Romeo & Juliet Page #5

Good King of Cats,

nothing but one of your nine lives!

I am for you!

Forbear this outrage, good Mercutio!

- Art thou hurt?

- Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch.

A scratch!

Ay, a scratch...

A scratch!

Courage, man. The hurt cannot be much.

'Twill serve.

Ask for me tomorrow

and you shall find me a grave man.

A plague... o' both your houses!

They have made worms' meat of me.

A plague on both your houses!

Your houses! Your houses!

Your houses! Your houses!

No!

Why the devil came you between us?

I was hurt under your arm.

I thought all for the best!

A plague o' both your houses.

No! No!

Come forth!

Come forth!

Mercutio!

Requiem aeternam

Requiem aeternam

Dona eis

No!

Come, gentle night.

Come, loving, black-browed night.

Give me my Romeo.

And when I shall die, take him

and cut him out in little stars

and he will make

the face of heaven so fine

that all the world

will be in love with night

and pay no worship to the garish sun.

O, I have bought the mansion of a love

but not possessed it;

and though I am sold, not yet enjoyed.

So... tedious is this day...

as is the night before some festival

to an impatient child

that hath new robes and may not wear them.

Mercutio's soul is but a little way

above our heads,

staying for thine to keep him company!

Thou wretched boy shalt with him hence!

Either thou, or I,

or both, must go with him!

Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him!

Either thou,

or I, or both, must go with him!

I am fortune's fool!

Romeo!

Away, be gone! Stand not amazed!

Away!

Romeo!

Tybalt!

Where are the vile beginners of this fray?

Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?

Romeo he cries aloud, "Hold, friends!"

Tybalt hit the life of stout Mercutio.

Tybalt here slain...

Romeo's hand did slay.

Prince!

As thou art true,

for blood of ours, shed blood of Montague!

Romeo... spoke him fair,

could not take truce

with the unruly spleen of Tybalt...

deaf to peace.

He is a kinsman to the Montague.

Affection makes him false!

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.

Noble Prince...

I will be deaf to pleading and excuses!

Nor tears nor prayers

shall purchase out abuses!

Therefore use none!

Let Romeo hence in haste!

Else, when he is found, that hour is his last!

Romeo is banished!

Banishment...

Be merciful, say death.

For exile hath more terror in his look,

much more than death.

Do not say banishment.

Affliction is enamored of thy parts,

and thou art wedded to calamity.

Hence from Verona art thou banished.

Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

There is no world without Verona walls.

Hence banished is banish'd from

the world, and world's exile is death.

Then banished is death mistermed.

Calling death banished, thou cutt'st

my head off with a golden axe

and smil'st upon the stroke

that murders me.

O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!

This is dear mercy and thou seest it not.

Hence!

- I come from my lady Juliet!

- Welcome, then.

Where is my lady's lord?

Romeo, come forth.

- Ah, sir.

- Nurse.

Ah, sir.

Death's the end of all.

Speakest thou of Juliet?

Where is she and how doth she?

And what says my concealed lady

to our cancelled love?

O she says nothing, sir,

but weeps and weeps.

And then on Romeo cries,

and then falls down again.

As if that name, shot from

the deadly level of a gun,

did murder her, as that name's

cursed hand murdered her kinsman!

I thought thy disposition better tempered.

Thy Juliet is alive. There art thou happy.

Tybalt would kill thee,

but thou slewest Tybalt.

There art thou happy.

The law that threatened death

becomes thy friend and turns it to exile.

There art thou happy.

A pack of blessings light upon thy back.

Wherefore railest thou on thy birth,

the heaven, and earth,

since birth, and heaven, and earth,

all three do meet in thee at once?

Sir, a ring my lady bid me give you.

How well my comfort is revived by this.

Go.

Get thee to thy love, as was decreed.

Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her.

Hie you! Make haste!

But look thou...

stay not till the watch be set,

for then thou canst not pass to Mantua,

where thou wilt live till we can

find a time to blaze your marriage,

reconcile your friends,

beg pardon of the Prince,

and call thee back with

twenty hundred thousand times more joy

than thou went'st forth in lamentation.

Quick, hence! Be gone by break of day!

Sojourn in Mantua!

Farewell.

O God!

Did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?

O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!

Was ever book containing

such vile matter so fairly bound?

O that deceit should dwell

in such a gorgeous palace!

She'll not come down tonight.

These times of woe afford no time to woo.

Look you, she loved

her kinsman Tybalt dearly.

And so did I.

Well,

we were born to die.

I'll know her mind early tomorrow.

Tonight she's mewed up to her heaviness.

Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?

Ah, poor my lord, what tongue

shall smooth thy name,

when I, thy three-hours' wife,

have mangled it?

But whyfore, villain,

didst thou kill my cousin?

I'm kissing you

Cos I'm kissing you, o-oh

I'm kissing you

I will make a desperate tender

of my child's love.

I think she will be ruled in all respects by me.

Nay, more! I doubt it not!

But what say you to Thursday?

My lord, I...

I would that Thursday were tomorrow!

Thursday let it be, then! Wife!

Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed.

Tell her o' Thursday she shall

be married to this noble sir!

Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.

I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Yon light is not daylight; I know it, I.

It is some meteor that the sun exhales

to light thee on thy way to Mantua.

Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not be gone.

Well, let me be taken.

Let me be put to death!

I have more care to stay than will to go.

Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.

How is't, my soul? Let's talk. It is not day.

It is... It is!

Hie hence, be gone, away!

O now be gone!

More light and light it grows.

More light and light,

more dark and dark our woes.

Madam!

Your lady mother is coming to your chamber!

Ho, daughter, are you up?

Then, window,

let day in and let life...

out!

Juliet?

- Think'st thou we shall ever meet again?

- I doubt it not.

Trust me, love. All these woes

shall serve for sweet discourses

- in our times to come.

- Ho, daughter!

Juliet!

O God!

I have an ill-divining soul!

Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low,

as one dead in the bottom of a tomb.

Adieu!

O fortune, fortune!

Be fickle, fortune.

For then I hope thou wilt not

keep him long, but send him back.

Thou hast a careful father, child.

One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,

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