Romeo + Juliet Page #6

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! I am Fortunes fool!

CAPTIAN PRINCE:

ROMEO! Away begone stand not amazed! Away!

GLORIA:

Tybalt!

CAPTIAN PRINCE:

Where are the vile beginners of this fray? Benvolio,

who began this bloody fray?

BENVOLIO:

Romeo, he cries aloud, Hold friends. Tybalt her is

slain. Romeo's hand did slay. Romeo spoke him fair.

could not take truce with the unruly spleen of

Tybalt, deaf to peace.

GLORIA:

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?

TED 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.

TED 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.

ROMEO:

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, and thou art

wedded to calamity. Hence from Verona art thou

banished. 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 banished is death mis-termed. Calling

death banished, 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?

NURSE:

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 cursed hand did murder

her kinsman.

FATHER LAWRENCE:

I thought thy disposition better tempered! Thy Juliet

is alive. 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.

NURSE:

Sir, a ring my lady bid me give you.

ROMEO:

How well my comfort is revived by this.

FATHER LAWRENCE:

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.

GLORIA:

She'll not come down tonight.

DAVE:

These times of woe afford no time to woo.

CAPULET:

Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly.

GLORIA:

And so did I.

GLORIA:

Well, we were born to die.

GLORIA:

I'll know her mind early tomorrow, but tonight she's

mewed up to her heaviness.

CAPULET:

I will makes 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?

DAVE:

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

GLORIA:

Ho, daughter are you up?

JULIET:

Then window, let day in and let life out. 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.

Adieu.

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. O fortune, fortune. Be fickle, fortune,

for then I hope that thou will not keep him long but

send him back.

GLORIA:

Thou hast a careful father, child: One who, to put

thee from thy heaviness, hath sorted out a sudden day

of joy that thou expects nor I looked not for.

JULIET:

Madam, in happy time what day is that?

GLORIA:

Marry my child next Thursday Morn. The gallant, young

and noble gentleman, Sir Paris, at Saint Peter's

Church, shall make thee there a joyful bride.

JULIET:

What? Now. St. Peter's Church, and Peter too, he

shall not make me there a joyful bride!

GLORIA:

Here comes your father, tell him so yourself.

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