The Tragedy of Romeo and Iuliet

THE TRAGEDIE OF ROMEO and IVLIET.

Actus Primus. Scœna Prima.

Enter Sampson and Gregory, with Swords and Bucklers, of the House of Capulet.

Sampson. G Regory: A my word wee'l not carry coales.

Greg. No, for then we should be Colliars.

Samp. I mean, if we be in choller, wee'l draw.

Greg. I, While you liue, draw your necke out o'th Collar.

Samp. I strike quickly, being mou'd.

Greg. But thou art not quickly mou'd to strike.

Samp. A dog of the house of Mountague, moues me.

Greg. To moue, is to stir: and to be valiant, is to stand: Therefore, if thou art mou'd,…

Samp. A dogge of that house shall moue me to stand. I will take the wall of any…

Greg. That shewes thee a weake slaue, for the wea­ kest goes to the wall.

Samp. True, and therefore women being the weaker Vessels, are euer thrust to the wall: therefore I will…

Greg. The Quarrell is betweene our Masters, and vs (their men.

Samp. 'Tis all one, I will shew my selfe a tyrant: when I haue fought with the men,…

Greg. The heads of the Maids?

Sam. I, the heads of the Maids, or their Maiden‑heads, Take it in what sence thou wilt.

Greg. They must take it sence, that feele it.

Samp. Me they shall feele while I am able to stand: And 'tis knowne I am a pretty…

Greg. 'Tis well thou art not Fish: If thou had'st, thou had'st beene poore Iohn. Draw thy Toole,…

Enter two other Seruingmen.

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

Gre. How? Turne thy backe, and run.

Sam. Feare me not.

Gre. No marry: I feare thee.

Sam. Let vs take the Law of our sides: let them begin.

Gr. I wil frown as I passe by, & let thē take it as they list

Sam. Nay, as they dare. I wil bite my Thumb at them, which is a disgrace to them,…

Abra. Do you bite your Thumbe at vs sir?

Samp. I do bite my Thumbe, sir.

Abra. Do you bite your Thumb at vs, sir?

Sam. Is the Law of our side, if I say I?

Gre. No.

Sam. No sir, I do not bite my Thumbe at you sir: but I bite my Thumbe sir.

Greg. Do you quarrell sir?

Abra. Quarrell sir? no sir.

Sam. If you do sir, I am for you, I serue as good a man (as you

Abra. No better?

Samp. Well sir.

Enter Benuolio.

Gr. Say better: here comes one of my masters kinsmen.

Samp. Yes, better.

Abra. You Lye.

Samp. Draw if you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow.

They Fight.

Ben. Part Fooles, put vp your Swords, you know not what you do.

Enter Tibalt.

Tyb. What art thou drawne, among these heartlesse Hindes? Turne thee Benuolio, looke vpon thy death.

Ben. I do but keepe the peace, put vp thy Sword, Or manage it to part these men…

Tyb. What draw, and talke of peace? I hate the word As I hate hell, all Mountagues, and…

Fight.

Enter three or foure Citizens with Clubs.

Offi. Clubs, Bils, and Partisons, strike, beat them down Downe with the Capulets, downe with the Mountagues.

Enter old Capulet in his Gowne, and his wife.

Cap. What noise is this? Giue me my long Sword ho.

Wife. A crutch, a crutch: why call you for a Sword?

Cap. My Sword I say: Old Mountague is come, And flourishes his Blade in spight of me.

Enter old Mountague, & his wife.

Moun. Thou villaine Capulet. Hold me not, let me go

2. Wife. Thou shalt not stir a foote to seeke a Foe.

Enter Prince Eskales, with his Traine.

Prince. Rebellious Subiects, Enemies to peace, Prophaners of this Neighbor‑stained Steele, Will they not heare? What hoe, you…

Exeunt.

Moun. Who set this auncient quarrell new abroach? Speake Nephew, were you by, when it began:

Ben. Heere were the seruants of your aduersarie, And yours close fighting ere I did approach, I drew…

Wife. O where is Romeo, saw you him to day? Right glad am I, he was not at…

Ben. Madam, an houre before the worshipt Sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the East, A troubled…

Mount. Many a morning hath he there beene seene, With teares augmenting the fresh mornings deaw, Adding to…

Ben. My Noble Vncle doe you know the cause?

Moun. I neither know it, nor can learne of him.

Ben. Haue you importun'd him by any meanes?

Moun. Both by my selfe and many other Friends, But he his owne affections counseller, Is to himselfe…

Enter Romeo.

Ben. See where he comes, so please you step aside, Ile know his greeuance, or be much denide.

Moun. I would thou wert so happy by thy stay, To heare true shrift. Come Madam let's away.

Exeunt.

Ben. Good morrow Cousin.

Rom. Is the day so young?

Ben. But new strooke nine.

Rom. Aye me, sad houres seeme long: Was that my Father that went henec so fast?

Ben. It was: what sadnes lengthens Romeo's houres?

Ro. Not hauing that, which hauing, makes them short

Ben. In loue.

Romeo. Out.

Ben. Of loue.

Rom. Out of her fauour where I am in loue.

Ben. Alas that loue so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proofe.

Rom. Alas that loue, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes, see path‑wayes to his will: Where…

Ben. No Coze, I rather weepe.

Rom. Good heart, at what?

Ben. At thy good hearts oppression.

Rom. Why such is loues transgression. Griefes of mine owne lie heauie in my breast, Which thou wilt…

Ben. Soft I will goe along. And if you leaue me so, you do me wrong.

Rom. Tut I haue lost my selfe, I am not here, This is not Romeo, hee's some other…

Ben. Tell me in sadnesse, who is that you loue?

Rom. What shall I grone and tell thee?

Ben. Grone, why no: but sadly tell me who.

Rom. A sicke man in sadnesse makes his will: A word ill vrg'd to one that is so…

Ben. I aym'd so neare, when I suppose'd you lou'd.

Rom. A right good marke man, and shee's faire I loue

Ben. A right faire marke, faire Coze, is soonest hit.

Rom. Well in that hit you misse, sheel not be hit With Cupids arrow, she hath Dians wit:…

Ben. Then she hath sworne, that she will still liue chast?

Rom. She hath, and in that sparing make huge wast? For beauty steru'd with her seuerity, Cuts beauty…

Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to thinke of her.

Rom. O teach me how I should forget to thinke.

Ben. By giuing liberty vnto thine eyes, Examine other beauties,

Ro. 'Tis the way to cal hers (exquisit) in question more, These happy maskes that kisse faire Ladies…

Ben. Ile pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.

Exeunt.

Enter Capulet, Countie Paris, and the Clowne.

Capu. Mountague is bound as well as I, In penalty alike, and 'tis not hard I thinke, For…

Par. Of Honourable reckoning are you both, And pittie 'tis you liu'd at ods so long: But now…

Capu. But saying ore what I haue said before, My Child is yet a stranger in the world,…

Pari. Younger then she, are happy mothers made.

Capu. And too soone mar'd are those so early made: Earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she,…

Exit.

Ser. Find them out whose names are written. Heere it is written, that the Shoo‑maker should meddle with…

Enter Benuolio, and Romeo.

Ben. Tut man, one fire burnes out anothers burning, One pai□e is lesned by anothers anguish: Turne giddie,…

Rom. Your Plantan leafe is excellent for that.

Ben. For what I pray thee?

Rom. For your broken shin.

Ben. Why Romeo art thou mad?

Rom. Not mad, but bound more then a mad man is: Shut vp in prison, kept without my…

Ser. Godgigoden, I pray sir can you read?

Rom. I mine owne fortune in my miserie.

Ser. Perhaps you haue learn'd it without booke: But I pray can you read any thing you see?

Rom. I, if I know the Letters and the Language.

Ser. Ye say honestly, rest you merry.

Rom. Stay fellow, I can read. He reades the Letter. SEigneur Martino, and his wife and daughter: County…

Ser. Vp.

Rom. Whither? to supper?

Ser. To our house.

Rom. Whose house?

Ser. My Maisters.

Rom. Indeed I should haue askt you that before.

Ser. Now Ile tell you without asking. My maister is the great rich Capulet, and if you be…

Exit.

Ben. At this same auncient Feast of Capulets Sups the faire Rosaline, whom thou so loues: With all…

Rom. When the deuout religion of mine eye Maintaines such falshood, then turne teares to fire: And these…

Ben. Tut, you saw her faire, none else being by, Herselfe poys'd with herselfe in either eye: But…

Rom. Ile goe along, no such sight to be showne, But to reioyce in splendor of mine owne.

Enter Capulets Wife and Nurse.

Wife. Nurse wher's my daughter? call her forth to me.

Nurse. Now by my Maidenhead, at twelue yeare old I bad her come, what Lamb: what Ladi‑bird, God…

Enter Iuliet.

Iuliet. How now, who calls?

Nur. Your Mother.

Iuliet. Madam I am heere, what is your will?

Wife. This is the matter: Nurse giue me leaue awhile, we must talke in secret. Nurse come backe…

Nurse. Faith I can tell her age vnto an houre.

Wife. Shee's not fourteene.

Nurse. Ile lay fourteene of my teeth, And yet to my teene be it spoken, I haue but…

Wife. A fortnight and odde days.

Nurse. Euen or odde, of all daies in the yeare come Lammas Eue at night shall she be…

Old La. Inough of this, I pray thee hold thy peace.

Nurse. Yes Madam, yet I cannot chuse but laugh, to thinke it should leaue crying, & say I:…

Iule. And stint thou too, I pray thee Nurse, say I.

Nur. Peace I haue done: God marke thee too his grace thou wast the prettiest Babe that ere…

Old La. Marry that marry is the very theame I came to talke of, tell me daughter Iuliet,…

Iuli. It is an houre that I dreame not of.

Nur. An houre, were I not thine onely Nurse, I would say thou had'st suckt wisedome from thy…

Old La. Well thinke of marriage now, yonger then you Heere in Verona, Ladies of esteeme, Are made…

Nurse. A man young Lady, Lady, such a man as all the world. Why hee's a man of…

Old La. Veronas Summer hath not such a flower.

Nurse. Nay hee's a flower, infaith a very flower.

Old La. What say you, can you loue the Gentleman? This night you shall behold him at our…

Nurse. No lesse, nay bigger: women grow by men.

Old La. Speake briefly, can you like of Paris loue?

Iuli. Ile looke to like, if looking liking moue. But no more deepe will I endart mine eye,…

Enter a Seruing man.

Ser. Madam, the guests are come, supper seru'd vp, you cal'd, my young Lady askt for, the Nurse…

Exit.

Mo. We follow thee, Iuliet, the Countie staies.

Nurse. Goe Gyrle, seeke happie nights to happy daies.

Exeunt.

Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benuolio, with fiue or sixe other Maskers, Torch‑bearers.

Rom. What shall this speeh be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without Apologie?

Ben. The date is out of such prolixitie, Weele haue no Cupid, hood winkt with a skarfe, Bearing…

Rom. Giue me a Torch, I am not for this ambling. Being but heauy I will beare the…

Mer. Nay gentle Romeo, we must haue you dance.

Rom. Not I beleeue me, you haue dancing shooes With nimble soles, I haue a soale of Lead…

Mer. You are a Louer, borrow Cupids wings, And soare with them aboue a common bound.

Rom. I am too sore enpearced with his shaft, To soare with his light feathers, and to bound:…

Hora. And to sinke in it should you burthen loue, Too great oppression for a tender thing.

Rom. Is loue a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boysterous, and it pricks like…

Mer. If loue be rough with you, be rough with loue, Pricke loue for pricking, and you beat…

Ben. Come knocke and enter, and no sooner in, But euery man betake him to his legs.

Rom. A Torch for me, let wantons light of heart Tickle the sencelesse rushes with their heeles: For…

Mer. Tut, duns the Mouse, the Constables owne word, If thou art dun, weele draw thee from the…

Rom. Nay that's not so.

Mer. I meane sir I delay, We wast our lights in vaine, lights, lights, by day; Take our…

Rom. And we meane well in going to this Maske, But 'tis no wit to go.

Mer. Why may one aske?

Rom. I dreampt a dreame to night.

Mer. And so did I.

Rom. Well what was yours?

Mer. That dreamers often lye.

Ro. In bed a sleepe while they do dreame things true.

Mer. O then I see Queene Mab hath beene with you: She is the Fairies Midwife, & she…

That presses them, and learnes them first to beare, Making them women of good carriage: This is she.

Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio peace, Thou talk'st of nothing.

Mer. True, I talke of dreames: Which are the children of an idle braine, Begot of nothing, but…

Ben. This wind you talke of blowes vs from our selues, Supper is done, and we shall come…

Rom. I feare too early, for my mind misgiues, Some consequence yet hanging in the starres, Shall bitterly…

Ben. Strike Drum.

They march about the Stage, and Seruingmen come forth with their napkins.

Enter Seruant.

Ser. Where's Potpan, that he helpes not to take away? He shift a Trencher? he scrape a Trencher?

1. When good manners, shall lie in one or two mens hands, and they vnwasht too, 'tis a…

Ser. Away with the Ioynstooles, remoue the Court­ cubbord, looke to the Plate: good thou, saue mee a…

2. I Boy readie.

Ser. You are lookt for, and cal'd for, askt for, & sought for, in the great Chamber.

1 We cannot be here and there too, chearly Boyes, Be brisk awhile, and the longer liuer take…

Exeunt.

Enter all the Guests and Gentlewomen to the Maskers.

1. Capu. Welcome Gentlemen, Ladies that haue their toes Vnplagu'd with Cornes, will walke about with you: Ah…

2. Capu. Berlady thirty yeares.

1. Capu. What man: 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much, 'Tis since the Nuptiall of Lucentio,…

2. Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more, his Sonne is elder sir: His Sonne is thirty.

3. Cap. Will you tell me that? His Sonne was but a Ward two yeares agoe.

Rom. What Ladie is that which doth inrich the hand Of yonder Knight?

Ser. I know not sir.

Rom. O she doth teach the Torches to burne bright: It seemes she hangs vpon the cheeke of…

Tib. This by his voice, should be a Mountague. Fetch me my Rapier Boy, what dares the slaue…

Cap. Why how now kinsman, Wherefore storme you so?

Tib. Vncle this is a Mountague, our foe: A Villaine that is hither come in spight, To scorne…

Cap. Young Romeo is it?

Tib. 'Tis he, that Villaine Romeo.

Cap. Content thee gentle Coz, let him alone, A beares him like a portly Gentleman: And to say…

Tib. It fits when such a Villaine is a guest, Ile not endure him.

Cap. He shall be endur'd. What goodman boy, I say he shall, go too, Am I the Maister…

Tib. Why Vncle, 'tis a shame.

Cap. Go too, go too, You are a sawcy Boy, 'ist so indeed? This tricke may chance to…

Tib. Patience perforce, with wilfull choler meeting, Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting: I will withdraw,…

Exit.

Rom. If I prophane with my vnworthiest hand, This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this, My lips…

Iul. Good Pilgrime, You do wrong your hand too much. Which mannerly deuotion shewes in this, For Saints…

Rom. Haue not Saints lips, and holy Palmers too?

Iul. I Pilgrim, lips that they must vse in prayer.

Rom. O then deare Saint, let lips do what hands do, They pray (grant thou) least faith turne…

Iul. Saints do not moue, Though grant for prayers sake.

Rom. Then moue not while my prayers effect I take: Thus from my lips, by thine my sin…

Iul. Then haue my lips the sin that they haue tooke.

Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespasse sweetly vrg'd: Giue me my sin againe.

Iul. You kisse by'th'booke.

Nur. Madam your Mother craues a word with you.

Rom. What is her Mother?

Nurs. Marrie Batcheler, Her Mother is the Lady of the house, And a good Lady, and a wise,…

Rom. Is she a Capulet? O deare account! My life is my foes debt.

Ben. Away, be gone, the sport is at the best.

Rom. I so I feare, the more is my vnrest.

Cap. Nay Gentlemen prepare not to be gone, We haue a trifling foolish Banquet towards: Is it e'ne…

Iuli. Come hither Nurse, What is yond Gentleman:

Nur. The Sonne and Heire of old Tyberio.

Iuli. What's he that now is going out of doore?

Nur. Marrie that I thinke be young Petruchio.

Iul. What's he that follows here that would not dance?

Nur. I know not.

Iul. Go aske his name: if he be married, My graue is like to be my wedded bed.

Nur. His name is Romeo, and a Mountague, The onely Sonne of your great Enemie.

Iul. My onely Loue sprung from my onely hate, Too early seene, vnknowne, and knowne too late, Prodigious…

Nur. What's this? whats this?

Iul. A rime, I learne euen now Of one I dan'st withall.

One cals within, Iuliet.

Nur. Anon, anon: Come let's away, the strangers all are gone.

Exeunt.

Chorus. Now old desire doth in his death bed lie, And yong affection gapes to be his Hei□□,…

Enter Romeo alone.

Rom. Can I goe forward when my heart is here? Turne backe dull earth, and find thy Center…

Enter Benuolio with Mercutio.

Ben. Romeo, my Cozen Romeo, Romeo.

Merc. He is wise, And on my life hath stolne him home to bed.

Ben. He ran this way and leapt this Orchard wall. Call good Mercutio: Nay, Ile coniure too.

Mer. Romeo, Humours, Madman, Passion, Louer, Appeare thou in the likenesse of a sigh, Speake but one rime,…

Ben. And if he heare thee thou wilt anger him.

Mer. This cannot anger him, t'would anger him To raise a spirit in his Mistresse circle, Of some…

Ben. Come, he hath hid himselfe among these Trees To be consorted with the Humerous night: Blind is…

Mer. If Loue be blind, Loue cannot hit the marke, Now will he sit vnder a Medler tree,…

Ben. Go then, for 'tis in vaine to seeke him here That meanes not to be found.

Exeunt.

Rom. He ieasts at Scarres that neuer felt a wound, But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?…

Iul. Ay me.

Rom. She speakes. Oh speake againe bright Angell, for thou art As glorious to this night being ore…

Iul. O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Denie thy Father and refuse thy name: Or if thou…

Rom. Shall I heare more, or shall I speake at this?

Iu. 'Tis but thy name that is my Enemy: Thou art thy selfe, though not a Mountague, What's…

Rom. I take thee at thy word: Call me but Loue, and Ile be new baptiz'd, Hence foorth…

Iuli. What man art thou, that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsell?

Rom. By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name deare Saint,…

Iuli. My eares haue yet not drunke a hundred words Of thy tongues vttering, yet I know the…

Rom. Neither faire Maid, if either thee dislike.

Iul. How cam'st thou hither. Tell me, and wherefore? The Orchard walls are high, and hard to climbe,…

Rom. With Loues light wings Did I ore‑perch these Walls, For stony limits cannot hold Loue out, And…

Iul. If they do see thee, they will murther thee.

Rom. Alacke there lies more perill in thine eye, Then twenty of their Swords, looke thou but sweete,…

Iul. I would not for the world they saw thee here.

Rom. I haue nights cloake to hide me from their eyes And but thou loue me, let them…

Iul. By whose direction found'st thou out this place?

Rom. By Loue that first did promp me to enquire, He lent me counsell, and I lent him…

Iul. Thou knowest the maske of night is on my face, Else would a Maiden blush bepaint my…

Rom. Lady, by yonder Moone I vow, That tips with siluer all these Fruite tree tops.

Iul. O sweare not by the Moone, th'inconstant Moone, That monethly changes in her circled Orbe, Least that…

Rom. What shall I sweare by?

Iul. Do not sweare at all: Or if thou wilt sweare by thy gratious selfe, Which is the…

Rom. If my hearts deare loue.

Iuli. Well do not sweare, although I ioy in thee: I haue no ioy of this contract to…

Rom. O wilt thou leaue me so vnsatisfied?

Iuli. What satisfaction can'st thou haue to night?

Ro. Th'exchange of thy Loues faithfull vow for mine.

Iul. I gaue thee mine before thou did'st request it: And yet I would it were to giue…

Rom. Would'st thou withdraw it, For what purpose Loue?

Iul. But to be franke and giue it thee againe, And yet I wish but for the thing…

Rom. O blessed blessed night, I am afear'd Being in night, all this is but a dreame, Too…

Iul. Three words deare Romeo, And goodnight indeed, If that thy bent of Loue be Honourable, Thy purpose…

Rom. So thriue my soule.

Iu. A thousand times goodnight.

Exit.

Rome. A thousand times the worse to want thy light, Loue goes toward Loue as school‑boyes frō thier…

Enter Iuliet againe.

Iul. Hist Romeo hist: O for a Falkners voice, To lure this Tassell gentle backe againe, Bondage is…

Rom. It is my soule that calls vpon my name. How siluer sweet, sound Louers tongues by night,…

Iul. Romeo.

Rom. My Neece.

Iul. What a clock to morrow Shall I send to thee?

Rom. By the houre of nine.

Iul. I will not faile, 'tis twenty yeares till then, I haue forgot why I did call thee…

Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it.

Iul. I shall forget, to haue thee still stand there, Remembring how I Loue thy company.

Rom. And Ile still stay, to haue thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this.

Iul. 'Tis almost morning, I would haue thee gone, And yet no further then a wantons Bird, That…

Rom. I would I were thy Bird.

Iul. Sweet so would I, Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing: Good night, good night.

Rom. Parting is such sweete sorrow, That I shall say goodnight, till it be morrow.

Iul. Sleepe dwell vpon thine eyes, peace in thy brest.

Rom. Would I were sleepe and peace so sweet to rest, The gray ey'd morne smiles on the…

Exit.

Enter Frier alone with a basket.

Fri. The gray ey'd morne smiles on the frowning night, Checkring the Easterne Cloudes with streaks of light:…

Rom. Good morrow Father.

Fri. Benedecite. What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young Sonne, it argues a distempered head, So soone…

Rom. That last is true, the sweeter rest was mine.

Fri. God pardon sin: wast thou with Rosaline?

Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly Father? No, I haue forgot that name, and that names woe.

Fri. That's my good Son, but wher hast thou bin then?

Rom. Ile tell thee ere thou aske it me agen: I haue beene feasting with mine enemie, Where…

Fri. Be plaine good Son, rest homely in thy drift, Ridling confession, findes but ridling shrift.

Rom. Then plainly know my hearts deare Loue is set, On the faire daughter of rich Capulet: As…

Fri. Holy S. Francis, what a change is heere? Is Rosaline that thou didst Loue so deare So…

Rom. Thou chid'st me oft for louing Rosaline.

Fri. For doting, not for louing pupill mine.

Rom. And bad'st me bury Loue.

Fri. Not in a graue, To lay one in, another out to haue.

Rom. I pray thee chide me not, her I Loue now Doth grace for grace, and Loue for…

Fri. O she knew well, Thy Loue did read by rote, that could not spell: But come young…

Rom. O let vs hence, I stand on sudden hast.

Fri. Wisely and slow, they stumble that run fast.

Exeunt.

Enter Benuolio and Mercutio.

Mer. Where the deu□le should this Romeo be? came he not home to night?

Ben. Not to his Fathers, I spoke with his man.

Mer. Why that same pale hard‑harted wench, that Ro­ saline torments him so, that he will sure run…

Ben. Tibalt, the kinsman to old Capulet, hath sent a Let­ ter to his Fathers house.

Mer. A challenge on my life.

Ben. Romeo will answere it.

Mer. Any man that can write, may answere a Letter.

Ben. Nay, he will answere the Letters Maister how he dares, being dared.

Mer. Alas poore Romeo, he is already dead stab'd with a white wenches blacke eye, runne through the…

Ben. Why what is Tibalt?

Mer. More then Prince of Cats. Oh hee's the Couragi­ ous Captaine of Complements: he fights as you…

Ben. The what?

Mer. The Pox of such antique lisping affecting phan­ tacies, these new tuners of accent: Iesu a very…

Enter Romeo.

Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.

Mer. Without his Roe, like a dryed Hering. O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified? Now is he…

Romeo. Good morrow to you both, what counterfeit did I giue you?

Mer. The slip sir, the slip, can you not conceiue?

Rom. Pardon Mercutio, my businesse was great, and in such a case as mine, a man may straine…

Mer. That's as much as to say, such a case as yours con­ strains a man to bow…

Rom. Meaning to cursie.

Mer. Thou hast most kindly hit it.

Rom. A most curteous exposition.

Mer. Nay, I am the very pinck of curtesie.

Rom. Pinke for flower.

Mer. Right.

Rom. Why then is my Pump well flowr'd.

Mer. Sure wit, follow me this ieast, now till thou hast worne out thy Pump, that when the…

Rom. O single sol'd ieast, Soly singular for the singlenesse.

Mer. Come betweene vs good Benuolio, my wits faints.

Rom. Swits and spurs, Swits and spurs, or Ile crie a match.

Mer. Nay, if our wits run the Wild‑Goose chase, I am done: For thou hast more of the…

Rom. Thou wast neuer with mee for any thing, when thou wast not there for the Goose.

Mer. I will bite thee by the eare for that iest.

Rom. Nay, good Goose bite not.

Mer. Thy wit is a very Bitter‑sweeting, It is a most sharpe sawce.

Rom. And is it not well seru'd into a Sweet‑Goose?

Mer. Oh here's a wit of Cheuerell, that stretches from an ynch narrow, to an ell broad.

Rom. I stretch it out for that word, broad, which added to the Goose, proues thee farre and…

Mer. Why is not this better now, then groning for Loue, now art thou sociable, now art thou…

Ben. Stop there, stop there.

Mer. Thou desir'st me to stop in my tale against the (haire.

Ben. Thou would'st else haue made thy tale large.

Mer. O thou art deceiu'd, I would haue made it short, or I was come to the whole…

Enter Nurse and her man.

Rom. Here's a goodly geare. A sayle, a sayle.

Mer. Two, two: a Shirt and a Smocke.

Nur. Peter?

Peter. Anon.

Nur. My Fan Peter?

Mer. Good Peter to hide her face? For her Fans the fairer face?

Nur. God ye good morrow Gentlemen.

Mer. God ye gooden faire Gentlewoman.

Nur. Is it gooden?

Mer. 'Tis no lesse I tell you: for the bawdy hand of the Dyall is now vpon the…

Nur. Out vpon you: what a man are you?

Rom. One Gentlewoman, That God hath made, himselfe to mar.

Nur. By my troth it is said, for himselfe to, mar qua­ t ha: Gentlemen, can any of…

Romeo. I can tell you: but young Romeo will be older when you haue found him, then he…

Nur. You say well.

Mer. Yea is the worst well, Very well tooke: Ifaith, wisely, wisely.

Nur. If you be he sir, I desire some confidence with you?

Ben. She will endite him to some Supper.

Mer. A baud, a baud, a baud. So ho.

Rom. What hast thou found?

Mer. No Hare sir, vnlesse a Hare sir in a Lenten pie, that is something stale and hoare…

Rom. I will follow you.

Mer. Farewell auncient Lady: Farewell Lady, Lady, Lady.

Exit. Mercutio, Benuolio.

Nur. I pray you sir, what sawcie Merchant was this that was so full of his roperie?

Rom. A Gentleman Nurse, that loues to heare himselfe talke, and will speake more in a minute, then…

Nur. And a speake any thing against me, Ile take him downe, & a were lustier then he…

Pet. I saw no man vse you at his pleasure: if I had, my weapon should quickly haue…

Nur. Now afore God, I am so vext, that euery part about me quiuers, skuruy knaue: pray you…

Nur. Nurse commend me to thy Lady and Mistresse, I protest vnto thee.

Nur. Good heart, and yfaith I will tell her as much: Lord, Lord she will be a ioyfull…

Rom. What wilt thou tell her Nurse? thou doest not marke me?

Nur. I will tell her sir, that you do protest, which as I take it, is a Gentleman‑like…

Rom. Bid her deuise some meanes to come to shrift this (afternoone, And there she shall at Frier…

Nur. No truly sir not a penny.

Rom. Go too, I say you shall.

Nur. This afternoone sir? well she shall be there.

Ro. And stay thou good Nurse behind the Abbey wall, Within this houre my man shall be with…

Nur. Now God in heauen blesse thee: harke you sir,

Rom. What saist thou my deare Nurse?

Nurse. Is your man secret, did you nere heare say two may keepe counsell putting one away.

Ro. Warrant thee my man is true as steele.

Nur. Well sir, my Mistresse is the sweetest Lady, Lord, Lord, when 'twas a little prating thing. O…

Rom. I Nurse, what of that? Both with an R

Nur. A mocker that's the dogs name. R. is for the no, I know it begins with some…

Rom. Commend me to thy Lady.

Nur. I a thousand times. Peter?

Pet. Anon.

Nur. Before and apace.

Exit Nurse and Peter.

Enter Iuliet.

Iul. The clocke strook nine, when I did send the Nurse, In halfe an houre she promised to…

Nur. Peter stay at the gate.

Iul. Now good sweet Nurse: O Lord, why lookest thou sad? Though newes, be sad, yet tell them…

Nur. I am a weary, giue me leaue awhile, Fie how my bones ake, what a iaunt haue…

Iul. I would thou had'st my bones, and I thy newes: Nay come I pray thee speake, good…

Nur. Iesu what hast? can you not stay a while? Do you not see that I am out…

Iul. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breth To say to me, that thou art…

Nur. Well, you haue made a simple choice, you know not how to chuse a man: Romeo, no…

Iul. No no: but all this this did I know before What saies he of our marriage? what…

Nur. Lord how my head akes, what a head haue I? It beates as it would fall in…

Iul. Ifaith: I am sorrie that thou art so well. Sweet sweet, sweet Nurse, tell me what saies…

Nur. Your Loue saies like an honest Gentleman, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, And…

Iul. Where is my Mother? Why she is within, where should she be? How odly thou repli'st: Your…

Nur. O Gods Lady deare, Are you so hot? marrie come vp I trow, Is this the Poultis…

Iul. Heere's such a coile, come what saies Romeo?

Nur. Haue you got leaue to go to shrift to day?

Iul. I haue.

Nur. Then high you hence to Frier Lawrence Cell, There staies a Husband to make you a wife:…

Iul. Hie to high Fortune, honest Nurse, farewell.

Exeunt.

Enter Frier and Romeo.

Fri. So smile the heauens vpon this holy act, That after houres, with sorrow chide vs not.

Rom. Amen, amen, but come what sorrow can, It cannot counteruaile the exchange of ioy That one short…

Fri. These violent delights haue violent endes, And in their triumph: die like fire and powder; Which as…

Iul. Good euen to my ghostly Confessor.

Fri. Romeo shall thanke thee Daughter for vs both.

Iul. As much to him, else in his thanks too much.

Fri. Ah Iuliet, if the measure of thy ioy Be heapt like mine, and that thy skill be…

Iul. Conceit more rich in matter then in words, Brags of his substance, not of Ornament: They are…

Fri. Come, come with me, & we will make short worke, For by your leaues, you shall not…

Enter Mercutio, Benuolio, and men.

Ben. I pray thee good Mercutio lets retire, The day is hot, the Capulets abroad: And if we…

Mer. Thou art like one of these fellowes, that when he enters the confines of a Tauerne, claps…

Ben. Am I like such a Fellow?

Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Iacke in thy mood, as any in Italie: and assoone…

Ben. And what too?

Mer. Nay, and there were two such, we should haue none shortly, for one would kill the other:…

Ben. And I were so apt to quarell as thou art, any man should buy the Fee‑simple of…

Mer. The Fee‑simple? O simple.

Enter Tybalt, Petruchio, and others.

Ben. By my head here comes the Capulets.

Mer. By my heele I care not.

Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speake to them. Gentlemen, Good den, a word with one of…

Mer. And but one word with one of vs? couple it with something, make it a word and…

Tib. You shall find me apt inough to that sir, and you will giue me occasion.

Mercu. Could you not take some occasion without giuing?

Tib. Mercutio thou consort'st with Romeo.

Mer. Consort? what dost thou make vs Minstrels? & thou make Minstrels of vs, looke to heare nothing…

Ben. We talke here in the publike haunt of men: Either withdraw vnto some priuate place, Or reason…

Mer. Mens eyes were made to looke, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no mans…

Enter Romeo.

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

Mer. But Ile be hang'd sir if he weare your Liuery: Marry go before to field, heele be…

Tib. Romeo, the loue I beare thee, can affoord No better terme then this: Thou art a Villaine.

Rom. Tibalt, the reason that I haue to loue thee, Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such…

Tib. Boy, this shall not excuse the iniuries That thou hast done me, therefore turne and draw.

Rom. I do protest I neuer iniur'd thee, But lou'd thee better then thou can'st deuise: Till thou…

Mer. O calme, dishonourable, vile submission: Alla stucatho carries it away. Tybalt, you Rat‑catcher, will you walke?

Tib. What wouldst thou haue with me?

Mer. Good King of Cats, nothing but one of your nine liues, that I meane to make bold…

Tib. I am for you.

Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy Rapier vp.

Mer. Come sir, your Passado.

Rom. Draw Benuolio, beat downe their weapons: Gentlemen, for shame forbeare this outrage, Tibalt, Mercutio, the Prince expresly…

Exit Tybalt.

Mer. I am hurt. A plague a both the Houses, I am sped: Is he gone and hath…

Ben. What art thou hurt?

Mer. I, I, a scratch, a scratch, marry 'tis inough, Where is my Page? go Villaine fetch a…

Rom. Courage man, the hurt cannot be much.

Mer. No: 'tis not so deepe as a well, nor so wide as a Church doore, but 'tis…

Rom. I thought all for the best.

Mer. Helpe me into some house Benuolio, Or I shall faint: a plague a both your houses. They…

Exit.

Rom. This Gentleman the Princes neere Alie, My very Friend hath got his mortall hurt In my behalfe,…

Enter Benuolio.

Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, braue Mercutio's is dead, That Gallant spirit hath aspir'd the Cloudes, Which too vntimely…

Rom. This daies blacke Fate, on mo daies doth depend, This but begins, the wo others must end.

Enter Tybalt.

Ben. Here comes the Furious Tybalt backe againe.

Rom. He gon in triumph, and Mercutio slaine? Away to heauen respectiue Lenitie, And fire and Fury, be…

Tib. Thou wretched Boy that didst consort him here, Shalt with him hence.

Rom. This shall determine that.

They fight. Tybalt falles.

Ben. Romeo, away be gone: The Citizens are vp, and Tybalt slaine, Stand not amaz'd, the Prince will…

Rom. O! I am Fortunes foole.

Ben. Why dost thou stay?

Exit Romeo.

Enter Citizens.

Citi. Which way ran he that kild Mercutio? Tibalt that Murtherer, which way ran he?

Ben. There lies that Tybalt.

Citi. Vp sir go with me: I charge thee in the Princes names obey.

Enter Prince, old Montague, Capulet, their Wiues and all.

Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this Fray?

Ben. O Noble Prince, I can discouer all The vnluckie Mannage of this fatall brall: There lies the…

Cap. Wi. Tybalt, my Cozin? O my Brothers Child, O Prince, O Cozin, Husband, O the blood is…

Prin. Benuolio, who began this Fray?

Ben. Tybalt here slaine, whom Romeo's hand slay, Romeo that spoke him faire, bid him bethinke How nice…

Cap. Wi. He is a kinsman to the Mountague, Affection makes him false, he speakes not true: Some…

Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio, Who now the price of his deare blood doth owe.

Cap. Not Romeo Prince, he was Mercutios Friend, His fault concludes, but what the law should end, The…

Prin. And for that offence, Immediately we doe exile him hence: I haue an interest in□your hearts proceeding:…

Exeunt.

Enter Iuliet alone.

Iul. Gallop apace, you fiery footed fteedes, Towards Phæbus lodging, such a Wagoner As Phaeton would whip you…

Nur. I, I, the Cords.

Iuli. Ay me, what newes? Whst thou wring thy hands.

Nur. A welady, hee's dead, hee's dead, We are vndone Lady, we are vndone. Alacke the day, hee's…

Iul. Can heauen be so enuious?

Nur. Romeo can, Though heauen cannot. O Romeo, Romeo, Who euer would haue thought it Romeo.

Iuli. What diuell art thou, That dost torment me thus? This torture should be roar'd in dismall hell,…

Nur. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes, God saue the marke, here on his…

Iul. O breake my heart, Poore Banckrout breake at once, To prison eyes, nere looke on libertie. Vile…

Nur. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best Friend I had: O curteous Tybalt honest Gentleman, That euer I should…

Iul. What storme is this that blowes so contrarie? Is Romeo slaughtred? and is Tybalt dead? My dearest…

Nur. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished, Romeo that kil'd him, he is banished.

Iul. O God! Did Rom'os hand shed Tybalts blood It did, it did, alas the day, it did.

Nur. O Serpent heart, hid with a flowring face.

Iul. Did euer Dragon keepe so faire a Caue? Beautifull Tyrant, fiend Angelicall: Rauenous Doue‑feather'd Rauen, Woluish‑rauening Lambe,…

Nur. There's no trust, no faith, no honestie in men, All periur'd, all forsworne, all naught, all dissemblers,…

Iul. Blister'd be thy tongue For such a wish, he was not borne to shame: Vpon his brow…

Nur. Will you speake well of him, That kil'd your Cozen?

Iul. Shall I speake ill of him that is my husband? Ah poore my Lord, what tongue shall…

Nur. Weeping and wailing ouer Tybalts Coarse, Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.

Iu. Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shal be spent When theirs are drie for Romeo's banishment.…

Nur. Hie to your Chamber, Ile find Romeo To comfort you, I wot well where he is: Harke…

Iul. O find him, giue this Ring to my true Knight, And bid him come, to take his…

Exit.

Enter Frier and Romeo.

Fri. Romeo come forth, Come forth thou fearfull man, Affliction is enamor'd of thy parts: And thou art…

Rom. Father what newes? What is the Princes Doome? What sorrow craues acquaintance at my hand, That I…

Fri. Too familiar Is my deare Sonne with such sowre Company: I bring thee tydings of the Princes…

Rom. What lesse then Doomesday, Is the Princes Doome?

Fri. A gentler iudgement vanisht from his lips, Not bodies death, but bodies banishment.

Rom. Ha, banishment? be mercifull, say death: For exile hath more terror in his looke, Much more then…

Fri. Here from Verona art thou banished: Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

Rom. There is no world without Verona walles, But Purgatorie, Torture, hell it selfe: Hence banished, is banisht…

Fri. O deadly sin, O rude vnthankefulnesse! Thy falt our Law calles death, but the kind Prince Taking…

Rom. 'Tis Torture and not mercy, heauen is here Where Iuliet liues, and euery Cat and Dog, And…

Fri. Then fond Mad man, heare me speake.

Rom. O thou wilt speake againe of banishment.

Fri. Ile giue thee Armour to keepe off that word, Aduersities sweete milke, Philosophie, To comfort thee, though…

Rom. Yet banished? hang vp Philosophie: Vnlesse Philosohpie can make a Iuliet, Displant a Towne, reuerse a Princes…

Fri. O then I see, that Mad men haue no eares.

Rom. How should they, When wisemen haue no eyes?

Fri. Let me dispaire with thee of thy estate,

Rom. Thou can'st not speake of that yu dost not feele, Wert thou as young as Iuliet my…

Enter Nurse, and knockes.

Frier. Arise one knockes, Good Romeo hide thy selfe.

Rom. Not I, Vnlesse the breath of Hartsicke groanes Mist‑like infold me from the search of eyes.

Knocke

Fri. Harke how they knocke: (Who's there) Romeo arise, Thou wilt be taken, stay a while, stand vp:…

Enter Nurse.

Nur. Let me come in, And you shall know my errand: I come from Lady Iuliet.

Fri. Welcome then.

Nur. O holy Frier, O tell me holy Frier, Where's my Ladies Lord? where's Romeo?

Fri. There on the ground, With his owne teares made drunke.

Nur. O he is euen in my Mistresse case, Iust in her case. O wofull simpathy: Pittious predicament,…

Rom. Nurse.

Nur. Ah sir, ah sir, deaths the end of all.

Rom. Speak'st thou of Iuliet? how is it with her? Doth not she thinke me an old Murtherer,…

Nur. Oh she sayes nothing sir, but weeps and weeps, And now fals on her bed, and then…

Ro. As if that name shot from the dead leuell of a Gun, Did murder her, as that…

Fri. Hold thy desperate hand: Art thou a man? thy forme cries out thou art: Thy teares are…

For then thou canst not passe to Mantua, Where thou shalt liue till we can finde a time…

Nur. O Lord, I could haue staid here all night, To heare good counsell: oh what learning is!…

Rom. Do so, and bid my Sweete prepare to chide.

Nur. Heere sir, a Ring she bid me giue you sir: Hie you, make hast, for it growes…

Rom. How well my comfort is reuiu'd by this.

Fri. Go hence, Goodnight, and here stands all your state: Either be gone before the watch be set,…

Rom. But that a ioy past ioy, calls out on me, It were a griefe, so briefe to…

Exeunt.

Enter old Capulet, his Wife and Paris.

Cap. Things haue falne out sir so vnluckily, That we haue had no time to moue our Daughter:…

Par. These times of wo, affoord no times to wooe: Madam goodnight, commend me to your Daughter.

Lady. I will, and know her mind early to morrow, To night, she is mewed vp to her…

Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender Of my Childes loue: I thinke she will be…

Par. Monday my Lord.

Cap. Monday, ha ha: well Wendsday is too soone, A Thursday let it be: a Thursday tell her,…

Paris. My Lord, I would that Thursday were to morrow.

Cap. Well, get you gone, a Thursday, be it then: Go you to Iuliet ere you go to…

Exeunt.

Enter Romeo and Iuliet aloft.

Iul. Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet neere day: It was the Nightingale, and not the…

Rom. It was the Larke the Herauld of the Morne: No Nightingale: looke Loue what enuious streakes Do…

Iul. Yond light is not daylight, I know it I: It is some Meteor that the Sun exhales,…

Rom. Let me be tane, let me be put to death, I am content, so thou wilt haue…

Iuli. It is, it is, hie hence be gone away: It is the Larke that sings so out…

Rom. More light & light, more darke & darke our woes.

Enter Madam and Nurse.

Nur. Madam.

Iul. Nurse.

Nur. Your Lady Mother is comming to your chamber, The day is broke, be wary, looke about.

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

Rom. Farewell, farewell, one kisse and Ile descend.

Iul. Art thou gone so? Loue, Lord, ay Husband, Friend, I must heare from thee euery day in…

Rom. Farewell: I will omit no oportunitie, That may conuey my greetings Loue, to thee.

Iul. O thinkest thou we shall euer meet againe?

Rom. I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serue For sweet discourses in our time to…

Iuliet. O God! I haue an ill Diuining soule, Me thinkes I see thee now, thou art so…

Rom. And trust me Loue, in my eye so do you: Drie sorrow drinkes our blood. Adue, adue.

Exit.

Iul. O Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle, If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him…

Enter Mother.

Lad. Ho Daughter, are you vp?

Iul: Who ist that calls? Is it my Lady Mother. Is she not downe so late, or vp…

Lad. Why how now Iuliet?

Iul. Madam I am not well.

Lad. Euermore weeping for your Cozins death? What wilt thou wash him from his graue with teares? And…

Iul. Yet let me weepe, for such a feeling losse.

Lad. So shall you feele the losse, but not the Friend Which you weepe for.

Iul. Feeling so the losse, I cannot chuse but euer weepe the Friend.

La. Well Girle, thou weep'st not so much for his death, As that the Villaine liues which slaughter'd…

Iul. What Villaine, Madam?

Lad. That same Villaine Romeo.

Iul. Villaine and he, be many Miles assunder: God pardon, I doe with all my heart: And yet…

Lad. That is because the Traitor liues.

Iul. I Madam from the reach of these my hands: Would none but I might venge my Cozins…

Lad. We will haue vengeance for it, feare thou not. Then weepe no more, Ile send to one…

Iul. Indeed I neuer shall be satisfied With Romeo, till I behold him. Dead Is my poore heart…

Mo. Find thou the meanes, and Ile find such a man. But now Ile tell thee ioyfull tidings…

Iul. And ioy comes well, in such a needy time, What are they, beseech your Ladyship?

Mo. Well, well, thou hast a carefull Father Child? One who to put thee from thy heauinesse, Hath…

Iul. Madam in happy time, what day is this?

Mo. Marry my Child, early next Thursday morne, The gallant, young, and Noble Gentleman, The Countie Paris at…

Iul. Now by Sain□ Peters Church, and Peter too, He shall not make me there a ioyfull Bride.…

Mo. Here comes your Father, tell him so your selfe, And see how he will take it at…

Enter Capulet and Nurse.

Cap. When the Sun sets, the earth doth drizzle daew But for the Sunset of my Brothers Sonne,…

Lady. I sir; But she will none, she giues you thankes, I would the foole were married to…

Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you wife, How, will she none? doth she not…

Iul. Not proud you haue, But thankfull that you haue: Proud can I neuer be of what I…

Cap. How now? How now? Chopt Logicke? what is this? Proud, and I thanke you: and I thanke…

Lady. Fie, fie, what are you mad?

Iul. Good Father, I beseech you on my knees Heare me with patience, but to speake a word.

Fa. Hang thee young baggage, disobedient wretch, I tell thee what, get thee to Church a Thursday, Or…

Nur. God in heauen blesse her, You are too blame my Lord to rate her so.

Fa. And why my Lady wisedome? hold your tongue, Good Prudence, smatter with your gossip, go.

Nur. I speak no treason, Father, O Godigoden, May not one speake?

Fa. Peace you mumbling foole, Vtter your grauitie ore a Gossips bowles For here we need it not.

La. You are too hot.

Fa. Gods bread, it makes me mad: Day, night, houre, ride, time, worke, play, Alone in companie, still…

Exit.

Iuli. Is there no pittie sitting in the Cloudes, That sees into the bottome of my griefe? □□sweet…

Mo. Talke not to me, for Ile not speake a word, □o as thou wilt, for I haue…

Exit.

Iul. O God! O Nurse, how shall this be preuented? My Husband is on earth, my faith in…

Nur. Faith here it is, Romeo is banished, and all the world to nothing, That he dares nere…

Iul. Speakest thou from thy heart?

Nur. And from my soule too, Or else beshrew them both.

Iul. Amen.

Nur. What?

Iul. Well, thou hast comforted me marue'lous much, Go in, and tell my Lady I am gone, Hauing…

Nur. Marrie I will, and this is wisely done.

Iul. Auncient damnation, O most wicked fiend! It is more sin to wish me thus forsworne, Or to…

Exeunt.

Enter Frier and Countie Paris.

Fri. On Thursday sir? the time is very short.

Par. My Father Capulet will haue it so, And I am nothing slow to slack his hast.

Fri. You say you do not know the Ladies mind? Vneuen is the course, I like it not.

Pa. Immoderately she weepes for Tybalts death, And therfore haue I little talke of Loue, For Venus smiles…

Fri. I would I knew not why it should be slow'd. Looke sir, here comes the Lady towards…

Enter Iuliet.

Par. Happily met, my Lady and my wife.

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

Par. That may be, must be Loue, on Thursday next.

Iul. What must be shall be.

Fri. That's a certaine text.

Par. Come you to make confession to this Father?

Iul. To answere that, I should confesse to you.

Par. Do not denie to him, that you Loue me.

Iul. I will confesse to you that I Loue him.

Par. So will ye, I am sure that you Loue me.

Iul. If I do so, it will be of more price, Being spoke behind your backe, then to…

Par. Poore soule, thy face is much abus'd with teares.

Iul. The teares haue got small victorie by that: For it was bad inough before their spight.

Pa. Thou wrong'st it more then teares with that report.

Iul. That is no slaunder sir, which is a truth, And what I spake, I spake it to…

Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slaundred it.

Iul. It may be so, for it is not mine owne. Are you at leisure, Holy Father now,…

Fri. My leisure serues me pensiue daughter now. My Lord you must intreat the time alone.

Par. Godsheild: I should disturbe Deuotion, Iuliet, on Thursday early will I rowse yee, Till then adue, and…

Exit Paris.

Iul. O shut the doore, and when thou hast done so, Come weepe with me, past hope, past…

Fri. O Iuliet, I alreadie know thy griefe, It streames me past the compasse of my wits: I…

Iul. Tell me not Frier that thou hearest of this, Vnlesse thou tell me how I may preuent…

Fri. Hold Daughter, I doe spie a kind of hope, Which craues as desperate an execution, As that…

Iul. Oh bid me leape, rather then marrie Paris, From of the Battlements of any Tower, Or walke…

Fri. Hold then: goe home, be merrie, giue consent, To marrie Paris: wensday is to morrow, To morrow…

Iul. Giue me, giue me, O tell me not of care.

Fri. Hold get you gone, be strong and prosperous: In this resolue, Ile send a Frier with speed…

Iu. Loue giue me strength, And strength shall helpe afford: Farewell deare father.

Exit

Enter Father Capulet, Mother, Nurse, and Seruing men, two or three.

Cap. So many guests inuite as here are writ, Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning Cookes.

Ser. You shall haue none ill sir, for Ile trie if they can licke their fingers.

Cap. How canst thou trie them so?

Ser. Marrie sir, 'tis an ill Cooke that cannot licke his owne fingers: therefore he that cannot licke…

Cap. Go be gone, we shall be much vnfurnisht for this time: what is my Daughter gone to…

Nur. I forsooth.

Cap. Well he may chance to do some good on her, A peeuish selfe‑wild harlotry it is.

Enter Iuliet.

Nur. See where she comes from shrift With merrie looke.

Cap. How now my headstrong, Where haue you bin gadding?

Iul. Where I haue learnt me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition: To you and your behests,…

Cap. Send for the Countie, goe tell him of this, Ile haue this knot knit vp to morrow…

Iul. I met the youthfull Lord at Lawrence Cell, And gaue him what becomed Loue I might, Not…

Cap. Why I am glad on't, this is well, stand vp, This is as't should be, let me…

Iul. Nurse will you goe with me into my Closet, To helpe me sort such needfull ornaments, As…

Mo. No not till Thursday, there's time inough.

Fa. Go Nurse, go with her, Weele to Church to morrow.

Exeunt Iuliet and Nurse.

Mo. We shall be short in our prouision, 'Tis now neere night.

Fa. Tush, I will stirre about, And all things shall be well, I warrant thee wife: Go thou…

Exeunt Father and Mother.

Enter Iuliet and Nurse.

Iul. I those attires are best, but gentle Nurse I pray thee leaue me to my selfe to…

Enter Mother.

Mo. What are you busie ho? need you my help?

Iul. No Madam, we haue cul'd such necessaries As are behoouefull for our state to morrow: So please…

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

Exeunt.

Iul. Farewell: God knowes when we shall meete againe. I haue a faint cold feare thrills through my…

Seeking out Romeo that did spit his body Vpon my Rapiers point: stay Tybalt, stay; Romeo, Romeo, Romeo,…

Enter Lady of the house, and Nurse.

Lady. Hold, Take these keies, and fetch more spices Nurse.

Nur. They call for Dates and Quinces in the Pastrie.

Enter old Capulet.

Cap. Come, stir stir stir, The second Cocke hath Crow'd, The Curphew Bell hath rung, 'tis three a…

Nur. Go you Cot‑queane, go, Get you to bed, faith youle be sicke to morrow For this nights…

Cap. No not a whit: what? I haue watcht ere now All night for lesse cause, and nere…

La. I you haue bin a Mouse‑hunt in your time, But I will watch you from such watching…

Exit Lady and Nurse.

Cap. A iealous hood, a iealous hood, Now fellow, what there?

Enter three or foure with spits, and logs, and baskets.

Fel. Things for the Cooke sir, but I know not what.

Cap. Make hast, make hast, sirrah, fetch drier Logs. Call Peter, he will shew thee where they are.

Fel. I haue a head sir, that will find out logs, And neuer trouble Peter for the matter.

Cap. Masse and well said, a merrie horson, ha, Thou shalt be loggerhead; good Father, 'tis day. Play…

Nur. Mistris, what Mistris? Iuliet? Fast I warrant her she. Why Lambe, why Lady? fie you sluggabed, Why…

Mo. What noise is heere?

Enter Mother.

Nur. O lamentable day.

Mo. What is the matter?

Nur. Looke, looke, oh heauie day.

Mo. O me, O me, my Child, my onely life: Reuiue, looke vp, or I will die with…

Enter Father.

Fa. For shame bring Iuliet forth, her Lord is come.

Nur. Shee's dead: deceast, shee's dead: alacke the day.

M. Alacke the day, shee's dead, shee's dead, shee's dead.

Fa. Ha? Let me see her: out alas shee's cold, Her blood is setled and her ioynts are…

Nur. O Lamentable day!

Mo. O wofull time.

Fa. Death that hath tane her hence to make me waile, Ties vp my tongue, and will not…

Enter Frier and the Countie.

Fri. Come, is the Bride ready to go to Church?

Fa. Ready to go, but neuer to returne. O Sonne, the night before thy wedding day, Hath death…

Pa. Haue I thought long to see this mornings face, And doth it giue me such a sight…

Mo. Accur'st, vnhappie, wretched hatefull day Most miserable houre, that ere time saw In lasting labour of his…

Nur. O wo, O wofull, wofull, wofull day Most lamentable day, most wofull day, That euer, euer, I…

Pa. Beguild, diuorced, wronged, spighted, slaine, Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd, By cruell, cruell thee, quite ouerthrowne:…

Fat. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martir'd, kil'd, Vncomfortable time, why cam'st thou now To murther, murther our solemnitie? O…

Fri. Peace ho for shame, confusions: Care liues not In these confusions, heauen and your selfe Had part…

Fa. All things that we ordained Festiuall, Turne from their office to blacke Funerall: Our instruments to melancholy…

Fri. Sir go you in; and Madam, go with him, And go sir Paris, euery one prepare To…

Exeunt

Mu. Faith we may put vp our Pipes and be gone.

Nur. Honest goodfellowes: Ah put vp, put vp, For well you know, this is a pitifull case.

Mu. I by my troth, the case may be amended.

Enter Peter.

Pet. Musitions, oh Musitions, Hearts ease, hearts ease, O, and you will haue me liue, play hearts ease.

Mu. Why hearts ease;

Pet. O Musitions, Because my heart it selfe plaies, my heart is full.

Mu. Not a dump we, 'tis no time to play now.

Pet. You will not then?

Mu. No.

Pet. I will then giue it you soundly.

Mu. What will you giue vs?

Pet. No money on my faith, but the gleeke. I will giue you the Minstrell.

Mu. Then will I giue you the Seruing creature.

Peter. Then will I lay the seruing Creatures Dagger on your pate. I will carie no Crochets, Ile…

Mu. And you Re vs, and Fa vs, you Note vs.

2. M. Pray you put vp your Dagger, And put out your wit. Then haue at you with…

Peter. I will drie‑beate you with an yron wit, And put vp my yron Dagger. Answere me like…

Mu. Mary sir, because siluer hath a sweet sound.

Pet. Pratest, what say you Hugh Rebicke?

2. M. I say siluer sound, because Musitions sound for sil­ (uer

Pet. Pratest to, what say you Iames Sound‑Post?

3. Mu. Faith I know not what to say.

Pet. O I cry you mercy, you are the Singer. I will say for you; it is Musicke…

Exit.

Mu. What a pestilent knaue is this same?

M. 2. Hang him Iacke, come weele in here, tarrie for the Mourners, and stay dinner.

Exit.

Enter Romeo.

Rom. If I may trust the flattering truth of sleepe, My dreames presage some ioyfull newes at hand:…

Man. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill. Her body sleepes in Capels Monument, And her…

Rom. Is it euen so? Then I denie you Starres. Thou knowest my lodging, get me inke and…

Man. I do beseech you sir, haue patience: Your lookes are pale and wild, and do import Some…

Rom. Tush, thou art deceiu'd, Leaue me, and do the thing I bid thee do. Hast thou no…

Man. No my good Lord.

Exit Man.

Rom. No matter: Get thee gone, And hyre those Horses, Ile be with thee straight. Well Iuliet, I…

Enter Appothecarie.

App. Who call's so low'd?

Rom. Come hither man, I see that thou art poore, Hold, there is fortie Duckets, let me haue…

App. Such mortall drugs I haue, but Mantuas law Is death to any he, that vtters them.

Rom. Art thou so bare and full of wretchednesse, And fear'st to die? Famine is in thy cheekes,…

App. My pouerty, but not my will consents.

Rom. I pray thy pouerty, and not thy will.

App. Put this in any liquid thing you will And drinke it off, and if you had the…

Rom. There's thy Gold, Worse poyson to mens soules, Doing more murther in this loathsome world, Then these…

Exeunt.

Enter Frier Iohn to Frier Lawrence.

Iohn. Holy Franciscan Frier, Brother, ho?

Enter Frier Lawrence.

Law. This same should be the voice of Frier Iohn. Welcome from Mantua, what sayes Romeo? Or if…

Iohn. Going to find a bare‑foote Brother out, One of our order to associate me, Here in this…