Romeo + Juliet Page #3

Romeo:

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

Mercutio:

Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed; This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep.

Romeo:

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green and none but fools do wear it; Oh cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were!

Juliet:

Ay me!

Romeo:

She speaks:
O, speak again, bright angel!

Juliet:

Romeo, O Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

Romeo:

[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

Juliet:

'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd. Retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. O Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee take all myself.

Romeo:

I take thee at thy word.

Juliet:

Ahhh! Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?

Romeo:

Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.

Juliet:

How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The garden walls are high and hard to climb, and the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.

Romeo:

With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out, and what love can do that dares love attempt; Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.

Juliet:

If they do see thee, they will murder thee.

Romeo:

I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes, and but thou love me, let them find me here: My life were better ended by their hate, than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.

Juliet:

Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek for that which thou hast heard me speak to-night fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny what I have spoke: but farewell compliment. Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false. O gentle Romeo, if thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:

Romeo:

Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear that tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--

Juliet:

O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

Romeo:

Well what shall I swear by?

Juliet:

Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.

Romeo:

If my heart's dear love--

Juliet:

Do not swear:
although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract tonight: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night. Good night.

Romeo:

O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

Juliet:

What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?

Romeo:

The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.

Juliet:

I gave thee mine before thou didst request it!

Nurse:

Juliet!

Juliet:

Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed. If that thy bent of love be honorable, Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow, By one that I'll procure to come to thee, Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite; And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay and follow thee my lord throughout the world.

Nurse:

[Within the House] Juliet!

Juliet:

I uh, by and by I come--But if thou mean'st not well

Nurse:

[Within] Juliet!

Juliet:

I do beseech thee--by and by, I come!--To cease thy strife, and leave me to my grief: Tomorrow will I send.

Romeo:

So thrive my soul--

Juliet:

A thousand times good night!

Romeo:

A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.

Nurse:

Juliet! Juliet!

Juliet:

Good night.

Romeo:

Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

Juliet:

Romeo! At what o'clock tomorrow shall I send to thee?

Romeo:

By the hour of nine.

Juliet:

I will not fail:
'tis twenty year till then. Good night, good night! Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Nurse:

Juliet!

Father Lawrence:

O, mighty is the powerful grace that lies in plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities: for nought so vile that the earth doth live but to the earth some special good doth give, nor aught so good, but strain'd from that fair use revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; and vice sometimes by action dignified. Within the infant rind of this weak flower poison is resident and medicine power: for this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. Two such empossed kings encamp them still in man as well as herbs, grace and rude will; and where the worser is predominant, full soon the canker death eats up that plant.

Romeo:

Good marrow, father!

Father Lawrence:

Benedicite! What early tongue so sweet saludeth me?

Altar Boys:

Good marrow, Romeo.

Romeo:

Good marrow.

Father Lawrence:

Young son, it argues a distemper'd head so soon to bid good marrow to thy bed: or if not so so, then here I hit it right, our Romeo hath not seen his bed tonight.

Romeo:

The last is true; the sweeter rest was mine.

Father Lawrence:

God pardon sin, was thou with Rosaline!?

Romeo:

Rosaline? My ghostly father no; I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.

Father Lawrence:

That's my good son: but where hast thou been

Romeo:

I have been feasting with mine enemy, where on a sudden one hath wounded me, that's by me wounded; both our remeidies within thy help and holy physic lies.

Father Lawrence:

Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.

Romeo:

Then plainly know my hearts dear love is set, on the fair daughter of rich Capulet. We met, we wooed, we made exchange of vow. I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, that thou consent to marry us today.

Father Lawrence:

Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here! Is Rosaline that thou didst love so dear so soon forsaken? Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts but in their...eyes.

Romeo:

Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.

Father Lawrence:

For doting; not for loving, pupil mine.

Romeo:

I pray thee, chide me not; whom I love now doth grace for grace and love for love allow; the other did not so.

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