The Tragedy Of Romeo And Juliet

1 Musicians waiting. Enter Servants.
2 FIRST SERVANT.
3 Where’s Potpan, that he helps not to take away?
4 He shift a trencher! He scrape a trencher!
5 SECOND SERVANT.
6 When good manners shall lie all in one or two men’s hands, and they
7 unwash’d too, ’tis a foul thing.
8 FIRST SERVANT.
9 Away with the join-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the
10 plate. Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and as thou loves me,
11 let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. Antony and Potpan!
12 SECOND SERVANT.
13 Ay, boy, ready.
14 FIRST SERVANT.
15 You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the
16 great chamber.
17 SECOND SERVANT.
18 We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys. Be brisk awhile, and
19 the longer liver take all.
20 [_Exeunt._]
21 Enter Capulet, &c. with the Guests and Gentlewomen to the Maskers.
22 CAPULET.
23 Welcome, gentlemen, ladies that have their toes
24 Unplagu’d with corns will have a bout with you.
25 Ah my mistresses, which of you all
26 Will now deny to dance? She that makes dainty,
27 She I’ll swear hath corns. Am I come near ye now?
28 Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day
29 That I have worn a visor, and could tell
30 A whispering tale in a fair lady’s ear,
31 Such as would please; ’tis gone, ’tis gone, ’tis gone,
32 You are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians, play.
33 A hall, a hall, give room! And foot it, girls.
34 [_Music plays, and they dance._]
35 More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,
36 And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
37 Ah sirrah, this unlook’d-for sport comes well.
38 Nay sit, nay sit, good cousin Capulet,
39 For you and I are past our dancing days;
40 How long is’t now since last yourself and I
41 Were in a mask?
42 CAPULET’S COUSIN.
43 By’r Lady, thirty years.
44 CAPULET.
45 What, man, ’tis not so much, ’tis not so much:
46 ’Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio,
47 Come Pentecost as quickly as it will,
48 Some five and twenty years; and then we mask’d.
49 CAPULET’S COUSIN.
50 ’Tis more, ’tis more, his son is elder, sir;
51 His son is thirty.
52 CAPULET.
53 Will you tell me that?
54 His son was but a ward two years ago.
55 ROMEO.
56 What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand
57 Of yonder knight?
58 SERVANT.
59 I know not, sir.
60 ROMEO.
61 O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
62 It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
63 As a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear;
64 Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
65 So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
66 As yonder lady o’er her fellows shows.
67 The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,
68 And touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
69 Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
70 For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.
71 TYBALT.
72 This by his voice, should be a Montague.
73 Fetch me my rapier, boy. What, dares the slave
74 Come hither, cover’d with an antic face,
75 To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
76 Now by the stock and honour of my kin,
77 To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.
78 CAPULET.
79 Why how now, kinsman!
80 Wherefore storm you so?
81 TYBALT.
82 Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;
83 A villain that is hither come in spite,
84 To scorn at our solemnity this night.
85 CAPULET.
86 Young Romeo, is it?
87 TYBALT.
88 ’Tis he, that villain Romeo.
89 CAPULET.
90 Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone,
91 A bears him like a portly gentleman;
92 And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
93 To be a virtuous and well-govern’d youth.
94 I would not for the wealth of all the town
95 Here in my house do him disparagement.
96 Therefore be patient, take no note of him,
97 It is my will; the which if thou respect,
98 Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,
99 An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
100 TYBALT.
101 It fits when such a villain is a guest:
102 I’ll not endure him.
103 CAPULET.
104 He shall be endur’d.
105 What, goodman boy! I say he shall, go to;
106 Am I the master here, or you? Go to.
107 You’ll not endure him! God shall mend my soul,
108 You’ll make a mutiny among my guests!
109 You will set cock-a-hoop, you’ll be the man!
110 TYBALT.
111 Why, uncle, ’tis a shame.
112 CAPULET.
113 Go to, go to!
114 You are a saucy boy. Is’t so, indeed?
115 This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what.
116 You must contrary me! Marry, ’tis time.
117 Well said, my hearts!—You are a princox; go:
118 Be quiet, or—More light, more light!—For shame!
119 I’ll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts.
120 TYBALT.
121 Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
122 Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
123 I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall,
124 Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.
125 [_Exit._]
126 ROMEO.
127 [_To Juliet._] If I profane with my unworthiest hand
128 This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this,
129 My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
130 To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
131 JULIET.
132 Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
133 Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
134 For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,
135 And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.
136 ROMEO.
137 Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
138 JULIET.
139 Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
140 ROMEO.
141 O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do:
142 They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
143 JULIET.
144 Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.
145 ROMEO.
146 Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take.
147 Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg’d.
148 [_Kissing her._]
149 JULIET.
150 Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
151 ROMEO.
152 Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg’d!
153 Give me my sin again.
154 JULIET.
155 You kiss by the book.
156 NURSE.
157 Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
158 ROMEO.
159 What is her mother?
160 NURSE.
161 Marry, bachelor,
162 Her mother is the lady of the house,
163 And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous.
164 I nurs’d her daughter that you talk’d withal.
165 I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
166 Shall have the chinks.
167 ROMEO.
168 Is she a Capulet?
169 O dear account! My life is my foe’s debt.
170 BENVOLIO.
171 Away, be gone; the sport is at the best.
172 ROMEO.
173 Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
174 CAPULET.
175 Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone,
176 We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
177 Is it e’en so? Why then, I thank you all;
178 I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.
179 More torches here! Come on then, let’s to bed.
180 Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late,
181 I’ll to my rest.
182 [_Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse._]
183 JULIET.
184 Come hither, Nurse. What is yond gentleman?
185 NURSE.
186 The son and heir of old Tiberio.
187 JULIET.
188 What’s he that now is going out of door?
189 NURSE.
190 Marry, that I think be young Petruchio.
191 JULIET.
192 What’s he that follows here, that would not dance?
193 NURSE.
194 I know not.
195 JULIET.
196 Go ask his name. If he be married,
197 My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
198 NURSE.
199 His name is Romeo, and a Montague,
200 The only son of your great enemy.
201 JULIET.
202 My only love sprung from my only hate!
203 Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
204 Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
205 That I must love a loathed enemy.
206 NURSE.
207 What’s this? What’s this?
208 JULIET.
209 A rhyme I learn’d even now
210 Of one I danc’d withal.
211 [_One calls within, ‘Juliet’._]
212 NURSE.
213 Anon, anon!
214 Come let’s away, the strangers all are gone.
215 [_Exeunt._]