Private Romeo Page #4

Here comes the lady.

Juliet,

if the measure of thy joy

be heap'd like mine...

But my true love is grown to such excess,

I cannot sum up sum of...

half my wealth.

Come.

Go.

Incorporate two in one.

Thou art like one of those fellows that

when he enters the confines of a tavern

claps me his sword upon the table and says:

'God send me no need of thee!'

and by the end of the second

cup draws it on the drawer,

when indeed there is no need.

Am I like such a fellow?

Thou! Why, thou wilt quarrel with a man

that hath a hair more or a hair

less, in his beard, than thou hast.

Thou wilt quarrel with a man for

cracking nuts, having no other reason

but because thou hast hazel eyes.

Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for

wearing his new doublet before Easter?

With another, for tying his

new shoes with old riband?

I pray thee, let's retire.

The day is hot, we

shall not escape abroad.

By my heel, I care not.

Gentlemen, a word with one of you.

And but one word with one of us?

Couple it with something;

make it a word and a blow.

You shall find me apt enough to that, sir,

an you will give me occasion.

Could you not take some

occasion without giving?

Thou consort'st with Romeo!

Consort!

What, dost thou make us minstrels?

Thou make minstrels of us,

look to hear nothing but discords.

We talk here in the public haunt of men.

Here all eyes gaze on us.

Men's eyes were made to

look, and let them gaze.

I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.

Well, peace be with you, sir:

here comes my man.

But I'll be hanged, sir,

if he wear your livery.

Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford

No better term than this:

Thou art a villain!

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.

Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries

that thou hast done me.

Therefore

turn and draw.

I do protest, I never injured thee.

O calm,

dishonourable, vile submission!

Tybalt!

You rat-catcher/

Will you walk?

What wouldst thou have with me?

Good king of cats,

nothing but one of your nine lives.

that I mean to make bold withal,

and as you shall use me hereafter,

drybeat the rest of the eight.

Will you pluck your sword out

of his pitcher by the ears?

Make haste, lest mine be about

your ears ere it be out.

I am for you.

Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.

Gentlemen, the prince expressly hath

Forbidden bandying in Verona streets.

Hold, Tybalt!

Good Mercutio!

- Away!

- Tybalt!

- Is he gone, and hath nothing?

- What, art thou hurt?

Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch.

Marry, 'tis enough.

Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.

No, 'tis not so deep as a well,

nor so wide as a church-door,

but marry 'tis enough.

Ask for me to-morrow,

and you shall find me a grave man.

I am peppered, I warrant, for this world.

A plague on both your houses!

Why the devil came you between us?

I was hurt under your arm.

I thought all for the best.

Help me, Benvolio, or I shall faint.

A plague on both your houses!

They have made worms' meat of me.

O sweet Juliet,

Thy beauty hath made me effeminate

and in my temper soften'd valour's steel!

Romeo!

This day's black fate on

more days doth depend;

This but begins the

woe, others must end.

Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.

And fire-eyed fury be my conduct 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.

Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort

him here, shalt with him hence!

This shall determine that.

Romeo, away,

be gone!

Stand not amazed:

the prince will doom thee

death, if thou art taken!

Be gone, away!

O, I am fortune's fool!

Where are the vile beginners of this fray?

Benvolio?

O noble prince, I can discover all

the unlucky manage of this fatal brawl.

There lies Tybalt,

slain by young Romeo,

That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.

Prince, as thou art true.

For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague!

I beg for justice,

which thou, prince, must give.

Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.

Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio.

Who now the price of his

dear blood doth owe?

Not Romeo, prince!

He was Mercutio's friend.

His fault concludes but what the law

should end, the life of Tybalt.

And for that offence

immediately we do exile him hence.

I will be deaf to pleading or 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.

Spread thy close curtain,

love-performing night,

that runaway's eyes may wink ,

and Romeo leap to these arms,

untalk'd of and unseen.

Come, night; come, Romeo,

come, thou day in night,

for thou wilt lie upon the wings of night

whiter than new snow on a raven's back!

Why dost thou wring thy hands?

He's dead, he's dead!

Alack the day! He's gone, he's dead!

He's dead!

Hath Romeo slain himself?

I saw the wound, here on his manly breast,

all bedaub'd in blood.

I swounded at the sight.

O, break, my heart!

Poor bankrupt, break at once...

O Tybalt, Tybalt.

What storm is this that blows so contrary?

Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead?

Tybalt is gone,

and Romeo banished.

O God!

Did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?

It did.

Alas the day, it did!

There's no trust, no faith, no honesty.

Shame come to Romeo!

Blister'd be thy tongue for such a wish!

He was not born to shame.

'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo - banished'.

That 'banished,' that one word 'banished,'

hath slain ten thousand Tybalts.

There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,

in that word's death.

No words can that woe sound.

Go! Find Romeo.

Give this ring to my true knight,

and bid him come to take his last farewell.

What news?

I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.

What less than dooms-day

is the prince's doom?

A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips,

not body's death,

but body's banishment.

Ha, banishment!

Be merciful, say 'death'!

This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.

'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven

is here, where Juliet lives.

Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak.

O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.

I'll give thee armour

to keep off that word.

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,

to comfort thee, though thou art banished.

Hang up philosophy!

Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,

it helps not.

O, then I see that madmen have no ears.

How should they, when that

wise men have no eyes?

Thou canst not speak of

that thou dost not feel.

Romeo, hide thyself.

Who knocks? Whence come you?

What's your will?

O, tell me, where's Romeo?

There on the ground.

Stand up.

Stand up!

For Juliet's sake,

for her sake, rise and stand.

Spakest thou of Juliet? How is it with her?

What says my conceal'd lady

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