1) Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains
The stony entrance of this sepulchre?
2) Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;
3) Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.
4) But I can give thee more:
For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
6) Come, I'll dispose of thee
Among a sisterhood of holy nuns:
7) Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
10) For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced:
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
12) Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
13) Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man;
Fly hence, and leave me
15) Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.
16) Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent
To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow:
18) I dare no longer stay.
19) I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night,
For I have need of many orisons
To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin.
21) If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:
22) If thou be merciful,
Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
24) Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;
Each part, deprived of supple government,
Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death:
And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death
Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,
And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
25) Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
That she doth give her sorrow so much sway,
And in his wisdom hastes our marriage,
26) O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop
To help me after?
27) O, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh
28) O son! the night before thy wedding-day
Hath Death lain with thy wife.
29) Or bid me go into a new-made grave
And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;
And I will do it without fear or doubt,
To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.
30) Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave
And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,
That I revived, and was an emperor.
31) Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law
Is death to any he that utters them.
32) Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,--
O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;--
Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,
33) Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,
Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:
34) The world is not thy friend nor the world's law;
The world affords no law to make thee rich;
Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.
35) This is that banish'd haughty Montague,
That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief,
It is supposed, the fair creature died;
And here is come to do some villanous shame
To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.
36) Thus with a kiss I die.
37) Thy lips are warm.
38) What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!
I must needs wake you;
39) What should she do here?
My dismal scene I needs must act alone
40) Why I descend into this bed of death,
Is partly to behold my lady's face;
But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger
A precious ring
42) You say you do not know the lady's mind:
Uneven is the course, I like it not.
2) All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?
Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death,
That murder'd me
3) Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
4) And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!
5) Blister'd be thy tongue
For such a wish!
7) But look thou stay not till the watch be set,
For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time
To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back
8) But, soft! what day is this?
10) Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an
thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but
discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall
make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!
11) Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,
Alone, in company, still my care hath been
To have her match'd:
12) Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.
Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage!
13) Go, counsellor;
Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
14) He is a kinsman to the Montague;
Affection makes him false
15) His fault concludes but what the law should end, The life of Tybalt
17) I have an interest in your hate's proceeding,
My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;
18) I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,
And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;
For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
19) I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,--
God save the mark!--here on his manly breast:
20) I think she will be ruled
In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not.
23) I'll find out your man,
And he shall signify from time to time
Every good hap to you that chances here:
24) 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.
25) I'll to the friar, to know his remedy:
If all else fail, myself have power to die.
27) No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a
church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for
me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man.
28) O God, I have an ill-divining soul!
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.
30) O sweet Juliet,
Thy beauty hath made me effeminate
And in my temper soften'd valour's steel!
31) O, tell me, friar, tell me,
In what vile part of this anatomy
Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack
The hateful mansion.
33) Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man: Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.
36) Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word:
Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
38) There art thou happy [know the three things he should be "happy"about]
Juliet is alive,
Tybalt would kill you,
but you killed Tybalt;
you were exciled instead of killed
39) These times of woe afford no time to woo.
40) This day's black fate on more days doth depend;
This but begins the woe, others must end.
41) This shall determine that.
43) Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:
Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,
Doting like me and like me banished,
Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,
And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
Taking the measure of an unmade grave.
44) Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
Shalt with him hence.
46) 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,
Where Juliet lives
47) We talk here in the public haunt of men:
Either withdraw unto some private place,
And reason coldly of your grievances,
Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us
48) Wednesday is too soon,
O' Thursday let it be
49) Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.
51) Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?