Romeo and Juliet
Act 1, Scene 5
Verona. A hall in Capulet’s house.
- Servingmen come forth with napkins.
First Servingman2 - 3
- Where’s Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He shift a
- trencher? He scrape a trencher?
Second Servingman4 - 5
- When good manners shall lie all in one or two men’s hands,
- and they unwash’d too, ’tis a foul thing.
First Servingman6 - 11
- Away with the join-stools, remove the court-cubbert, look to
- the plate. Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane, and, as
- thou loves me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and
- Exit Second Servant.
- Anthony and Potpan!
- Enter Anthony and Potpan.
- Ay, boy, ready.
First Servingman14 - 15
- You are look’d for and call’d for, ask’d for and sought for,
- in the great chamber.
Potpan16 - 17
- We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys, be brisk a
- while, and the longer liver take all.
- Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Old Capulet, Juliet, Tybalt,
- Nurse, Servingmen, and all the Guests and Gentlewomen to the
Capulet22 - 40
- Welcome, gentlemen! Ladies that have their toes
- Unplagu’d with corns will walk a bout with you.
- Ah, my mistresses, which of you all
- Will now deny to dance? She that makes dainty,
- She I’ll swear hath corns. Am I come near ye now?
- Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day
- That I have worn a visor and could tell
- A whispering tale in a fair lady’s ear,
- Such as would please; ’tis gone, ’tis gone, ’tis gone.
- You are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians, play.
- Music plays, and they dance.
- A hall, a hall! Give room! And foot it, girls.
- More light, you knaves, and turn the tables up;
- And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
- Ah, sirrah, this unlook’d-for sport comes well.
- Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet,
- For you and I are past our dancing days.
- How long is’t now since last yourself and I
- Were in a mask?
- By’r lady, thirty years.
Capulet42 - 45
- What, man? ’Tis not so much, ’tis not so much:
- ’Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio,
- Come Pentecost as quickly as it will,
- Some five and twenty years, and then we mask’d.
Old Capulet46 - 47
- ’Tis more, ’tis more. His son is elder, sir;
- His son is thirty.
Capulet48 - 49
- Will you tell me that?
- His son was but a ward two years ago.
Romeo50 - 52
- To Third Servingman.
- What lady’s that which doth enrich the hand
- Of yonder knight?
- I know not, sir.
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- O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
- It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
- As a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear—
- Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
- So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
- As yonder lady o’er her fellows shows.
- The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,
- And touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
- Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
- For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.
Tybalt64 - 69
- This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
- Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave
- Come hither, cover’d with an antic face,
- To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
- Now, by the stock and honor of my kin,
- To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.
- Why, how now, kinsman, wherefore storm you so?
Tybalt71 - 73
- Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;
- A villain that is hither come in spite
- To scorn at our solemnity this night.
- Young Romeo is it?
- ’Tis he, that villain Romeo.
Capulet76 - 85
- Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone,
- ’A bears him like a portly gentleman;
- And to say truth, Verona brags of him
- To be a virtuous and well-govern’d youth.
- I would not for the wealth of all this town
- Here in my house do him disparagement;
- Therefore be patient, take no note of him;
- It is my will, the which if thou respect,
- Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,
- An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
Tybalt86 - 87
- It fits when such a villain is a guest.
- I’ll not endure him.
Capulet88 - 93
- He shall be endured.
- What, goodman boy? I say he shall, go to!
- Am I the master here, or you? Go to!
- You’ll not endure him! God shall mend my soul,
- You’ll make a mutiny among my guests!
- You will set cock-a-hoop! You’ll be the man!
- Why, uncle, ’tis a shame.
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- Go to, go to,
- You are a saucy boy. Is’t so indeed?
- This trick may chance to scath you, I know what.
- You must contrary me! Marry, ’tis time.—
- Well said, my hearts!—You are a princox, go,
- Be quiet, or—More light, more light!—For shame,
- I’ll make you quiet, what!—Cheerly, my hearts!
Tybalt102 - 105
- Patience perforce with willful choler meeting
- Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
- I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall,
- Now seeming sweet, convert to bitt’rest gall.
Romeo107 - 111
- To Juliet.
- If I profane with my unworthiest hand
- This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this,
- My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
- To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Juliet112 - 115
- Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
- Which mannerly devotion shows in this:
- For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,
- And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.
- Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
- Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in pray’r.
Romeo118 - 119
- O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do,
- They pray—grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
- Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.
Romeo121 - 122
- Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take.
- Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purg’d.
- Kissing her.
- Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
Romeo125 - 126
- Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg’d!
- Give me my sin again.
- Kissing her again.
- You kiss by th’ book.
- Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
- What is her mother?
Nurse131 - 136
- Marry, bachelor,
- Her mother is the lady of the house,
- And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous.
- I nurs’d her daughter that you talk’d withal;
- I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
- Shall have the chinks.
Romeo137 - 138
- Is she a Capulet?
- O dear account! My life is my foe’s debt.
- Away, be gone, the sport is at the best.
- Ay, so I fear, the more is my unrest.
Capulet141 - 149
- Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone,
- We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
- They whisper in his ear.
- Is it e’en so? Why then I thank you all.
- I thank you, honest gentlemen, good night.
- More torches here! Come on, then let’s to bed.
- To Second Capulet.
- Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late,
- I’ll to my rest.
- Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse.
- Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?
- The son and heir of old Tiberio.
- What’s he that now is going out of door?
- Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio.
- What’s he that follows here, that would not dance?
- I know not.
Juliet157 - 158
- Go ask his name.—If he be married,
- My grave is like to be my wedding-bed.
Nurse159 - 160
- His name is Romeo, and a Montague,
- The only son of your great enemy.
Juliet161 - 164
- My only love sprung from my only hate!
- Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
- Prodigious birth of love it is to me
- That I must love a loathed enemy.
- What’s tis? What’s tis?
Juliet166 - 168
- A rhyme I learnt even now
- Of one I danc’d withal.
- One calls within, “Juliet!”
Nurse169 - 170
- Anon, anon!
- Come let’s away, the strangers all are gone.