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It appears your browser does not have it turned on. Please see your browser settings for this feature. EMBED for wordpress. Want more? Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget. But now, my lord, what say you to my suit? To Servant, giving a paper Go, sirrah, trudge about Through fair Verona; find those persons out Whose names are written there, and to them say, My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
It is written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned. I pray, sir, can you read? Servant Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I pray, can you read any thing you see?
Servant Ye say honestly: rest you merry! Reads Signior Martino and his wife and daughters; County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.
Servant Up. Servant To supper; to our house. Rest you merry! One fairer than my love! Nurse Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old, I bade her come. What, lamb! God forbid! What, Juliet! Nurse Your mother. What is your will? Nurse Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour. How long is it now To Lammas-tide?
Nurse Even or odd, of all days in the year, Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen. Susan and she—God rest all Christian souls! Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit; Wilt thou not, Jule? Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age; Wilt thou not, Jule? Nurse Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace! Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your disposition to be married? Nurse An honour! Thus then in brief: The valiant Paris seeks you for his love. Nurse A man, young lady!
Nurse No less! Enter a Servant Servant Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in the pantry, and every thing in extremity.
I must hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight. Exit Servant Juliet, the county stays. Nurse Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days. Or shall we on without a apology? Give me a case to put my visage in: A visor for a visor! Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me. Come, we burn daylight, ho!
Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits Five times in that ere once in our five wits. This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night, And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs, Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes: This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That presses them and learns them first to bear, Making them women of good carriage: This is she— ROMEO Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! But He, that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail!
On, lusty gentlemen. Musicians waiting. He shift a trencher? First Servant Away with the joint-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. Antony, and Potpan! Second Servant Ay, boy, ready. First Servant You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the great chamber.
Second Servant We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all. Ah ha, my mistresses!
Welcome, gentlemen! A hall, a hall! Music plays, and they dance More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up, And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot. His son was but a ward two years ago.
Servant I know not, sir. Did my heart love till now? Fetch me my rapier, boy. Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.
I say, he shall: go to; Am I the master here, or you? God shall mend my soul! You will set cock-a-hoop! This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what: You must contrary me!
Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go: Be quiet, or—More light, more light! For shame! What, cheerly, my hearts! I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again. Nurse Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
O dear account! More torches here! What is yond gentleman? Nurse The son and heir of old Tiberio. Nurse Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio. Nurse I know not. My grave is like to be my wedding bed. Nurse His name is Romeo, and a Montague; The only son of your great enemy.
Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy. Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not; The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.
Now will he sit under a medlar tree, And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.
Romeo, that she were, O, that she were An open et caetera, thou a poperin pear! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!
O, be some other name! Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself. The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Dost thou love me? Good night, good night! And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Nurse calls within I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu! Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little, I will come again. I am afeard. Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
Nurse [Within] Madam! Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. Romeo, hist! I have forgot why I did call thee back. Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!
Within the infant rind of this small flower Poison hath residence and medicine power: For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. Two such opposed kings encamp them still In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will; And where the worser is predominant, Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? How much salt water thrown away in waste, To season love, that of it doth not taste! Came he not home to-night? Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. O, he is the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the very first house, of the first and second cause: ah, the immortal passado!
O, their bones, their bones! Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy; Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey eye or so, but not to the purpose.
Signior Romeo, bon jour! You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night. What counterfeit did I give you? MERCUTIO Well said: follow me this jest now till thou hast worn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular.
Nurse Peter! Nurse My fan, Peter. Nurse God ye good morrow, gentlemen. Nurse Is it good den? Nurse Out upon you! Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo? ROMEO I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when you have found him than he was when you sought him: I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.
Nurse You say well. Nurse if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you. Sings An old hare hoar, And an old hare hoar, Is very good meat in lent But a hare that is hoar Is too much for a score, When it hoars ere it be spent.
I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery? ROMEO A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.
Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure? PETER I saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side.
Nurse Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about me quivers. Nurse I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer. Here is for thy pains. Nurse No truly sir; not a penny. Nurse This afternoon, sir? ROMEO And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall: Within this hour my man shall be with thee And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair; Which to the high top-gallant of my joy Must be my convoy in the secret night.
Nurse Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir. Nurse Is your man secret? Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter? Nurse Ah. Nurse Ay, a thousand times.
Exit Romeo Peter! Nurse Peter, take my fan, and go before and apace. O, she is lame! Had she affections and warm youthful blood, She would be as swift in motion as a ball; My words would bandy her to my sweet love, And his to me: But old folks, many feign as they were dead; Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
O God, she comes! Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away. Nurse Peter, stay at the gate. Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news By playing it to me with so sour a face. Nurse I am a-weary, give me leave awhile: Fie, how my bones ache! Nurse Jesu, what haste? Do you not see that I am out of breath? The excuse that thou dost make in this delay Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.
Is thy news good, or bad? Nurse Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to choose a man: Romeo! Go thy ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home? What says he of our marriage? Nurse Lord, how my head aches!
It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. Beshrew your heart for sending me about, To catch my death with jaunting up and down! You can skip this in seconds Click here to continue. Download Now! RomeoJuliet 4.
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