Romeo + Juliet Page #3

TYBALT:

I'll not endure him.

CAPULET:

He shall be endured

TYBALT:

Uncle, 'tis a shame.

CAPULET:

Go to! What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;

Make a mutiny among my guests?!

ROMEO:

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I

ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

ROMEO:

If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy

shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing

pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with

a tender kiss.

JULIET:

Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which

mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have

hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm

is holy palmers' kiss.

ROMEO:

Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

JULIET:

Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

ROMEO:

Well, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;

They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

JULIET:

Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.

ROMEO:

Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus

from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.

JULIET:

Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

ROMEO:

Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me

my sin again.

JULIET:

You kiss by the book.

NURSE:

Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Come lets

away.

ROMEO:

Is she a Capulet?

NURSE:

His name is Romeo, and he's a Montague; The only son

of your great enemy.

MERCUTIO:

Away, begone; the sport is at the best.

ROMEO:

Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.

JULIET:

My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen

unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love

it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.

TYBALT:

I will withdraw:
but this intrusion shall Now seeming

sweet convert to bitterous gall.

BENVOLIO:

Romeo! Romeo!

MERCUTIO:

Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover! I conjure

thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, By her high forehead

and her scarlet lip, By her fine foot, straight leg

and quivering thigh! O, Romeo that she were An open

ass, and thou a poperin pear! Romeo, good night: I'll

to my truckle-bed; This field-bed is too cold for me

to sleep.

ROMEO:

He jests at scars that never felt a wound. 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!

JULIET:

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 let 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 to-night: 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.

ROMEO:

O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

JULIET:

What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?

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 honourable, Thy purpose

marriage, send me word to-morrow, 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.

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