Romeo + Juliet Page #5

ROMEO:

I will follow you.

MERCUTIO:

Farewell, ancient lady; farewell,

NURSE:

If ye should lead her into a fool's paradise, as they

say, it were a very gross kind of behavior, as they

say:
for the lady is young; and, therefore, if you

should deal double with her, truly it were an ill

thing, and very weak dealing.

ROMEO:

Bid her to come to confession this afternoon; And

there she shall at Father Laurence' cell Be shrived

and married.

JULIET:

O honey nurse, what news? Nurse?

NURSE:

I am a-weary, give me leave awhile: Fie, how my bones

ache! what a jaunt have I!

JULIET:

I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: I pray

thee, speak.

NURSE:

What haste? can you not stay awhile? Do you not see

that I am out of breath?

JULIET:

How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath To

say to me that thou art out of breath? Is the news

good, or bad? answer to that;

NURSE:

Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not how

to choose a man:
Romeo! no, not he; though his face

be better than any man's, yet his leg excels all

men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body,

JULIET:

But all this did I know before. What says he of our

marriage? what of that?

NURSE:

Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I! O, my

back! Other' other side,--O, my back.

JULIET:

I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well. Sweet,

sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?

NURSE:

Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a

courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I

warrant, a virtuous,--Where is your mother?

JULIET:

Where is my mother! How oddly thou repliest! Your

love says, like an honest gentleman, Where is your

mother?'

NURSE:

O lady dear! Are you so hot? Henceforward do your

messages yourself.

JULIET:

Here's such a coil! Come, what says Romeo?

NURSE:

Have you got leave to go to confession to-day?

JULIET:

I have.

NURSE:

Then hie you hence to Father Laurence' cell; There

stays a husband to make you a wife

FATHER LAWRENCE:

These violent delights have violent ends. And in

their triumph die; like fire and powder, which as

they kiss consume. The sweetest honey is loathsome in

it's own deliciousness. Therefore love moderatley.

Romeo, shall thank the daughter for us both.

BENVOLIO:

I pray thee good Mercutio let's retire. The day is

hot. the Capel's are abroad, and if we meet we shall

not 'scape a brawl, for in these hot day is the mad

blood stirring.

MERCUTIO:

Keep away the cats! Thou art like one of these

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 operation of the

second cup draws him on the drawer, when indeed there

is no need.

BENVOLIO:

Am I like Such a fellow?

MERCUTIO:

Thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Verona.

BENVOLIO:

By my head here come the Capulets.

MERCUTIO:

By my heel, I care not.

TYBALT:

Follow me close. Gentlemen, gooday. A word with one

of you?

MERCUTIO:

OH, and but one word with one of us? Couple it with

something. Make it a word and a...a blow.

TYBALT:

You shall find me apt enough to that, sir. And you

will give me occasion.

MERCUTIO:

Could you not take some occasion without giving?

TYBALT:

Mercutio! Thou art consortest with Romeo?

MERCUTIO:

Consort? What does thou make us minstrels? An thou

make minstrels of us look to hear nothing of

discords. Here's my fiddlestick. Here's that shall

make you dance! Zounds, Consort!

BENVOLIO:

Either withdraw unto some private place, or reason

coldly of your grievences, or else depart. Here all

eyes gaze on us.

MERCUTIO:

Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I

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

TYBALT:

Peace be with you sir, Here comes my man.

ROMEO:

MERCUTIO!

TYBALT:

ROMEO! The love I bear thee can afford no better term

than this. Thou art a villain!

ROMEO:

Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee doth much

exuse the appertaning rage to such a greeting:

villiain am I none. Therefore farwell. I see thou

Knowest me not.

TYBALT:

Boy this shall not excuse the injuries that thou has

done me! Turn and Draw! Turn and draw! Turn and draw!

Turn and draw! Turn and draw!

ROMEO:

I do protest I never injured thee, but love thee

better than thou cans't devise. till thou shall know

the reason of my love. And so good Capulet who's name

I tender as dearly as mine own, Be satisfied. Be

satisfied.

MERCUTIO:

Calm, Dishonorable, Vile Submission! Thou art my

souls hate! Tybalt! You ratcatcher, will you walk?

TYBALT:

What wouldst thou have with me?

MERCUTIO:

Good king of cat's, 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! Mercutio!

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, 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:

Mercutio's soul is but a little way above our heads

staying for thine to keep him company!

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