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RomeoandJuliet 

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WilliamShakespeare   

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ACTI 

Prologue 

Twohouseholds,bothalikeindignity, InfairVerona,wherewelayourscene, Fromancientgrudgebreaktonewmutiny, Wherecivilbloodmakescivilhandsunclean. Fromforththefatalloinsofthesetwofoes Apairofstar-cross'dloverstaketheirlife; Wholemisadventuredpiteousoverthrows Dowiththeirdeathburytheirparents'strife. Thefearfulpassageoftheirdeath-mark'dlove, Andthecontinuanceoftheirparents'rage, Which,buttheirchildren'send,noughtcouldremove, Isnowthetwohours'trafficofourstage; Thewhichifyouwithpatientearsattend, Whathereshallmiss,ourtoilshallstrivetomend.  

SCENEI.Verona.Apublicplace. 

Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swordsandbucklers SAMPSON Gregory,o'myword,we'llnotcarrycoals. GREGORY No,forthenweshouldbecolliers. SAMPSON Imean,anwebeincholer,we'lldraw.

GREGORY Ay,whileyoulive,drawyourneckouto'thecollar. SAMPSON Istrikequickly,beingmoved. GREGORY Butthouartnotquicklymovedtostrike. SAMPSON AdogofthehouseofMontaguemovesme. GREGORY Tomoveistostir;andtobevaliantistostand: therefore,ifthouartmoved,thourunn'staway. SAMPSON Adogofthathouseshallmovemetostand:Iwill takethewallofanymanormaidofMontague's. GREGORY Thatshowstheeaweakslave;fortheweakestgoes tothewall. SAMPSON True;andthereforewomen,beingtheweakervessels, areeverthrusttothewall:thereforeIwillpush Montague'smenfromthewall,andthrusthismaids tothewall. GREGORY Thequarrelisbetweenourmastersandustheirmen. SAMPSON 'Tisallone,Iwillshowmyselfatyrant:whenI havefoughtwiththemen,Iwillbecruelwiththe maids,andcutofftheirheads. GREGORY Theheadsofthemaids?

SAMPSON Ay,theheadsofthemaids,ortheirmaidenheads; takeitinwhatsensethouwilt. GREGORY Theymusttakeitinsensethatfeelit. SAMPSON MetheyshallfeelwhileIamabletostand:and 'tisknownIamaprettypieceofflesh. GREGORY 'Tiswellthouartnotfish;ifthouhadst,thou hadstbeenpoorJohn.Drawthytool!herecomes twoofthehouseoftheMontagues. SAMPSON Mynakedweaponisout:quarrel,Iwillbackthee. GREGORY How!turnthybackandrun? SAMPSON Fearmenot. GREGORY No,marry;Ifearthee! SAMPSON Letustakethelawofoursides;letthembegin. GREGORY IwillfrownasIpassby,andletthemtakeitas theylist. SAMPSON Nay,astheydare.Iwillbitemythumbatthem; whichisadisgracetothem,iftheybearit. EnterABRAHAMandBALTHASAR ABRAHAM

Doyoubiteyourthumbatus,sir? SAMPSON Idobitemythumb,sir. ABRAHAM Doyoubiteyourthumbatus,sir? SAMPSON [AsidetoGREGORY]Isthelawofourside,ifIsay ay? GREGORY No. SAMPSON No,sir,Idonotbitemythumbatyou,sir,butI bitemythumb,sir. GREGORY Doyouquarrel,sir? ABRAHAM Quarrelsir!no,sir. SAMPSON Ifyoudo,sir,Iamforyou:Iserveasgoodamanasyou. ABRAHAM Nobetter. SAMPSON Well,sir. GREGORY Say'better:'herecomesoneofmymaster'skinsmen. SAMPSON Yes,better,sir. ABRAHAM Youlie. SAMPSON

Draw,ifyoubemen.Gregory,rememberthyswashingblow. Theyfight EnterBENVOLIO BENVOLIO Part,fools! Putupyourswords;youknownotwhatyoudo. Beatsdowntheirswords EnterTYBALT TYBALT What,artthoudrawnamongtheseheartlesshinds? Turnthee,Benvolio,lookuponthydeath. BENVOLIO Idobutkeepthepeace:putupthysword, Ormanageittopartthesemenwithme. TYBALT What,drawn,andtalkofpeace!Ihatetheword, AsIhatehell,allMontagues,andthee: Haveatthee,coward! Theyfight Enter,severalofbothhouses, whojointhefray; thenenterCitizens,with clubs FirstCitizen Clubs,bills,andpartisans!strike!beatthemdown! DownwiththeCapulets!downwiththeMontagues! EnterCAPULETinhisgown,andLADYCAPULET CAPULET Whatnoiseisthis?Givememylongsword,ho! LADYCAPULET Acrutch,acrutch!whycallyouforasword? CAPULET

Mysword,Isay!OldMontagueiscome, Andflourisheshisbladeinspiteofme. EnterMONTAGUEandLADYMONTAGUE MONTAGUE ThouvillainCapulet,—Holdmenot,letmego. LADYMONTAGUE Thoushaltnotstirafoottoseekafoe. EnterPRINCE,withAttendants PRINCE Rebellioussubjects,enemiestopeace, Profanersofthisneighbour-stainedsteel,— Willtheynothear?What,ho!youmen,youbeasts, Thatquenchthefireofyourperniciousrage Withpurplefountainsissuingfromyourveins, Onpainoftorture,fromthosebloodyhands Throwyourmistemper'dweaponstotheground, Andhearthesentenceofyourmovedprince. Threecivilbrawls,bredofanairyword, Bythee,oldCapulet,andMontague, Havethricedisturb'dthequietofourstreets, AndmadeVerona'sancientcitizens Castbytheirgravebeseemingornaments, Towieldoldpartisans,inhandsasold, Canker'dwithpeace,topartyourcanker'dhate: Ifeveryoudisturbourstreetsagain, Yourlivesshallpaytheforfeitofthepeace. Forthistime,alltherestdepartaway: YouCapulet;shallgoalongwithme: And,Montague,comeyouthisafternoon, Toknowourfurtherpleasureinthiscase,

TooldFree-town,ourcommonjudgment-place. Oncemore,onpainofdeath,allmendepart. ExeuntallbutMONTAGUE,LADYMONTAGUE,andBENVOLIO MONTAGUE Whosetthisancientquarrelnewabroach? Speak,nephew,wereyoubywhenitbegan? BENVOLIO Hereweretheservantsofyouradversary, Andyours,closefightingereIdidapproach: Idrewtopartthem:intheinstantcame ThefieryTybalt,withhisswordprepared, Which,ashebreatheddefiancetomyears, Heswungabouthisheadandcutthewinds, Whonothinghurtwithalhiss'dhiminscorn: Whilewewereinterchangingthrustsandblows, Camemoreandmoreandfoughtonpartandpart, Tilltheprincecame,whopartedeitherpart. LADYMONTAGUE O,whereisRomeo?sawyouhimto-day? RightgladIamhewasnotatthisfray. BENVOLIO Madam,anhourbeforetheworshipp'dsun Peer'dforththegoldenwindowoftheeast, Atroubledminddravemetowalkabroad; Where,underneaththegroveofsycamore Thatwestwardrootethfromthecity'sside, SoearlywalkingdidIseeyourson: TowardshimImade,buthewaswareofme Andstoleintothecovertofthewood: I,measuringhisaffectionsbymyown,

Thatmostarebusiedwhenthey'remostalone, Pursuedmyhumournotpursuinghis, Andgladlyshunn'dwhogladlyfledfromme. MONTAGUE Manyamorninghathhetherebeenseen, Withtearsaugmentingthefreshmorningdew. Addingtocloudsmorecloudswithhisdeepsighs; Butallsosoonastheall-cheeringsun Shouldinthefurthesteastbegintodraw TheshadycurtainsfromAurora'sbed, Awayfromthelightstealshomemyheavyson, Andprivateinhischamberpenshimself, Shutsuphiswindows,locksfardaylightout Andmakeshimselfanartificialnight: Blackandportentousmustthishumourprove, Unlessgoodcounselmaythecauseremove. BENVOLIO Mynobleuncle,doyouknowthecause? MONTAGUE Ineitherknowitnorcanlearnofhim. BENVOLIO Haveyouimportunedhimbyanymeans? MONTAGUE Bothbymyselfandmanyotherfriends: Buthe,hisownaffections'counsellor, Istohimself—Iwillnotsayhowtrue— Buttohimselfsosecretandsoclose, Sofarfromsoundinganddiscovery, Asisthebudbitwithanenviousworm, Erehecanspreadhissweetleavestotheair,

Ordedicatehisbeautytothesun. Couldwebutlearnfromwhencehissorrowsgrow. Wewouldaswillinglygivecureasknow. EnterROMEO BENVOLIO See,wherehecomes:sopleaseyou,stepaside; I'llknowhisgrievance,orbemuchdenied. MONTAGUE Iwouldthouwertsohappybythystay, Toheartrueshrift.Come,madam,let'saway. ExeuntMONTAGUEandLADYMONTAGUE BENVOLIO Good-morrow,cousin. ROMEO Isthedaysoyoung? BENVOLIO Butnewstrucknine. ROMEO Ayme!sadhoursseemlong. Wasthatmyfatherthatwenthencesofast? BENVOLIO Itwas.WhatsadnesslengthensRomeo'shours? ROMEO Nothavingthat,which,having,makesthemshort. BENVOLIO Inlove? ROMEO Out— BENVOLIO Oflove?

ROMEO Outofherfavour,whereIaminlove. BENVOLIO Alas,thatlove,sogentleinhisview, Shouldbesotyrannousandroughinproof! ROMEO Alas,thatlove,whoseviewismuffledstill, Should,withouteyes,seepathwaystohiswill! Whereshallwedine?Ome!Whatfraywashere? Yettellmenot,forIhavehearditall. Here'smuchtodowithhate,butmorewithlove. Why,then,Obrawlinglove!Olovinghate! Oanything,ofnothingfirstcreate! Oheavylightness!seriousvanity! Mis-shapenchaosofwell-seemingforms! Featheroflead,brightsmoke,coldfire, sickhealth! Still-wakingsleep,thatisnotwhatitis! ThislovefeelI,thatfeelnoloveinthis. Dostthounotlaugh? BENVOLIO No,coz,Iratherweep. ROMEO Goodheart,atwhat? BENVOLIO Atthygoodheart'soppression. ROMEO Why,suchislove'stransgression. Griefsofmineownlieheavyinmybreast, Whichthouwiltpropagate,tohaveitprest

Withmoreofthine:thislovethatthouhastshown Dothaddmoregrieftotoomuchofmineown. Loveisasmokeraisedwiththefumeofsighs; Beingpurged,afiresparklinginlovers'eyes; Beingvex'daseanourish'dwithlovers'tears: Whatisitelse?amadnessmostdiscreet, Achokinggallandapreservingsweet. Farewell,mycoz. BENVOLIO Soft!Iwillgoalong; Anifyouleavemeso,youdomewrong. ROMEO Tut,Ihavelostmyself;Iamnothere; ThisisnotRomeo,he'ssomeotherwhere. BENVOLIO Tellmeinsadness,whoisthatyoulove. ROMEO What,shallIgroanandtellthee? BENVOLIO Groan!why,no. Butsadlytellmewho. ROMEO Bidasickmaninsadnessmakehiswill: Ah,wordillurgedtoonethatissoill! Insadness,cousin,Idoloveawoman. BENVOLIO Iaim'dsonear,whenIsupposedyouloved. ROMEO Arightgoodmark-man!Andshe'sfairIlove. BENVOLIO

Arightfairmark,faircoz,issoonesthit. ROMEO Well,inthathityoumiss:she'llnotbehit WithCupid'sarrow;shehathDian'swit; And,instrongproofofchastitywellarm'd, Fromlove'sweakchildishbowshelivesunharm'd. Shewillnotstaythesiegeoflovingterms, Norbidetheencounterofassailingeyes, Noropeherlaptosaint-seducinggold: O,sheisrichinbeauty,onlypoor, Thatwhenshedieswithbeautydiesherstore. BENVOLIO Thenshehathswornthatshewillstilllivechaste? ROMEO Shehath,andinthatsparingmakeshugewaste, Forbeautystarvedwithherseverity Cutsbeautyofffromallposterity. Sheistoofair,toowise,wiselytoofair, Tomeritblissbymakingmedespair: Shehathforsworntolove,andinthatvow DoIlivedeadthatlivetotellitnow. BENVOLIO Beruledbyme,forgettothinkofher. ROMEO O,teachmehowIshouldforgettothink. BENVOLIO Bygivinglibertyuntothineeyes; Examineotherbeauties. ROMEO 'Tistheway

Tocallhersexquisite,inquestionmore: Thesehappymasksthatkissfairladies'brows Beingblackputusinmindtheyhidethefair; Hethatisstruckenblindcannotforget Theprecioustreasureofhiseyesightlost: Showmeamistressthatispassingfair, Whatdothherbeautyserve,butasanote WhereImayreadwhopass'dthatpassingfair? Farewell:thoucanstnotteachmetoforget. BENVOLIO I'llpaythatdoctrine,orelsedieindebt. Exeunt  

SCENEII.Astreet. 

EnterCAPULET,PARIS,andServant CAPULET ButMontagueisboundaswellasI, Inpenaltyalike;and'tisnothard,Ithink, Formensooldaswetokeepthepeace. PARIS Ofhonourablereckoningareyouboth; Andpity'tisyoulivedatoddssolong. Butnow,mylord,whatsayyoutomysuit? CAPULET Butsayingo'erwhatIhavesaidbefore: Mychildisyetastrangerintheworld; Shehathnotseenthechangeoffourteenyears, Lettwomoresummerswitherintheirpride,

Erewemaythinkherripetobeabride. PARIS Youngerthanshearehappymothersmade. CAPULET Andtoosoonmarr'darethosesoearlymade. Theearthhathswallow'dallmyhopesbutshe, Sheisthehopefulladyofmyearth: Butwooher,gentleParis,getherheart, Mywilltoherconsentisbutapart; Ansheagree,withinherscopeofchoice Liesmyconsentandfairaccordingvoice. ThisnightIholdanoldaccustom'dfeast, WheretoIhaveinvitedmanyaguest, SuchasIlove;andyou,amongthestore, Onemore,mostwelcome,makesmynumbermore. Atmypoorhouselooktobeholdthisnight Earth-treadingstarsthatmakedarkheavenlight: Suchcomfortasdolustyyoungmenfeel Whenwell-apparell'dAprilontheheel Oflimpingwintertreads,evensuchdelight Amongfreshfemalebudsshallyouthisnight Inheritatmyhouse;hearall,allsee, Andlikehermostwhosemeritmostshallbe: Whichonmoreview,ofmanyminebeingone Maystandinnumber,thoughinreckoningnone, Come,gowithme. ToServant,givingapaper Go,sirrah,trudgeabout ThroughfairVerona;findthosepersonsout Whosenamesarewrittenthere,andtothemsay,

Myhouseandwelcomeontheirpleasurestay. ExeuntCAPULETandPARIS Servant Findthemoutwhosenamesarewrittenhere!Itis written,thattheshoemakershouldmeddlewithhis yard,andthetailorwithhislast,thefisherwith hispencil,andthepainterwithhisnets;butIam senttofindthosepersonswhosenamesarehere writ,andcanneverfindwhatnamesthewriting personhathherewrit.Imusttothelearned.—Ingoodtime. EnterBENVOLIOandROMEO BENVOLIO Tut,man,onefireburnsoutanother'sburning, Onepainislessen'dbyanother'sanguish; Turngiddy,andbeholpbybackwardturning; Onedesperategriefcureswithanother'slanguish: Takethousomenewinfectiontothyeye, Andtherankpoisonoftheoldwilldie. ROMEO Yourplaintain-leafisexcellentforthat. BENVOLIO Forwhat,Ipraythee? ROMEO Foryourbrokenshin. BENVOLIO Why,Romeo,artthoumad? ROMEO Notmad,butboundmorethanamad-manis; Shutupinprison,keptwithoutmyfood, Whipp'dandtormentedand—God-den,goodfellow.

Servant Godgi'god-den.Ipray,sir,canyouread? ROMEO Ay,mineownfortuneinmymisery. Servant Perhapsyouhavelearneditwithoutbook:but,I pray,canyoureadanythingyousee? ROMEO Ay,ifIknowthelettersandthelanguage. Servant Yesayhonestly:restyoumerry! ROMEO Stay,fellow;Icanread. Reads 'SigniorMartinoandhiswifeanddaughters; CountyAnselmeandhisbeauteoussisters;thelady widowofVitravio;SigniorPlacentioandhislovely nieces;MercutioandhisbrotherValentine;mine uncleCapulet,hiswifeanddaughters;myfairniece Rosaline;Livia;SigniorValentioandhiscousin Tybalt,LucioandthelivelyHelena.'Afair assembly:whithershouldtheycome? Servant Up. ROMEO Whither? Servant Tosupper;toourhouse. ROMEO Whosehouse?

Servant Mymaster's. ROMEO Indeed,Ishouldhaveask'dyouthatbefore. Servant NowI'lltellyouwithoutasking:mymasteristhe greatrichCapulet;andifyoubenotofthehouse ofMontagues,Ipray,comeandcrushacupofwine. Restyoumerry! Exit BENVOLIO AtthissameancientfeastofCapulet's SupsthefairRosalinewhomthousolovest, WithalltheadmiredbeautiesofVerona: Gothither;and,withunattaintedeye, CompareherfacewithsomethatIshallshow, AndIwillmaketheethinkthyswanacrow. ROMEO Whenthedevoutreligionofmineeye Maintainssuchfalsehood,thenturntearstofires; Andthese,whooftendrown'dcouldneverdie, Transparentheretics,beburntforliars! Onefairerthanmylove!theall-seeingsun Ne'ersawhermatchsincefirsttheworldbegun. BENVOLIO Tut,yousawherfair,noneelsebeingby, Herselfpoisedwithherselfineithereye: Butinthatcrystalscaleslettherebeweigh'd Yourlady'sloveagainstsomeothermaid ThatIwillshowyoushiningatthisfeast,

Andsheshallscantshowwellthatnowshowsbest. ROMEO I'llgoalong,nosuchsighttobeshown, Buttorejoiceinsplendorofmineown. Exeunt  

SCENEIII.AroominCapulet'shouse. 

EnterLADYCAPULETandNurse LADYCAPULET Nurse,where'smydaughter?callherforthtome. Nurse Now,bymymaidenhead,attwelveyearold, Ibadehercome.What,lamb!what,ladybird! Godforbid!Where'sthisgirl?What,Juliet! EnterJULIET JULIET Hownow!whocalls? Nurse Yourmother. JULIET Madam,Iamhere. Whatisyourwill? LADYCAPULET Thisisthematter:—Nurse,giveleaveawhile, Wemusttalkinsecret:—nurse,comebackagain; Ihaveremember'dme,thou'shearourcounsel. Thouknow'stmydaughter'sofaprettyage. Nurse

Faith,Icantellherageuntoanhour. LADYCAPULET She'snotfourteen. Nurse I'lllayfourteenofmyteeth,— Andyet,tomyteethbeitspoken,Ihavebutfour— Sheisnotfourteen.Howlongisitnow ToLammas-tide? LADYCAPULET Afortnightandodddays. Nurse Evenorodd,ofalldaysintheyear, ComeLammas-eveatnightshallshebefourteen. Susanandshe—GodrestallChristiansouls!— Wereofanage:well,SusaniswithGod; Shewastoogoodforme:but,asIsaid, OnLammas-eveatnightshallshebefourteen; Thatshallshe,marry;Irememberitwell. 'Tissincetheearthquakenowelevenyears; Andshewaswean'd,—Inevershallforgetit,— Ofallthedaysoftheyear,uponthatday: ForIhadthenlaidwormwoodtomydug, Sittinginthesununderthedove-housewall; MylordandyouwerethenatMantua:— Nay,Idobearabrain:—but,asIsaid, Whenitdidtastethewormwoodonthenipple Ofmydugandfeltitbitter,prettyfool, Toseeittetchyandfalloutwiththedug! Shakequoththedove-house:'twasnoneed,Itrow, Tobidmetrudge:

Andsincethattimeitiselevenyears; Forthenshecouldstandalone;nay,bytherood, Shecouldhaverunandwaddledallabout; Foreventhedaybefore,shebrokeherbrow: Andthenmyhusband—Godbewithhissoul! A'wasamerryman—tookupthechild: 'Yea,'quothhe,'dostthoufalluponthyface? Thouwiltfallbackwardwhenthouhastmorewit; Wiltthounot,Jule?'and,bymyholidame, Theprettywretchleftcryingandsaid'Ay.' Tosee,now,howajestshallcomeabout! Iwarrant,anIshouldliveathousandyears, Inevershouldforgetit:'Wiltthounot,Jule?'quothhe; And,prettyfool,itstintedandsaid'Ay.' LADYCAPULET Enoughofthis;Ipraythee,holdthypeace. Nurse Yes,madam:yetIcannotchoosebutlaugh, Tothinkitshouldleavecryingandsay'Ay.' Andyet,Iwarrant,ithaduponitsbrow Abumpasbigasayoungcockerel'sstone; Aparlousknock;anditcriedbitterly: 'Yea,'quothmyhusband,'fall'stuponthyface? Thouwiltfallbackwardwhenthoucomesttoage; Wiltthounot,Jule?'itstintedandsaid'Ay.' JULIET Andstintthoutoo,Ipraythee,nurse,sayI. Nurse Peace,Ihavedone.Godmarktheetohisgrace! Thouwasttheprettiestbabethate'erInursed:

AnImightlivetoseetheemarriedonce, Ihavemywish. LADYCAPULET Marry,that'marry'istheverytheme Icametotalkof.Tellme,daughterJuliet, Howstandsyourdispositiontobemarried? JULIET ItisanhonourthatIdreamnotof. Nurse Anhonour!werenotIthineonlynurse, Iwouldsaythouhadstsuck'dwisdomfromthyteat. LADYCAPULET Well,thinkofmarriagenow;youngerthanyou, HereinVerona,ladiesofesteem, Aremadealreadymothers:bymycount, Iwasyourmothermuchupontheseyears Thatyouarenowamaid.Thustheninbrief: ThevaliantParisseeksyouforhislove. Nurse Aman,younglady!lady,suchaman Asalltheworld—why,he'samanofwax. LADYCAPULET Verona'ssummerhathnotsuchaflower. Nurse Nay,he'saflower;infaith,averyflower. LADYCAPULET Whatsayyou?canyoulovethegentleman? Thisnightyoushallbeholdhimatourfeast; Reado'erthevolumeofyoungParis'face, Andfinddelightwrittherewithbeauty'spen;

Examineeverymarriedlineament, Andseehowoneanotherlendscontent Andwhatobscuredinthisfairvolumelies Fi...