Romeo + Juliet Page #5

Mercutio:

Calm, Dishonorable, Vile Submission!

Tybalt:

Thou art my souls hate!

Mercutio:

Tybalt! You ratcatcher, will you walk?

Tybalt:

What wouldst thou have with me?

Mercutio:

Nothing but one of your nine lives.

Tybalt:

I am for you.

Romeo:

Forbear this outrage, good Mercutio.

Benvolio:

Art thou hurt?

Mercutio:

Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Ay, a scratch, a scratch. Ha ha ha.

Romeo:

Courage man, the hurt can not be much.

Mercutio:

'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! Why the devil did you come between us? I was hurt under your arm.

Romeo:

I thought all for the best.

Mercutio:

A Plague o' both your houses.

Romeo:

NO! NO! Mercutio!

Benvolio:

NO!

Juliet:

Come gentle night. Come loving black-browned night give me my Romeo. And when I shall die, take him and cut him out into 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 love but not possessed it, and though I am sold, not yet enjoyed. O, tedious is this day, as the night before some festival to an impatient child that hath new robes and may not wear them.

Romeo:

AH! Mercutio's soul is but a little way above our heads staying for thine to keep him company!

Tybalt:

Thou, wretched boy shalt with him hence.

Romeo:

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!

AH!

I am Fortunes fool!

Balthasar:

ROMEO!

Away begone stand not amazed! Away!

ROMEO!

Lady Capulet:

Tybalt!

Prince:

Where are the vile beginners of this fray?

Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?

Benvolio:

Romeo, he cries aloud, Hold friends. Tybalt hit the likes of thou Mercutio. Tybalt her is slain. Romeo's hand did slay.

Lady Capulet:

Prince, if thou art true. Shed blood of our, shed blood of Montague.

Benvolio:

Romeo spoke him fair. could not take truce with the unruly spleen of Tybalt, deaf to peace.

Lady Capulet:

It's the kinsman to the Montague, affection makes him false! I beg for justice which thou prince must give, Romeo slew Tybalt! Romeo must not live!

Prince:

Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?

Montague:

Not Romeo, Prince, he was Mercutio's friend; his fault concludes but what the law should end, the life of Tybalt.

Prince:

And for that offense immediately we do exile him.

Montague:

Noble Prince--

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!

Romeo:

Banishment?

Be merciful, say death; for exile hath more terror in his look much more than death. Do not say Banishment.

Father Lawrence:

Affliction is enamored of thy parts, and thou art wedded to calamity. Hence from Verona art thou banish-ed. Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

Romeo:

There is no world without Verona walls, hence banished is banished from the world and worlds exile is death. Then banish-ed is death mis-termed. Calling death banish-ed, thou cu'st my head off with a golden axe and smiles upon the stroke that murders me.

Father Lawrence:

O deadly sin, O rude unthankfulness! This is dear mercy and thou sees it not. Hence!

Nurse:

I come for my lady Juliet.

Father Lawrence:

Welcome.

Nurse:

Where is my Lady's lord?

Father Lawrence:

Romeo, come forth.

Romeo:

Nurse.

Nurse:

Sir. Ah, sir. Death the end of all Romeo speakest thou of Juliet? Where is she? And how doth she? And what say my concealed lady of our canceled love? O, she says nothing sir, but weeps and weeps, and then on Romeo cries and then falls down again.

Romeo:

As if that name, shot from the deadly level of a gun did murder her, as that name's curs-ed hand did murder her kinsman.

Father Lawrence:

I thought thy disposition better tempered! Thy Juliet is alive. There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee without slewest Tybalt. 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.

Nurse:

Sir, a ring my lady bid me give you.

Romeo:

How well my comfort is revived by this.

Father Lawrence:

Go! Get thee to thy love and 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 thau shalt live till we can find a time to blaze you marriage, reconcile your friends, beg pardon of the Prince and call thee back with twenty hundred times more joy, than thou wentst forth in lamentation. Quick hence! Be gone by break of day! Sojourn in Mantua.

Romeo:

Farewell.

Juliet:

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's so fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell in such a gorgeous palace.

Lady Capulet:

She'll not come down tonight.

Paris:

These times of woe afford no time to woo.

Capulet:

Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly.

Lady Capulet:

And so did I. Well, we were born to die. I'll know her mind early tomorrow, but tonight she's mewed up to her heaviness.

Juliet:

Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband. O poor my lord. What tongue shall soothe thy name when I three hours wife had mangled it. But why for villian did thou killest my cousin.

Capulet:

I will make a desperate tender of my child's love. I think she will be ruled in all respect by me; Nay, more, I doubt it not. But what say you to Thursday?

Paris:

My lord, I...I would that Thursday were tomorrow.

Capulet:

A Thursday let it be then! Wife, you go to Juliet ere you go to bed. Tell her, a Thursday she will be married to this noble sir!

Juliet:

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

Romeo:

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

Juliet:

That 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 needest not be gone.

Romeo:

Let me be taken, let me be put to death. I have more care to stay then will to go. Come death, Welcome, Juliet wills it so. How is't my soul? Let us talk it is not day.

Juliet:

It is, It is! Hie hence, be gone, away. O, now be gone. More light and light it grows.

Romeo:

More Light and light, more dark and dark our woes.

Nurse:

Madam! Your lady mother is coming to your chamber

Lady Capulet:

Ho, daughter are you up?

Juliet:

Then window, let day in and let life out.

Lady Capulet:

Juliet!

Juliet:

O, think'st thou we shall ever meet again?

Romeo:

I doubt it not. Trust me, love, all these woes shall serve for sweet discourses in our times to come.

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