Romeo and Juliet
Act 3, Scene 5
Capulet’s orchard and Juliet’s chamber.
- Enter Romeo and Juliet aloft at the window.
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- Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.
- It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
- That pierc’d the fearful hollow of thine ear;
- Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree.
- Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
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- It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
- No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks
- Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east.
- Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day
- Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
- I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
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- Yond light is not day-light, I know it, I;
- It is some meteor that the sun exhal’d
- To be to thee this night a torch-bearer
- And light thee on thy way to Mantua.
- Therefore stay yet, thou need’st not to be gone.
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- Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death,
- I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
- I’ll say yon grey is not the morning’s eye,
- ’Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia’s brow;
- Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat
- The vaulty heaven so high above our heads.
- I have more care to stay than will to go.
- Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
- How is’t, my soul? Let’s talk, it is not day.
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- It is, it is! Hie hence, be gone, away!
- It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
- Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
- Some say the lark makes sweet division;
- This doth not so, for she divideth us.
- Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes;
- O now I would they had chang’d voices too,
- Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
- Hunting thee hence with hunt’s-up to the day.
- O now be gone, more light and light it grows.
- More light and light, more dark and dark our woes!
- Enter Nurse hastily.
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- Your lady mother is coming to your chamber.
- The day is broke, be wary, look about.
- Then, window, let day in, and let life out.
- Farewell, farewell! One kiss, and I’ll descend.
- He goeth down.
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- Art thou gone so, love, lord, ay, husband, friend!
- I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
- For in a minute there are many days.
- O, by this count I shall be much in years
- Ere I again behold my Romeo!
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- From below.
- I will omit no opportunity
- That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
- O, think’st thou we shall ever meet again?
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- I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve
- For sweet discourses in our times to come.
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- O God, I have an ill-divining soul!
- Methinks I see thee now, thou art so low,
- As one dead in the bottom of a tomb.
- Either my eyesight fails, or thou lookest pale.
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- And trust me, love, in my eye so do you;
- Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!
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- O Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle;
- If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
- That is renowm’d for faith? Be fickle, Fortune:
- For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long,
- But send him back.
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- Ho, daughter, are you up?
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- Who is’t that calls? It is my lady mother.
- Is she not down so late, or up so early?
- What unaccustom’d cause procures her hither?
- She goeth down from the window.
- Enter Mother, Lady Capulet.
- Why, how now, Juliet?
- Madam, I am not well.
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- Evermore weeping for your cousin’s death?
- What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
- And if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;
- Therefore have done. Some grief shows much of love,
- But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
- Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
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- So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
- Which you weep for.
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- Feeling so the loss,
- I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.
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- Well, girl, thou weep’st not so much for his death,
- As that the villain lives which slaughter’d him.
- What villain, madam?
- That same villain Romeo.
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- Villain and he be many miles asunder.—
- God pardon him! I do with all my heart;
- And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.
- That is because the traitor murderer lives.
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- Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands.
- Would none but I might venge my cousin’s death!
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- We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not.
- Then weep no more. I’ll send to one in Mantua,
- Where that same banish’d runagate doth live,
- Shall give him such an unaccustom’d dram
- That he shall soon keep Tybalt company;
- And then I hope thou wilt be satisfied.
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- Indeed I never shall be satisfied
- With Romeo, till I behold him—dead—
- Is my poor heart, so for a kinsman vex’d.
- Madam, if you could find out but a man
- To bear a poison, I would temper it,
- That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,
- Soon sleep in quiet. O how my heart abhors
- To hear him nam’d, and cannot come to him
- To wreak the love I bore my cousin
- Upon his body that hath slaughter’d him!
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- Find thou the means, and I’ll find such a man.
- But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
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- And joy comes well in such a needy time.
- What are they, beseech your ladyship?
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- Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child,
- One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
- Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,
- That thou expects not, nor I look’d not for.
- Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
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- Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
- The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
- The County Paris, at Saint Peter’s Church,
- Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
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- Now, by Saint Peter’s Church and Peter too,
- He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
- I wonder at this haste, that I must wed
- Ere he that should be husband comes to woo.
- I pray you tell my lord and father, madam,
- I will not marry yet, and when I do, I swear
- It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
- Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!
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- Here comes your father, tell him so yourself;
- And see how he will take it at your hands.
- Enter Capulet and Nurse.
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- When the sun sets, the earth doth drizzle dew,
- But for the sunset of my brother’s son
- It rains downright.
- How now, a conduit, girl? What, still in tears?
- Evermore show’ring? In one little body
- Thou counterfeits a bark, a sea, a wind:
- For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
- Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,
- Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs,
- Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,
- Without a sudden calm, will overset
- Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife?
- Have you delivered to her our decree?
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- Ay, sir, but she will none, she gives you thanks.
- I would the fool were married to her grave!
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- Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife.
- How, will she none? Doth she not give us thanks?
- Is she not proud? Doth she not count her blest,
- Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
- So worthy a gentleman to be her bride?
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- Not proud you have, but thankful that you have.
- Proud can I never be of what I hate,
- But thankful even for hate that is meant love.
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- How how, how how, chopp’d logic! What is this?
- “Proud,” and “I thank you,” and “I thank you not,”
- And yet “not proud,” mistress minion you?
- Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,
- But fettle your fine joints ’gainst Thursday next,
- To go with Paris to Saint Peter’s Church,
- Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
- Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out, you baggage!
- You tallow-face!
- Fie, fie, what, are you mad?
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- Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
- Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
- She kneels down.
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- Hang thee, young baggage! Disobedient wretch!
- I tell thee what: get thee to church a’ Thursday,
- Or never after look me in the face.
- Speak not, reply not, do not answer me!
- My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest
- That God had lent us but this only child,
- But now I see this one is one too much,
- And that we have a curse in having her.
- Out on her, hilding!
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- God in heaven bless her!
- You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
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- And why, my Lady Wisdom? Hold your tongue,
- Good Prudence, smatter with your gossips, go.
- I speak no treason.
- O, God-i-goden!
- May not one speak?
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- Peace, you mumbling fool!
- Utter your gravity o’er a gossip’s bowl,
- For here we need it not.
- You are too hot.
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- God’s bread, it makes me mad! Day, night, work, play,
- Alone, in company, still my care hath been
- To have her match’d; and having now provided
- A gentleman of noble parentage,
- Of fair demesnes, youthful and nobly lien’d,
- Stuff’d, as they say, with honorable parts,
- Proportion’d as one’s thought would wish a man,
- And then to have a wretched puling fool,
- A whining mammet, in her fortune’s tender,
- To answer, “I’ll not wed, I cannot love;
- I am too young, I pray you pardon me.”
- But and you will not wed, I’ll pardon you.
- Graze where you will, you shall not house with me.
- Look to’t, think on’t, I do not use to jest.
- Thursday is near, lay hand on heart, advise.
- And you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend;
- And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,
- For, by my soul, I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee,
- Nor what is mine shall never do thee good.
- Trust to’t, bethink you, I’ll not be forsworn.
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- Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
- That sees into the bottom of my grief?
- O sweet my mother, cast me not away!
- Delay this marriage for a month, a week,
- Or if you do not, make the bridal bed
- In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
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- Talk not to me, for I’ll not speak a word.
- Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
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- O God!—O nurse, how shall this be prevented?
- My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
- How shall that faith return again to earth,
- Unless that husband send it me from heaven
- By leaving earth? Comfort me, counsel me!
- Alack, alack, that heaven should practice stratagems
- Upon so soft a subject as myself!
- What say’st thou? Hast thou not a word of joy?
- Some comfort, nurse.
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- Faith, here it is.
- Romeo is banished, and all the world to nothing
- That he dares ne’er come back to challenge you;
- Or if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
- Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
- I think it best you married with the County.
- O he’s a lovely gentleman!
- Romeo’s a dishclout to him. An eagle, madam,
- Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye
- As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
- I think you are happy in this second match,
- For it excels your first; or if it did not,
- Your first is dead, or ’twere as good he were
- As living here and you no use of him.
- Speak’st thou from thy heart?
- And from my soul too, else beshrew them both.
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- Well, thou hast comforted me marvelous much.
- Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,
- Having displeas’d my father, to Lawrence’ cell,
- To make confession and to be absolv’d.
- Marry, I will, and this is wisely done.
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- She looks after Nurse.
- Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
- Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
- Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
- Which she hath prais’d him with above compare
- So many thousand times? Go, counsellor,
- Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
- I’ll to the friar to know his remedy;
- If all else fail, myself have power to die.