Ill 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 sin 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 prayers effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purgd.
[Kissing her.]
Juliet
Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
Romeo
Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urgd!
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 nursd her daughter that you talkd 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 foes debt.
Benvolio
Away, be gone; 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 een so? Why then, I thank you all;
I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.
More torches here! Come on then, lets to bed.
Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late,
Ill 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
Whats he that now is going out of door?
Nurse
Marry, that I think be young Petruchio.
Juliet
Whats he that follows here, 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
Whats this? Whats this?
Juliet
A rhyme I learnd even now
Of one I dancd withal.
[One calls within, Juliet.]
Nurse
Anon, anon!
Come lets away, the strangers all are gone.
[Exeunt.]
Act II
Enter Chorus.
Chorus
Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie,
And young affection gapes to be his heir;
That fair for which love groand for and would die,
With tender Juliet matchd, is now not fair.
Now Romeo is belovd, and loves again,
Alike bewitched by the charm of looks;
But to his foe supposd he must complain,
And she steal loves 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 anywhere.
But passion lends them power, time means, to meet,
Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.
[Exit.]
Scene I
An open place adjoining Capulets Garden. Enter Romeo.
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! Romeo!
Mercutio
He is wise,
And on my life hath stoln him home to bed.
Benvolio
He ran this way, and leapd this orchard wall:
Call, good Mercutio.
Mercutio
Nay, Ill 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 Ah me! Pronounce but Love and dove;
Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
One nickname for her purblind son and heir,
Young Abraham Cupid, he that shot so trim
When King Cophetua lovd 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 Rosalines 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
An 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 conjurd it down;
That were some spite. My invocation
Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress 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.
O Romeo, that she were, O that she were
An open-arse and thou a poperin pear!
Romeo, good night. Ill 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.]
Scene II
Capulets Garden. Enter Romeo.
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 oer 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-puffing 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 Ill 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
Whats Montague? It is nor hand nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O be some other name.
Whats in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo calld,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for thy name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.
Romeo
I take thee at thy word.
Call me but love, and Ill be new baptisd;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
Juliet
What man art thou that, thus bescreend 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.