Array ( [TITLE] => The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet [PERSONA] => Array ( [TITLE] => Introduction Actors [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => ESCALUS, prince of Verona. [1] => PARIS, a young nobleman, kinsman to the prince. [2] => An old man, cousin to Capulet. [3] => ROMEO, son to Montague. [4] => MERCUTIO, kinsman to the prince, and friend to Romeo. [5] => BENVOLIO, nephew to Montague, and friend to Romeo. [6] => TYBALT, nephew to Lady Capulet. [7] => BALTHASAR, servant to Romeo. [8] => PETER, servant to Juliet's nurse. [9] => ABRAHAM, servant to Montague. [10] => An Apothecary. [11] => Three Musicians. [12] => Page to Paris; another Page; an officer. [13] => LADY MONTAGUE, wife to Montague. [14] => LADY CAPULET, wife to Capulet. [15] => JULIET, daughter to Capulet. [16] => Nurse to Juliet. [17] => Citizens of Verona; several Men and Women, relations to both houses; Maskers, Guards, Watchmen, and Attendants. [18] => Chorus. ) [ACTORS] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => MONTAGUE [1] => CAPULET ) [GRPDESCR] => heads of two houses at variance with each other. ) [1] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => FRIAR LAURENCE [1] => FRIAR JOHN ) [GRPDESCR] => Franciscans. ) [2] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => SAMPSON [1] => GREGORY ) [GRPDESCR] => servants to Capulet. ) ) ) [SCNDESCR] => SCENE Verona: Mantua. [PLAYSUBT] => ROMEO AND JULIET [ACT] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT I [PROLOGUE] => Array ( [TITLE] => PROLOGUE [SPEECH] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Array ( ) [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Two households, both alike in dignity, [1] => In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, [2] => From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, [3] => Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. [4] => From forth the fatal loins of these two foes [5] => A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; [6] => Whole misadventured piteous overthrows [7] => Do with their death bury their parents' strife. [8] => The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, [9] => And the continuance of their parents' rage, [10] => Which, but their children's end, nought could remove, [11] => Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; [12] => The which if you with patient ears attend, [13] => What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend. ) ) ) [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Verona. A public place. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers [1] => Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR [2] => They fight [3] => Enter BENVOLIO [4] => Beats down their swords [5] => Enter TYBALT [6] => They fight [7] => Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs [8] => Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY CAPULET [9] => Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE [10] => Enter PRINCE, with Attendants [11] => Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO [12] => Enter ROMEO [13] => Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE [14] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SAMPSON [LINE] => Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREGORY [LINE] => No, for then we should be colliers. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SAMPSON [LINE] => I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREGORY [LINE] => Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SAMPSON [LINE] => I strike quickly, being moved. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREGORY [LINE] => But thou art not quickly moved to strike. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SAMPSON [LINE] => A dog of the house of Montague moves me. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREGORY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: [1] => therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SAMPSON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will [1] => take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREGORY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes [1] => to the wall. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SAMPSON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, [1] => are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push [2] => Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids [3] => to the wall. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREGORY [LINE] => The quarrel is between our masters and us their men. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SAMPSON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I [1] => have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the [2] => maids, and cut off their heads. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREGORY [LINE] => The heads of the maids? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SAMPSON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; [1] => take it in what sense thou wilt. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREGORY [LINE] => They must take it in sense that feel it. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SAMPSON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and [1] => 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREGORY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou [1] => hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes [2] => two of the house of the Montagues. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SAMPSON [LINE] => My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREGORY [LINE] => How! turn thy back and run? ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SAMPSON [LINE] => Fear me not. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREGORY [LINE] => No, marry; I fear thee! ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SAMPSON [LINE] => Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREGORY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as [1] => they list. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SAMPSON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; [1] => which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ABRAHAM [LINE] => Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SAMPSON [LINE] => I do bite my thumb, sir. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ABRAHAM [LINE] => Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SAMPSON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside to GREGORY ) [1] => ay? ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREGORY [LINE] => No. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SAMPSON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I [1] => bite my thumb, sir. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREGORY [LINE] => Do you quarrel, sir? ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ABRAHAM [LINE] => Quarrel sir! no, sir. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SAMPSON [LINE] => If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ABRAHAM [LINE] => No better. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SAMPSON [LINE] => Well, sir. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GREGORY [LINE] => Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SAMPSON [LINE] => Yes, better, sir. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ABRAHAM [LINE] => You lie. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SAMPSON [LINE] => Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Part, fools! [1] => Put up your swords; you know not what you do. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TYBALT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? [1] => Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, [1] => Or manage it to part these men with me. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TYBALT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, [1] => As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: [2] => Have at thee, coward! ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down! [1] => Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues! ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho! ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword? ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My sword, I say! Old Montague is come, [1] => And flourishes his blade in spite of me. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MONTAGUE [LINE] => Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go. ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MONTAGUE [LINE] => Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe. ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, [1] => Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,-- [2] => Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts, [3] => That quench the fire of your pernicious rage [4] => With purple fountains issuing from your veins, [5] => On pain of torture, from those bloody hands [6] => Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground, [7] => And hear the sentence of your moved prince. [8] => Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, [9] => By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, [10] => Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets, [11] => And made Verona's ancient citizens [12] => Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, [13] => To wield old partisans, in hands as old, [14] => Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate: [15] => If ever you disturb our streets again, [16] => Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. [17] => For this time, all the rest depart away: [18] => You Capulet; shall go along with me: [19] => And, Montague, come you this afternoon, [20] => To know our further pleasure in this case, [21] => To old Free-town, our common judgment-place. [22] => Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MONTAGUE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? [1] => Speak, nephew, were you by when it began? ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here were the servants of your adversary, [1] => And yours, close fighting ere I did approach: [2] => I drew to part them: in the instant came [3] => The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared, [4] => Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears, [5] => He swung about his head and cut the winds, [6] => Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn: [7] => While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, [8] => Came more and more and fought on part and part, [9] => Till the prince came, who parted either part. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY MONTAGUE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day? [1] => Right glad I am he was not at this fray. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun [1] => Peer'd forth the golden window of the east, [2] => A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad; [3] => Where, underneath the grove of sycamore [4] => That westward rooteth from the city's side, [5] => So early walking did I see your son: [6] => Towards him I made, but he was ware of me [7] => And stole into the covert of the wood: [8] => I, measuring his affections by my own, [9] => That most are busied when they're most alone, [10] => Pursued my humour not pursuing his, [11] => And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MONTAGUE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Many a morning hath he there been seen, [1] => With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew. [2] => Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs; [3] => But all so soon as the all-cheering sun [4] => Should in the furthest east begin to draw [5] => The shady curtains from Aurora's bed, [6] => Away from the light steals home my heavy son, [7] => And private in his chamber pens himself, [8] => Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out [9] => And makes himself an artificial night: [10] => Black and portentous must this humour prove, [11] => Unless good counsel may the cause remove. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => My noble uncle, do you know the cause? ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MONTAGUE [LINE] => I neither know it nor can learn of him. ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Have you importuned him by any means? ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MONTAGUE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Both by myself and many other friends: [1] => But he, his own affections' counsellor, [2] => Is to himself--I will not say how true-- [3] => But to himself so secret and so close, [4] => So far from sounding and discovery, [5] => As is the bud bit with an envious worm, [6] => Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, [7] => Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. [8] => Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow. [9] => We would as willingly give cure as know. ) ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => See, where he comes: so please you, step aside; [1] => I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MONTAGUE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would thou wert so happy by thy stay, [1] => To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away. ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Good-morrow, cousin. ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Is the day so young? ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => But new struck nine. ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay me! sad hours seem long. [1] => Was that my father that went hence so fast? ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Not having that, which, having, makes them short. ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => In love? ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Out-- ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Of love? ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Out of her favour, where I am in love. ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, [1] => Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, [1] => Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! [2] => Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here? [3] => Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. [4] => Here's much to do with hate, but more with love. [5] => Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate! [6] => O any thing, of nothing first create! [7] => O heavy lightness! serious vanity! [8] => Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! [9] => Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, [10] => sick health! [11] => Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! [12] => This love feel I, that feel no love in this. [13] => Dost thou not laugh? ) ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => No, coz, I rather weep. ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Good heart, at what? ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => At thy good heart's oppression. ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, such is love's transgression. [1] => Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, [2] => Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest [3] => With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown [4] => Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. [5] => Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; [6] => Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; [7] => Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: [8] => What is it else? a madness most discreet, [9] => A choking gall and a preserving sweet. [10] => Farewell, my coz. ) ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Soft! I will go along; [1] => An if you leave me so, you do me wrong. ) ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here; [1] => This is not Romeo, he's some other where. ) ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Tell me in sadness, who is that you love. ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => What, shall I groan and tell thee? ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Groan! why, no. [1] => But sadly tell me who. ) ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bid a sick man in sadness make his will: [1] => Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill! [2] => In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. ) ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved. ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love. ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit [1] => With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit; [2] => And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd, [3] => From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. [4] => She will not stay the siege of loving terms, [5] => Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes, [6] => Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold: [7] => O, she is rich in beauty, only poor, [8] => That when she dies with beauty dies her store. ) ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste? ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste, [1] => For beauty starved with her severity [2] => Cuts beauty off from all posterity. [3] => She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair, [4] => To merit bliss by making me despair: [5] => She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow [6] => Do I live dead that live to tell it now. ) ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Be ruled by me, forget to think of her. ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => O, teach me how I should forget to think. ) [92] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By giving liberty unto thine eyes; [1] => Examine other beauties. ) ) [93] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis the way [1] => To call hers exquisite, in question more: [2] => These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows [3] => Being black put us in mind they hide the fair; [4] => He that is strucken blind cannot forget [5] => The precious treasure of his eyesight lost: [6] => Show me a mistress that is passing fair, [7] => What doth her beauty serve, but as a note [8] => Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair? [9] => Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget. ) ) [94] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. A street. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant [1] => Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS [2] => Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO [3] => Exit [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But Montague is bound as well as I, [1] => In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think, [2] => For men so old as we to keep the peace. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PARIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Of honourable reckoning are you both; [1] => And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long. [2] => But now, my lord, what say you to my suit? ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But saying o'er what I have said before: [1] => My child is yet a stranger in the world; [2] => She hath not seen the change of fourteen years, [3] => Let two more summers wither in their pride, [4] => Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PARIS [LINE] => Younger than she are happy mothers made. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And too soon marr'd are those so early made. [1] => The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, [2] => She is the hopeful lady of my earth: [3] => But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, [4] => My will to her consent is but a part; [5] => An she agree, within her scope of choice [6] => Lies my consent and fair according voice. [7] => This night I hold an old accustom'd feast, [8] => Whereto I have invited many a guest, [9] => Such as I love; and you, among the store, [10] => One more, most welcome, makes my number more. [11] => At my poor house look to behold this night [12] => Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light: [13] => Such comfort as do lusty young men feel [14] => When well-apparell'd April on the heel [15] => Of limping winter treads, even such delight [16] => Among fresh female buds shall you this night [17] => Inherit at my house; hear all, all see, [18] => And like her most whose merit most shall be: [19] => Which on more view, of many mine being one [20] => May stand in number, though in reckoning none, [21] => Come, go with me. [22] => Go, sirrah, trudge about [23] => Through fair Verona; find those persons out [24] => Whose names are written there, and to them say, [25] => My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. ) [STAGEDIR] => To Servant, giving a paper ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Find them out whose names are written here! It is [1] => written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his [2] => yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with [3] => his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am [4] => sent to find those persons whose names are here [5] => writ, and can never find what names the writing [6] => person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning, [1] => One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish; [2] => Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; [3] => One desperate grief cures with another's languish: [4] => Take thou some new infection to thy eye, [5] => And the rank poison of the old will die. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => For what, I pray thee? ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => For your broken shin. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Why, Romeo, art thou mad? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is; [1] => Shut up in prison, kept without my food, [2] => Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read? ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I [1] => pray, can you read any thing you see? ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Ay, if I know the letters and the language. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Ye say honestly: rest you merry! ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stay, fellow; I can read. [1] => 'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters; [2] => County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady [3] => widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely [4] => nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine [5] => uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece [6] => Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin [7] => Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair [8] => assembly: whither should they come? ) [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Up. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Whither? ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => To supper; to our house. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Whose house? ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => My master's. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the [1] => great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house [2] => of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. [3] => Rest you merry! ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => At this same ancient feast of Capulet's [1] => Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest, [2] => With all the admired beauties of Verona: [3] => Go thither; and, with unattainted eye, [4] => Compare her face with some that I shall show, [5] => And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When the devout religion of mine eye [1] => Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; [2] => And these, who often drown'd could never die, [3] => Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars! [4] => One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun [5] => Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by, [1] => Herself poised with herself in either eye: [2] => But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd [3] => Your lady's love against some other maid [4] => That I will show you shining at this feast, [5] => And she shall scant show well that now shows best. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, [1] => But to rejoice in splendor of mine own. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. A room in Capulet's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse [1] => Enter JULIET [2] => Enter a Servant [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old, [1] => I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird! [2] => God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet! ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => How now! who calls? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Your mother. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Madam, I am here. [1] => What is your will? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is the matter:--Nurse, give leave awhile, [1] => We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again; [2] => I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel. [3] => Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => She's not fourteen. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,-- [1] => And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four-- [2] => She is not fourteen. How long is it now [3] => To Lammas-tide? ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => A fortnight and odd days. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Even or odd, of all days in the year, [1] => Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen. [2] => Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!-- [3] => Were of an age: well, Susan is with God; [4] => She was too good for me: but, as I said, [5] => On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen; [6] => That shall she, marry; I remember it well. [7] => 'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years; [8] => And she was wean'd,--I never shall forget it,-- [9] => Of all the days of the year, upon that day: [10] => For I had then laid wormwood to my dug, [11] => Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall; [12] => My lord and you were then at Mantua:-- [13] => Nay, I do bear a brain:--but, as I said, [14] => When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple [15] => Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool, [16] => To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug! [17] => Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow, [18] => To bid me trudge: [19] => And since that time it is eleven years; [20] => For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood, [21] => She could have run and waddled all about; [22] => For even the day before, she broke her brow: [23] => And then my husband--God be with his soul! [24] => A' was a merry man--took up the child: [25] => 'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face? [26] => Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit; [27] => Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame, [28] => The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.' [29] => To see, now, how a jest shall come about! [30] => I warrant, an I should live a thousand years, [31] => I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he; [32] => And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.' ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, [1] => To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' [2] => And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow [3] => A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone; [4] => A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly: [5] => 'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face? [6] => Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age; [7] => Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.' ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace! [1] => Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed: [2] => An I might live to see thee married once, [3] => I have my wish. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme [1] => I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet, [2] => How stands your disposition to be married? ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => It is an honour that I dream not of. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An honour! were not I thine only nurse, [1] => I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, think of marriage now; younger than you, [1] => Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, [2] => Are made already mothers: by my count, [3] => I was your mother much upon these years [4] => That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief: [5] => The valiant Paris seeks you for his love. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A man, young lady! lady, such a man [1] => As all the world--why, he's a man of wax. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Verona's summer hath not such a flower. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What say you? can you love the gentleman? [1] => This night you shall behold him at our feast; [2] => Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face, [3] => And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; [4] => Examine every married lineament, [5] => And see how one another lends content [6] => And what obscured in this fair volume lies [7] => Find written in the margent of his eyes. [8] => This precious book of love, this unbound lover, [9] => To beautify him, only lacks a cover: [10] => The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride [11] => For fair without the fair within to hide: [12] => That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, [13] => That in gold clasps locks in the golden story; [14] => So shall you share all that he doth possess, [15] => By having him, making yourself no less. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love? ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll look to like, if looking liking move: [1] => But no more deep will I endart mine eye [2] => Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you [1] => called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in [2] => the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must [3] => hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We follow thee. [1] => Juliet, the county stays. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit Servant ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days. ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. A street. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? [1] => Or shall we on without a apology? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The date is out of such prolixity: [1] => We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf, [2] => Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, [3] => Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper; [4] => Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke [5] => After the prompter, for our entrance: [6] => But let them measure us by what they will; [7] => We'll measure them a measure, and be gone. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling; [1] => Being but heavy, I will bear the light. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes [1] => With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead [2] => So stakes me to the ground I cannot move. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, [1] => And soar with them above a common bound. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am too sore enpierced with his shaft [1] => To soar with his light feathers, and so bound, [2] => I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe: [3] => Under love's heavy burden do I sink. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And, to sink in it, should you burden love; [1] => Too great oppression for a tender thing. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, [1] => Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If love be rough with you, be rough with love; [1] => Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. [2] => Give me a case to put my visage in: [3] => A visor for a visor! what care I [4] => What curious eye doth quote deformities? [5] => Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in, [1] => But every man betake him to his legs. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A torch for me: let wantons light of heart [1] => Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels, [2] => For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase; [3] => I'll be a candle-holder, and look on. [4] => The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word: [1] => If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire [2] => Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st [3] => Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho! ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Nay, that's not so. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I mean, sir, in delay [1] => We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. [2] => Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits [3] => Five times in that ere once in our five wits. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And we mean well in going to this mask; [1] => But 'tis no wit to go. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Why, may one ask? ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => I dream'd a dream to-night. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => And so did I. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Well, what was yours? ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => That dreamers often lie. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => In bed asleep, while they do dream things true. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. [1] => She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes [2] => In shape no bigger than an agate-stone [3] => On the fore-finger of an alderman, [4] => Drawn with a team of little atomies [5] => Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep; [6] => Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs, [7] => The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, [8] => The traces of the smallest spider's web, [9] => The collars of the moonshine's watery beams, [10] => Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film, [11] => Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat, [12] => Not so big as a round little worm [13] => Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; [14] => Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut [15] => Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, [16] => Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. [17] => And in this state she gallops night by night [18] => Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; [19] => O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight, [20] => O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees, [21] => O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream, [22] => Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, [23] => Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: [24] => Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, [25] => And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; [26] => And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail [27] => Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, [28] => Then dreams, he of another benefice: [29] => Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, [30] => And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, [31] => Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, [32] => Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon [33] => Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, [34] => And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two [35] => And sleeps again. This is that very Mab [36] => That plats the manes of horses in the night, [37] => And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs, [38] => Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes: [39] => This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, [40] => That presses them and learns them first to bear, [41] => Making them women of good carriage: [42] => This is she-- ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! [1] => Thou talk'st of nothing. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => True, I talk of dreams, [1] => Which are the children of an idle brain, [2] => Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, [3] => Which is as thin of substance as the air [4] => And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes [5] => Even now the frozen bosom of the north, [6] => And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, [7] => Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves; [1] => Supper is done, and we shall come too late. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I fear, too early: for my mind misgives [1] => Some consequence yet hanging in the stars [2] => Shall bitterly begin his fearful date [3] => With this night's revels and expire the term [4] => Of a despised life closed in my breast [5] => By some vile forfeit of untimely death. [6] => But He, that hath the steerage of my course, [7] => Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Strike, drum. ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. A hall in Capulet's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkins [1] => Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers [2] => Exit [3] => Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse [4] => One calls within 'Juliet.' [5] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He [1] => shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher! ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's [1] => hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Away with the joint-stools, remove the [1] => court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save [2] => me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let [3] => the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. [4] => Antony, and Potpan! ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Servant [LINE] => Ay, boy, ready. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are looked for and called for, asked for and [1] => sought for, in the great chamber. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be [1] => brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes [1] => Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you. [2] => Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all [3] => Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty, [4] => She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now? [5] => Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day [6] => That I have worn a visor and could tell [7] => A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, [8] => Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone: [9] => You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play. [10] => A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls. [11] => More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up, [12] => And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot. [13] => Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well. [14] => Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet; [15] => For you and I are past our dancing days: [16] => How long is't now since last yourself and I [17] => Were in a mask? ) [STAGEDIR] => Music plays, and they dance ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Capulet [LINE] => By'r lady, thirty years. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much: [1] => 'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio, [2] => Come pentecost as quickly as it will, [3] => Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Capulet [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir; [1] => His son is thirty. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Will you tell me that? [1] => His son was but a ward two years ago. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To a Servingman ) [1] => enrich the hand [2] => Of yonder knight? ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => I know not, sir. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! [1] => It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night [2] => Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear; [3] => Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! [4] => So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, [5] => As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. [6] => The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, [7] => And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. [8] => Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! [9] => For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TYBALT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This, by his voice, should be a Montague. [1] => Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave [2] => Come hither, cover'd with an antic face, [3] => To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? [4] => Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, [5] => To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TYBALT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe, [1] => A villain that is hither come in spite, [2] => To scorn at our solemnity this night. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Young Romeo is it? ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TYBALT [LINE] => 'Tis he, that villain Romeo. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone; [1] => He bears him like a portly gentleman; [2] => And, to say truth, Verona brags of him [3] => To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth: [4] => I would not for the wealth of all the town [5] => Here in my house do him disparagement: [6] => Therefore be patient, take no note of him: [7] => It is my will, the which if thou respect, [8] => Show a fair presence and put off these frowns, [9] => And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TYBALT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It fits, when such a villain is a guest: [1] => I'll not endure him. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He shall be endured: [1] => What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to; [2] => Am I the master here, or you? go to. [3] => You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul! [4] => You'll make a mutiny among my guests! [5] => You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man! ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TYBALT [LINE] => Why, uncle, 'tis a shame. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go to, go to; [1] => You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed? [2] => This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what: [3] => You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time. [4] => Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go: [5] => Be quiet, or--More light, more light! For shame! [6] => I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts! ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TYBALT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting [1] => Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. [2] => I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall [3] => Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To JULIET ) [1] => This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: [2] => My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand [3] => To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, [1] => Which mannerly devotion shows in this; [2] => For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, [3] => And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; [1] => They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. [1] => Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Then have my lips the sin that they have took. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! [1] => Give me my sin again. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => You kiss by the book. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Madam, your mother craves a word with you. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => What is her mother? ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, bachelor, [1] => Her mother is the lady of the house, [2] => And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous [3] => I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal; [4] => I tell you, he that can lay hold of her [5] => Shall have the chinks. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is she a Capulet? [1] => O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Away, begone; the sport is at the best. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; [1] => We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. [2] => Is it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all [3] => I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night. [4] => More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed. [5] => Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late: [6] => I'll to my rest. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman? ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => The son and heir of old Tiberio. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => What's he that now is going out of door? ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => What's he that follows there, that would not dance? ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => I know not. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go ask his name: if he be married. [1] => My grave is like to be my wedding bed. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => His name is Romeo, and a Montague; [1] => The only son of your great enemy. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My only love sprung from my only hate! [1] => Too early seen unknown, and known too late! [2] => Prodigious birth of love it is to me, [3] => That I must love a loathed enemy. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => What's this? what's this? ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A rhyme I learn'd even now [1] => Of one I danced withal. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Anon, anon! [1] => Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. ) ) ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT II [PROLOGUE] => Array ( [TITLE] => PROLOGUE [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter Chorus [1] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Chorus [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie, [1] => And young affection gapes to be his heir; [2] => That fair for which love groan'd for and would die, [3] => With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair. [4] => Now Romeo is beloved and loves again, [5] => Alike betwitched by the charm of looks, [6] => But to his foe supposed he must complain, [7] => And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: [8] => Being held a foe, he may not have access [9] => To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; [10] => And she as much in love, her means much less [11] => To meet her new-beloved any where: [12] => But passion lends them power, time means, to meet [13] => Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. ) ) ) [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter ROMEO [1] => He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it [2] => Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Can I go forward when my heart is here? [1] => Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Romeo! my cousin Romeo! ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He is wise; [1] => And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall: [1] => Call, good Mercutio. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, I'll conjure too. [1] => Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover! [2] => Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh: [3] => Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; [4] => Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;' [5] => Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, [6] => One nick-name for her purblind son and heir, [7] => Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, [8] => When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid! [9] => He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not; [10] => The ape is dead, and I must conjure him. [11] => I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, [12] => By her high forehead and her scarlet lip, [13] => By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh [14] => And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, [15] => That in thy likeness thou appear to us! ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him [1] => To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle [2] => Of some strange nature, letting it there stand [3] => Till she had laid it and conjured it down; [4] => That were some spite: my invocation [5] => Is fair and honest, and in his mistress' name [6] => I conjure only but to raise up him. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, he hath hid himself among these trees, [1] => To be consorted with the humorous night: [2] => Blind is his love and best befits the dark. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. [1] => Now will he sit under a medlar tree, [2] => And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit [3] => As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone. [4] => Romeo, that she were, O, that she were [5] => An open et caetera, thou a poperin pear! [6] => Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed; [7] => This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep: [8] => Come, shall we go? ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, then; for 'tis in vain [1] => To seek him here that means not to be found. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Capulet's orchard. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter ROMEO [1] => Exit, above [2] => Re-enter JULIET, above [3] => Exit, above [4] => Retiring [5] => Re-enter JULIET, above [6] => Exit above [7] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He jests at scars that never felt a wound. [1] => But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? [2] => It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. [3] => Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, [4] => Who is already sick and pale with grief, [5] => That thou her maid art far more fair than she: [6] => Be not her maid, since she is envious; [7] => Her vestal livery is but sick and green [8] => And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. [9] => It is my lady, O, it is my love! [10] => O, that she knew she were! [11] => She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? [12] => Her eye discourses; I will answer it. [13] => I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: [14] => Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, [15] => Having some business, do entreat her eyes [16] => To twinkle in their spheres till they return. [17] => What if her eyes were there, they in her head? [18] => The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, [19] => As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven [20] => Would through the airy region stream so bright [21] => That birds would sing and think it were not night. [22] => See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! [23] => O, that I were a glove upon that hand, [24] => That I might touch that cheek! ) [STAGEDIR] => JULIET appears above at a window ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Ay me! ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => She speaks: [1] => O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art [2] => As glorious to this night, being o'er my head [3] => As is a winged messenger of heaven [4] => Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes [5] => Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him [6] => When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds [7] => And sails upon the bosom of the air. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? [1] => Deny thy father and refuse thy name; [2] => Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, [3] => And I'll no longer be a Capulet. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; [1] => Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. [2] => What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, [3] => Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part [4] => Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! [5] => What's in a name? that which we call a rose [6] => By any other name would smell as sweet; [7] => So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, [8] => Retain that dear perfection which he owes [9] => Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, [10] => And for that name which is no part of thee [11] => Take all myself. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I take thee at thy word: [1] => Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; [2] => Henceforth I never will be Romeo. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night [1] => So stumblest on my counsel? ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By a name [1] => I know not how to tell thee who I am: [2] => My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, [3] => Because it is an enemy to thee; [4] => Had I it written, I would tear the word. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words [1] => Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound: [2] => Art thou not Romeo and a Montague? ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? [1] => The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, [2] => And the place death, considering who thou art, [3] => If any of my kinsmen find thee here. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls; [1] => For stony limits cannot hold love out, [2] => And what love can do that dares love attempt; [3] => Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => If they do see thee, they will murder thee. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye [1] => Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, [2] => And I am proof against their enmity. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => I would not for the world they saw thee here. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; [1] => And but thou love me, let them find me here: [2] => My life were better ended by their hate, [3] => Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => By whose direction found'st thou out this place? ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By love, who first did prompt me to inquire; [1] => He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes. [2] => I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far [3] => As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea, [4] => I would adventure for such merchandise. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, [1] => Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek [2] => For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night [3] => Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny [4] => What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! [5] => Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' [6] => And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st, [7] => Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries [8] => Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, [9] => If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: [10] => Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, [11] => I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay, [12] => So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. [13] => In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, [14] => And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light: [15] => But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true [16] => Than those that have more cunning to be strange. [17] => I should have been more strange, I must confess, [18] => But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, [19] => My true love's passion: therefore pardon me, [20] => And not impute this yielding to light love, [21] => Which the dark night hath so discovered. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear [1] => That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops-- ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, [1] => That monthly changes in her circled orb, [2] => Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => What shall I swear by? ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do not swear at all; [1] => Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, [2] => Which is the god of my idolatry, [3] => And I'll believe thee. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => If my heart's dear love-- ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, [1] => I have no joy of this contract to-night: [2] => It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; [3] => Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be [4] => Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! [5] => This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, [6] => May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. [7] => Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest [8] => Come to thy heart as that within my breast! ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => What satisfaction canst thou have to-night? ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: [1] => And yet I would it were to give again. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But to be frank, and give it thee again. [1] => And yet I wish but for the thing I have: [2] => My bounty is as boundless as the sea, [3] => My love as deep; the more I give to thee, [4] => The more I have, for both are infinite. [5] => I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu! [6] => Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true. [7] => Stay but a little, I will come again. ) [STAGEDIR] => Nurse calls within ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard. [1] => Being in night, all this is but a dream, [2] => Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed. [1] => If that thy bent of love be honourable, [2] => Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, [3] => By one that I'll procure to come to thee, [4] => Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite; [5] => And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay [6] => And follow thee my lord throughout the world. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well, [1] => I do beseech thee-- ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By and by, I come:-- [1] => To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief: [2] => To-morrow will I send. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => So thrive my soul-- ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => A thousand times good night! ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. [1] => Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from [2] => their books, [3] => But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice, [1] => To lure this tassel-gentle back again! [2] => Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; [3] => Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, [4] => And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine, [5] => With repetition of my Romeo's name. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is my soul that calls upon my name: [1] => How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, [2] => Like softest music to attending ears! ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Romeo! ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => My dear? ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => At what o'clock to-morrow [1] => Shall I send to thee? ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => At the hour of nine. ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then. [1] => I have forgot why I did call thee back. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Let me stand here till thou remember it. ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, [1] => Remembering how I love thy company. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, [1] => Forgetting any other home but this. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: [1] => And yet no further than a wanton's bird; [2] => Who lets it hop a little from her hand, [3] => Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, [4] => And with a silk thread plucks it back again, [5] => So loving-jealous of his liberty. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => I would I were thy bird. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sweet, so would I: [1] => Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. [2] => Good night, good night! parting is such [3] => sweet sorrow, [4] => That I shall say good night till it be morrow. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! [1] => Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! [2] => Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell, [3] => His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter FRIAR LAURENCE, with a basket [1] => Enter ROMEO [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, [1] => Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light, [2] => And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels [3] => From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels: [4] => Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye, [5] => The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry, [6] => I must up-fill this osier cage of ours [7] => With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers. [8] => The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb; [9] => What is her burying grave that is her womb, [10] => And from her womb children of divers kind [11] => We sucking on her natural bosom find, [12] => Many for many virtues excellent, [13] => None but for some and yet all different. [14] => O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies [15] => In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: [16] => For nought so vile that on the earth doth live [17] => But to the earth some special good doth give, [18] => Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use [19] => Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: [20] => Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; [21] => And vice sometimes by action dignified. [22] => Within the infant rind of this small flower [23] => Poison hath residence and medicine power: [24] => For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; [25] => Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. [26] => Two such opposed kings encamp them still [27] => In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will; [28] => And where the worser is predominant, [29] => Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Good morrow, father. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Benedicite! [1] => What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? [2] => Young son, it argues a distemper'd head [3] => So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed: [4] => Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, [5] => And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; [6] => But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain [7] => Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign: [8] => Therefore thy earliness doth me assure [9] => Thou art up-roused by some distemperature; [10] => Or if not so, then here I hit it right, [11] => Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no; [1] => I have forgot that name, and that name's woe. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => That's my good son: but where hast thou been, then? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. [1] => I have been feasting with mine enemy, [2] => Where on a sudden one hath wounded me, [3] => That's by me wounded: both our remedies [4] => Within thy help and holy physic lies: [5] => I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo, [6] => My intercession likewise steads my foe. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; [1] => Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set [1] => On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: [2] => As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; [3] => And all combined, save what thou must combine [4] => By holy marriage: when and where and how [5] => We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow, [6] => I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, [7] => That thou consent to marry us to-day. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here! [1] => Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, [2] => So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies [3] => Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. [4] => Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine [5] => Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! [6] => How much salt water thrown away in waste, [7] => To season love, that of it doth not taste! [8] => The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, [9] => Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears; [10] => Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit [11] => Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet: [12] => If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine, [13] => Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline: [14] => And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then, [15] => Women may fall, when there's no strength in men. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => And bad'st me bury love. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not in a grave, [1] => To lay one in, another out to have. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now [1] => Doth grace for grace and love for love allow; [2] => The other did not so. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, she knew well [1] => Thy love did read by rote and could not spell. [2] => But come, young waverer, come, go with me, [3] => In one respect I'll thy assistant be; [4] => For this alliance may so happy prove, [5] => To turn your households' rancour to pure love. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. A street. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO [1] => Enter ROMEO [2] => Enter Nurse and PETER [3] => Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Where the devil should this Romeo be? [1] => Came he not home to-night? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Not to his father's; I spoke with his man. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline. [1] => Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, [1] => Hath sent a letter to his father's house. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => A challenge, on my life. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Romeo will answer it. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Any man that can write may answer a letter. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he [1] => dares, being dared. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead; stabbed with a [1] => white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a [2] => love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the [3] => blind bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man to [4] => encounter Tybalt? ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Why, what is Tybalt? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is [1] => the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as [2] => you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and [3] => proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and [4] => the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk [5] => button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the [6] => very first house, of the first and second cause: [7] => ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the [8] => hai! ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => The what? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting [1] => fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! 'By Jesu, [2] => a very good blade! a very tall man! a very good [3] => whore!' Why, is not this a lamentable thing, [4] => grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with [5] => these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these [6] => perdona-mi's, who stand so much on the new form, [7] => that they cannot at ease on the old bench? O, their [8] => bones, their bones! ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh, [1] => how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers [2] => that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a [3] => kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to [4] => be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy; [5] => Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey [6] => eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior [7] => Romeo, bon jour! there's a French salutation [8] => to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit [9] => fairly last night. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => The ship, sir, the slip; can you not conceive? ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in [1] => such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That's as much as to say, such a case as yours [1] => constrains a man to bow in the hams. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Meaning, to court'sy. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Thou hast most kindly hit it. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => A most courteous exposition. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Pink for flower. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Right. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Why, then is my pump well flowered. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well said: follow me this jest now till thou hast [1] => worn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it [2] => is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O single-soled jest, solely singular for the [1] => singleness. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have [1] => done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of [2] => thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five: [3] => was I with you there for the goose? ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast [1] => not there for the goose. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Nay, good goose, bite not. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most [1] => sharp sauce. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => And is it not well served in to a sweet goose? ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an [1] => inch narrow to an ell broad! ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added [1] => to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? [1] => now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art [2] => thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: [3] => for this drivelling love is like a great natural, [4] => that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Stop there, stop there. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short: [1] => for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and [2] => meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Here's goodly gear! ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => A sail, a sail! ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Two, two; a shirt and a smock. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Peter! ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PETER [LINE] => Anon! ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => My fan, Peter. ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the [1] => fairer face. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => God ye good morrow, gentlemen. ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => God ye good den, fair gentlewoman. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Is it good den? ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the [1] => dial is now upon the prick of noon. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Out upon you! what a man are you! ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to [1] => mar. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,' [1] => quoth a'? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I [2] => may find the young Romeo? ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when [1] => you have found him than he was when you sought him: [2] => I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse. ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => You say well. ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith; [1] => wisely, wisely. ) ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with [1] => you. ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => She will indite him to some supper. ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! so ho! ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => What hast thou found? ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie, [1] => that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent. [2] => An old hare hoar, [3] => And an old hare hoar, [4] => Is very good meat in lent [5] => But a hare that is hoar [6] => Is too much for a score, [7] => When it hoars ere it be spent. [8] => Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll [9] => to dinner, thither. ) [STAGEDIR] => Sings ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => I will follow you. ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, [1] => 'lady, lady, lady.' ) [STAGEDIR] => Singing ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucy [1] => merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery? ) ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, [1] => and will speak more in a minute than he will stand [2] => to in a month. ) ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him [1] => down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such [2] => Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall. [3] => Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am [4] => none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by [5] => too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure? ) ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weapon [1] => should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare [2] => draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a [3] => good quarrel, and the law on my side. ) ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about [1] => me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word: [2] => and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you [3] => out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself: [4] => but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into [5] => a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross [6] => kind of behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman [7] => is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double [8] => with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered [9] => to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing. ) ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I [1] => protest unto thee-- ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much: [1] => Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman. ) ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me. ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as [1] => I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer. ) ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bid her devise [1] => Some means to come to shrift this afternoon; [2] => And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell [3] => Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains. ) ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => No truly sir; not a penny. ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Go to; I say you shall. ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there. ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall: [1] => Within this hour my man shall be with thee [2] => And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair; [3] => Which to the high top-gallant of my joy [4] => Must be my convoy in the secret night. [5] => Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains: [6] => Farewell; commend me to thy mistress. ) ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir. ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => What say'st thou, my dear nurse? ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say, [1] => Two may keep counsel, putting one away? ) ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel. ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => NURSE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady--Lord, [1] => Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing:--O, there [2] => is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain [3] => lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief [4] => see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her [5] => sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer [6] => man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks [7] => as pale as any clout in the versal world. Doth not [8] => rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter? ) ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R. ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ah. mocker! that's the dog's name; R is for [1] => the--No; I know it begins with some other [2] => letter:--and she hath the prettiest sententious of [3] => it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good [4] => to hear it. ) ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Commend me to thy lady. ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, a thousand times. [1] => Peter! ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit Romeo ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PETER [LINE] => Anon! ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Peter, take my fan, and go before and apace. ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. Capulet's orchard. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter JULIET [1] => Exit PETER [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse; [1] => In half an hour she promised to return. [2] => Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so. [3] => O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts, [4] => Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, [5] => Driving back shadows over louring hills: [6] => Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, [7] => And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. [8] => Now is the sun upon the highmost hill [9] => Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve [10] => Is three long hours, yet she is not come. [11] => Had she affections and warm youthful blood, [12] => She would be as swift in motion as a ball; [13] => My words would bandy her to my sweet love, [14] => And his to me: [15] => But old folks, many feign as they were dead; [16] => Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead. [17] => O God, she comes! [18] => O honey nurse, what news? [19] => Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter Nurse and PETER ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Peter, stay at the gate. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad? [1] => Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; [2] => If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news [3] => By playing it to me with so sour a face. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am a-weary, give me leave awhile: [1] => Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had! ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: [1] => Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile? [1] => Do you not see that I am out of breath? ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath [1] => To say to me that thou art out of breath? [2] => The excuse that thou dost make in this delay [3] => Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse. [4] => Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that; [5] => Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance: [6] => Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad? ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not [1] => how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his [2] => face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels [3] => all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body, [4] => though they be not to be talked on, yet they are [5] => past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy, [6] => but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy [7] => ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home? ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, no: but all this did I know before. [1] => What says he of our marriage? what of that? ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I! [1] => It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. [2] => My back o' t' other side,--O, my back, my back! [3] => Beshrew your heart for sending me about, [4] => To catch my death with jaunting up and down! ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well. [1] => Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a [1] => courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I [2] => warrant, a virtuous,--Where is your mother? ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Where is my mother! why, she is within; [1] => Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest! [2] => 'Your love says, like an honest gentleman, [3] => Where is your mother?' ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O God's lady dear! [1] => Are you so hot? marry, come up, I trow; [2] => Is this the poultice for my aching bones? [3] => Henceforward do your messages yourself. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Here's such a coil! come, what says Romeo? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => I have. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell; [1] => There stays a husband to make you a wife: [2] => Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, [3] => They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. [4] => Hie you to church; I must another way, [5] => To fetch a ladder, by the which your love [6] => Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark: [7] => I am the drudge and toil in your delight, [8] => But you shall bear the burden soon at night. [9] => Go; I'll to dinner: hie you to the cell. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell. ) ) ) [5] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VI. Friar Laurence's cell. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So smile the heavens upon this holy act, [1] => That after hours with sorrow chide us not! ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, [1] => It cannot countervail the exchange of joy [2] => That one short minute gives me in her sight: [3] => Do thou but close our hands with holy words, [4] => Then love-devouring death do what he dare; [5] => It is enough I may but call her mine. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => These violent delights have violent ends [1] => And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, [2] => Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey [3] => Is loathsome in his own deliciousness [4] => And in the taste confounds the appetite: [5] => Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; [6] => Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. [7] => Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot [8] => Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint: [9] => A lover may bestride the gossamer [10] => That idles in the wanton summer air, [11] => And yet not fall; so light is vanity. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter JULIET ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Good even to my ghostly confessor. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => As much to him, else is his thanks too much. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy [1] => Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more [2] => To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath [3] => This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue [4] => Unfold the imagined happiness that both [5] => Receive in either by this dear encounter. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, [1] => Brags of his substance, not of ornament: [2] => They are but beggars that can count their worth; [3] => But my true love is grown to such excess [4] => I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, come with me, and we will make short work; [1] => For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone [2] => Till holy church incorporate two in one. ) ) ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT III [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. A public place. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants [1] => Enter TYBALT and others [2] => Enter ROMEO [3] => Drawing [4] => They fight [5] => TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies with his followers [6] => Exit Page [7] => Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO [8] => Re-enter BENVOLIO [9] => They fight; TYBALT falls [10] => Exit ROMEO [11] => Enter Citizens, &c [12] => Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives, and others [13] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire: [1] => The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, [2] => And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl; [3] => For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou art like one of those fellows that when he [1] => enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword [2] => upon the table and says 'God send me no need of [3] => thee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws [4] => it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Am I like such a fellow? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as [1] => any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as [2] => soon moody to be moved. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => And what to? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, an there were two such, we should have none [1] => shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why, [2] => thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, [3] => or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou [4] => wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no [5] => other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what [6] => eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel? [7] => Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of [8] => meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as [9] => an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a [10] => man for coughing in the street, because he hath [11] => wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun: [12] => didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing [13] => his new doublet before Easter? with another, for [14] => tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou [15] => wilt tutor me from quarrelling! ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man [1] => should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => The fee-simple! O simple! ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => By my head, here come the Capulets. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => By my heel, I care not. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TYBALT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Follow me close, for I will speak to them. [1] => Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And but one word with one of us? couple it with [1] => something; make it a word and a blow. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TYBALT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you [1] => will give me occasion. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Could you not take some occasion without giving? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TYBALT [LINE] => Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,-- ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an [1] => thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but [2] => discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall [3] => make you dance. 'Zounds, consort! ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We talk here in the public haunt of men: [1] => Either withdraw unto some private place, [2] => And reason coldly of your grievances, [3] => Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze; [1] => I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TYBALT [LINE] => Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery: [1] => Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; [2] => Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.' ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TYBALT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford [1] => No better term than this,--thou art a villain. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee [1] => Doth much excuse the appertaining rage [2] => To such a greeting: villain am I none; [3] => Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TYBALT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries [1] => That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do protest, I never injured thee, [1] => But love thee better than thou canst devise, [2] => Till thou shalt know the reason of my love: [3] => And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender [4] => As dearly as my own,--be satisfied. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! [1] => Alla stoccata carries it away. [2] => Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? ) [STAGEDIR] => Draws ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TYBALT [LINE] => What wouldst thou have with me? ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine [1] => lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you [2] => shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the [3] => eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher [4] => by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your [5] => ears ere it be out. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TYBALT [LINE] => I am for you. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Come, sir, your passado. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons. [1] => Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage! [2] => Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath [3] => Forbidden bandying in Verona streets: [4] => Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio! ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am hurt. [1] => A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. [2] => Is he gone, and hath nothing? ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => What, art thou hurt? ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. [1] => Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a [1] => church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for [2] => me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I [3] => am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o' [4] => both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a [5] => cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a [6] => rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of [7] => arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I [8] => was hurt under your arm. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => I thought all for the best. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MERCUTIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Help me into some house, Benvolio, [1] => Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses! [2] => They have made worms' meat of me: I have it, [3] => And soundly too: your houses! ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This gentleman, the prince's near ally, [1] => My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt [2] => In my behalf; my reputation stain'd [3] => With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour [4] => Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet, [5] => Thy beauty hath made me effeminate [6] => And in my temper soften'd valour's steel! ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead! [1] => That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds, [2] => Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This day's black fate on more days doth depend; [1] => This but begins the woe, others must end. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain! [1] => Away to heaven, respective lenity, [2] => And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now! [3] => Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, [4] => That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul [5] => Is but a little way above our heads, [6] => Staying for thine to keep him company: [7] => Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him. ) [STAGEDIR] => Re-enter TYBALT ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TYBALT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here, [1] => Shalt with him hence. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => This shall determine that. ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Romeo, away, be gone! [1] => The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain. [2] => Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death, [3] => If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away! ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => O, I am fortune's fool! ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Why dost thou stay? ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio? [1] => Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => There lies that Tybalt. ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Up, sir, go with me; [1] => I charge thee in the princes name, obey. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE [LINE] => Where are the vile beginners of this fray? ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O noble prince, I can discover all [1] => The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: [2] => There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, [3] => That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child! [1] => O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt [2] => O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true, [3] => For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague. [4] => O cousin, cousin! ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE [LINE] => Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BENVOLIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay; [1] => Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink [2] => How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal [3] => Your high displeasure: all this uttered [4] => With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd, [5] => Could not take truce with the unruly spleen [6] => Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts [7] => With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast, [8] => Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point, [9] => And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats [10] => Cold death aside, and with the other sends [11] => It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity, [12] => Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, [13] => 'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than [14] => his tongue, [15] => His agile arm beats down their fatal points, [16] => And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm [17] => An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life [18] => Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled; [19] => But by and by comes back to Romeo, [20] => Who had but newly entertain'd revenge, [21] => And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I [22] => Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain. [23] => And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly. [24] => This is the truth, or let Benvolio die. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He is a kinsman to the Montague; [1] => Affection makes him false; he speaks not true: [2] => Some twenty of them fought in this black strife, [3] => And all those twenty could but kill one life. [4] => I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give; [5] => Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; [1] => Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MONTAGUE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend; [1] => His fault concludes but what the law should end, [2] => The life of Tybalt. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And for that offence [1] => Immediately we do exile him hence: [2] => I have an interest in your hate's proceeding, [3] => My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding; [4] => But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine [5] => That you shall all repent the loss of mine: [6] => I will be deaf to pleading and excuses; [7] => Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses: [8] => Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste, [9] => Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. [10] => Bear hence this body and attend our will: [11] => Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Capulet's orchard. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter JULIET [1] => Throws them down [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, [1] => Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner [2] => As Phaethon would whip you to the west, [3] => And bring in cloudy night immediately. [4] => Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, [5] => That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo [6] => Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen. [7] => Lovers can see to do their amorous rites [8] => By their own beauties; or, if love be blind, [9] => It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, [10] => Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, [11] => And learn me how to lose a winning match, [12] => Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods: [13] => Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks, [14] => With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold, [15] => Think true love acted simple modesty. [16] => Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; [17] => For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night [18] => Whiter than new snow on a raven's back. [19] => Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night, [20] => Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, [21] => Take him and cut him out in little stars, [22] => And he will make the face of heaven so fine [23] => That all the world will be in love with night [24] => And pay no worship to the garish sun. [25] => O, I have bought the mansion of a love, [26] => But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold, [27] => Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day [28] => As is the night before some festival [29] => To an impatient child that hath new robes [30] => And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse, [31] => And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks [32] => But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence. [33] => Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords [34] => That Romeo bid thee fetch? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter Nurse, with cords ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Ay, ay, the cords. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead! [1] => We are undone, lady, we are undone! [2] => Alack the day! he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Can heaven be so envious? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Romeo can, [1] => Though heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo! [2] => Who ever would have thought it? Romeo! ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus? [1] => This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell. [2] => Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but 'I,' [3] => And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more [4] => Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice: [5] => I am not I, if there be such an I; [6] => Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.' [7] => If he be slain, say 'I'; or if not, no: [8] => Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,-- [1] => God save the mark!--here on his manly breast: [2] => A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse; [3] => Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood, [4] => All in gore-blood; I swounded at the sight. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once! [1] => To prison, eyes, ne'er look on liberty! [2] => Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; [3] => And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier! ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had! [1] => O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman! [2] => That ever I should live to see thee dead! ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What storm is this that blows so contrary? [1] => Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? [2] => My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord? [3] => Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom! [4] => For who is living, if those two are gone? ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; [1] => Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => O God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood? ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => It did, it did; alas the day, it did! ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! [1] => Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? [2] => Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! [3] => Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! [4] => Despised substance of divinest show! [5] => Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, [6] => A damned saint, an honourable villain! [7] => O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell, [8] => When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend [9] => In moral paradise of such sweet flesh? [10] => Was ever book containing such vile matter [11] => So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell [12] => In such a gorgeous palace! ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There's no trust, [1] => No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, [2] => All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. [3] => Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitae: [4] => These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old. [5] => Shame come to Romeo! ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Blister'd be thy tongue [1] => For such a wish! he was not born to shame: [2] => Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit; [3] => For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd [4] => Sole monarch of the universal earth. [5] => O, what a beast was I to chide at him! ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin? ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? [1] => Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name, [2] => When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it? [3] => But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? [4] => That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband: [5] => Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; [6] => Your tributary drops belong to woe, [7] => Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy. [8] => My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; [9] => And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband: [10] => All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then? [11] => Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, [12] => That murder'd me: I would forget it fain; [13] => But, O, it presses to my memory, [14] => Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds: [15] => 'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo--banished;' [16] => That 'banished,' that one word 'banished,' [17] => Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death [18] => Was woe enough, if it had ended there: [19] => Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship [20] => And needly will be rank'd with other griefs, [21] => Why follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,' [22] => Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, [23] => Which modern lamentations might have moved? [24] => But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death, [25] => 'Romeo is banished,' to speak that word, [26] => Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, [27] => All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banished!' [28] => There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, [29] => In that word's death; no words can that woe sound. [30] => Where is my father, and my mother, nurse? ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: [1] => Will you go to them? I will bring you thither. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, [1] => When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. [2] => Take up those cords: poor ropes, you are beguiled, [3] => Both you and I; for Romeo is exiled: [4] => He made you for a highway to my bed; [5] => But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. [6] => Come, cords, come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed; [7] => And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead! ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo [1] => To comfort you: I wot well where he is. [2] => Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night: [3] => I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, find him! give this ring to my true knight, [1] => And bid him come to take his last farewell. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter FRIAR LAURENCE [1] => Enter ROMEO [2] => Knocking within [3] => Knocking [4] => Enter Nurse [5] => Drawing his sword [6] => Exit [7] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man: [1] => Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, [2] => And thou art wedded to calamity. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Father, what news? what is the prince's doom? [1] => What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, [2] => That I yet know not? ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Too familiar [1] => Is my dear son with such sour company: [2] => I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom? ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips, [1] => Not body's death, but body's banishment. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ha, banishment! be merciful, say 'death;' [1] => For exile hath more terror in his look, [2] => Much more than death: do not say 'banishment.' ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hence from Verona art thou banished: [1] => Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There is no world without Verona walls, [1] => But purgatory, torture, hell itself. [2] => Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, [3] => And world's exile is death: then banished, [4] => Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment, [5] => Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe, [6] => And smilest upon the stroke that murders me. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! [1] => Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince, [2] => Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law, [3] => And turn'd that black word death to banishment: [4] => This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, [1] => Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog [2] => And little mouse, every unworthy thing, [3] => Live here in heaven and may look on her; [4] => But Romeo may not: more validity, [5] => More honourable state, more courtship lives [6] => In carrion-flies than Romeo: they my seize [7] => On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand [8] => And steal immortal blessing from her lips, [9] => Who even in pure and vestal modesty, [10] => Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin; [11] => But Romeo may not; he is banished: [12] => Flies may do this, but I from this must fly: [13] => They are free men, but I am banished. [14] => And say'st thou yet that exile is not death? [15] => Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife, [16] => No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, [17] => But 'banished' to kill me?--'banished'? [18] => O friar, the damned use that word in hell; [19] => Howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart, [20] => Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, [21] => A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd, [22] => To mangle me with that word 'banished'? ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll give thee armour to keep off that word: [1] => Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, [2] => To comfort thee, though thou art banished. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy! [1] => Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, [2] => Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom, [3] => It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => O, then I see that madmen have no ears. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => How should they, when that wise men have no eyes? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel: [1] => Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, [2] => An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, [3] => Doting like me and like me banished, [4] => Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair, [5] => And fall upon the ground, as I do now, [6] => Taking the measure of an unmade grave. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans, [1] => Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, arise; [1] => Thou wilt be taken. Stay awhile! Stand up; [2] => Run to my study. By and by! God's will, [3] => What simpleness is this! I come, I come! [4] => Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will? ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Knocking [1] => Knocking ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) [1] => my errand; [2] => I come from Lady Juliet. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Welcome, then. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar, [1] => Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo? ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, he is even in my mistress' case, [1] => Just in her case! O woful sympathy! [2] => Piteous predicament! Even so lies she, [3] => Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering. [4] => Stand up, stand up; stand, and you be a man: [5] => For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand; [6] => Why should you fall into so deep an O? ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Nurse! ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death's the end of all. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her? [1] => Doth she not think me an old murderer, [2] => Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy [3] => With blood removed but little from her own? [4] => Where is she? and how doth she? and what says [5] => My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love? ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; [1] => And now falls on her bed; and then starts up, [2] => And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, [3] => And then down falls again. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As if that name, [1] => Shot from the deadly level of a gun, [2] => Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand [3] => Murder'd her kinsman. O, tell me, friar, tell me, [4] => In what vile part of this anatomy [5] => Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack [6] => The hateful mansion. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hold thy desperate hand: [1] => Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art: [2] => Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote [3] => The unreasonable fury of a beast: [4] => Unseemly woman in a seeming man! [5] => Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both! [6] => Thou hast amazed me: by my holy order, [7] => I thought thy disposition better temper'd. [8] => Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself? [9] => And stay thy lady too that lives in thee, [10] => By doing damned hate upon thyself? [11] => Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth? [12] => Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet [13] => In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose. [14] => Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit; [15] => Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all, [16] => And usest none in that true use indeed [17] => Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit: [18] => Thy noble shape is but a form of wax, [19] => Digressing from the valour of a man; [20] => Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury, [21] => Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish; [22] => Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love, [23] => Misshapen in the conduct of them both, [24] => Like powder in a skitless soldier's flask, [25] => Is set afire by thine own ignorance, [26] => And thou dismember'd with thine own defence. [27] => What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive, [28] => For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead; [29] => There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee, [30] => But thou slew'st Tybalt; there are thou happy too: [31] => The law that threaten'd death becomes thy friend [32] => And turns it to exile; there art thou happy: [33] => A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back; [34] => Happiness courts thee in her best array; [35] => But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench, [36] => Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love: [37] => Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. [38] => Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed, [39] => Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her: [40] => But look thou stay not till the watch be set, [41] => For then thou canst not pass to Mantua; [42] => Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time [43] => To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, [44] => Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back [45] => With twenty hundred thousand times more joy [46] => Than thou went'st forth in lamentation. [47] => Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady; [48] => And bid her hasten all the house to bed, [49] => Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto: [50] => Romeo is coming. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night [1] => To hear good counsel: O, what learning is! [2] => My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir: [1] => Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => How well my comfort is revived by this! ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state: [1] => Either be gone before the watch be set, [2] => Or by the break of day disguised from hence: [3] => Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man, [4] => And he shall signify from time to time [5] => Every good hap to you that chances here: [6] => Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But that a joy past joy calls out on me, [1] => It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell. ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. A room in Capulet's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily, [1] => That we have had no time to move our daughter: [2] => Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly, [3] => And so did I:--Well, we were born to die. [4] => 'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night: [5] => I promise you, but for your company, [6] => I would have been a-bed an hour ago. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PARIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => These times of woe afford no time to woo. [1] => Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will, and know her mind early to-morrow; [1] => To-night she is mew'd up to her heaviness. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender [1] => Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled [2] => In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not. [3] => Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; [4] => Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love; [5] => And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next-- [6] => But, soft! what day is this? ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PARIS [LINE] => Monday, my lord, ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon, [1] => O' Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her, [2] => She shall be married to this noble earl. [3] => Will you be ready? do you like this haste? [4] => We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two; [5] => For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, [6] => It may be thought we held him carelessly, [7] => Being our kinsman, if we revel much: [8] => Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, [9] => And there an end. But what say you to Thursday? ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PARIS [LINE] => My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well get you gone: o' Thursday be it, then. [1] => Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, [2] => Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day. [3] => Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho! [4] => Afore me! it is so very very late, [5] => That we may call it early by and by. [6] => Good night. ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. Capulet's orchard. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter ROMEO and JULIET above, at the window [1] => Enter Nurse, to the chamber [2] => Exit [3] => He goeth down [4] => Exit [5] => Enter LADY CAPULET [6] => Enter CAPULET and Nurse [7] => Exit [8] => Exit [9] => Exit [10] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: [1] => It was the nightingale, and not the lark, [2] => That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; [3] => Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree: [4] => Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It was the lark, the herald of the morn, [1] => No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks [2] => Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: [3] => Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day [4] => Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. [5] => I must be gone and live, or stay and die. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I: [1] => It is some meteor that the sun exhales, [2] => To be to thee this night a torch-bearer, [3] => And light thee on thy way to Mantua: [4] => Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death; [1] => I am content, so thou wilt have it so. [2] => I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye, [3] => 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow; [4] => Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat [5] => The vaulty heaven so high above our heads: [6] => I have more care to stay than will to go: [7] => Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so. [8] => How is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away! [1] => It is the lark that sings so out of tune, [2] => Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. [3] => Some say the lark makes sweet division; [4] => This doth not so, for she divideth us: [5] => Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes, [6] => O, now I would they had changed voices too! [7] => Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, [8] => Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day, [9] => O, now be gone; more light and light it grows. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => More light and light; more dark and dark our woes! ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Madam! ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Nurse? ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your lady mother is coming to your chamber: [1] => The day is broke; be wary, look about. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Then, window, let day in, and let life out. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend! [1] => I must hear from thee every day in the hour, [2] => For in a minute there are many days: [3] => O, by this count I shall be much in years [4] => Ere I again behold my Romeo! ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Farewell! [1] => I will omit no opportunity [2] => That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => O think'st thou we shall ever meet again? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve [1] => For sweet discourses in our time to come. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O God, I have an ill-divining soul! [1] => Methinks I see thee, now thou art below, [2] => As one dead in the bottom of a tomb: [3] => Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: [1] => Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu! ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle: [1] => If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him. [2] => That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune; [3] => For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, [4] => But send him back. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother? [1] => Is she not down so late, or up so early? [2] => What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither? ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Why, how now, Juliet! ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Madam, I am not well. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? [1] => What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? [2] => An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live; [3] => Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of love; [4] => But much of grief shows still some want of wit. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend [1] => Which you weep for. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Feeling so the loss, [1] => Cannot choose but ever weep the friend. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death, [1] => As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => What villain madam? ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => That same villain, Romeo. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => God Pardon him! I do, with all my heart; [2] => And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => That is, because the traitor murderer lives. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands: [1] => Would none but I might venge my cousin's death! ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not: [1] => Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua, [2] => Where that same banish'd runagate doth live, [3] => Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram, [4] => That he shall soon keep Tybalt company: [5] => And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Indeed, I never shall be satisfied [1] => With Romeo, till I behold him--dead-- [2] => Is my poor heart for a kinsman vex'd. [3] => Madam, if you could find out but a man [4] => To bear a poison, I would temper it; [5] => That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof, [6] => Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors [7] => To hear him named, and cannot come to him. [8] => To wreak the love I bore my cousin [9] => Upon his body that slaughter'd him! ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. [1] => But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And joy comes well in such a needy time: [1] => What are they, I beseech your ladyship? ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child; [1] => One who, to put thee from thy heaviness, [2] => Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy, [3] => That thou expect'st not nor I look'd not for. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Madam, in happy time, what day is that? ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn, [1] => The gallant, young and noble gentleman, [2] => The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church, [3] => Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too, [1] => He shall not make me there a joyful bride. [2] => I wonder at this haste; that I must wed [3] => Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. [4] => I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, [5] => I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear, [6] => It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, [7] => Rather than Paris. These are news indeed! ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here comes your father; tell him so yourself, [1] => And see how he will take it at your hands. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew; [1] => But for the sunset of my brother's son [2] => It rains downright. [3] => How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? [4] => Evermore showering? In one little body [5] => Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind; [6] => For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, [7] => Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, [8] => Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs; [9] => Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them, [10] => Without a sudden calm, will overset [11] => Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife! [12] => Have you deliver'd to her our decree? ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. [1] => I would the fool were married to her grave! ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife. [1] => How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks? [2] => Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest, [3] => Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought [4] => So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you have: [1] => Proud can I never be of what I hate; [2] => But thankful even for hate, that is meant love. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How now, how now, chop-logic! What is this? [1] => 'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not;' [2] => And yet 'not proud,' mistress minion, you, [3] => Thank me no thankings, nor, proud me no prouds, [4] => But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next, [5] => To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church, [6] => Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. [7] => Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage! [8] => You tallow-face! ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Fie, fie! what, are you mad? ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good father, I beseech you on my knees, [1] => Hear me with patience but to speak a word. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch! [1] => I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday, [2] => Or never after look me in the face: [3] => Speak not, reply not, do not answer me; [4] => My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest [5] => That God had lent us but this only child; [6] => But now I see this one is one too much, [7] => And that we have a curse in having her: [8] => Out on her, hilding! ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God in heaven bless her! [1] => You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue, [1] => Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => I speak no treason. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => O, God ye god-den. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => May not one speak? ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peace, you mumbling fool! [1] => Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl; [2] => For here we need it not. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => You are too hot. ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God's bread! it makes me mad: [1] => Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play, [2] => Alone, in company, still my care hath been [3] => To have her match'd: and having now provided [4] => A gentleman of noble parentage, [5] => Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, [6] => Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts, [7] => Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man; [8] => And then to have a wretched puling fool, [9] => A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, [10] => To answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love, [11] => I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.' [12] => But, as you will not wed, I'll pardon you: [13] => Graze where you will you shall not house with me: [14] => Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest. [15] => Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise: [16] => An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend; [17] => And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in [18] => the streets, [19] => For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, [20] => Nor what is mine shall never do thee good: [21] => Trust to't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, [1] => That sees into the bottom of my grief? [2] => O, sweet my mother, cast me not away! [3] => Delay this marriage for a month, a week; [4] => Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed [5] => In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word: [1] => Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O God!--O nurse, how shall this be prevented? [1] => My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven; [2] => How shall that faith return again to earth, [3] => Unless that husband send it me from heaven [4] => By leaving earth? comfort me, counsel me. [5] => Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems [6] => Upon so soft a subject as myself! [7] => What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy? [8] => Some comfort, nurse. ) ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Faith, here it is. [1] => Romeo is banish'd; and all the world to nothing, [2] => That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you; [3] => Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth. [4] => Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, [5] => I think it best you married with the county. [6] => O, he's a lovely gentleman! [7] => Romeo's a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam, [8] => Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye [9] => As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart, [10] => I think you are happy in this second match, [11] => For it excels your first: or if it did not, [12] => Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were, [13] => As living here and you no use of him. ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Speakest thou from thy heart? ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And from my soul too; [1] => Or else beshrew them both. ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Amen! ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => What? ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. [1] => Go in: and tell my lady I am gone, [2] => Having displeased my father, to Laurence' cell, [3] => To make confession and to be absolved. ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend! [1] => Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn, [2] => Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue [3] => Which she hath praised him with above compare [4] => So many thousand times? Go, counsellor; [5] => Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain. [6] => I'll to the friar, to know his remedy: [7] => If all else fail, myself have power to die. ) ) ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT IV [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Friar Laurence's cell. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS [1] => Enter JULIET [2] => Exit [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => On Thursday, sir? the time is very short. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PARIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My father Capulet will have it so; [1] => And I am nothing slow to slack his haste. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You say you do not know the lady's mind: [1] => Uneven is the course, I like it not. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PARIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, [1] => And therefore have I little talk'd of love; [2] => For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. [3] => Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous [4] => That she doth give her sorrow so much sway, [5] => And in his wisdom hastes our marriage, [6] => To stop the inundation of her tears; [7] => Which, too much minded by herself alone, [8] => May be put from her by society: [9] => Now do you know the reason of this haste. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PARIS [LINE] => Happily met, my lady and my wife! ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PARIS [LINE] => That may be must be, love, on Thursday next. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => What must be shall be. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => That's a certain text. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PARIS [LINE] => Come you to make confession to this father? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => To answer that, I should confess to you. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PARIS [LINE] => Do not deny to him that you love me. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => I will confess to you that I love him. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PARIS [LINE] => So will ye, I am sure, that you love me. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If I do so, it will be of more price, [1] => Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PARIS [LINE] => Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The tears have got small victory by that; [1] => For it was bad enough before their spite. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PARIS [LINE] => Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That is no slander, sir, which is a truth; [1] => And what I spake, I spake it to my face. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PARIS [LINE] => Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It may be so, for it is not mine own. [1] => Are you at leisure, holy father, now; [2] => Or shall I come to you at evening mass? ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now. [1] => My lord, we must entreat the time alone. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PARIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God shield I should disturb devotion! [1] => Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye: [2] => Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O shut the door! and when thou hast done so, [1] => Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help! ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; [1] => It strains me past the compass of my wits: [2] => I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, [3] => On Thursday next be married to this county. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this, [1] => Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it: [2] => If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help, [3] => Do thou but call my resolution wise, [4] => And with this knife I'll help it presently. [5] => God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; [6] => And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd, [7] => Shall be the label to another deed, [8] => Or my true heart with treacherous revolt [9] => Turn to another, this shall slay them both: [10] => Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time, [11] => Give me some present counsel, or, behold, [12] => 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife [13] => Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that [14] => Which the commission of thy years and art [15] => Could to no issue of true honour bring. [16] => Be not so long to speak; I long to die, [17] => If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope, [1] => Which craves as desperate an execution. [2] => As that is desperate which we would prevent. [3] => If, rather than to marry County Paris, [4] => Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself, [5] => Then is it likely thou wilt undertake [6] => A thing like death to chide away this shame, [7] => That copest with death himself to scape from it: [8] => And, if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, [1] => From off the battlements of yonder tower; [2] => Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk [3] => Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears; [4] => Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house, [5] => O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, [6] => With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls; [7] => Or bid me go into a new-made grave [8] => And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; [9] => Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble; [10] => And I will do it without fear or doubt, [11] => To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent [1] => To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow: [2] => To-morrow night look that thou lie alone; [3] => Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber: [4] => Take thou this vial, being then in bed, [5] => And this distilled liquor drink thou off; [6] => When presently through all thy veins shall run [7] => A cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse [8] => Shall keep his native progress, but surcease: [9] => No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest; [10] => The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade [11] => To paly ashes, thy eyes' windows fall, [12] => Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; [13] => Each part, deprived of supple government, [14] => Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death: [15] => And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death [16] => Thou shalt continue two and forty hours, [17] => And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. [18] => Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes [19] => To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead: [20] => Then, as the manner of our country is, [21] => In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier [22] => Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault [23] => Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie. [24] => In the mean time, against thou shalt awake, [25] => Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift, [26] => And hither shall he come: and he and I [27] => Will watch thy waking, and that very night [28] => Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. [29] => And this shall free thee from this present shame; [30] => If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear, [31] => Abate thy valour in the acting it. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear! ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous [1] => In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed [2] => To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford. [1] => Farewell, dear father! ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Hall in Capulet's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and two Servingmen [1] => Enter JULIET [2] => Exeunt JULIET and Nurse [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So many guests invite as here are writ. [1] => Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit First Servant ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they [1] => can lick their fingers. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => How canst thou try them so? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his [1] => own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his [2] => fingers goes not with me. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, be gone. [1] => We shall be much unfurnished for this time. [2] => What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence? ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit Second Servant ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Ay, forsooth. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, he may chance to do some good on her: [1] => A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => See where she comes from shrift with merry look. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding? ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin [1] => Of disobedient opposition [2] => To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd [3] => By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here, [4] => And beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you! [5] => Henceforward I am ever ruled by you. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Send for the county; go tell him of this: [1] => I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell; [1] => And gave him what becomed love I might, [2] => Not step o'er the bounds of modesty. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up: [1] => This is as't should be. Let me see the county; [2] => Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither. [3] => Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar, [4] => Our whole city is much bound to him. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, [1] => To help me sort such needful ornaments [2] => As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow? ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => No, not till Thursday; there is time enough. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We shall be short in our provision: [1] => 'Tis now near night. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tush, I will stir about, [1] => And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife: [2] => Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her; [3] => I'll not to bed to-night; let me alone; [4] => I'll play the housewife for this once. What, ho! [5] => They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself [6] => To County Paris, to prepare him up [7] => Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light, [8] => Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. Juliet's chamber. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter JULIET and Nurse [1] => Enter LADY CAPULET [2] => Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse [3] => She falls upon her bed, within the curtains ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse, [1] => I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night, [2] => For I have need of many orisons [3] => To move the heavens to smile upon my state, [4] => Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => What, are you busy, ho? need you my help? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries [1] => As are behoveful for our state to-morrow: [2] => So please you, let me now be left alone, [3] => And let the nurse this night sit up with you; [4] => For, I am sure, you have your hands full all, [5] => In this so sudden business. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good night: [1] => Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again. [1] => I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, [2] => That almost freezes up the heat of life: [3] => I'll call them back again to comfort me: [4] => Nurse! What should she do here? [5] => My dismal scene I needs must act alone. [6] => Come, vial. [7] => What if this mixture do not work at all? [8] => Shall I be married then to-morrow morning? [9] => No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there. [10] => What if it be a poison, which the friar [11] => Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead, [12] => Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd, [13] => Because he married me before to Romeo? [14] => I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not, [15] => For he hath still been tried a holy man. [16] => How if, when I am laid into the tomb, [17] => I wake before the time that Romeo [18] => Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point! [19] => Shall I not, then, be stifled in the vault, [20] => To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, [21] => And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? [22] => Or, if I live, is it not very like, [23] => The horrible conceit of death and night, [24] => Together with the terror of the place,-- [25] => As in a vault, an ancient receptacle, [26] => Where, for these many hundred years, the bones [27] => Of all my buried ancestors are packed: [28] => Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, [29] => Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say, [30] => At some hours in the night spirits resort;-- [31] => Alack, alack, is it not like that I, [32] => So early waking, what with loathsome smells, [33] => And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth, [34] => That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:-- [35] => O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught, [36] => Environed with all these hideous fears? [37] => And madly play with my forefather's joints? [38] => And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud? [39] => And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone, [40] => As with a club, dash out my desperate brains? [41] => O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost [42] => Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body [43] => Upon a rapier's point: stay, Tybalt, stay! [44] => Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee. ) [STAGEDIR] => Laying down her dagger ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse [1] => Enter CAPULET [2] => Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse [3] => Exit [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => They call for dates and quinces in the pastry. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd, [1] => The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock: [2] => Look to the baked meats, good Angelica: [3] => Spare not for the cost. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, you cot-quean, go, [1] => Get you to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrow [2] => For this night's watching. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now [1] => All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time; [1] => But I will watch you from such watching now. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A jealous hood, a jealous hood! [1] => Now, fellow, [2] => What's there? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Servant [LINE] => Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Make haste, make haste. [1] => Sirrah, fetch drier logs: [2] => Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit First Servant ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Servant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, [1] => And never trouble Peter for the matter. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha! [1] => Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day: [2] => The county will be here with music straight, [3] => For so he said he would: I hear him near. [4] => Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say! [5] => Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up; [6] => I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste, [7] => Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already: [8] => Make haste, I say. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Music within [1] => Re-enter Nurse ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. Juliet's chamber. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter Nurse [1] => Enter LADY CAPULET [2] => Enter CAPULET [3] => Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians [4] => Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, PARIS, and FRIAR LAURENCE [5] => Exit [6] => Enter PETER [7] => Exit [8] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she: [1] => Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed! [2] => Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride! [3] => What, not a word? you take your pennyworths now; [4] => Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, [5] => The County Paris hath set up his rest, [6] => That you shall rest but little. God forgive me, [7] => Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep! [8] => I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam! [9] => Ay, let the county take you in your bed; [10] => He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be? [11] => What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again! [12] => I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady! [13] => Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead! [14] => O, well-a-day, that ever I was born! [15] => Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! my lady! ) [STAGEDIR] => Undraws the curtains ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => What noise is here? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => O lamentable day! ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => What is the matter? ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Look, look! O heavy day! ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O me, O me! My child, my only life, [1] => Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! [2] => Help, help! Call help. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day! ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead! ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's cold: [1] => Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; [2] => Life and these lips have long been separated: [3] => Death lies on her like an untimely frost [4] => Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => O lamentable day! ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => O woful time! ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, [1] => Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Come, is the bride ready to go to church? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ready to go, but never to return. [1] => O son! the night before thy wedding-day [2] => Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies, [3] => Flower as she was, deflowered by him. [4] => Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir; [5] => My daughter he hath wedded: I will die, [6] => And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PARIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Have I thought long to see this morning's face, [1] => And doth it give me such a sight as this? ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! [1] => Most miserable hour that e'er time saw [2] => In lasting labour of his pilgrimage! [3] => But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, [4] => But one thing to rejoice and solace in, [5] => And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight! ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O woe! O woful, woful, woful day! [1] => Most lamentable day, most woful day, [2] => That ever, ever, I did yet behold! [3] => O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! [4] => Never was seen so black a day as this: [5] => O woful day, O woful day! ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PARIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! [1] => Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd, [2] => By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown! [3] => O love! O life! not life, but love in death! ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd! [1] => Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now [2] => To murder, murder our solemnity? [3] => O child! O child! my soul, and not my child! [4] => Dead art thou! Alack! my child is dead; [5] => And with my child my joys are buried. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not [1] => In these confusions. Heaven and yourself [2] => Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all, [3] => And all the better is it for the maid: [4] => Your part in her you could not keep from death, [5] => But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. [6] => The most you sought was her promotion; [7] => For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced: [8] => And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced [9] => Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? [10] => O, in this love, you love your child so ill, [11] => That you run mad, seeing that she is well: [12] => She's not well married that lives married long; [13] => But she's best married that dies married young. [14] => Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary [15] => On this fair corse; and, as the custom is, [16] => In all her best array bear her to church: [17] => For though fond nature bids us an lament, [18] => Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All things that we ordained festival, [1] => Turn from their office to black funeral; [2] => Our instruments to melancholy bells, [3] => Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast, [4] => Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change, [5] => Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, [6] => And all things change them to the contrary. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him; [1] => And go, Sir Paris; every one prepare [2] => To follow this fair corse unto her grave: [3] => The heavens do lour upon you for some ill; [4] => Move them no more by crossing their high will. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Musician [LINE] => Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Nurse [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up; [1] => For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Musician [LINE] => Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's [1] => ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.' ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Musician [LINE] => Why 'Heart's ease?' ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My [1] => heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump, [2] => to comfort me. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Musician [LINE] => Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PETER [LINE] => You will not, then? ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Musician [LINE] => No. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PETER [LINE] => I will then give it you soundly. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Musician [LINE] => What will you give us? ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No money, on my faith, but the gleek; [1] => I will give you the minstrel. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Musician [LINE] => Then I will give you the serving-creature. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on [1] => your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you, [2] => I'll fa you; do you note me? ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Musician [LINE] => An you re us and fa us, you note us. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Musician [LINE] => Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you [1] => with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer [2] => me like men: [3] => 'When griping grief the heart doth wound, [4] => And doleful dumps the mind oppress, [5] => Then music with her silver sound'-- [6] => why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver [7] => sound'? What say you, Simon Catling? ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Musician [LINE] => Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PETER [LINE] => Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck? ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Musician [LINE] => I say 'silver sound,' because musicians sound for silver. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PETER [LINE] => Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost? ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Musician [LINE] => Faith, I know not what to say. ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say [1] => for you. It is 'music with her silver sound,' [2] => because musicians have no gold for sounding: [3] => 'Then music with her silver sound [4] => With speedy help doth lend redress.' ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Musician [LINE] => What a pestilent knave is this same! ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Musician [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the [1] => mourners, and stay dinner. ) ) ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT V [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Mantua. A street. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter ROMEO [1] => Enter Apothecary [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, [1] => My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: [2] => My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne; [3] => And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit [4] => Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. [5] => I dreamt my lady came and found me dead-- [6] => Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave [7] => to think!-- [8] => And breathed such life with kisses in my lips, [9] => That I revived, and was an emperor. [10] => Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, [11] => When but love's shadows are so rich in joy! [12] => News from Verona!--How now, Balthasar! [13] => Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar? [14] => How doth my lady? Is my father well? [15] => How fares my Juliet? that I ask again; [16] => For nothing can be ill, if she be well. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter BALTHASAR, booted ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BALTHASAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then she is well, and nothing can be ill: [1] => Her body sleeps in Capel's monument, [2] => And her immortal part with angels lives. [3] => I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault, [4] => And presently took post to tell it you: [5] => O, pardon me for bringing these ill news, [6] => Since you did leave it for my office, sir. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is it even so? then I defy you, stars! [1] => Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper, [2] => And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BALTHASAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do beseech you, sir, have patience: [1] => Your looks are pale and wild, and do import [2] => Some misadventure. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tush, thou art deceived: [1] => Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do. [2] => Hast thou no letters to me from the friar? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BALTHASAR [LINE] => No, my good lord. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No matter: get thee gone, [1] => And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight. [2] => Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. [3] => Let's see for means: O mischief, thou art swift [4] => To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! [5] => I do remember an apothecary,-- [6] => And hereabouts he dwells,--which late I noted [7] => In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, [8] => Culling of simples; meagre were his looks, [9] => Sharp misery had worn him to the bones: [10] => And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, [11] => An alligator stuff'd, and other skins [12] => Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves [13] => A beggarly account of empty boxes, [14] => Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds, [15] => Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses, [16] => Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show. [17] => Noting this penury, to myself I said [18] => 'An if a man did need a poison now, [19] => Whose sale is present death in Mantua, [20] => Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.' [21] => O, this same thought did but forerun my need; [22] => And this same needy man must sell it me. [23] => As I remember, this should be the house. [24] => Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut. [25] => What, ho! apothecary! ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit BALTHASAR ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Apothecary [LINE] => Who calls so loud? ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor: [1] => Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have [2] => A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear [3] => As will disperse itself through all the veins [4] => That the life-weary taker may fall dead [5] => And that the trunk may be discharged of breath [6] => As violently as hasty powder fired [7] => Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Apothecary [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law [1] => Is death to any he that utters them. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness, [1] => And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, [2] => Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes, [3] => Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back; [4] => The world is not thy friend nor the world's law; [5] => The world affords no law to make thee rich; [6] => Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Apothecary [LINE] => My poverty, but not my will, consents. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Apothecary [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Put this in any liquid thing you will, [1] => And drink it off; and, if you had the strength [2] => Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, [1] => Doing more murders in this loathsome world, [2] => Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. [3] => I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. [4] => Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh. [5] => Come, cordial and not poison, go with me [6] => To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Friar Laurence's cell. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter FRIAR JOHN [1] => Enter FRIAR LAURENCE [2] => Exit [3] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR JOHN [LINE] => Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This same should be the voice of Friar John. [1] => Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo? [2] => Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Going to find a bare-foot brother out [1] => One of our order, to associate me, [2] => Here in this city visiting the sick, [3] => And finding him, the searchers of the town, [4] => Suspecting that we both were in a house [5] => Where the infectious pestilence did reign, [6] => Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth; [7] => So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo? ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR JOHN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I could not send it,--here it is again,-- [1] => Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, [2] => So fearful were they of infection. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, [1] => The letter was not nice but full of charge [2] => Of dear import, and the neglecting it [3] => May do much danger. Friar John, go hence; [4] => Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight [5] => Unto my cell. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR JOHN [LINE] => Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now must I to the monument alone; [1] => Within three hours will fair Juliet wake: [2] => She will beshrew me much that Romeo [3] => Hath had no notice of these accidents; [4] => But I will write again to Mantua, [5] => And keep her at my cell till Romeo come; [6] => Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb! ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter PARIS, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch [1] => Retires [2] => Retires [3] => Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, &c [4] => Retires [5] => Opens the tomb [6] => They fight [7] => Exit [8] => Dies [9] => Dies [10] => Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, FRIAR LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade [11] => JULIET wakes [12] => Noise within [13] => Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies [14] => Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS [15] => Re-enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR [16] => Re-enter others of the Watch, with FRIAR LAURENCE [17] => Enter the PRINCE and Attendants [18] => Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and others [19] => Enter MONTAGUE and others [20] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PARIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof: [1] => Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. [2] => Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along, [3] => Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; [4] => So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread, [5] => Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves, [6] => But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, [7] => As signal that thou hear'st something approach. [8] => Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PAGE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PARIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,-- [1] => O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;-- [2] => Which with sweet water nightly I will dew, [3] => Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: [4] => The obsequies that I for thee will keep [5] => Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. [6] => The boy gives warning something doth approach. [7] => What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, [8] => To cross my obsequies and true love's rite? [9] => What with a torch! muffle me, night, awhile. ) [STAGEDIR] => The Page whistles ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron. [1] => Hold, take this letter; early in the morning [2] => See thou deliver it to my lord and father. [3] => Give me the light: upon thy life, I charge thee, [4] => Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, [5] => And do not interrupt me in my course. [6] => Why I descend into this bed of death, [7] => Is partly to behold my lady's face; [8] => But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger [9] => A precious ring, a ring that I must use [10] => In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone: [11] => But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry [12] => In what I further shall intend to do, [13] => By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint [14] => And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: [15] => The time and my intents are savage-wild, [16] => More fierce and more inexorable far [17] => Than empty tigers or the roaring sea. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BALTHASAR [LINE] => I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that: [1] => Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BALTHASAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, [1] => Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth, [2] => Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, [3] => And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PARIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is that banish'd haughty Montague, [1] => That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief, [2] => It is supposed, the fair creature died; [3] => And here is come to do some villanous shame [4] => To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him. [5] => Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague! [6] => Can vengeance be pursued further than death? [7] => Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee: [8] => Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. ) [STAGEDIR] => Comes forward ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I must indeed; and therefore came I hither. [1] => Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; [2] => Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone; [3] => Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth, [4] => Put not another sin upon my head, [5] => By urging me to fury: O, be gone! [6] => By heaven, I love thee better than myself; [7] => For I come hither arm'd against myself: [8] => Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say, [9] => A madman's mercy bade thee run away. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PARIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do defy thy conjurations, [1] => And apprehend thee for a felon here. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy! ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PAGE [LINE] => O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PARIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, I am slain! [1] => If thou be merciful, [2] => Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. ) [STAGEDIR] => Falls ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROMEO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face. [1] => Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris! [2] => What said my man, when my betossed soul [3] => Did not attend him as we rode? I think [4] => He told me Paris should have married Juliet: [5] => Said he not so? or did I dream it so? [6] => Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, [7] => To think it was so? O, give me thy hand, [8] => One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! [9] => I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave; [10] => A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth, [11] => For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes [12] => This vault a feasting presence full of light. [13] => Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. [14] => How oft when men are at the point of death [15] => Have they been merry! which their keepers call [16] => A lightning before death: O, how may I [17] => Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife! [18] => Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, [19] => Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: [20] => Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet [21] => Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, [22] => And death's pale flag is not advanced there. [23] => Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? [24] => O, what more favour can I do to thee, [25] => Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain [26] => To sunder his that was thine enemy? [27] => Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet, [28] => Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe [29] => That unsubstantial death is amorous, [30] => And that the lean abhorred monster keeps [31] => Thee here in dark to be his paramour? [32] => For fear of that, I still will stay with thee; [33] => And never from this palace of dim night [34] => Depart again: here, here will I remain [35] => With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here [36] => Will I set up my everlasting rest, [37] => And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars [38] => From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! [39] => Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you [40] => The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss [41] => A dateless bargain to engrossing death! [42] => Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! [43] => Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on [44] => The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! [45] => Here's to my love! [46] => O true apothecary! [47] => Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Laying PARIS in the tomb [1] => Drinks ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night [1] => Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's there? ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BALTHASAR [LINE] => Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, [1] => What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light [2] => To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern, [3] => It burneth in the Capel's monument. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BALTHASAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, [1] => One that you love. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Who is it? ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BALTHASAR [LINE] => Romeo. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => How long hath he been there? ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BALTHASAR [LINE] => Full half an hour. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Go with me to the vault. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BALTHASAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I dare not, sir [1] => My master knows not but I am gone hence; [2] => And fearfully did menace me with death, [3] => If I did stay to look on his intents. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stay, then; I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me: [1] => O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BALTHASAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, [1] => I dreamt my master and another fought, [2] => And that my master slew him. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Romeo! [1] => Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains [2] => The stony entrance of this sepulchre? [3] => What mean these masterless and gory swords [4] => To lie discolour'd by this place of peace? [5] => Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too? [6] => And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour [7] => Is guilty of this lamentable chance! [8] => The lady stirs. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Advances [1] => Enters the tomb ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O comfortable friar! where is my lord? [1] => I do remember well where I should be, [2] => And there I am. Where is my Romeo? ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest [1] => Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep: [2] => A greater power than we can contradict [3] => Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away. [4] => Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; [5] => And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee [6] => Among a sisterhood of holy nuns: [7] => Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; [8] => Come, go, good Juliet, [9] => I dare no longer stay. ) [STAGEDIR] => Noise again ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. [1] => What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand? [2] => Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: [3] => O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop [4] => To help me after? I will kiss thy lips; [5] => Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, [6] => To make die with a restorative. [7] => Thy lips are warm. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Exit FRIAR LAURENCE [1] => Kisses him ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Watchman [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JULIET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! [1] => This is thy sheath; [2] => there rust, and let me die. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Snatching ROMEO's dagger [1] => Stabs herself ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PAGE [LINE] => This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Watchman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard: [1] => Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach. [2] => Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain, [3] => And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead, [4] => Who here hath lain these two days buried. [5] => Go, tell the prince: run to the Capulets: [6] => Raise up the Montagues: some others search: [7] => We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; [8] => But the true ground of all these piteous woes [9] => We cannot without circumstance descry. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Watchman [LINE] => Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Watchman [LINE] => Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Watchman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps: [1] => We took this mattock and this spade from him, [2] => As he was coming from this churchyard side. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Watchman [LINE] => A great suspicion: stay the friar too. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What misadventure is so early up, [1] => That calls our person from our morning's rest? ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => What should it be, that they so shriek abroad? ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The people in the street cry Romeo, [1] => Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run, [2] => With open outcry toward our monument. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE [LINE] => What fear is this which startles in our ears? ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Watchman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain; [1] => And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, [2] => Warm and new kill'd. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE [LINE] => Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Watchman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man; [1] => With instruments upon them, fit to open [2] => These dead men's tombs. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! [1] => This dagger hath mista'en--for, lo, his house [2] => Is empty on the back of Montague,-- [3] => And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom! ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LADY CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O me! this sight of death is as a bell, [1] => That warns my old age to a sepulchre. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, Montague; for thou art early up, [1] => To see thy son and heir more early down. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MONTAGUE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; [1] => Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: [2] => What further woe conspires against mine age? ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE [LINE] => Look, and thou shalt see. ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MONTAGUE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O thou untaught! what manners is in this? [1] => To press before thy father to a grave? ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, [1] => Till we can clear these ambiguities, [2] => And know their spring, their head, their [3] => true descent; [4] => And then will I be general of your woes, [5] => And lead you even to death: meantime forbear, [6] => And let mischance be slave to patience. [7] => Bring forth the parties of suspicion. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am the greatest, able to do least, [1] => Yet most suspected, as the time and place [2] => Doth make against me of this direful murder; [3] => And here I stand, both to impeach and purge [4] => Myself condemned and myself excused. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE [LINE] => Then say at once what thou dost know in this. ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FRIAR LAURENCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will be brief, for my short date of breath [1] => Is not so long as is a tedious tale. [2] => Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; [3] => And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: [4] => I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day [5] => Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death [6] => Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from the city, [7] => For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined. [8] => You, to remove that siege of grief from her, [9] => Betroth'd and would have married her perforce [10] => To County Paris: then comes she to me, [11] => And, with wild looks, bid me devise some mean [12] => To rid her from this second marriage, [13] => Or in my cell there would she kill herself. [14] => Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art, [15] => A sleeping potion; which so took effect [16] => As I intended, for it wrought on her [17] => The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo, [18] => That he should hither come as this dire night, [19] => To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, [20] => Being the time the potion's force should cease. [21] => But he which bore my letter, Friar John, [22] => Was stay'd by accident, and yesternight [23] => Return'd my letter back. Then all alone [24] => At the prefixed hour of her waking, [25] => Came I to take her from her kindred's vault; [26] => Meaning to keep her closely at my cell, [27] => Till I conveniently could send to Romeo: [28] => But when I came, some minute ere the time [29] => Of her awaking, here untimely lay [30] => The noble Paris and true Romeo dead. [31] => She wakes; and I entreated her come forth, [32] => And bear this work of heaven with patience: [33] => But then a noise did scare me from the tomb; [34] => And she, too desperate, would not go with me, [35] => But, as it seems, did violence on herself. [36] => All this I know; and to the marriage [37] => Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this [38] => Miscarried by my fault, let my old life [39] => Be sacrificed, some hour before his time, [40] => Unto the rigour of severest law. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We still have known thee for a holy man. [1] => Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this? ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BALTHASAR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I brought my master news of Juliet's death; [1] => And then in post he came from Mantua [2] => To this same place, to this same monument. [3] => This letter he early bid me give his father, [4] => And threatened me with death, going in the vault, [5] => I departed not and left him there. ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give me the letter; I will look on it. [1] => Where is the county's page, that raised the watch? [2] => Sirrah, what made your master in this place? ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PAGE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave; [1] => And bid me stand aloof, and so I did: [2] => Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb; [3] => And by and by my master drew on him; [4] => And then I ran away to call the watch. ) ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This letter doth make good the friar's words, [1] => Their course of love, the tidings of her death: [2] => And here he writes that he did buy a poison [3] => Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal [4] => Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet. [5] => Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague! [6] => See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, [7] => That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love. [8] => And I for winking at your discords too [9] => Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd. ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O brother Montague, give me thy hand: [1] => This is my daughter's jointure, for no more [2] => Can I demand. ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MONTAGUE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But I can give thee more: [1] => For I will raise her statue in pure gold; [2] => That while Verona by that name is known, [3] => There shall no figure at such rate be set [4] => As that of true and faithful Juliet. ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAPULET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie; [1] => Poor sacrifices of our enmity! ) ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PRINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A glooming peace this morning with it brings; [1] => The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: [2] => Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; [3] => Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: [4] => For never was a story of more woe [5] => Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. ) ) ) ) ) ) ) )