TPTT The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet: ACT III
Introduction
ACT I
ACT II
ACT III
SCENE I. A public place.
SCENE II. Capulet's orchard.
SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell.
SCENE IV. A room in Capulet's house.
SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.
ACT IV
ACT V
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SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.
Enter ROMEO and JULIET above, at the window
JULIET
      Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
      It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
      That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
      Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:
5     Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
ROMEO
      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
10    Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
      I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
JULIET
      Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I:
      It is some meteor that the sun exhales,
      To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
15    And light thee on thy way to Mantua:
      Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone.
ROMEO
      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,
20    '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.
25    How is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day.
JULIET
      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;
30    This doth not so, for she divideth us:
      Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes,
      O, now I would they had changed voices too!
      Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
      Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day,
35    O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.
ROMEO
      More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!
Enter Nurse, to the chamber
Nurse
      Madam!
JULIET
      Nurse?
Nurse
      Your lady mother is coming to your chamber:
40    The day is broke; be wary, look about.
Exit
JULIET
      Then, window, let day in, and let life out.
ROMEO
      Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.
He goeth down
JULIET
      Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend!
      I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
45    For in a minute there are many days:
      O, by this count I shall be much in years
      Ere I again behold my Romeo!
ROMEO
      Farewell!
      I will omit no opportunity
50    That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
JULIET
      O think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
ROMEO
      I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve
      For sweet discourses in our time to come.
JULIET
      O God, I have an ill-divining soul!
55    Methinks I see thee, now thou art below,
      As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:
      Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.
ROMEO
      And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:
      Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!
Exit
JULIET
60    O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:
      If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him.
      That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune;
      For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
      But send him back.
LADY CAPULET
65    (Within) Ho, daughter! are you up?
JULIET
      Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother?
      Is she not down so late, or up so early?
      What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither?
Enter LADY CAPULET
LADY CAPULET
      Why, how now, Juliet!
JULIET
70    Madam, I am not well.
LADY CAPULET
      Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?
      What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
      An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;
      Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of love;
75    But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
JULIET
      Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
LADY CAPULET
      So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
      Which you weep for.
JULIET
      Feeling so the loss,
80    Cannot choose but ever weep the friend.
LADY CAPULET
      Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death,
      As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.
JULIET
      What villain madam?
LADY CAPULET
      That same villain, Romeo.
JULIET
85    (Aside) 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.
LADY CAPULET
      That is, because the traitor murderer lives.
JULIET
      Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands:
90    Would none but I might venge my cousin's death!
LADY CAPULET
      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,
95    That he shall soon keep Tybalt company:
      And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.
JULIET
      Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
      With Romeo, till I behold him--dead--
      Is my poor heart for a kinsman vex'd.
100   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 named, and cannot come to him.
105   To wreak the love I bore my cousin
      Upon his body that slaughter'd him!
LADY CAPULET
      Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man.
      But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
JULIET
      And joy comes well in such a needy time:
110   What are they, I beseech your ladyship?
LADY CAPULET
      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 expect'st not nor I look'd not for.
JULIET
115   Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
LADY CAPULET
      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.
JULIET
120   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,
125   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!
LADY CAPULET
      Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,
      And see how he will take it at your hands.
Enter CAPULET and Nurse
CAPULET
130   When the sun sets, the air 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 showering? In one little body
135   Thou counterfeit'st 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,
140   Without a sudden calm, will overset
      Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife!
      Have you deliver'd to her our decree?
LADY CAPULET
      Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.
      I would the fool were married to her grave!
CAPULET
145   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 bridegroom?
JULIET
150   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.
CAPULET
      How now, how now, chop-logic! What is this?
      'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not;'
155   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.
160   Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage!
      You tallow-face!
LADY CAPULET
      Fie, fie! what, are you mad?
JULIET
      Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
      Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
CAPULET
165   Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!
      I tell thee what: get thee to church o' 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
170   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!
Nurse
      God in heaven bless her!
175   You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
CAPULET
      And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,
      Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.
Nurse
      I speak no treason.
CAPULET
      O, God ye god-den.
Nurse
180   May not one speak?
CAPULET
      Peace, you mumbling fool!
      Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl;
      For here we need it not.
LADY CAPULET
      You are too hot.
CAPULET
185   God's bread! it makes me mad:
      Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,
      Alone, in company, still my care hath been
      To have her match'd: and having now provided
      A gentleman of noble parentage,
190   Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,
      Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable 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,
195   To answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love,
      I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.'
      But, as 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.
200   Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise:
      An 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,
205   Nor what is mine shall never do thee good:
      Trust to't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn.
Exit
JULIET
      Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
      That sees into the bottom of my grief?
      O, sweet my mother, cast me not away!
210   Delay this marriage for a month, a week;
      Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
      In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
LADY CAPULET
      Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word:
      Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
Exit
JULIET
215   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.
220   Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems
      Upon so soft a subject as myself!
      What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy?
      Some comfort, nurse.
Nurse
      Faith, here it is.
225   Romeo is banish'd; 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.
230   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,
235   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.
JULIET
      Speakest thou from thy heart?
Nurse
      And from my soul too;
240   Or else beshrew them both.
JULIET
      Amen!
Nurse
      What?
JULIET
      Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.
      Go in: and tell my lady I am gone,
245   Having displeased my father, to Laurence' cell,
      To make confession and to be absolved.
Nurse
      Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.
Exit
JULIET
      Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
      Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
250   Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
      Which she hath praised 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:
255   If all else fail, myself have power to die.
Exit
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