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.
Benvolio
By my head, here comes the Capulets.
Benvolio
And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something. Make it a word and a blow.
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"!
Mercutio
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.
Benvolio
Men's eyes were made to look and let them gaze.
I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
Mercutio
Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford
No better term than this: thou art a villain.
Tybalt
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.
Romeo
Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
That thou hast done me. Therefore turn and draw.
Tybalt
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.
Romeo
I am hurt.
A plague o' both your houses! I am sped...
Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, 'tis enough...
tis not so deep as a well nor so wide as a church-door, but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man...
A pl
Mercutio
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.
Romeo
Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here
Shalt with him hence.
Tybalt
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!
Benvolio
Oh, I am fortune's fool!
Romeo
Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
Prince Escalus
...Prince, as thou art true,
For blood of ours shed blood of Montague.
Lady Capulet
Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?
Prince Escalus
And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.
This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
Benvolio
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
Lady Capulet
Romeo slew him; he slew Mercutio.
Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
Prince Escalus
Not Romeo, Prince, he was Mercutio's friend.
His fault concludes but what the law should end,
The life of Tybalt.
Lord Montague
And for that offence
Immediately we do exile him hence...
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.
Prince Escalus
Give me my Romeo. And when I 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.
Oh, I have bought the mansion of a love,
But
Juliet
O serpent heart hid with a flowering face!
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
Beautiful tyrant! Fiend angelical!
Dove-feathered raven, wolvish-ravening lamb!
Despis�d substance of divinest show,
Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st.
A damn�d saint,
Juliet
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!
Nurse
Blistered be thy tongue
For such a wish! He was not born to shame.
Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit...
Oh, what a beast was I to chide at him!
Juliet
Will you speak well of him that killed your cousin?
Nurse
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?
Juliet
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 Lawrence' cell.
Nurse
O, find him! Give this ring to my true knight,
And bid him come to take his last farewell.
Juliet
A gentler judgment vanished from his lips:
Not body's death, but body's banishment.
Friar Lawrence
Ha, banishment! Be merciful, say "death,"
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more than death. Do not say "banishment.
Romeo
There is no world without Verona walls
But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
Hence "banish�d" is banished from the world,
And world's exile is death. Then "banish�d,"
Is death mistermed. Calling death "banishment,"
Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden ax
Romeo
O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
Thy fault our law calls death, but the kind Prince,
Taking thy part, hath rushed aside the law,
And turned that black word "death" to "banishment."
This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.
Friar Lawrence
O holy Friar, O, tell me, holy Friar,
Where is my lady's lord? Where's Romeo?
Nurse
Hold thy desperate hand.
Art thou a man?..
Thou hast amazed me...
...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 art thou happy.
The law t
Friar Lawrence
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 yo
Friar Lawrence
These times of woe afford no time to woo.
Madam, good night. Commend me to your daughter.
Paris
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 Wednesd
Lord Capulet
My lord, I would that Thursday were tomorrow.
Paris
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.
Juliet
Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I.
It is some meteor that the sun exhales
To be to thee this night a torchbearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua.
Therefore stay yet. Thou need'st not to be gone.
Juliet
Let me be ta'en. Let me be put to death.
I am content, so thou wilt have it so...
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.
Romeo
Oh, think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
Juliet
O God, I have an ill-divining soul.
Methinks I see thee now, thou art so low
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb.
Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.
Juliet
We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not.
Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,
Where that same banished runagate doth live,
Shall give him such an unaccustomed dram
That he shall soon keep Tybalt company.
And then, I hope, thou wilt be satis
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 looked not for...
Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
The gallant, young, and noble gentleman
Lady Capulet
Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too,
He shall not make me there a joyful bride...
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 in
Juliet
�How now, wife?
Have you delivered to her our decree?
Lord Capulet
How, will she none? Doth she not give us thanks?
Is she not proud? Doth she not count her blessed,
Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
So worthy a gentleman to be her bride?
Lord 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 onl
Lord Capulet
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.
Juliet
Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word.
Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
Lady Capulet
O God!�O Nurse, how shall this be prevented?..
What sayst thou? Hast thou not a word of joy?
Some comfort, Nurse.
Juliet
I think it best you married with the county.
Oh, he's a lovely gentleman.
Romeo's a dishclout to him...
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 a
Nurse
Well, thou hast comforted me marvelous much.
Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,
Having displeased my father, to Lawrence's cell
To make confession and to be absolved.
Juliet