what, are you mad?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000282","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":48,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nGood father, I beseech you on my knees,\n\nHear me with patience but to speak a word."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000283","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":49,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Capulet**\n\nHang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!\n\nI tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday,\n\nOr never after look me in the face:\n\nSpeak not, reply not, do not answer me;\n\nMy fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest\n\nThat God had lent us but this only child;\n\nBut now I see this one is one too much,\n\nAnd that we have a curse in having her:\n\nOut on her, hilding!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000284","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":50,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Nurse**\n\nGod in heaven bless her!\n\nYou are to blame, my lord, to rate her so."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000285","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":51,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Capulet**\n\nAnd why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,\n\nGood prudence; smatter with your gossips, go."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000286","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":52,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Nurse**\n\nI speak no treason."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000287","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":53,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Capulet**\n\nO, God ye god-den."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000288","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":54,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Nurse**\n\nMay not one speak?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000289","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":55,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Capulet**\n\nPeace, you mumbling fool!\n\nUtter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl;\n\nFor here we need it not."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800028a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":56,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nYou are too hot."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800028b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":57,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Capulet**\n\nGod's bread! it makes me mad:\n\nDay, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,\n\nAlone, in company, still my care hath been\n\nTo have her match'd: and having now provided\n\nA gentleman of noble parentage,\n\nOf fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,\n\nStuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts,\n\nProportion'd as one's thought would wish a man;\n\nAnd then to have a wretched puling fool,\n\nA whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,\n\nTo answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love,\n\nI am too young; I pray you, pardon me.'\n\nBut, as you will not wed, I'll pardon you:\n\nGraze where you will you shall not house with me:\n\nLook to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.\n\nThursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise:\n\nAn you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;\n\nAnd you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in\n\nthe streets,\n\nFor, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,\n\nNor what is mine shall never do thee good:\n\nTrust to't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn.\n\nExit"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800028c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":58,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nIs there no pity sitting in the clouds,\n\nThat sees into the bottom of my grief?\n\nO, sweet my mother, cast me not away!\n\nDelay this marriage for a month, a week;\n\nOr, if you do not, make the bridal bed\n\nIn that dim monument where Tybalt lies."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800028d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":59,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nTalk not to me, for I'll not speak a word:\n\nDo as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.\n\nExit"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800028e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":60,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nO God!O nurse, how shall this be prevented?\n\nMy husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;\n\nHow shall that faith return again to earth,\n\nUnless that husband send it me from heaven\n\nBy leaving earth? comfort me, counsel me.\n\nAlack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems\n\nUpon so soft a subject as myself!\n\nWhat say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy?\n\nSome comfort, nurse."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800028f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":61,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Nurse**\n\nFaith, here it is.\n\nRomeo is banish'd; and all the world to nothing,\n\nThat he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;\n\nOr, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.\n\nThen, since the case so stands as now it doth,\n\nI think it best you married with the county.\n\nO, he's a lovely gentleman!\n\nRomeo's a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam,\n\nHath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye\n\nAs Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,\n\nI think you are happy in this second match,\n\nFor it excels your first: or if it did not,\n\nYour first is dead; or 'twere as good he were,\n\nAs living here and you no use of him."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000290","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":62,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nSpeakest thou from thy heart?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000291","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":63,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Nurse**\n\nAnd from my soul too;\n\nOr else beshrew them both."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000292","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":64,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nAmen!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000293","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":65,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Nurse**\n\nWhat?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000294","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":66,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nWell, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.\n\nGo in: and tell my lady I am gone,\n\nHaving displeased my father, to Laurence' cell,\n\nTo make confession and to be absolved."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000295","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":67,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Nurse**\n\nMarry, I will; and this is wisely done.\n\nExit"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000296","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":68,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000252","content":"**Juliet**\n\nAncient damnation! O most wicked fiend!\n\nIs it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,\n\nOr to dispraise my lord with that same tongue\n\nWhich she hath praised him with above compare\n\nSo many thousand times? Go, counsellor;\n\nThou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.\n\nI'll to the friar, to know his remedy:\n\nIf all else fail, myself have power to die.\n\nExit"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000297","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":null,"content":"# ACT IV\n\nIn despair, Juliet seeks Friar Lawrence's advice. He gives her a sleeping potion, which for a time will cause her to appear dead. Thus, on the day of her supposed marriage to Paris, she will be carried to the family vault. By the time she awakens, Romeo will be summoned to the vault and take her away to Mantua."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000297","content":"## Act 4, Scene 1\n\nAs Paris is making arrangements with Friar Laurence to perform the wedding ceremony between himself and Juliet, she appears. Paris tries to tease some sign of affection out of Juliet and reminds her that they are to be married on Thursday...\n\nJuliet says that she will kill herself rather than marry Paris, and the Friar comes up with the plan for her to take the drug which will make her appear dead for 42 hours, so that the wedding will be called off and Romeo can come and take her to Mantua."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000299","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nOn Thursday, sir? the time is very short."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800029a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Paris**\n\nMy father Capulet will have it so;\n\nAnd I am nothing slow to slack his haste."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800029b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nYou say you do not know the lady's mind:\n\nUneven is the course, I like it not."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800029c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Paris**\n\nImmoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,\n\nAnd therefore have I little talk'd of love;\n\nFor Venus smiles not in a house of tears.\n\nNow, sir, her father counts it dangerous\n\nThat she doth give her sorrow so much sway,\n\nAnd in his wisdom hastes our marriage,\n\nTo stop the inundation of her tears;\n\nWhich, too much minded by herself alone,\n\nMay be put from her by society:\n\nNow do you know the reason of this haste."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800029d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\n```\nAside\n```\n\nI would I knew not why it should be slow'd.\n\nLook, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.\n\n```\nEnter Juliet\n```\n\n"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800029e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Paris**\n\nHappily met, my lady and my wife!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800029f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":7,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Juliet**\n\nThat may be, sir, when I may be a wife."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002a0","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":8,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Paris**\n\nThat may be must be, love, on Thursday next."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002a1","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":9,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Juliet**\n\nWhat must be shall be."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002a2","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":10,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nThat's a certain text."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002a3","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":11,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Paris**\n\nCome you to make confession to this father?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002a4","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":12,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Juliet**\n\nTo answer that, I should confess to you."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002a5","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":13,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Paris**\n\nDo not deny to him that you love me."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002a6","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":14,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Juliet**\n\nI will confess to you that I love him."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002a7","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":15,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Paris**\n\nSo will ye, I am sure, that you love me."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002a8","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":16,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Juliet**\n\nIf I do so, it will be of more price,\n\nBeing spoke behind your back, than to your face."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002a9","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":17,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Paris**\n\nPoor soul, thy face is much abused with tears."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002aa","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":18,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Juliet**\n\nThe tears have got small victory by that;\n\nFor it was bad enough before their spite."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ab","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":19,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Paris**\n\nThou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ac","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":20,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Juliet**\n\nThat is no slander, sir, which is a truth;\n\nAnd what I spake, I spake it to my face."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ad","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":21,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Paris**\n\nThy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ae","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":22,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Juliet**\n\nIt may be so, for it is not mine own.\n\nAre you at leisure, holy father, now;\n\nOr shall I come to you at evening mass?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002af","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":23,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nMy leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.\n\nMy lord, we must entreat the time alone."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002b0","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":24,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Paris**\n\nGod shield I should disturb devotion!\n\nJuliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye:\n\nTill then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.\n\nExit"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002b1","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":25,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Juliet**\n\nO shut the door! and when thou hast done so,\n\nCome weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002b2","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":26,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nAh, Juliet, I already know thy grief;\n\nIt strains me past the compass of my wits:\n\nI hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,\n\nOn Thursday next be married to this county."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002b3","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":27,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Juliet**\n\nTell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,\n\nUnless thou tell me how I may prevent it:\n\nIf, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,\n\nDo thou but call my resolution wise,\n\nAnd with this knife I'll help it presently.\n\nGod join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;\n\nAnd ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,\n\nShall be the label to another deed,\n\nOr my true heart with treacherous revolt\n\nTurn to another, this shall slay them both:\n\nTherefore, out of thy long-experienced time,\n\nGive me some present counsel, or, behold,\n\n'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife\n\nShall play the umpire, arbitrating that\n\nWhich the commission of thy years and art\n\nCould to no issue of true honour bring.\n\nBe not so long to speak; I long to die,\n\nIf what thou speak'st speak not of remedy."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002b4","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":28,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nHold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope,\n\nWhich craves as desperate an execution.\n\nAs that is desperate which we would prevent.\n\nIf, rather than to marry County Paris,\n\nThou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,\n\nThen is it likely thou wilt undertake\n\nA thing like death to chide away this shame,\n\nThat copest with death himself to scape from it:\n\nAnd, if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002b5","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":29,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Juliet**\n\nO, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,\n\nFrom off the battlements of yonder tower;\n\nOr walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk\n\nWhere serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;\n\nOr shut me nightly in a charnel-house,\n\nO'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,\n\nWith reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;\n\nOr bid me go into a new-made grave\n\nAnd hide me with a dead man in his shroud;\n\nThings that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;\n\nAnd I will do it without fear or doubt,\n\nTo live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002b6","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":30,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nHold, then; go home, be merry, give consent\n\nTo marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow:\n\nTo-morrow night look that thou lie alone;\n\nLet not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:\n\nTake thou this vial, being then in bed,\n\nAnd this distilled liquor drink thou off;\n\nWhen presently through all thy veins shall run\n\nA cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse\n\nShall keep his native progress, but surcease:\n\nNo warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest;\n\nThe roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade\n\nTo paly ashes, thy eyes' windows fall,\n\nLike death, when he shuts up the day of life;\n\nEach part, deprived of supple government,\n\nShall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death:\n\nAnd in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death\n\nThou shalt continue two and forty hours,\n\nAnd then awake as from a pleasant sleep.\n\nNow, when the bridegroom in the morning comes\n\nTo rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:\n\nThen, as the manner of our country is,\n\nIn thy best robes uncover'd on the bier\n\nThou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault\n\nWhere all the kindred of the Capulets lie.\n\nIn the mean time, against thou shalt awake,\n\nShall Romeo by my letters know our drift,\n\nAnd hither shall he come: and he and I\n\nWill watch thy waking, and that very night\n\nShall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.\n\nAnd this shall free thee from this present shame;\n\nIf no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,\n\nAbate thy valour in the acting it."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002b7","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":31,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Juliet**\n\nGive me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002b8","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":32,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nHold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous\n\nIn this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed\n\nTo Mantua, with my letters to thy lord."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002b9","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":33,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000298","content":"**Juliet**\n\nLove give me strength! and strength shall help afford.\n\nFarewell, dear father!\n\nExeunt"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ba","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000297","content":"## Act 4, Scene 2\n\nCapulet is making arrangements for the wedding feast when Juliet appears, begs her father's pardon, and tells him that she will marry Paris. This makes Capulet so happy that he moves the wedding up to the very next day, Wednesday."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002bb","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ba","content":"**Capulet**\n\nSo many guests invite as here are writ.\n\nExit First Servant\n\nSirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002bc","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ba","content":"**Second Servant**\n\nYou shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they\n\ncan lick their fingers."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002bd","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ba","content":"**Capulet**\n\nHow canst thou try them so?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002be","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ba","content":"**Second Servant**\n\nMarry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his\n\nown fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his\n\nfingers goes not with me."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002bf","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ba","content":"**Capulet**\n\nGo, be gone.\n\nExit Second Servant\n\nWe shall be much unfurnished for this time.\n\nWhat, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002c0","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ba","content":"**Nurse**\n\nAy, forsooth."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002c1","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":7,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ba","content":"**Capulet**\n\nWell, he may chance to do some good on her:\n\nA peevish self-will'd harlotry it is."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002c2","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":8,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ba","content":"**Nurse**\n\nSee where she comes from shrift with merry look.\n\n```\nEnter Juliet\n```\n\n"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002c3","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":9,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ba","content":"**Capulet**\n\nHow now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002c4","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":10,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ba","content":"**Juliet**\n\nWhere I have learn'd me to repent the sin\n\nOf disobedient opposition\n\nTo you and your behests, and am enjoin'd\n\nBy holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,\n\nAnd beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you!\n\nHenceforward I am ever ruled by you."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002c5","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":11,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ba","content":"**Capulet**\n\nSend for the county; go tell him of this:\n\nI'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002c6","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":12,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ba","content":"**Juliet**\n\nI met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;\n\nAnd gave him what becomed love I might,\n\nNot step o'er the bounds of modesty."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002c7","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":13,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ba","content":"**Capulet**\n\nWhy, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up:\n\nThis is as't should be. Let me see the county;\n\nAy, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.\n\nNow, afore God! this reverend holy friar,\n\nOur whole city is much bound to him."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002c8","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":14,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ba","content":"**Juliet**\n\nNurse, will you go with me into my closet,\n\nTo help me sort such needful ornaments\n\nAs you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002c9","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":15,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ba","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nNo, not till Thursday; there is time enough."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ca","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":16,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ba","content":"**Capulet**\n\nGo, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow.\n\nExeunt Juliet and Nurse"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002cb","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":17,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ba","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nWe shall be short in our provision:\n\n'Tis now near night."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002cc","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":18,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ba","content":"**Capulet**\n\nTush, I will stir about,\n\nAnd all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife:\n\nGo thou to Juliet, help to deck up her;\n\nI'll not to bed to-night; let me alone;\n\nI'll play the housewife for this once. What, ho!\n\nThey are all forth. Well, I will walk myself\n\nTo County Paris, to prepare him up\n\nAgainst to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light,\n\nSince this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.\n\nExeunt"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002cd","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000297","content":"## Act 4, Scene 3\n\nJuliet persuades her mother and the Nurse to leave her alone. She agonizes over everything that could go wrong, is terrified by visions of the grave, and drinks to Romeo."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ce","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002cd","content":"**Juliet**\n\nAy, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse,\n\nI pray thee, leave me to my self to-night,\n\nFor I have need of many orisons\n\nTo move the heavens to smile upon my state,\n\nWhich, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin.\n\nEnter Lady Capulet"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002cf","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002cd","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nWhat, are you busy, ho? need you my help?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002d0","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002cd","content":"**Juliet**\n\nNo, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries\n\nAs are behoveful for our state to-morrow:\n\nSo please you, let me now be left alone,\n\nAnd let the nurse this night sit up with you;\n\nFor, I am sure, you have your hands full all,\n\nIn this so sudden business."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002d1","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002cd","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nGood night:\n\nGet thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.\n\nExeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002d2","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002cd","content":"**Juliet**\n\nFarewell! God knows when we shall meet again.\n\nI have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,\n\nThat almost freezes up the heat of life:\n\nI'll call them back again to comfort me:\n\nNurse! What should she do here?\n\nMy dismal scene I needs must act alone.\n\nCome, vial.\n\nWhat if this mixture do not work at all?\n\nShall I be married then to-morrow morning?\n\nNo, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there.\n\nLaying down her dagger\n\nWhat if it be a poison, which the friar\n\nSubtly hath minister'd to have me dead,\n\nLest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,\n\nBecause he married me before to Romeo?\n\nI fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not,\n\nFor he hath still been tried a holy man.\n\nHow if, when I am laid into the tomb,\n\nI wake before the time that Romeo\n\nCome to redeem me? there's a fearful point!\n\nShall I not, then, be stifled in the vault,\n\nTo whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,\n\nAnd there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?\n\nOr, if I live, is it not very like,\n\nThe horrible conceit of death and night,\n\nTogether with the terror of the place,\n\nAs in a vault, an ancient receptacle,\n\nWhere, for these many hundred years, the bones\n\nOf all my buried ancestors are packed:\n\nWhere bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,\n\nLies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,\n\nAt some hours in the night spirits resort;\n\nAlack, alack, is it not like that I,\n\nSo early waking, what with loathsome smells,\n\nAnd shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,\n\nThat living mortals, hearing them, run mad:\n\nO, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,\n\nEnvironed with all these hideous fears?\n\nAnd madly play with my forefather's joints?\n\nAnd pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?\n\nAnd, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,\n\nAs with a club, dash out my desperate brains?\n\nO, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost\n\nSeeking out Romeo, that did spit his body\n\nUpon a rapier's point: stay, Tybalt, stay!\n\nRomeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.\n\nShe falls upon her bed, within the curtains"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002d3","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000297","content":"## Act 4, Scene 4\n\nThe Capulets and their servants are busily preparing for the wedding. Paris' musicians are heard, and Capulet sends the Nurse to awaken Juliet."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002d4","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002d3","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nHold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002d5","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002d3","content":"**Nurse**\n\nThey call for dates and quinces in the pastry.\n\n```\nEnter Capulet\n```\n\n"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002d6","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002d3","content":"**Capulet**\n\nCome, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd,\n\nThe curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:\n\nLook to the baked meats, good Angelica:\n\nSpare not for the cost."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002d7","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002d3","content":"**Nurse**\n\nGo, you cot-quean, go,\n\nGet you to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrow\n\nFor this night's watching."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002d8","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002d3","content":"**Capulet**\n\nNo, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now\n\nAll night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002d9","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002d3","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nAy, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;\n\nBut I will watch you from such watching now.\n\nExeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002da","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":7,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002d3","content":"**Capulet**\n\nA jealous hood, a jealous hood!\n\nEnter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets\n\nNow, fellow,\n\nWhat's there?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002db","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":8,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002d3","content":"**First Servant**\n\nThings for the cook, sir; but I know not what."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002dc","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":9,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002d3","content":"**Capulet**\n\nMake haste, make haste.\n\nExit First Servant\n\nSirrah, fetch drier logs:\n\nCall Peter, he will show thee where they are."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002dd","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":10,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002d3","content":"**Second Servant**\n\nI have a head, sir, that will find out logs,\n\nAnd never trouble Peter for the matter.\n\nExit"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002de","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":11,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002d3","content":"**Capulet**\n\nMass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!\n\nThou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day:\n\nThe county will be here with music straight,\n\nFor so he said he would: I hear him near.\n\nMusic within\n\nNurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say!\n\nRe-enter Nurse\n\nGo waken Juliet, go and trim her up;\n\nI'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste,\n\nMake haste; the bridegroom he is come already:\n\nMake haste, I say.\n\nExeunt"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000297","content":"## Act 4, Scene 5\n\nThe Nurse tries to awaken Juliet, but finds that she is (apparently) dead. Lady Capulet and Capulet come running, then lament their daughter's death...\n\nThe rest of the wedding party arrives, only to find that Juliet is dead and hear the clamor of lamentation. Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris, and the Nurse go nearly wild with grief, but Friar Laurence takes command of the situation by reminding everyone that Juliet is now in a better place, and telling them proceed with her funeral...\n\nAs the musicians are starting to leave, Peter rushes in and demands that they play a sad song to cheer him up. They refuse, Peter insults them with a riddle, and they all leave to wait for lunch."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002e0","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Nurse**\n\nMistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:\n\nWhy, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed!\n\nWhy, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride!\n\nWhat, not a word? you take your pennyworths now;\n\nSleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,\n\nThe County Paris hath set up his rest,\n\nThat you shall rest but little. God forgive me,\n\nMarry, and amen, how sound is she asleep!\n\nI must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam!\n\nAy, let the county take you in your bed;\n\nHe'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?\n\nUndraws the curtains\n\nWhat, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!\n\nI must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady!\n\nAlas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead!\n\nO, well-a-day, that ever I was born!\n\nSome aqua vitae, ho! My lord! my lady!\n\nEnter Lady Capulet"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002e1","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nWhat noise is here?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002e2","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Nurse**\n\nO lamentable day!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002e3","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nWhat is the matter?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002e4","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Nurse**\n\nLook, look! O heavy day!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002e5","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nO me, O me! My child, my only life,\n\nRevive, look up, or I will die with thee!\n\nHelp, help! Call help.\n\n```\nEnter Capulet\n```\n\n"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002e6","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":7,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Capulet**\n\nFor shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002e7","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":8,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Nurse**\n\nShe's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002e8","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":9,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nAlack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002e9","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":10,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Capulet**\n\nHa! let me see her: out, alas! she's cold:\n\nHer blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;\n\nLife and these lips have long been separated:\n\nDeath lies on her like an untimely frost\n\nUpon the sweetest flower of all the field."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ea","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":11,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Nurse**\n\nO lamentable day!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002eb","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":12,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\n O woful time!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ec","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":13,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Capulet**\n\nDeath, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,\n\nTies up my tongue, and will not let me speak.\n\nEnter Friar Laurence and Paris, with Musicians"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ed","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":14,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nCome, is the bride ready to go to church?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ee","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":15,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Capulet**\n\nReady to go, but never to return.\n\nO son! the night before thy wedding-day\n\nHath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies,\n\nFlower as she was, deflowered by him.\n\nDeath is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;\n\nMy daughter he hath wedded: I will die,\n\nAnd leave him all; life, living, all is Death's."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ef","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":16,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Paris**\n\nHave I thought long to see this morning's face,\n\nAnd doth it give me such a sight as this?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002f0","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":17,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nAccursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!\n\nMost miserable hour that e'er time saw\n\nIn lasting labour of his pilgrimage!\n\nBut one, poor one, one poor and loving child,\n\nBut one thing to rejoice and solace in,\n\nAnd cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002f1","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":18,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Nurse**\n\nO woe! O woful, woful, woful day!\n\nMost lamentable day, most woful day,\n\nThat ever, ever, I did yet behold!\n\nO day! O day! O day! O hateful day!\n\nNever was seen so black a day as this:\n\nO woful day, O woful day!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002f2","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":19,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Paris**\n\nBeguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!\n\nMost detestable death, by thee beguil'd,\n\nBy cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!\n\nO love! O life! not life, but love in death!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002f3","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":20,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Capulet**\n\nDespised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!\n\nUncomfortable time, why camest thou now\n\nTo murder, murder our solemnity?\n\nO child! O child! my soul, and not my child!\n\nDead art thou! Alack! my child is dead;\n\nAnd with my child my joys are buried."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002f4","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":21,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nPeace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not\n\nIn these confusions. Heaven and yourself\n\nHad part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,\n\nAnd all the better is it for the maid:\n\nYour part in her you could not keep from death,\n\nBut heaven keeps his part in eternal life.\n\nThe most you sought was her promotion;\n\nFor 'twas your heaven she should be advanced:\n\nAnd weep ye now, seeing she is advanced\n\nAbove the clouds, as high as heaven itself?\n\nO, in this love, you love your child so ill,\n\nThat you run mad, seeing that she is well:\n\nShe's not well married that lives married long;\n\nBut she's best married that dies married young.\n\nDry up your tears, and stick your rosemary\n\nOn this fair corse; and, as the custom is,\n\nIn all her best array bear her to church:\n\nFor though fond nature bids us an lament,\n\nYet nature's tears are reason's merriment."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002f5","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":22,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Capulet**\n\nAll things that we ordained festival,\n\nTurn from their office to black funeral;\n\nOur instruments to melancholy bells,\n\nOur wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,\n\nOur solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,\n\nOur bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,\n\nAnd all things change them to the contrary."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002f6","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":23,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nSir, go you in; and, madam, go with him;\n\nAnd go, Sir Paris; every one prepare\n\nTo follow this fair corse unto her grave:\n\nThe heavens do lour upon you for some ill;\n\nMove them no more by crossing their high will.\n\nExeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris, and Friar Laurence"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002f7","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":24,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**First Musician**\n\nFaith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002f8","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":25,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Nurse**\n\nHonest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up;\n\nFor, well you know, this is a pitiful case.\n\nExit"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002f9","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":26,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**First Musician**\n\nAy, by my troth, the case may be amended.\n\n```\nEnter Peter\n```\n\n"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002fa","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":27,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Peter**\n\nMusicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's\n\nease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002fb","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":28,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**First Musician**\n\nWhy 'Heart's ease?'"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002fc","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":29,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Peter**\n\nO, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My\n\nheart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump,\n\nto comfort me."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002fd","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":30,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**First Musician**\n\nNot a dump we; 'tis no time to play now."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002fe","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":31,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Peter**\n\nYou will not, then?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b557580002ff","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":32,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**First Musician**\n\nNo."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000300","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":33,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Peter**\n\nI will then give it you soundly."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000301","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":34,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**First Musician**\n\nWhat will you give us?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000302","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":35,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Peter**\n\nNo money, on my faith, but the gleek;\n\nI will give you the minstrel."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000303","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":36,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**First Musician**\n\nThen I will give you the serving-creature."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000304","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":37,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Peter**\n\nThen will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on\n\nyour pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you,\n\nI'll fa you; do you note me?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000305","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":38,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**First Musician**\n\nAn you re us and fa us, you note us."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000306","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":39,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Second Musician**\n\nPray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000307","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":40,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Peter**\n\nThen have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you\n\nwith an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer\n\nme like men:\n\n'When griping grief the heart doth wound,\n\nAnd doleful dumps the mind oppress,\n\nThen music with her silver sound'\n\nwhy 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver\n\nsound'? What say you, Simon Catling?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000308","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":41,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Musician**\n\nMarry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000309","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":42,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Peter**\n\nPretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800030a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":43,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Second Musician**\n\nI say 'silver sound,' because musicians sound for silver."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800030b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":44,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Peter**\n\nPretty too! What say you, James Soundpost?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800030c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":45,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Third Musician**\n\nFaith, I know not what to say."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800030d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":46,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Peter**\n\nO, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say\n\nfor you. It is 'music with her silver sound,'\n\nbecause musicians have no gold for sounding:\n\n'Then music with her silver sound\n\nWith speedy help doth lend redress.'\n\nExit"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800030e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":47,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**First Musician**\n\nWhat a pestilent knave is this same!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800030f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":48,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b557580002df","content":"**Second Musician**\n\nHang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the\n\nmourners, and stay dinner.\n\nExeunt\n\n\n\n Shakespeare homepage"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000310","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":null,"content":"# ACT V\n\nThe Friar's letter fails to reach Romeo. When he hears of Juliet's death, Romeo procures a poison from an apothecary and returns to Verona to say his last farewell to his deceased wife and die by her side. In the tomb, Romeo encounters Paris, who has come to strew flowers on Juliet's grave. Paris challenges Romeo, they fight, Paris is killed.\n\nThen at Juliet's side, Romeo drinks the poison and dies. When Juliet awakens from her deep sleep, she realizes Romeo's error and kills herself with his dagger. The Lords of the houses find their children, and grieve. The Prince rebukes the Capulets and Montagues for their bloody feud, and they decide to reconcile as a result of the deaths of their children."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000311","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000310","content":"## Act 5, Scene 1\n\nRomeo expects good news from Verona, but receives the news that Juliet is dead. He buys poison of an apothocary and says that he intends to return to Verona and join Juliet in death."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000312","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000311","content":"**Romeo**\n\nIf I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,\n\nMy dreams presage some joyful news at hand:\n\nMy bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;\n\nAnd all this day an unaccustom'd spirit\n\nLifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.\n\nI dreamt my lady came and found me dead\n\nStrange dream, that gives a dead man leave\n\nto think!\n\nAnd breathed such life with kisses in my lips,\n\nThat I revived, and was an emperor.\n\nAh me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,\n\nWhen but love's shadows are so rich in joy!\n\nEnter Balthasar, booted\n\nNews from Verona! How now, Balthasar!\n\nDost thou not bring me letters from the friar?\n\nHow doth my lady? Is my father well?\n\nHow fares my Juliet? that I ask again;\n\nFor nothing can be ill, if she be well."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000313","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000311","content":"**Balthasar**\n\nThen she is well, and nothing can be ill:\n\nHer body sleeps in Capel's monument,\n\nAnd her immortal part with angels lives.\n\nI saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,\n\nAnd presently took post to tell it you:\n\nO, pardon me for bringing these ill news,\n\nSince you did leave it for my office, sir."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000314","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000311","content":"**Romeo**\n\nIs it even so? then I defy you, stars!\n\nThou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper,\n\nAnd hire post-horses; I will hence to-night."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000315","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000311","content":"**Balthasar**\n\nI do beseech you, sir, have patience:\n\nYour looks are pale and wild, and do import\n\nSome misadventure."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000316","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000311","content":"**Romeo**\n\nTush, thou art deceived:\n\nLeave me, and do the thing I bid thee do.\n\nHast thou no letters to me from the friar?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000317","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000311","content":"**Balthasar**\n\nNo, my good lord."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000318","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":7,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000311","content":"**Romeo**\n\nNo matter: get thee gone,\n\nAnd hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.\n\nExit Balthasar\n\nWell, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.\n\nLet's see for means: O mischief, thou art swift\n\nTo enter in the thoughts of desperate men!\n\nI do remember an apothecary,\n\nAnd hereabouts he dwells, which late I noted\n\nIn tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,\n\nCulling of simples; meagre were his looks,\n\nSharp misery had worn him to the bones:\n\nAnd in his needy shop a tortoise hung,\n\nAn alligator stuff'd, and other skins\n\nOf ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves\n\nA beggarly account of empty boxes,\n\nGreen earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds,\n\nRemnants of packthread and old cakes of roses,\n\nWere thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.\n\nNoting this penury, to myself I said\n\n'An if a man did need a poison now,\n\nWhose sale is present death in Mantua,\n\nHere lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.'\n\nO, this same thought did but forerun my need;\n\nAnd this same needy man must sell it me.\n\nAs I remember, this should be the house.\n\nBeing holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.\n\nWhat, ho! apothecary!\n\n```\nEnter Apothecary\n```\n\n"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000319","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":8,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000311","content":"**Apothecary**\n\nWho calls so loud?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800031a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":9,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000311","content":"**Romeo**\n\nCome hither, man. I see that thou art poor:\n\nHold, there is forty ducats: let me have\n\nA dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear\n\nAs will disperse itself through all the veins\n\nThat the life-weary taker may fall dead\n\nAnd that the trunk may be discharged of breath\n\nAs violently as hasty powder fired\n\nDoth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800031b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":10,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000311","content":"**Apothecary**\n\nSuch mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law\n\nIs death to any he that utters them."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800031c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":11,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000311","content":"**Romeo**\n\nArt thou so bare and full of wretchedness,\n\nAnd fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,\n\nNeed and oppression starveth in thine eyes,\n\nContempt and beggary hangs upon thy back;\n\nThe world is not thy friend nor the world's law;\n\nThe world affords no law to make thee rich;\n\nThen be not poor, but break it, and take this."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800031d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":12,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000311","content":"**Apothecary**\n\nMy poverty, but not my will, consents."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800031e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":13,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000311","content":"**Romeo**\n\nI pay thy poverty, and not thy will."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800031f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":14,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000311","content":"**Apothecary**\n\nPut this in any liquid thing you will,\n\nAnd drink it off; and, if you had the strength\n\nOf twenty men, it would dispatch you straight."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000320","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":15,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000311","content":"**Romeo**\n\nThere is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,\n\nDoing more murders in this loathsome world,\n\nThan these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.\n\nI sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none.\n\nFarewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh.\n\nCome, cordial and not poison, go with me\n\nTo Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.\n\nExeunt"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000321","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000310","content":"## Act 5, Scene 2\n\nFriar John explains to Friar Laurence why he was unable to deliver Friar Laurence's letter to Romeo. Friar Laurence sends Friar John to get a crowbar and makes plans to be there when Juliet awakes, write again to Romeo in Mantua, and hide Juliet in his cell until Romeo arrives."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000322","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000321","content":"**Friar John**\n\nHoly Franciscan friar! brother, ho!\n\nEnter Friar Laurence"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000323","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000321","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nThis same should be the voice of Friar John.\n\nWelcome from Mantua: what says Romeo?\n\nOr, if his mind be writ, give me his letter."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000324","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000321","content":"**Friar John**\n\nGoing to find a bare-foot brother out\n\nOne of our order, to associate me,\n\nHere in this city visiting the sick,\n\nAnd finding him, the searchers of the town,\n\nSuspecting that we both were in a house\n\nWhere the infectious pestilence did reign,\n\nSeal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth;\n\nSo that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000325","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000321","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nWho bare my letter, then, to Romeo?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000326","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000321","content":"**Friar John**\n\nI could not send it, here it is again,\n\nNor get a messenger to bring it thee,\n\nSo fearful were they of infection."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000327","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000321","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nUnhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,\n\nThe letter was not nice but full of charge\n\nOf dear import, and the neglecting it\n\nMay do much danger. Friar John, go hence;\n\nGet me an iron crow, and bring it straight\n\nUnto my cell."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000328","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":7,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000321","content":"**Friar John**\n\nBrother, I'll go and bring it thee.\n\nExit"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000329","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":8,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000321","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nNow must I to the monument alone;\n\nWithin three hours will fair Juliet wake:\n\nShe will beshrew me much that Romeo\n\nHath had no notice of these accidents;\n\nBut I will write again to Mantua,\n\nAnd keep her at my cell till Romeo come;\n\nPoor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb!\n\nExit"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000310","content":"## Act 5, Scene 3\n\nParis comes to Juliet's grave to strew flowers and weep. He sends his Page a ways off, to act as a look-out. Paris promises to visit Juliet's grave every night, then the Page whistles to warn him that someone is coming. Paris sees a torch and withdraws into the darkness to see who else has come to Juliet's grave...\n\nRomeo sends Balthasar away with a letter for Romeo's father, and starts to open the tomb. Paris comes forward and tries to arrest Romeo. They fight, and Romeo kills Paris. As he is dying, Paris asks to be laid next to Juliet. Romeo does this, pledges his love to Juliet, takes the poison, and dies...\n\nFriar Laurence comes and finds Romeo and Paris dead. Juliet awakes and Friar Laurence tries to persuade her to come out of the grave, but being afraid of being found there by the watchmen, he runs away. Juliet kills herself with Romeo's dagger...\n\nParis' Page brings the watchmen to the monument of the Capulets. Watchmen find Balthasar and Friar Laurence. Prince Escalus arrives, then Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Montague. Friar Laurence tells his story, which is confirmed by Balthasar, Paris' Page, and the letter from Romeo to his father. Montague promises to build a golden statue of Juliet, and Capulet promises to build one of Romeo."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":1,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Paris**\n\nGive me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof:\n\nYet put it out, for I would not be seen.\n\nUnder yond yew-trees lay thee all along,\n\nHolding thine ear close to the hollow ground;\n\nSo shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,\n\nBeing loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,\n\nBut thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,\n\nAs signal that thou hear'st something approach.\n\nGive me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":2,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Page**\n\n```\nAside\n```\n\nI am almost afraid to stand alone\n\nHere in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.\n\nRetires"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":3,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Paris**\n\nSweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,\n\nO woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;\n\nWhich with sweet water nightly I will dew,\n\nOr, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans:\n\nThe obsequies that I for thee will keep\n\nNightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.\n\nThe Page whistles\n\nThe boy gives warning something doth approach.\n\nWhat cursed foot wanders this way to-night,\n\nTo cross my obsequies and true love's rite?\n\nWhat with a torch! muffle me, night, awhile.\n\nRetires\n\nEnter Romeo and Balthasar, with a torch, mattock, & c"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":4,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Romeo**\n\nGive me that mattock and the wrenching iron.\n\nHold, take this letter; early in the morning\n\nSee thou deliver it to my lord and father.\n\nGive me the light: upon thy life, I charge thee,\n\nWhate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof,\n\nAnd do not interrupt me in my course.\n\nWhy I descend into this bed of death,\n\nIs partly to behold my lady's face;\n\nBut chiefly to take thence from her dead finger\n\nA precious ring, a ring that I must use\n\nIn dear employment: therefore hence, be gone:\n\nBut if thou, jealous, dost return to pry\n\nIn what I further shall intend to do,\n\nBy heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint\n\nAnd strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs:\n\nThe time and my intents are savage-wild,\n\nMore fierce and more inexorable far\n\nThan empty tigers or the roaring sea."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":5,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Balthasar**\n\nI will be gone, sir, and not trouble you."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000330","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Romeo**\n\nSo shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that:\n\nLive, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000331","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":7,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Balthasar**\n\n```\nAside\n```\n\nFor all this same, I'll hide me hereabout:\n\nHis looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.\n\nRetires"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000332","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":8,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Romeo**\n\nThou detestable maw, thou womb of death,\n\nGorged with the dearest morsel of the earth,\n\nThus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,\n\nAnd, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!\n\nOpens the tomb"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000333","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":9,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Paris**\n\nThis is that banish'd haughty Montague,\n\nThat murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief,\n\nIt is supposed, the fair creature died;\n\nAnd here is come to do some villanous shame\n\nTo the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.\n\nComes forward\n\nStop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague!\n\nCan vengeance be pursued further than death?\n\nCondemned villain, I do apprehend thee:\n\nObey, and go with me; for thou must die."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000334","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":10,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Romeo**\n\nI must indeed; and therefore came I hither.\n\nGood gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man;\n\nFly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone;\n\nLet them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,\n\nPut not another sin upon my head,\n\nBy urging me to fury: O, be gone!\n\nBy heaven, I love thee better than myself;\n\nFor I come hither arm'd against myself:\n\nStay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say,\n\nA madman's mercy bade thee run away."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000335","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":11,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Paris**\n\nI do defy thy conjurations,\n\nAnd apprehend thee for a felon here."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000336","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":12,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Romeo**\n\nWilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy!\n\nThey fight"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000337","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":13,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Page**\n\nO Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.\n\nExit"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000338","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":14,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Paris**\n\nO, I am slain!\n\nFalls\n\nIf thou be merciful,\n\nOpen the tomb, lay me with Juliet.\n\nDies"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000339","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":15,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Romeo**\n\nIn faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.\n\nMercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris!\n\nWhat said my man, when my betossed soul\n\nDid not attend him as we rode? I think\n\nHe told me Paris should have married Juliet:\n\nSaid he not so? or did I dream it so?\n\nOr am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,\n\nTo think it was so? O, give me thy hand,\n\nOne writ with me in sour misfortune's book!\n\nI'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;\n\nA grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth,\n\nFor here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes\n\nThis vault a feasting presence full of light.\n\nDeath, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.\n\nLaying Paris in the tomb\n\nHow oft when men are at the point of death\n\nHave they been merry! which their keepers call\n\nA lightning before death: O, how may I\n\nCall this a lightning? O my love! my wife!\n\nDeath, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,\n\nHath had no power yet upon thy beauty:\n\nThou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet\n\nIs crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,\n\nAnd death's pale flag is not advanced there.\n\nTybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?\n\nO, what more favour can I do to thee,\n\nThan with that hand that cut thy youth in twain\n\nTo sunder his that was thine enemy?\n\nForgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,\n\nWhy art thou yet so fair? shall I believe\n\nThat unsubstantial death is amorous,\n\nAnd that the lean abhorred monster keeps\n\nThee here in dark to be his paramour?\n\nFor fear of that, I still will stay with thee;\n\nAnd never from this palace of dim night\n\nDepart again: here, here will I remain\n\nWith worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here\n\nWill I set up my everlasting rest,\n\nAnd shake the yoke of inauspicious stars\n\nFrom this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!\n\nArms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you\n\nThe doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss\n\nA dateless bargain to engrossing death!\n\nCome, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!\n\nThou desperate pilot, now at once run on\n\nThe dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!\n\nHere's to my love!\n\nDrinks\n\nO true apothecary!\n\nThy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.\n\nDies\n\nEnter, at the other end of the churchyard, Friar Laurence, with a lantern, crow, and spade"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800033a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":16,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nSaint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night\n\nHave my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's there?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800033b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":17,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Balthasar**\n\nHere's one, a friend, and one that knows you well."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800033c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":18,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nBliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,\n\nWhat torch is yond, that vainly lends his light\n\nTo grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern,\n\nIt burneth in the Capel's monument."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800033d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":19,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Balthasar**\n\nIt doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,\n\nOne that you love."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800033e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":20,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nWho is it?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800033f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":21,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Balthasar**\n\nRomeo."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000340","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":22,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nHow long hath he been there?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000341","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":23,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Balthasar**\n\nFull half an hour."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000342","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":24,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nGo with me to the vault."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000343","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":25,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Balthasar**\n\nI dare not, sir\n\nMy master knows not but I am gone hence;\n\nAnd fearfully did menace me with death,\n\nIf I did stay to look on his intents."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000344","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":26,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nStay, then; I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me:\n\nO, much I fear some ill unlucky thing."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000345","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":27,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Balthasar**\n\nAs I did sleep under this yew-tree here,\n\nI dreamt my master and another fought,\n\nAnd that my master slew him."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000346","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":28,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nRomeo!\n\nAdvances\n\nAlack, alack, what blood is this, which stains\n\nThe stony entrance of this sepulchre?\n\nWhat mean these masterless and gory swords\n\nTo lie discolour'd by this place of peace?\n\nEnters the tomb\n\nRomeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too?\n\nAnd steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour\n\nIs guilty of this lamentable chance!\n\nThe lady stirs.\n\nJuliet wakes"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000347","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":29,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Juliet**\n\nO comfortable friar! where is my lord?\n\nI do remember well where I should be,\n\nAnd there I am. Where is my Romeo?\n\nNoise within"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000348","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":30,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nI hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest\n\nOf death, contagion, and unnatural sleep:\n\nA greater power than we can contradict\n\nHath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.\n\nThy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;\n\nAnd Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee\n\nAmong a sisterhood of holy nuns:\n\nStay not to question, for the watch is coming;\n\nCome, go, good Juliet,\n\nNoise again\n\nI dare no longer stay."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000349","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":31,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Juliet**\n\nGo, get thee hence, for I will not away.\n\nExit Friar Laurence\n\nWhat's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?\n\nPoison, I see, hath been his timeless end:\n\nO churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop\n\nTo help me after? I will kiss thy lips;\n\nHaply some poison yet doth hang on them,\n\nTo make die with a restorative.\n\nKisses him\n\nThy lips are warm."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800034a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":32,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**First Watchman**\n\n```\nWithin\n```\n\nLead, boy: which way?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800034b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":33,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Juliet**\n\nYea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!\n\nSnatching Romeo's dagger\n\nThis is thy sheath;\n\nStabs herself\n\nthere rust, and let me die.\n\nFalls on Romeo's body, and dies\n\nEnter Watch, with the Page of Paris"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800034c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":34,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Page**\n\nThis is the place; there, where the torch doth burn."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800034d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":35,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**First Watchman**\n\nThe ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:\n\nGo, some of you, whoe'er you find attach.\n\nPitiful sight! here lies the county slain,\n\nAnd Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,\n\nWho here hath lain these two days buried.\n\nGo, tell the prince: run to the Capulets:\n\nRaise up the Montagues: some others search:\n\nWe see the ground whereon these woes do lie;\n\nBut the true ground of all these piteous woes\n\nWe cannot without circumstance descry.\n\nRe-enter some of the Watch, with Balthasar"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800034e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":36,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Second Watchman**\n\nHere's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800034f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":37,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**First Watchman**\n\nHold him in safety, till the prince come hither.\n\nRe-enter others of the Watch, with Friar Laurence"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000350","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":38,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Third Watchman**\n\nHere is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps:\n\nWe took this mattock and this spade from him,\n\nAs he was coming from this churchyard side."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000351","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":39,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**First Watchman**\n\nA great suspicion: stay the friar too.\n\nEnter the Prience and Attendants"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000352","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":40,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Prince**\n\nWhat misadventure is so early up,\n\nThat calls our person from our morning's rest?\n\nEnter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and others"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000353","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":41,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Capulet**\n\nWhat should it be, that they so shriek abroad?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000354","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":42,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nThe people in the street cry Romeo,\n\nSome Juliet, and some Paris; and all run,\n\nWith open outcry toward our monument."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000355","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":43,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Prince**\n\nWhat fear is this which startles in our ears?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000356","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":44,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**First Watchman**\n\nSovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;\n\nAnd Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,\n\nWarm and new kill'd."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000357","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":45,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Prince**\n\nSearch, seek, and know how this foul murder comes."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000358","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":46,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**First Watchman**\n\nHere is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man;\n\nWith instruments upon them, fit to open\n\nThese dead men's tombs."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000359","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":47,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Capulet**\n\nO heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!\n\nThis dagger hath mista'en for, lo, his house\n\nIs empty on the back of Montague,\n\nAnd it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800035a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":48,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Lady Capulet**\n\nO me! this sight of death is as a bell,\n\nThat warns my old age to a sepulchre.\n\nEnter Montague and others"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800035b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":49,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Prince**\n\nCome, Montague; for thou art early up,\n\nTo see thy son and heir more early down."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800035c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":50,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Montague**\n\nAlas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;\n\nGrief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath:\n\nWhat further woe conspires against mine age?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800035d","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":51,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Prince**\n\nLook, and thou shalt see."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800035e","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":52,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Montague**\n\nO thou untaught! what manners is in this?\n\nTo press before thy father to a grave?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800035f","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":53,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Prince**\n\nSeal up the mouth of outrage for a while,\n\nTill we can clear these ambiguities,\n\nAnd know their spring, their head, their\n\ntrue descent;\n\nAnd then will I be general of your woes,\n\nAnd lead you even to death: meantime forbear,\n\nAnd let mischance be slave to patience.\n\nBring forth the parties of suspicion."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000360","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":54,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nI am the greatest, able to do least,\n\nYet most suspected, as the time and place\n\nDoth make against me of this direful murder;\n\nAnd here I stand, both to impeach and purge\n\nMyself condemned and myself excused."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000361","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":55,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Prince**\n\nThen say at once what thou dost know in this."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000362","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":56,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Friar Laurence**\n\nI will be brief, for my short date of breath\n\nIs not so long as is a tedious tale.\n\nRomeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;\n\nAnd she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife:\n\nI married them; and their stol'n marriage-day\n\nWas Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death\n\nBanish'd the new-made bridegroom from the city,\n\nFor whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined.\n\nYou, to remove that siege of grief from her,\n\nBetroth'd and would have married her perforce\n\nTo County Paris: then comes she to me,\n\nAnd, with wild looks, bid me devise some mean\n\nTo rid her from this second marriage,\n\nOr in my cell there would she kill herself.\n\nThen gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,\n\nA sleeping potion; which so took effect\n\nAs I intended, for it wrought on her\n\nThe form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo,\n\nThat he should hither come as this dire night,\n\nTo help to take her from her borrow'd grave,\n\nBeing the time the potion's force should cease.\n\nBut he which bore my letter, Friar John,\n\nWas stay'd by accident, and yesternight\n\nReturn'd my letter back. Then all alone\n\nAt the prefixed hour of her waking,\n\nCame I to take her from her kindred's vault;\n\nMeaning to keep her closely at my cell,\n\nTill I conveniently could send to Romeo:\n\nBut when I came, some minute ere the time\n\nOf her awaking, here untimely lay\n\nThe noble Paris and true Romeo dead.\n\nShe wakes; and I entreated her come forth,\n\nAnd bear this work of heaven with patience:\n\nBut then a noise did scare me from the tomb;\n\nAnd she, too desperate, would not go with me,\n\nBut, as it seems, did violence on herself.\n\nAll this I know; and to the marriage\n\nHer nurse is privy: and, if aught in this\n\nMiscarried by my fault, let my old life\n\nBe sacrificed, some hour before his time,\n\nUnto the rigour of severest law."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000363","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":57,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Prince**\n\nWe still have known thee for a holy man.\n\nWhere's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000364","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":58,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Balthasar**\n\nI brought my master news of Juliet's death;\n\nAnd then in post he came from Mantua\n\nTo this same place, to this same monument.\n\nThis letter he early bid me give his father,\n\nAnd threatened me with death, going in the vault,\n\nI departed not and left him there."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000365","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":59,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Prince**\n\nGive me the letter; I will look on it.\n\nWhere is the county's page, that raised the watch?\n\nSirrah, what made your master in this place?"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000366","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":60,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Page**\n\nHe came with flowers to strew his lady's grave;\n\nAnd bid me stand aloof, and so I did:\n\nAnon comes one with light to ope the tomb;\n\nAnd by and by my master drew on him;\n\nAnd then I ran away to call the watch."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000367","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":61,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Prince**\n\nThis letter doth make good the friar's words,\n\nTheir course of love, the tidings of her death:\n\nAnd here he writes that he did buy a poison\n\nOf a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal\n\nCame to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.\n\nWhere be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!\n\nSee, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,\n\nThat heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.\n\nAnd I for winking at your discords too\n\nHave lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000368","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":62,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Capulet**\n\nO brother Montague, give me thy hand:\n\nThis is my daughter's jointure, for no more\n\nCan I demand."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000369","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":63,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Montague**\n\nBut I can give thee more:\n\nFor I will raise her statue in pure gold;\n\nThat while Verona by that name is known,\n\nThere shall no figure at such rate be set\n\nAs that of true and faithful Juliet."},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800036a","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":64,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Capulet**\n\nAs rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie;\n\nPoor sacrifices of our enmity!"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800036b","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":65,"parentId":"50fcdd74c612b5575800032a","content":"**Prince**\n\nA glooming peace this morning with it brings;\n\nThe sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:\n\nGo hence, to have more talk of these sad things;\n\nSome shall be pardon'd, and some punished:\n\nFor never was a story of more woe\n\nThan this of Juliet and her Romeo.\n\n```\nExeunt\n```\n\n"},{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b5575800036c","treeId":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","seq":1,"position":6,"parentId":null,"content":"# Source\n\n* Acts: http://thebestnotes.com/booknotes/Romeo_And_Juliet_Shakespeare/Romeo_And_Juliet_Study_Guide03.html\n* Scenes: http://www.shakespeare-navigators.com/romeo/Sceneidx.html\n* Dialogs: http://shakespeare.mit.edu/romeo_juliet/"}],"tree":{"_id":"50fcdd74c612b55758000002","name":"Romeo & Juliet","publicUrl":"romeo-and-juliet"}}