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Romeo and Juliet

ROMEO AND JULIET

(two dates are assigned to it, 1591 and 1596-1597)

 

 

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

 

ESCALUS: prince of Verona. (PRINCE:)

PARIS: a young nobleman, kinsman to the prince. MONTAGUE, CAPULET: heads of two houses at variance

with each other.

 

An old man, cousin to Capulet. (Second Capulet:) ROMEO: son to Montague.

MERCUTIO: kinsman to the prince, and friend to Romeo. BENVOLIO: nephew to Montague, and friend to Romeo. TYBALT: nephew to Lady Capulet.

FRIAR LAURENCE, FRIAR JOHN: Franciscans. BALTHASAR: servant to Romeo.

SAMPSON, GREGORY: servants to Capulet. PETER: servant to Julietā€™s nurse. ABRAHAM: servant to Montague.

An Apothecary. (Apothecary:)

 

Three Musicians. (First Musician:) (Second Musician:) (Third Musician:)

 

Page to Paris; (PAGE:) another Page; an officer. LADY MONTAGUE: wife to Montague.

LADY CAPULET: wife to Capulet.

 

JULIET: daughter to Capulet.

 

 

Nurse to Juliet. (Nurse:)

 

Citizens of Verona; several Men and Women, relations to both houses; Maskers,

Guards, Watchmen, and Attendants. (First Citizen:)

(Servant:)

(First Servant:) (Second Servant:) (First Watchman:) (Second Watchman:) (Third Watchman:)

 

Chorus.

SCENE: Verona: Mantua.

 

 

PROLOGUE

 

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-crossā€™d lovers take their life; Whole misadventured piteous overthrows

Do with their death bury their parentsā€™ strife. The fearful passage of their death-markā€™d love, And the continuance of their parentsā€™ rage,

Which, but their childrenā€™s end, nought could remove, Is now the two hoursā€™ traffic of our stage;

The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

 

ACT I

 

 

 

SCENE I: Verona. A public place.

 

 

[Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of

Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers.] SAMPSON: Gregory, oā€™ my word, weā€™ll not carry coals. GREGORY: No, for then we should be colliers. SAMPSON: I mean, an we be in choler, weā€™ll draw.

GREGORY: Ay, while you live, draw your neck out oā€™ 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 runnā€™st away.

 

SAMPSON: A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montagueā€™s.

 

GREGORY: That shows thee a weak slave; for the weak- est goes to the wall.

 

SAMPSON: True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Montagueā€™s men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall.

 

GREGORY: The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.

 

SAMPSON: ā€™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 ā€™tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.

 

GREGORY: ā€™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 ā€˜better:ā€™ here comes one of my masterā€™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,ā€”Hold me not, let

me go.

 

LADY MONTAGUE: Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.

[Enter PRINCE, with Attendants.] PRINCE: Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,

Profaners of this neighbor-stained steel,ā€”

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 mistemperā€™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 disturbā€™d the quiet of our streets, And made Veronaā€™s ancient citizens

Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, To wield old partisans, in hands as old,

Cankerā€™d with peace, to part your cankerā€™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 hissā€™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 worshippā€™d sun

Peerā€™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 cityā€™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 theyā€™re most alone, Pursued my humor not pursuing his,

And gladly shunnā€™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 Auroraā€™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 humor 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 affectionsā€™ counsellor,

Is to himselfā€”I will not say how trueā€” 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; Iā€™ll know his grievance, or be much denied.

 

MONTAGUE: I would thou wert so happy by thy stay, To hear true shrift. Come, madam, letā€™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 Romeoā€™s hours?

 

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

 

BENVOLIO: In love? ROMEO: Outā€” BENVOLIO: Of love?

ROMEO: Out of her favor, 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.

Hereā€™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 heartā€™s oppression.

 

ROMEO: Why, such is loveā€™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 loversā€™ eyes;

Being vexā€™d a sea nourishā€™d with loversā€™ 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, heā€™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 aimā€™d so near, when I supposed you loved.

ROMEO: A right good mark-man! And sheā€™s fair I love. BENVOLIO: A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.

ROMEO: Well, in that hit you miss: sheā€™ll not be hit

With Cupidā€™s arrow; she hath Dianā€™s wit; And, in strong proof of chastity well armā€™d,

From loveā€™s weak childish bow she lives unharmā€™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,

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