Romeo and Juliet Page #5

These violent delights have violent ends

and in their triumph die,

like fire and powder,

which as they kiss, consume.

Do thou but close our hands

with holy words,

then love-devouring death do what it dare.

It is enough I may but call her mine.

And this alliance may so happy prove,

to turn your household's rancor

to pure love.

Here comes the lady.

Oh, so light a foot will ne'er wear out

the everlasting flint.

Juliet.

Good even to my ghostly confessor.

Romeo shall thank thee,

daughter, for us both.

Ah, Juliet.

If the measure of thy joy

be heaped like mine,

and that thy skill be more to blazon it,

then sweeten with thy breath

this neighbor air,

and let rich music's tongue unfold

the imagined happiness

that both receive in either

by this dear encounter.

My true love is grown to such excess,

I cannot sum up half my wealth.

Come, come with me,

and we will make short work.

For by your leaves,

you shall not stay alone

till holy church incorporate two in one.

I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire.

The day is hot, the Capulets abroad.

And if we meet,

we shall not escape a brawl.

Thou are like one of those fellows that,

when he enters the confines of a tavern,

claps me a sword upon the table and says,

"God send me no need of thee."

Am I like such a fellow?

Come, come, thou are as hot a Jack

in thy mood as any man in Italy.

If there were two such, we'd have none

shortly, for one would kill the other.

Thou. Thou wilt quarrel with a man

who hath a hair more

or a hair less in his beard than thou hast.

Thou wilt quarrel with a man

for cracking nuts,

having no other reason

than because thou hast hazel eyes.

Thou hast quarreled with a man

for coughing in the street

because he has awakened thy dog

that has lain asleep in the sun.

And yet you will tutor me from quarreling.

And I were so apt to quarrel as thou art.

- By my head, here come the Capulets.

- By my heel, I care not.

Follow me close,

for I will speak with them.

Gentlemen, good den.

A word with one of you.

And but one word with one of us?

Couple it with something.

Make it a word and a blow.

You shall find me apt enough to that, sir,

and you will give me occasion.

Could you not take some occasion

without giving?

- Mercutio, thou consorts with Romeo.

- Consort!

What dost thou make us, minstrels?

An thou make minstrels of us,

look to hear nothing but discords.

Here's my fiddlestick.

Here's that'll make you dance.

Zounds, consort.

Well, peace be with you, sir.

Here comes my man.

Romeo!

The love I bear thee

can afford no better term than this.

Thou art a villain.

Tybalt,

the reason that I have to love thee

doth much excuse the appertaining rage

to such a greeting.

Villain am I none,

therefore farewell.

I see thou know'st me not.

Boy, this shall not excuse

the injuries thou hast done me.

Therefore, turn and draw.

I do protest, I never injured thee,

but love thee

better than thou canst devise,

till thou shall know the reason of my love.

And so, good Capulet, which name

I tender as dearly as mine own,

be satisfied.

Mercutio.

O calm, dishonorable, vile submission.

Alla stoccata carries it away.

Tybalt!

- You rat catcher. Will you walk?

- What wouldst thou have with me?

Good king of cats,

nothing but one of your nine lives.

- I am for you.

- Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

Come, sir, your passado.

Draw, Benvolio. Beat down their weapons.

Gentlemen, for shame,

forbear this outrage.

Well, I'm hurt.

A plague on both your houses.

I am sped.

- What, is he gone and hath nothing?

- What, art thou hurt?

Ay, a scratch, a scratch.

Marry, 'tis enough. Where is my page?

Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

Courage, man. The hurt cannot be much.

No, 'tis not so deep as a well,

nor so wide as a church door,

but 'tis enough. It will serve.

Ask for me tomorrow

and you shall find me a grave man.

I'm peppered, I warrant, for this world.

Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse,

a cat to scratch a man to death.

A braggart, a rogue, a villain

that fights by the book of arithmetic.

Why the devil came you between us?

- I was hurt under your arm.

- I thought all for the best.

Help me into some house, Benvolio,

or I shall faint.

A plague on both your houses.

They've made worms' meat of me.

I have it and soundly, too.

Your houses.

Your...

Brave Mercutio's dead.

Ah, sweet Juliet.

Thy beauty hath made me effeminate.

And in my temper softened valor's steel.

Tybalt!

Now, Tybalt,

take the villain back again

that late thou gavest me.

For Mercutio's soul

is but a little way above our heads,

waiting for thine to keep him company.

Either thou or I or both must go with him.

This shall determine that!

Romeo, away! Be gone!

Stand not amazed.

The prince will doom thee death

if thou are taken!

Hence, be gone! Away!

I am fortune's fool.

Why dost thou stay?

Benvolio!

Who began this bloody fray?

O noble prince, an envious thrust

from Tybalt hit the life of stout Mercutio,

then Tybalt fled,

but by and by comes Romeo,

and to it they go like lightning.

Ere I could draw to part them,

was stout Tybalt slain,

and, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.

And for that offense,

immediately do we exile him hence.

I will be deaf to pleadings and excuses,

therefore use none.

But Romeo hence in haste,

else when he's found that hour is his last.

Romeo, come forth.

Father, what news?

What...

What is the Prince's doom?

Hence from Verona art thou banished.

Be patient,

for the world is broad and wide.

There is no world without Verona walls,

but purgatory, torture, hell itself.

- This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.

- 'Tis torture and not mercy.

Heaven is here, where Juliet lives.

And every cat and dog and little mouse,

every unworthy thing,

live here in heaven and may look on her,

but Romeo may not.

Hadst thou no poison mixed,

no sharp-ground knife, no sudden mean

of death, though ne'er so mean,

but banished to kill me?

How hast thou the heart,

being a divine, a ghostly confessor,

a sin absolver and my friend professed,

to mangle me with that word "banished"?

Thou fond madman,

hear me but speak a word.

Thou canst not speak of that

thou dost not feel!

Wert thou as young as I,

Juliet thy love, an hour but married,

Tybalt murdered, doting like me,

and, like me, banished,

then might'st thou speak.

So tedious is this day

as is the night before some festival

to an impatient child

that hath new robes

and may not wear them.

Spread thy close curtain,

love-performing night,

that runaway's eyes may wink,

and Romeo leap to these arms,

untalked of and unseen.

Come, gentle night.

Come, loving, black-browed night.

Give me my Romeo.

And, when he shall die,

take him and cut him out in 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.

Oh, I have bought the mansion of a love,

but not possessed it.

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