Markov chain text replicator. Usage: markov.py sourcetext.txt 4 (the final value is the number of characters in a node of the chain)

markov.py

import random
import sys

class Segment:
    def __init__(self, listobj, length=1):
        self.sequence = iter(listobj)
        self.memory = []
        self.length = length
        self.start = True
        self.end = False
        self.close = False
        for i in range(self.length):
            self.memory.append( self.sequence.next() )

    def __iter__(self):
        return self

    def next(self):
        if self.start:
            for i in range(self.length):
                self.memory.append( self.sequence.next() )
            self.start = False
            return ("START", "".join(self.memory[:self.length]))
        elif len(self.memory) >= self.length:
            # memory should be 2*length long. 
            # Or shorter if we're at the end of the input sequence.
            r = ("".join(self.memory[:self.length]), "".join(self.memory[self.length:]))
            try:
                self.memory.append( self.sequence.next() )
            except StopIteration:
                pass
            self.memory.pop(0)
            return r
        else:
            raise StopIteration()

inf = open(sys.argv[1],'r')

chain = {}
def record(old_c, c):
    global chain
    chain.setdefault(old_c, dict())
    chain[old_c].setdefault(c, 0)
    chain[old_c][c] += 1

ii = 0
for (old_c, c) in Segment(inf.read(), int(sys.argv[2])):
    record(old_c, c)
    ii +=1
    if ii%1000 == 0:
        print "READ %s" % ii

def weighted_choice(choices):
   total = sum(w for c, w in choices)
   r = random.uniform(0, total)
   upto = 0
   for c, w in choices:
      if upto + w > r:
         return c
      upto += w
   assert False, "Shouldn't get here"

""" sample from chain """
print "SAMPLING"
quickchain = {}
for key, value in chain.iteritems():
    quickchain[key] = value.items()

ouf = open("markov_%s.txt"%sys.argv[2],'w')
char = weighted_choice( quickchain["START"] )
ii = 0
while char in quickchain:
    ouf.write(char)
    ii += 1
    char = weighted_choice( quickchain[char] )
    if ii % 1000 == 0:
        print "WRITTEN %s" % ii
ouf.close()

ro julieo julieomeomeomet

Romeo, bon jour! there's a French slop. You gavest me to stand:
therefore he is.
Hark ye, your arm.
ROMEO
I fear, too early: for my short date of breath?
JULIET
Madam, I am out of his pilgrim, you baggage! disobedient opposition.
MERCUTIO
Nay, if thy love's passion! lover!
Appear thou in the pastry.
Enter PETER

PETER
Musicians have my wish.
LADY CAPULET
Fie, fie, thou canst thou comest to age;
Wilt thou art poor:
Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent is but a part;
And yet no man use you a poperin pear!
Romeo that dies married me be satisfaction canst thou consequence yet hanging in thy breath
This neighbour-stained steep'd in bloody hand,
That heaven bless thee a weak slave; for thou lie all in one or two men's
hands and they, when he's a man of wax.
LADY CAPULET and Nurse, and nobly train'd,
Stuff'd, as the all-cheering sun
Ne'er saw her match since first and second married once,
I have no gold for some ill;
Move them short.
BENVOLIO
Why dost thou hast done so,
Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be forsworn, all Montague's.
GREGORY
Do you quarrel, I will go call the prince, he may not speak again;
I have remember'd me, thou's heart cleft with the measure us by what say yon grey is not the lark,
That plats the manner of our counsellor,
Is to hear himself an art thou think'st thou not fall out with a rear-ward follow the letters to fires;
And that the shoemaker should have learn'd even now
Of one I danced with a
man for a tender kiss.
JULIET
Go, get her here of the wild-goose in one of his substantial death is amorous,
And that bare vowel 'I' shall play them both.
JULIET
Amen!
Nurse
What?
JULIET
What murder'd me: I have a soul of lead, bright she is advanced:
An I might venge my cousin, I do bear the burden soon at night shall you from such watching bones?
Henceforward I am done. God mark thee to Romeo will bite my thumb, sir.
ABRAHAM
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
SAMPSON
Fear me with peace, you mumbling fool!
Utter your cousin Romeo's man; we found him that kill one life.
I beg for justice, which I may but call her as much as I love; and their sight;
And by and by comes back to Romeo,
That same villain, Romeo be?
Came he not hear? What, have you deliver'd with a flowers and the lark, the herald of the mire
Of this night.
More fierce and myself excuse the immortal blessing fair?
Farewell, my coz.
BENVOLIO
Thou desire doth grievances,
Or else beshrew them both.
JULIET
As much.
Go in: and tell her as much:
'Tis now near night.
CAPULET
Ay, sir; but she was, deflower when she says nothing, of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish fear,
Abate thy valour in the singleness.
MERCUTIO
If love be honourable villain am I none;
There art thou drawn among these times of woe afford.
Farewell, thou hast a careful father, child;
One whom thou so long as I, Juliet thy love, thy wit;
Wilt thou tell me who.
ROMEO
Bid her come forth,
And bear this work of her
Shall have some Paris; and all run,
With all the rest depart away:
You Capulet's house.

Enter CAPULET
Nurse, will you for a hand,
That may be crown'd
Sole monarch of eyes.
Knocking

FRIAR LAURENCE
I will be twain.
I'll play the umpire, arbitrating that we have I little talk'd of love;
For Venus smiles on the cheeks,
And made Verona:
Go thou to do in hell, all Montague;
The which, as
I take my fan, and BENVOLIO
Strike, drum.
Exeunt

SCENE I. Friar Laurence's cell,
His help afford no time to thy lady and mistress is this!
FRIAR LAURENCE
Romeo should, without fear or doubt,
To live an unaccustom'd feast,
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
Our bridal flowers

MERCUTIO
A challenge, on my side.
Nurse
God in heaven is here,
Where Juliet ere you will have need of many mine being misapplied;
And vice sometimes and they dare. I will back thee.
GREGORY
But then a noise did scare me twenty hundred years, these
perdona-mi's, who stand some Paris; and all my fortunes at thy word:
Adversity's sweet news
By playing it to me, for her severity
Cuts beauty hath minister'd to have a wretchedness,
And fearfully did menace me with roaring bears;
Lo, here upon thy cheeks,
And bring thee to bed, and rude will;
And gave him with above compare
So many thou hadst thou tell her than Paris' love?
JULIET
I'll look to like, if looking like death, when he shuts up the doors of breath?
The excuse the injuries
Then say, Jove laughs. O gentlemen! come, I come from the reach of these sad things;
Some five and twenty years till these hideous flower of all these piteous woes
We cannot hit the mark!--here on herself alone
Till thou swear'st,
Thou sober-suited matron, all in Capulet's orchard.

Enter Chorus
Chorus
Now old desirest me not.
TYBALT
You shall find me a grave?
PRINCE
Look, and thou seest, stand all things changes in our ears?
First Watchman
Here's much to his foe supposed he must combined, save what?
MERCUTIO
Thou desirest me to thy light.
Exeunt CAPULET and Nurse
LADY CAPULET
O brother benefice:
Sometime comes she to me,
As signal that thou dost excused.
PRINCE
Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Paris' love?
JULIET
Well, he may chance to my ears,
He swung about his maids
to thee.
JULIET
How camest thou slain Tybalt fled;
But by any means?
MONTAGUE
Both by myself and I
Were in a house.
Being in night, all the night,
To help to take her from her hand!
O, that she doth so;
Too swift arrives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.'
O, this same needy man must sell it me.
As I remember an apothecary,--
And hereafter, drybeat them down

JULIET
Ay, those attires are best: but, I
pray, can you rat-catcher, will you give us?
PETER
O, musicians, because he hath
wakened thy peace.
PARIS
O, I cry you mercy; you are thou hast most kind of fruit
As maids
to the wall.
SAMPSON
True; and therefore came I hither, man. I see that thou comest to age;
Wilt thou not let us hence;
And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels
From forth in lamentations might have more care lodges, sleep will I endart mine eye
Than twenty of this loathsome smells,
And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the
dial is now not feel:
Wert thou as young Paris' love;
For Venus smiles asunder.--
God Pardon him! I do, with all the admired beauties of the smallest spiders' legs,
The covert of the worser is predicament! Even so lies she,
Blubbering and think it should be colliers.
SAMPSON
Draw, if you leave me so, you cot-quean, go,
Get you up, i' faith, but never was a little atomies
Athwart men's noses as they say, and fetch more spices, nurse.
Nurse
Even or odd, of all days in this.
Dost thou speak, there lies more, 'tis more, I doubt.
Retires

ROMEO
Let me dispute with their heels,
For I am prove,
To think it best agrees with his father's house.

Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of that?
Her eye discourses; I'll be with thee in the infant rind of thee
Take all in one.
Exeunt

SCENE III. Juliet's chamber.
Second Servant
Ye say honest gentleman!
Romeo, come, I pray the circumstance:
Let me be put thy rapier up.
MERCUTIO
I am hurt.
A plague o'
both you, wife:
Go thou too, I pray thee, hold thy desperate pilot, now at once in our provision:
'Tis now near night.
CAPULET
Ay, you have the children of dim night
Depart again: here, here will I remain
With worms that are they, I beseech you!
Henceforward I am ever ruled by some distemperature;
Or if not so, then he
enters the wanton summer hath mista'en--for, lo,
My intercession for a week; for that offence
Immediately.
Spread thy company:
I bring the fresh morning dew.
Adding to clouds in yonder east:
Unseemly woman in town, reverso! the punto reverso! the
hai!
BENVOLIO
Tybalt, liest thou that thou dost not so much:
'Tis since the wall of Capulet's
Sups the fair with me for bringing to the rigour of severest law.
PRINCE
Where is the counterfeit'st a bark, a sea nourish'd with thine own fortune in my mind misgives
Some comfort is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune! all men call the houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a
cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a
rogue, faintly spoke
After the next night, awhile! Stand up;
Knocking

Who knocks so hard? whence his son is out: quarrelled with a
man for cracking nuts, having no
other reason but because he hath
wakened thy drift;
Riddling confession and he be slain, whom you knaves; and turn the earth,
Lies festering in cloudy night immediately we do exile him hence to-night?
ROMEO
Thou wast never with me for any things that the vault,
And presently.
God join'd my humour prove,
Unless thou art thou some new infectious pestilent knave is this so sudden business was great; and in
such a case as mine a man may straight at any news.
Hie you, make blessed moon I swear
That tips with silver all these woes thine,
Thou art up-roused by society:
Now do you not sell.
I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none.
Farewell; be trust me, let
the porter let Benvolio, who began this
Miscarried me before to Romeo, whom Romeo by my county;
Ay, marry us to-day.
FRIAR LAURENCE
Too familiar
Is my dear kinsman! O sweet Juliet;
And she, there art thou, that dost torment me thus forsworn,
Or to die.
Exit

ACT IV

SCENE IV. A street.

Enter ROMEO

ROMEO
Father, now;
Or shall we on with me.
TYBALT
Boy, this shroud;
Things have the childhood of our joy
With Rosaline.
Torments him so, that she is not hard, I thine only nurse,
I would sing any other part
Belonging thrusts and blubbering.
Stand up; stand, and a foot, and a body,
though touch with a man that hath the friar
Subtly hath here were two such opposition
To you and you shalt know the letter.
FRIAR LAURENCE
This same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.
Exeunt LADY CAPULET
Verona's ancient quarrel with a flowers serve for prick of nothing.
BALTHASAR
Romeo.
MERCUTIO
More than tears.
Now, afore God! this rage, with some great kind of fruit
As maids
to the wall, and thrust to tell itself.
Then gave I thoughts,
Which ten times faster glide than the bridegroom from thy bed, therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,
Beg pardon me forth,
And, being anger'd, puffs away from thy bed, there.
Tybalt, liest thou now
To murder, to associate me,
Here in my holy order,
I though I am almost afraid to stand all along,
Holding to light love,
Which, but their enmity.
JULIET
Thou know'st the matter:--and she hath swords and they are.
Second Watchman
Sovereign, here it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any thing but one of you.
MERCUTIO

BENVOLIO
Here comes
two of the fair daughter, that you love me? then here I am. Where is no world will be the mark.
Now will he sit under your livery:
Marry, go, I say!
Re-enter some other my eyes, which the airy region stream so brief to too much.
ROMEO
At the friends, part!' and, swifter than
his tongue,
His agile arm from all posterity,
Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,
'Hold, friend,
What heretics, be burnt for liars!
One fairer than marry Paris, get her head?
The bright anger him.
MERCUTIO
The pox of such antic, lisping, weeping, weeping and blubbering and felt it bitter, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'
JULIET
I'll look your last embrace! and, madam, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries
As are best: but, gentle night, I warrant, for this, being smelt, with his followers

MERCUTIO
I mean, sir, in a lenten pie,
that is so ill!
In sadness,
And finding him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy
ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home?
JULIET
Not proud? doth she not go with me,
In what sense thou wilt not keep him company,
I would have made a simple of my grief?
O, swear nothing but vain fantasy,
Which on more days doth approach.
Give me my long sword, ho!
LADY CAPULET

CAPULET
Content, so thou wilt say 'Ay,'
And I am not here;
This is now not fair.
Now Romeo is banished.
And says 'God send the numbers
that Petrarch flowers to me from the deadly sin! O rude unthankful even so? then I do, I say, an thereof,
Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart and Romeo
To comfort as do lusty young Romeo is it?
BALTHASAR
I will frown and tell thee what: get thee, wife:
Go thou to do in hell, all Montague, I am sure, I have but four--
She is not wash'd thy desperate which we call the wall of his roe, like fire of you all
I thank you me, on Wednesday next--
But, soft! what dares love attempt;
Therefore than a mad-man is;
Shut up in proof!
ROMEO
And is it not like this haste.
Exit First Servant
CAPULET
Death, the heavens to smilest upon thy cheek would say thou but sweet leave awhile.
Retires

ROMEO
Ay, nurse; what offence
Immediately dead;
Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
O God, she comes from an
inch narrow to thy lady and my intents.
FRIAR LAURENCE
How long is it now.
BENVOLIO
Then she said he would: I hear it.
ROMEO
A gentle in his mistress' case,
To old Free-town, our consent to marry us to-day?
Right glad I am not for.
JULIET
Feeling so the loss,
Cannot choose but ever weep the friar
Subtly hath minister'd be thy tongue
For such merchandise.
JULIET
Tell me not, friar, that threaten'd death becomes thy friend
And turns it to exile him hence:
I have forgot that name which startles in the wrenching iron.
Hold, take these keys, and thrust his maids
to the white-upturned wondering who thou art dun, we'll draw.
GREGORY
Say 'better:' here comes the lady of the earth hath swallow'd all my buried ancestors are packed:
Where be these keys, and thou shalt see.
MONTAGUE
But I'll be the more is my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the tidings of her dead finger
A precious treasure of thy love.
Why, such is love against this humour provision;
This is no part about
me quivers. Scurvy knave is the powerful grace that light thy disposition
To you and I; for Romeo hath not budge for no more
Can I demand.
MONTAGUE
But I cannot choose but ever weep.
ROMEO
Whither?
JULIET
Conceit, more that is her burying grave that is the pastry.
Enter JULIET, above

JULIET
Hist! Romeo, and a smock.
Nurse
Your first create!
O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming fool,
A whining mammet, in her fine foot, straight dreams he of cutting for love to
be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy;
Helen and may look on his intents.
FRIAR LAURENCE
O deadly point to part thou hurt?
MERCUTIO
Consort! what lightens.' Sweet, good sweet salutation
Is fair and wide a broad!
ROMEO
Stay, fellow; I can read.
Reads

'Signior Valentio and his cousin's death?
What, which doth
enrich the hand
Of yonder window break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From this wedding-day.
Farewell, and thrust his maids?
SAMPSON
I do bite my thumb at them: in the instant came
The fiery Tybalt, yet but lately dead; and Juliet, go and bring it straight leg and quinces name, dear sake this letter he hath aspired the watch?
Sirrah, what an unkind hour
Is guilty of their heads.
GREGORY
Say 'better:' here comes my man.
How if, when I do, with the conduct of thee
Take all my heart is well said; 'for himself turns vice, being moved.
BENVOLIO
Then she are happy in this time, work, play,
Alone, in company, still
In man as well as herbs, grace and daughter:
Look your last embrace! and, lips, O you
The doors, and in that dear perfection gapes to be gone;
We have a trifling foolish tears, back to challenge you;
Or, if he do, it needs wake you; I'll not be hit
With Cupid's arrow; she hath sworn that she doth give her sorrow so much salt water thrown and be perverse an say the lark and leave me to my grief:
To-morrow will I send to thee.
JULIET
O Romeo!
MERCUTIO
Help me into so deep as a well, she said 'Tybalt's dead to-night,
For so wide a broad and when thou hast
worn out the everlasting flint:
A lover may be, sir, what purpose, loving, black-brow'd night, awhile:
Fie, how she leans her cheek would shame those flower of courtesy.
ROMEO
Pink for flower
Poison hath residence with
you.
BENVOLIO
No, coz, I rather than mine,
With reeky shanks too much,
And that we have had no time to Romeo!
JULIET
I gave the chinks.
ROMEO
Meaning, to court'sy.
MERCUTIO
Farewell, dear Romeo,
Who nothing can be ill, if she be many mine be about,
And hire post-horses; I'll believe me: you have:
Proud can I never injured thee,
But love's shadows over louring hills:
Therefore have I little stars
Shall bitterly begin his feast,
And shake the devil art them: in the instant moon,
Who is't that calls upon the ground, as I said, my head aches! which oft the flattering-sweet to rest!
Henceforward I am ever ruled
In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not be?
Undraws the very toad, a very pink of courtesy,
but, I
pray, can you read?
ROMEO
Ay, if I live, draw your neck out o' the collar.
SAMPSON
No, sir, I did yet behold him--dead--
Is my poor heart, at which heavy son,
And private in his cousin
Upon his broke; be wary, look thou be merciful,
Open the tomb, lay me with death,
If I did:
Anon comes upon my name lodge? tell me, what say you to Thursday, tell me, and do import, and leaps down with thee!
Help, help! my lady's dead, she's dead!
JULIET
Nurse, when he's found, that Romeo, take my maidenheads;
take it at your hate,
That we should be husband,'fall'st upon the versal world,
And bear this outrage!
Tybalt, you baggage! disobedient opposition to bid good morrow, gentleman?
This night a torch-bearers, and Potpan, that I were a glove upon that I have spoke: but farewell.
Exeunt all but JULIET and others

TYBALT
Follow of this,
Unless thee! Hark you, Tybalt, stay!
Romeo, I come! this holy kiss.
Exit

JULIET
Conceit, more rich;
Then be not of the
eight. Will you share all the veins
That the best.
ROMEO
Whither?
Servant
To supper; to our house.

Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE

BENVOLIO
O Romeo, we may put up our pipes, and other side, if I had, my weapon
should quickly moved prince come to the Capulet;
For you could tell
A whispering tale in a fair ladies' brows
Being but heavy, I will be Romeo,
If thou day in night; and harlots; Thisbe a grey
eye or so, but never injuries
Then say, Jove laugh,
To think it was the lady: O, so lies she with a tailor for a visor and loving terms,
Nor bide the encounter Tybalt?
BENVOLIO
This is the poultice for my aching ROMEO's body that thus bescreen'd in night! as sweet repose and rest
Come to tell it you:
Graze where we lay our side, if I said
'An if a man did need a poison, which too untimely death
Was woe enough.
CAPULET
That idles in the public haunt of men:
Either with
his pencil, and nobly train'd,
Stuff'd, as the air
And more inconstant than the world.
Nurse
Then have at you will,
And drink it were not I thine own ignorance,
And private in heaven hath a sweet to rest!
Hence with hunt's-up to the highmost hill
Of this world.
In truth, fair Montague, our toil shall slay thee all along;
An if you should be these enemies? Capulet
By'r lady's ear,
Such as would please: 'tis gone:
You are the senseless rushes with thee.
Exit

First Musician
An you be mine, I'll watch her place.

Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of these two days of the earth, and thou hast quarrelling!
BENVOLIO
Have not such a man
As all the town,
Suspecting that
Which once wouldst lose.
Fie, fie, you slug-a-bed!
Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! poor bankrupt, break at this?
BALTHASAR
Then she dies married young affection dignified.
Within it

Enter BENVOLIO
Tell me not, let me be satisfied, is't good or bad?
Nurse
What?
JULIET
What devil art thou changed? pronounce but full of wretchedness,
And fear'st to die? famine is in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To paly ashes, thy eyes' windows fall,
Like damned hate upon that day:
For never to return.
Perchandise.
JULIET
Now, ere there, they in her head?
The bridegroom in the churchyard side.
First Watchman
Sovereign, here lies that Tybalt, Juliet pined.
You, to remove,
Is now thou art out on me,
It were a grave man. I
am peppered, I warrant thou, let me not.
TYBALT
Boy, this shame,
That copest with death, going in the street, because he married. Here is forty ducats: let me now a maiden blush bepaint my cheek the mangle me with roaring bears;
And she as mine a man may strain courtesy.
MERCUTIO
Thou art:
Thy noble uncle, 'tis enough to them? I will be here with the term
Of a desperate an execution.
As that is so ill!
In sadness lengthens Romeo's man; we found him in the morn,
No nightingale, and ne'er been sick.
LADY CAPULET
Tybalt, you re us and fa us, you note me?
First Musician
No.
PETER

MERCUTIO
Good Peter, to Laurence' cell;
And gave him what blood is settled, and hereafter say,
A madman's mercy bade thee run away.
Exit ROMEO
ROMEO
'Tis torture should deal double
with her, nurse? thou slay them both,
Like powder in a skitless soldier's neck,
And find thy chamber pens himself among these ill unlucky think her ripe to be absolved.
Nurse
O lamentable day!
LADY CAPULET
I will, the whole depth of my tale against this wedding-day
Hath Death lain these poor and let life out.
TYBALT
What is the properer
man; but, I'll find Romeo,
Some five and twenty years; and that cut thy youth in twain
To sunder ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO
No hare, sir; unless maidenhead!
Nurse
O God's lady was bad enough before thou didst request it:
And yet 'not proud,' and 'I thank you, sir.
ROMEO
Wouldst thou hither, cover'd with the dug!
Shake quoth he;
And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'
JULIET
Sweet, so thou with Romeo,--
MERCUTIO
Ah, that of it doth hang on them, fit to open,
And he shall signify from the reason of my lord. Light to my child my joys with love;
Prick love for pricking, here untimely here did send the nurse this morning comes
To rouse thee from this predominant,
Full soon the stars
From this wounds with tears: mine shall be:
Which on more view, of many orisons
To move thee
Doth much excuses;
Nor tears;
Which, too much on then, let's to bed.
BENVOLIO
Here comes Romeo's man? what can lay hold of the morning's face,
And she steal love's shadows are so rich in joy!
Enter Apothecary, and thou be merciful,
Open the tomb;
And by and by the operation of this hand, by thee joint by joint
And what says my love,
And like her most whose merit most kindly hit it.
ROMEO
Come hither.
Re-enter TYBALT

TYBALT
What, art thou dead:
Then weep for such die miserable.
ROMEO
Peace, peace, but not my child so ill!
In sadness lengthens Romeo's faithful wife:
I marriage now; younger than she are the villain am I none;
Therefore love modesty.
CAPULET
How now, how now, my hearts!
TYBALT
Why, love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
He lent me counsel, or, behold,
'Twixt my extremes and true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quickly, being misapplied;
And her immortal passado! the peace.
Nurse
O God's lady dear!
Are you so lovest me, let them affright touch that chances here:
My life were the sweetest lady--Lord,
Lord! when 'twas no need.
BENVOLIO
An I might touch that cheek!
JULIET
I met the young Romeo?
FRIAR LAURENCE
Hold; get you go to them? I will indite him talk of, blows us from ourselves;
Supper is done, and with thee: Farewell: thou hast a careful father, fair saint, let life out.
ROMEO
Art thou so love in thee,
I have none ill, sir; for thou art poor:
Hold, there art thou art fickle, fortune! Honest nurse, farewell! I pray you, sir: here, here comes she that may be, sir, what same tongue
Which should be collar.
SAMPSON
'Tis all one, I will still stay the break of day disguised from her hands full of woe:' O, an you
will give room! and fought on her
The form of death: meant love.
And I'll not speak of that thou hast most kindly hit it.
ROMEO
Commend me to Romeo! no, not he; though thou hast quarrel withdraw: but this intents I doubt it nor can I do to thee--
Nurse
[Within] Ho, daughter? call her from this palace of peace,
Profaners of this direful murder;
And here I should be a Montagues, and their stol'n marriage-day
Was Tybalt! honest gentlemen, can any man's, yet his leg excellent for that name's cursed hand
Murder'd my love! my wife!
Have you importune! all men call they return.
What if it be morrow morning.
JULIET
I gave I her, so tutor'd by my brother out
One of our order, to associate me,
Here in this dire night,
To help me sort such needful ornaments,
To wield old partisans, in hands do;
They pray, grant thou, let me not away.
Exit FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS
FRIAR LAURENCE
Romeo is exiled:
He made a simple choice; you know not how they knock! Who's there?
Turn back, dull earth, and find delight writ thee.
Exit

JULIET
The clock struck nine when I did send it me again.
Exit, above a common bound.
ROMEO
I take truce with the unruly spleen
Of Tybalt.
PRINCE
A glooming peace the severing clouds more care to stay the sin
Of disobedient wretch!
I tell you, he that can country is,
In that dim monument alone;
We have
A dram of poison, go with her silver sound
With Romeo may not wear them told, have kill'd!
Uncomfortable time, what say you, Hugh Rebeck?
Second Capulet, armed with sweet water nightly in a charnel-house wall;
My lord, we'll not speak aloud;
Else would I tear the cave where you will your joys with me, and we will make short work;
For, by yours, my sin again.
I have been a-bed an hour ago.
PARIS
These times of woe afford no time to play now.
PETER
Then will answer to the wall of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing like death:
And in his will:
Ah, word ill urged to one that shall.
Nurse
Marry, go before do nimble-pinion'd doves draw thee fetch?
Nurse
Peter, take it at my house; hear ally,
My very first house, of their swords

Enter Tybalt? wilt lie upon the back again.
ROMEO
Not having that, I should confess to you and you beat love itself turns vice, being the white-upturned wondering how I may prevent it:
If, in the greatest, able to do some vile forfeit of untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower.
MERCUTIO
Good king of thy long-experienced time,
Give me say, I will keep to myself:
but first: or if it doth not so, for she divideth us:
Some say in thievish ways; or bide the case so stands as old,
Canker'd with tears augmenting of thy parts,
Proportion'd as one's though not answer 'I'll not wed, I'll pardon you! Tell me, gentleman?
Nurse
They call for Rosaline, whom thou so lovest,
With reeky shanks and you wert so happy by thy conjure too. Cheerly, boys; be
brisk awhile,
We must to the dew-dropping south.
BENVOLIO
Romeo will be ruled by yonder blessed man, if I say
ay?
GREGORY
The heads.
GREGORY
No.
SAMPSON
Well, sir; for I'll procure to chide.
Nurse
His name is ashamed to sit;
For 'tis a throne where honour may be though I am banished.
JULIET
O, swear not by the wall of Capulet, armed with so strong a fine
That you do protest, I never injured thee,
But thou art:
Thy tempest-tossed body. How long is't now since last yours, close fighting eye of cockatrice:
I am not forget
The precious tale.
ROMEO
It was so? O, give her so.
CAPULET
How now, Balthasar!
Dost thou love me, let them merrily;
If good, thou share all the kinsman to thee,
Whate'er thou hear'st some other name!
What's he that follows there,
Remembering.
Stand not so.
FRIAR LAURENCE
Welcome, gentlemen! come, must give us their men.
SAMPSON
Yes, better, sir.
ABRAHAM
You lie.
SAMPSON
My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back the day, she's dead, he's dead, deceased, she's dead; alas the lark, whose arm
An envious moon,
Who is alive,
For whom, and newly dead, that house look to hear nothing may prorogue it,
On Thursday morn,
The traces of this:
I'll have the injuries
That thou art, by art as we to keep off that murderer liver take all.
Enter BENVOLIO, Page, and Servant
Away with thee;
And, on my lie, hath swallow'd all my hopes but she will he sit under a medlar tree,
And like mine own lie heavens upon thine eye
Than those person from her hand,
Like a portly gentlemen! come, makes me to thy love, thy wit;
Wilt thou now
To murder, murder thee, thou hast hazel eyes: what
eye but such a sigh:
Speak but one rhyme, and I am nothing slow to an ell broad and will not married, Tybalt would shame those that hour is his love and best befits the prince's doom?
What sorrow canst thou out of breath
As violence on herself in flesh.
GREGORY
No.
SAMPSON
My naked weapon is out: quarrel, sir?
ABRAHAM
Do you bite your daughter Juliet,
How stands your disposition to men's souls,
Doing more view, of many mine being then down falls again.
ROMEO
A right fair.
Now will hence to fall prostrate here,
And beggary hangs upon the bosom of the air doth cease thy suit, and can never find what name, and I am nothing first create!
O any thing you see?
ROMEO
Ay, mine of my wits:
I hear some noise within; dear Juliet!
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE
O, then; I'll find delights have hand
Of yonder kiss.
JULIET
Yon light is vanity.
JULIET
Tell me in sadness, who is living, if those attires are behoveful for our state she gallops o'er a courtesy,
but, I'll warrant her, she:
Why, lamb! what manner of old Tiberio.
JULIET
Come Lammas-eve at night, I warrant thee, thou canst thou that thou art fickle, what says Romeo! where is my lady's lord sits light
To grubs and eyeless skulls;
Or bid me go into my closet,
To help me so, you have been out, I warrant, an I should you no use of his ropery?
ROMEO
A right fair maid; now heaven hath all these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd love?
Nurse
Ay, forsooth.
CAPULET
Will watch be set,
For he hate I bear thee!
SAMPSON
Let us take the wall: therefore, have done: some punished:
For never after looks are best: but, gentle coz, let him: that's not well in such a needy time:
What are thy cheek the starts and wakes,
And there, by a dead that love, what envious worm,
Ere he can see to Romeo by my brotherhood,
The letter temper'd weapons to the tomb,
I wake, shall I groan and tell
A whispering tale in a vault,
And palm to palm is holy shrine, the gentle fine is this same place, to have stain'd
With speed! how oft to-night.
Let's see him. I anger him.
Comes forward

Stop thy unhallow'd to cherish;
Thy wit:
Thy noble parents' rage,
Which you, follow straight.
LADY MONTAGUE
Alas, my sin is purged.
JULIET
O God, I am sorry that thou art,
If any of my earth:
But woo her, gentle Paris, at Saint Peter's Church,
Shall, stiff and I
Were in a grave,
To lay one that I am out of breath,
May prove a beauty, only poor heart, advise:
An you be a man to
encounter Tybalt's death,
As that is passing fair,
Whate'er thou hear'st something doth approach.
Give me a torch: I am not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, be true.
Stay but call the watch.
Exit

PARIS
Of honourable state she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
And that we both your hate,
Than death: do not bite my thumb at them;
which is a truth;
And what to?
MERCUTIO
Thou desirest morsel of the second married. Here is forty ducats: let me have
A dram of poison more view, of many orisons
To move the hag, when maids lie on the ground,
And, touching now.
Enter ROMEO

BENVOLIO
And but one of my wealth.
FRIAR LAURENCE
God pardon me,
And not the lark and loathed toad changed voices too!
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
Hunting this penury, to myself,
Because thou happy:
A pack of blessings lights up upon them, was stout Tybalt slain.
Stand not amazed: the prettiest babe that madmen have I had!
JULIET
Who is't that can write may chance be slow'd.
Look, sir, here comes the furious Tybalt! honest, and flies with hate, but more with love.
ROMEO
Commend me this black strife,
And an old hare hoar,
And an old hare hoar,
And an old hare hoar,
Is very good meats, good Benvolio; beat down their fatal points,
And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose attires are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the mire
Of this same!
Second Servant
Away with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death banish'd runagate doth so;
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Enter FRIAR JOHN
Holy Saint Francis be my speed to Mantua there no pity sitting in my cheek
For that the single sole of it
is worn, the immortal passado! the public haunt of men:
Either my eyesight fails, or thou love me, let my old feet stumbling on abused with the fume of sighs;
But by and by.
Good night in this
Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
Be sacrifices of our married?
JULIET
I have.
Nurse
The shady curtains

SCENE IV. A room in Capulet's orchard.

Enter ROMEO and Juliet and heaven, respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not; and a smock.
Nurse
O lamentable chance!
The ladies like a crow-keeper;
Nor no without circumstance:
Let me be ta'en, let me be put from her hand!
O, that I mean to make me with this night
Earth-treading stars in all the heavens! O wife, look how our daughter gone to Friar Laurence's cell.

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE
Now must I use thou hast a careful father to a sepulchre?
What mean there were two days buried.
Go, tell thee?
BENVOLIO
And why, my lady dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with sorrows make his wife and daughters;
County Anselme and his brother's son
It rains downright.
How now! a conduit, girl? what, mistress' circle
Of some strange, I must confessor,
A sin-absolver, and so I did:
Anon comes one of my course of loving terms,
Nor bide the gossamer
That idles in our excuse?
Or shall we on without book: but, I'll watch her place of smelling out a suit;
And never shall blush bepaint my cell,
To make thee on a hurdle thither.
Out, you baggage! disobedient wretch!
I tell my lady I am gone, 'tis you lived at odds so long to speak; I long to dispraise my letter, then, O brawling love! O life! not life, I charge them to the bones
Of all myself.
Then gave I had!
JULIET
Nurse, commend me to thy eye,
Compare her airy tongue shall that fair use
Revolts from true birth, and heaven hath here upon this holy kiss.
Exit

JULIET
Is there in this fair corse; and, as thinking their own kisses sin;
But Romeo may not; he is even the days of the year,
Come Lammas-eve at night:
Black and powder,
Which with some great kinsman's bone,
As with a team of little atomies
Athwart men's tombs.
CAPULET
As rich Capulet's orchard.

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE
Welcome, gentle coz, let them find me a grave,
To turn and draw.
ROMEO
I do protest, I never shall intend to him.
JULIET
'Tis almost morning's rest?
Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET
A fortnight and odd days.
Nurse
Even or odd, of all the tomb;
And she, there, that we have had no time to you at evening mass?
FRIAR LAURENCE
Hold, friendly drop
To help me into the bottom of a tomb:
Either much upon these years
That you gone: o' Thursday,
Or never after love to
be-rhyme here:
My life with kisses in my love! the all-cheering sun
Ne'er saw her match'd: and he be many miles asunder.--
God Pardon him! I do, I swear,
It shall feel while Verona brags of him
To be a virtuous and what tips with silver all these two foes
A pair of stainless maidenheads;
take the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
With tender thing? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other sends
It back to Tybalt, Mercutio slain!
Away to heaven so high above out,
And flecked darkness like a misbehaved and sullen wench,
Thou pout'st upon this haste?
We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two;
For, I am so vexed, that hour is his thanks too much.
Go in: and farewell.
Exit

ROMEO
[To a Servingmen, window, let day in, and let them: in the instant came
The fiery Tybalt, yet but lately dead; alack, what say you to my friend profess'd,
To mangle me with so discovery,
As is that bare vowel 'I' shall she, there is no time to time to play now.
PETER
Then will indite him that you run mad, seeing sun
Ne'er saw her fair, bade her come back against mine be about your
ears ere it be, that she knew well
Thy love thee by Rosaline's bright smoke, cold fire-eyed morn smiles asunder.--
God Pardon him! I do, with all the very pin of his ropery?
ROMEO
A torch doth burn.
First Watchman
Hold him in safety, till thee back again;
For you and I are past the continue two days buried.
Go, tell that now is gone, and we shall come about!
I warrant thee, wife:
Go thou the mean times faster glide than the day be it, then.
Go you in; and, madam, good night, good night.
ROMEO
Whither?
Enter ROMEO and Juliet
Shakespeare homepage | Romeo and Juliet bleeding gear
As will disperse itself possess'd,
When but love in despite, I'll lay
And following Tybalt, my child, early waking sleeping potion; which late I noted
In tatter'd weeds, with flowers serve forgot that name which bore my letter, pretty wretched boy, that it would deal double
with her silver sound'? why 'music with her silver sound'--
why 'silver sound'? why 'music of sweet news
By playing it to my love!
O, that she were!
She speaks not true:
Some shall not make me with you, be rough in prison, kept without the fire of your nine
lives; and every tongue that spoke him fair, bade him back.
LADY CAPULET and Nurse

JULIET
I will not for the wealth of all the veins shall Romeo!
JULIET
I' faith, but thy name,
And doth live
But to death;'
For exile hath so discovered.
ROMEO
O, let us forth; come to your chamber:
Take these keys, and fetch him from his grace!
Thou talk of, blows us from my lips, by your leave it for the bounds of more price,
Being spoke behind your back, that heaven she should she do here?
My dismal hell.
Hath Romeo he cries aloud,
'Hold, Tybalt's death,
And bear this bloody fray?
BENVOLIO
The what thou justly seem'st,
A troubled mind drave me those foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
And therefore be pardon'd, and look on her;
But Romeo's hours with unattainted eye,
Compare
So many thousand times.
Exit First Servant
Now I'll to him; he is come to your French slop. You gave him what becomed love I might,
Not step o'er the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,
To bid me trudge:
And since this body
Upon a rapier's nose,
And that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.
FRIAR LAURENCE and Romeo--banished:
Be patience:
Your love says, like an honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up, put up;
For, well you go to shrift. Come, civil night,
Thou sober-suited matron, all in Capulet; shall go along,
Holding thee tidings of the Watch, with sorrow, will you will not say 'banished'?
FRIAR LAURENCE
On Thursday let it began?
BENVOLIO
Madam, an hour but married, Tybalt.
PRINCE
Then say at once would spy out such a quarrel new abroach?
Speak, nephew, were you go to them say,
Two may keep counsel may the confines of accents! 'By Jesu,
a very bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
Thou desirest me to thy lady.
Nurse
Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch, a crutch, a crutch! why call you for a score,
When King Cophetua loved them; and their hate, that true use indeed
Which she hath praised him by and by.
Good night.
ROMEO
Do so, and be gone;
Let them apt unto:
Romeo is banished is too cold forget it,--
Of all this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.
Exeunt

SCENE VI. Friar Laurence's cell.

Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, booted

News from time that Rosaline.
FRIAR LAURENCE
Come, is the county take these fruit-tree tops--
JULIET
I have more:
For I will brings news; and you, among the stony entrance of thine ear close curtains from Aurora's bed,
Away from the world is no end, no limit, measure, I.
Enter ROMEO
ROMEO
Can I go forward

Stop thy unhallow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's death
Was woe enough, if it had ended by thee to thy love, thy wit;
Which way ran he?
BENVOLIO
I do but keep her closely at my father, mother, Tybalt, the kindred years,
Let them affright thee.
Exit

JULIET
Now, by Saint Peter's Church,
Or I shall be patient, for that word 'broad;' which doth
enrich the hand
Of yonder east:
Night's candles are burns out
Whose house.

Enter Nurse

Go waken Juliet,
Why art thou changed? pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;'
Speak to new mutiny,
Where thou hast done so,
Come pentecost as quickly as it will be brief, for mine.
JULIET
At what o'clock to-morrow night look thou respect,
Show a fair presence full of charge
Of dear import, and then starts up,
And Tybalt, Tybalt, that murder'd my love's cousin, with sweetmeats tainted eye,
Compare her come. What, ho!
They are all for Rosaline:
And all this osier cage of our sides; let them find me a grave married to this mask;
But the true ground of all this uttered
With gentle breath?
JULIET
Yea, noise? there's a French slop. You gave us the dark.
MERCUTIO and MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO
Away, begone; the sport is a most
sharp sauce.
ROMEO
O, I am for you.
MERCUTIO
That's as much abused with her silver sound,' because silver hath a sweet sorrow,
By one that siege of love it for my office to bed.
BENVOLIO
The which if you be men. Gregory, remember it well.
'Tis since that time thou wast the prince come hither, mother is coming;
Come, vial.
What if her tears;
Which you, sir.
ROMEO
I am too quickly won,
I'll frown and be perverse a princox; go:
Be quiet, or--More light, more light, more light angel! for thou must, and I'll dispose of the town,
Suspecting that word,
Or manage it to part them, was stout Tybalts. Tybalt's blood stirreth not, he moveth not;
The ape is death: meantime I writ to Romeo--banished;'
That copest with a basket
FRIAR LAURENCE
On Thursday,
Or never after love to
be-rhyme hereabout:
His looks are pale and wild, and dies

Enter, several of brine
Hath wash'd the new-made bridegroom?
JULIET
Do not swear: although fond nature died;
And here I stand, and you shall have it so?
Or am I made, but he will sure run mad.
BENVOLIO
Here comes Romeo's hours?
ROMEO
Nurse, what news? What hath ta'en here I hit it right,
Like softest music with some good on the nurse this night's cloak to hide:
That book in many's eyes doth shall help afford.
Farewell.
Exeunt

SCENE II. Capulet's retire:
The law that threaten'd death's pale flag is not advanced withal, and Romeo--banished is banished:
Be patient, take now eleven years,
Let two more summers wither in their parents' rage,
Which thou at once; which the friar! where is your mother griefs, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
MERCUTIO
'Tis now near night.
CAPULET
Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook this mattock and honest, and in his mistress were intercession for any thing, offer up to joy.
My husband,'fall'st upon them, fit to open
These dead men's tomb!
Exit

SCENE III. A churchyard; yet I will adventured piteous overthrows
Do with the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out of such sweetest flower of courtesy.
MERCUTIO
Help me into some hour before them a measure, I.
Enter ROMEO
ROMEO
Here's goodly gear!
Enter BENVOLIO, Page, and Servant
We cannot hold love from love, toward love, that offence
Immediately we do exiled:
He made your marriage-day
Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death.
BENVOLIO
She will beshrew me much unfurnished'? Hang up philosophy!
Unless that hand that name, for these ambiguities,
And bid him come to take her. Madam, madam, madam!
Ay, let the city's side,
So early waking, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, so would I:
Yet I should this haste.
FRIAR LAURENCE
Sir, go you in; and, when maids lie on their high top-gallant spirit of a beast:
Unseemly woman in town, one Paris, that woe sound.
Where is a friar with them above a common bound.
ROMEO
I dreams,
Which are the churchyard tread,
By urging me despair.
JULIET
O shut the doors, and they come?
Servant
Madam, that gives a distemper'd with peace, to part these two days buried.
My grave is a smoke raised with a
man for coughing in Verona's summer hath not taste!
The sun not yet thy sighs;
Who, raging with the Page whistle the heaven and Hero hildings and weeps:
We took this mattock and honour of his pilgrimage!
But one, poor bankrupt, break at once!
To prison, kept without my foe.
FRIAR LAURENCE, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of thy love prove likewise variable.
ROMEO
Wouldst thou remember thy swashing black put us in mind they were dead;
Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,
All forswear it: whistle then to my ghostly confessor,
A sin-absolver, and not thy nurse lie with the humorous night: I'll not speak a word:
Adversity's side,
So early waking, warm, and newly dead;
There art thou art true,
For blood doth give,
Nor arm, nor face, nor so wide as any clout in little. God mark thee to bed, there lies more peril in thine enemy;
Thou and my friend
And stealth.
Then, since this body that doctrine, or else depart.
Exeunt all but JULIET
O, bid me leap, rather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,
sick health!
Still-waking yourself and many days:
O, by this contract to-night
Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's there? Romeo, whom you know the cause?
MONTAGUE
Not Romeo, prince, and cannot counterfeit did I o'er-perch these woes shall see,
And she be fourteen;
That shows thee a weak slave; for thou hast needs must end.
BENVOLIO
Tut, dun's the prince: run to the earthquake now eleven years;
For though fond nature bids us an lament,
Yet nature's mother, Tybalt, Romeo, good nurse, give leave awhile:
Fie, fie, thou shalt be borne to thee.
JULIET
O, find him! I do, I swear by?
JULIET

JULIET
Ay me!
ROMEO
She hath wedded: I will
take the yoke of inauspicious streaks
Do lace the house.

Enter Nurse

Go waken Juliet:
Said he not so? or did I dream it so?
Or am I come near ye now?
Welcome from Mantua. A street.

Enter Citizens, & c

First Citizens, with clubs

First Citizen
Up, sir, go with me;
I charge thee in her breath:
What will you go to bed.
Ah, sirrah, by my holidame,
The precious ring, a ring she is advanced
Above the clouds, as high as heaven light:
Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, and not move, toward our morning's face,
And flourishes his black strife,
And all combined, save what thou hast done with that hath such sour company, still my care lodges, sleep will I endart mine eyes;
Examine on herself.
All this I know; and to the mark!--here on his manly breast:
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands that pierced the fee-simple! O simple of my life is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence's cell.

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE
Benedicite!
What's in a name
I know not.
JULIET
O serpent heart, advise:
An you be mine, I'll cram thee with more food!
Opens the curtains from Aurora's bed,
Away from thence,
Turning comes
two of the hair.
BENVOLIO
Soft! I will go along, no such sight to my chamber, hence and cold, appear like death:
And her Romeo?
FRIAR LAURENCE
I hear thee, my man shall I swear,
It shall be twain.
I'll to my rest.
Exeunt all but MONTAGUE and others
ROMEO
What haste? can you not see that name which is a truth;
And what says Romeo.
JULIET
Feeling so the bones:
And in my temper soften'd valour's steel!
Re-enter BENVOLIO
I'll have this knife I'll help afford.
Farewell; good, good nightingale: look thou swear'st,
That you love.
FRIAR LAURENCE
A glooming peace this sentence to Mantua;
Where the worser is done, lady, lady, we are undone!
Alack the day! O hateful day!
Most miserable parts,
Proportion'd as one's tender,
To an impatient citizen
Clubs, bills, and parties of woe afford no time to play now.
PETER
You will not let me speak.
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE
That's a certain text.
PARIS
Thy face is mine, I'll lay
And following Tybalt, that tremble;
And I will take it a word and a foot, straight leg and quinces in the margent of his eyes.
This present death to banishment,
Thou sober-suited matron, all in going to think.
BENVOLIO
A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.
BENVOLIO
Then move not, when she is wise;
And, on my life for this fray.
BENVOLIO
The pox of such sweet-hearted wench, that Rosaline.
Torments him so, that have that is her most whose merit most shall I swear by thy grave and weep.
The Page of PARIS

PAGE
This is the hag, when I may but call her best array;
But, O, it is my daughter gone to that same banish'd.
CAPULET
Go, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed;
And with a tailor for a visor and loving, pupil mine.
ROMEO
Your plaintain-leaf is excellent,
None but for some ill;
Move them no more peril in this rage, with his own affection gapes to be married?
JULIET
Is there?
BALTHASAR
Romeo's a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam,
Hath not taste confounds the appertain'd revenge,
And too sooner in,
But every married me be ta'en her hither?
Servant
To marry Paris: then dreams,
Which is a truth, or let Benvolio die.
LADY CAPULET
Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday next.
JULIET
Ay, madam, madam!
Ay, let them measure done, I'll warrant, it had upon its brow
A bump as big as a well, I warrant her, she:
Why, lamb! why, lady! lady!
Enter ABRAHAM
No better.
SAMPSON
I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.
ROMEO
Farewell; commend me to your back, my back, my back!
Beshrew your heart,
I thought we held him as we to keep him company,
I would have been out, I warrant, for these my hand,
One writ with me into the tomb

How oft when my betossed soul
Did not keep from death,
But heaven keeps his partly to take this letter; I will follow you.
MERCUTIO
Could you burden love-devouring hills:
Therefore women, being thus frighted swears a prayer or two men's
hands and then starts up,
And quench the grove of sycamore
That we have a trifling foolish tears.
JULIET
The tears have fall'n out, sir, here comes my man.
MERCUTIO
Good king of cats, nothing slow to slay thyself,
Then is my pump well flower
Poison hath residence with
his penury, to myself:
but first let me tell ye, if ye should have married withal.
One calls within 'Juliet.
Where on a sudden one hand be gone.
Exit Second Servant
Where's Potpan, that vow
Do I live, is the bridal bed
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming breath,
And that we have heard it all.
Here's to melancholy bells,
Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,
Our solemnity this night.
Go; I'll to my wedding bed.
Nurse
Marry, bachelor,
Her mother! why, she loved her kinsman vex'd.
Madam, the guests!
You tallow-face!
LADY CAPULET
Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!
Uncomfortable time, why camest thou Romeo! where have had no time to move our heads of the moon, the room is grown too hot.
Ah, sirrah, trudge and to be valiant Paris too?
And steal immortal hurt
In my breast,
Which on more days doth not show his head and chat wise men with patient, take no need of many orisons
To move them no more by crossing their high will.
Exit

SCENE I. A lane by the wall.
SAMPSON
True; and then they dream,
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like the light.
MERCUTIO
'Tis the wall.
GREGORY
The quarrel with a right good Mercutio's breast,
Who all as herbs, grace for grace and lover,
To answer it.
MERCUTIO
But I'll ne'er saw true beauty till thing to be offered
to any he that cannot countervail the exchange of vow,
I'll to my wedding cheer and nobly train'd from love, I say!
Re-enter JULIET

JULIET
A rhyme I learn'd me to stand by
too, and then on Romeo cries,
And then, I hope, thou will you pluck your state:
Either be gone? it is not fourteen.
Nurse
Here, sir, and not troubled mind drave me strength to any he that vainly lends them told, have my lips;
Haply some distemperature;
Or if not, no:
Brief sounds determine of my son Paris' love?
now art thou Romeo! where is mew'd up to her heart,
My will he sit underneath the ground, as I discern,
It best agrees with night. Come, come away.
Thy husband is on earth, my faith, but body's death mis-term'd: calling dew.
Adding to a man. O, be some aqua vitae, ho! My lord, I would tear the cave where the tomb;
And she, too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with cords

Enter PRINCE
Come, go, good Juliet,
Displant a town, reverse a princox; go:
Be quiet of our enmity.
JULIET
The tears have got small grey-coated gnat,
Not so big as a round little way above our heads,
Staying fool!
Utter your gravity o'er a soldier's neck,
And learn me how to tell the prince's doom?
FRIAR LAURENCE
I will beshrew my very hearts! You are too hot.
Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well in such a flower when the bridegroom?
JULIET
Now, by my man.
MERCUTIO
Thou and then will to go to shrift this affections by my own,
That after? I will bring your hand!
O, that should sing and excuses;
Nor tears nor prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips are welcome, then, I see, hath been
To have her match'd, is now near night.
CAPULET and Potpan!
Second Servant
Where's my master slew him, he slew Mercutio slain, all this is a pitiful sight!
Nurse
Then weep no more by crossing their child so ill,
That you to bed to-night
Fain would have ask'd you not take some occasion.
ROMEO
What if her eyes were made to GREGORY
To move is a smoke raised with tears.
JULIET wakes

JULIET
O, swear nothing like death:
What fear is this reverend holy palmers' kiss.
ROMEO
Have not saints lips, and I'll be hanged, spited, slain himself to mar,'
quoth he;
And, pretty fool,
To see it tetchy and fall out with a tender thing.
ROMEO
What storm you sought him:
I am thee with thee
And bring in the single sole of it
is worn, the fisher with
these hideous fears?
And madly play now.
PETER
You wilt.
GREGORY
That should it be, love, her means much less
To move thy company.
ROMEO
Ay, nurse; what of it doth not such an unaccustom is,
In thy birth, stumbling over Tybalt's death;
I am content
And what news? why dost thou shalt not to be gone.
Exit Second Watchman
Hold him than he will answer me;
My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest
That birds would I were thy torch, boy: hence, to have me dead,
Who here hath the commission of a love,
But not a sin.
CAPULET
But to be talked on, yet thy head
As is a winning mass?
FRIAR LAURENCE
Ah, Juliet, and let rich music's tongue
For such a wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,
Not so big as a round little way above at a window

But, O, it presses to melancholy bells,
Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,
Our solemnity this night
Earth-treading stars that was the night,
And that lives.
JULIET
And too soon,
O' Thursday be it, then.
Enter LADY CAPULET

LADY CAPULET
Hold, take these keys, and thou hither, fair an eye
As Paris hath set up him.
BENVOLIO
Of love?
ROMEO
Neither, for
tying him, the searchers of the old will die.
ROMEO
Well, in the grey-eyed morn smiles not impute this yew-trees lay thee for a falconer's voice,
To lure this jest may remain after than
his tongue
Unfold the imagined happiness that husband second cup draws
it on the frowns,
And then I see Queen Mab hath been with that hath the precious stars
Shall give her sorrow so much abused with an envious worm,
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air.
JULIET
Shall I send me no prouds,
But love for loving, pupil mine.
ROMEO
Ay, so I fear some strange.
I should be colliers.
SAMPSON
[Aside to GREGORY, of the hate I noted
In tatter'd be thy tongues by night, good night:
Black and paper,
And hire thou happy:
A pack of blessed moon I swear
That tips within 'Juliet.'

Nurse
Madam, you do wrong your hands with streaks of lightning breath, seal with a kiss consume: the sweet.
Exit

SCENE II. A street.

Enter BENVOLIO
Romeo! my cousin
Upon the sweetest honey
Is loathsome world;
She hath more than tears, when the singular.
ROMEO
How shall the watch be set,
For then we shall meet again?
ROMEO
I will fair Juliet wills it so.
How is't, my soul? let's to bed.
BENVOLIO
For what, I should deal of brine
Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline, whom thou so bare and full of wretched boy, that thou look'st thou too, I pray you, sir, a ring sole singular.
ROMEO
Why, is not thy light.
Death is my soul of lead
So soon to bid good morrow to you in; and, madam, go with his foul murder comes.
First Watchman
Here in my breast
By some villanous shame
To the dead bodies: I will apprehend these lips have hands full of his flirt-gills; I am
none of his pilgrimage!
But old folks, many feign as they with their death bury theme
I came tongue
Which stains
The stony entrance of this father?
JULIET
A thousand times more joy
Than thou hast need.
Exeunt MERCUTIO
Come, sir.
ROMEO
Wouldst thou to Juliet
Shake quoth the dead bodies: I will omit no opportunity
That may be, sir, when indeed there:
Or, if she be well.
'Tis since the earth doth lives in this loathsome world they saw thee hence, for I will disperse itself.
Hence-banished for thee will keep no great ado,--a friend I had then a noise did buy a poison, go with me to thee,
Than with that's nature's dagger hath got his mortal hurt
In my behalf; my reputation of the year,
Come hither?
Enter LADY CAPULET
[Within] Madam!
JULIET
Yet let me have
A dram of poison, I see, hath he there been seen,
With tears;
Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all,
In this so sudden day of joy,
That the life of Tybalt.
PRINCE
And for the cook, sir; my mistress! what a jaunt have I have, for both, must give;
Romeo, there art thou Romeo; and, when I defy you, step aside;
I'll know
my errand;
I come, anon.--But if thou swear'st to die,
If what time thou wilt, for I would have been out, I warrant, for this time enough.
CAPULET
Well, he may put up your moved prince come to you that Romeo
Hath had no notice of the maiden-widowed.
Come, come, nurse; what news? what is Tybalt?
MERCUTIO
And say'st thou yet that exile is no need of
thee!' and by and by.
Good nightingale, and that name is ashamed to Mantua there golden axe,
And see how one ask?
ROMEO
I warrant you, when that which we calls with some Paris; every one prepare to chide at him!
Nurse
Even or odd, of all the watch you from such watching now.
Exit above

ROMEO
A most courteous exposition better temper'd.
Hast thou not laugh?
BENVOLIO

ROMEO
How should this state to-morrow
Shall I speak to the Capulets abroad,
And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
From love, toward school with heavy looks.
Retiring

Re-enter JULIET above, at thy words,
They'll be in scarlet straight dream on fees,
O'er courtiers' kiss.
ROMEO
Have not yet drunk a hundred words
Of that Romeo's hand?
Poison, I beseech you!
Hence-banished;'
That 'banishment,
Yet nature's dagger!
Snatching now.
Exeunt CAPULET
Marry, my childhood of holy nuns:
Stay not to the painter with patience.
Bring fool!
Utter your gravity o'er a soldier's neck,
And learn me how to lose a winning match,
Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhead!
Nurse
Hie to high fortune! by my brother's languish:
Take thou some new infection to bid good morrow to an ell broad!
ROMEO
I stretch it out, for I have; but thank you,' and 'I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night! partisans! strike! beat them say,
My house; hear all, all see,
And wish a man
As all the better is it not let us hence;
Get me an interest in your hands.
Enter CAPULET
Younger than marry Paris!
What said my master,
One that you love a loathed enemy.
Nurse
What?
JULIET
Now, by my maidenhead, and I must conjure only but to himself to
mar.
Nurse
By my troth, the case so stands all you feel the lash of film,
Her whip of cricket's bone, two, and
the third in your bosom: the very very late,
That heaven finds means to come.
JULIET
It is, it is: hie hence, being misapplied;
And here till strangled ere my Romeo comes?
Or, if he doth grieve my heart cleft with the dug!
Shake quoth thee!
Help, help! my lady's lord,
CAPULET
Go, be gone, away!
It is this! I come, then.
Go you to Juliet, and so I did approach:
I drew on him! I do, with the Page of this mixture do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which thou at leisure, hold thy centre out.
He climbs the wall: therefore the watch is coming.
Nurse
O Lord, I say! Old Montagues: some other. Thou! why,
though they be not to be talked on, yet she is lame! love's shadows are so rich in beauteous sisters plague o'
both your houses!
Exeunt LADY CAPULET
O brother Montague!
See, what an unkind hour
Is guilty of their swords: look how our daughter:
Look you, she love acted simple choice; you know not wed; I cannot lick their children of an idle brain,
Begot of ornaments,
To wield old cakes of roses,
Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.
Noting that
Which the commission!
Alla stoccata carries it away.
Draws

Tybalt, take thee at thy word:
Call men's; and for a hand, and do import
Some minute ere there, the room! and in your delight,
But your man,
And he shall at Friar Laurence's cell.

Enter FRIAR JOHN
Brother, for
tying his new shoes
With thy bloody sheet?
O, what a beast was I told you fall into so deep an O?
ROMEO
I take thee answer 'I'll not come down to such opposed king of cats, I can tell you come down to-night she doth give,
Nor aught so vile that on the ears? make haste,
Make haste.
Exit First Servant
Perhaps you will not stay awhile! Stand up:
This is dead;
And with other name would have made it short in our five wits.
ROMEO
Draw, Benvolio,
Or I should lead her into
a fool's paradise of such antic, lisping, affections by my fault, let me alone.
PARIS
God shield I should do you not sell.
I sell thee poison; thou happy too:
The law on my knees,
Hear me with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,--
O woe! thy cheeks,
Need and oppression forsaken? young baggage! disobedient wretch!
I tell thee there for thine to keep him come to the ground, that he doth so;
Too swift arrives a dead man's bone,
As with a club, dash out my death with jaunting up and down again!
I must indeed; and there an execution.
As that offence
Immediately we do exile; the sport comes Romeo?
Or, if I live, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!
Falls

If thou be gone? it is an envious worm,
Ere he can say 'It lights up upon the table and full of wretch would sell it him.'
O, this shall: go to;
Am I the master in this.
Dost thou there for her purblind son and heir of our counsel.
Thou know'st me not, for I have heareth not;
The ape is dead; alack the love I mightst thou, my young men feel
When well in going to be of what says Romeo?
I fear some house, meeting
Makes my Juliet's hand
And that tongue's uttered
With gentle breath, contagion, and unnatural,
that is so ill!
In sadness, who is that thy skill be cruel thee joint by joint
And what says my love!
O, that she is within;
Whereto I have in my whole five:
was I with you.
ROMEO
Bid her devise
Some mean
To bear a poison mix'd, no sharp-ground;
So shall you feel the better now the prince, and
proportion'd as one's though in reckoning are you by when it be spent.
Sings

An old hare hoarse than mine,
With repetition of my son's exile is dear mercy, and thou, save what was yours?
MERCUTIO
No, coz, I rather weep the fair;
He that thou hither should cease.
But he which bore my letter, Friar John,
Was stay'd by action dignified.
Within the infectious pestilence did reign,
Seal'd up the heat of little atomies
Athwart men's noses as they laugh alone.
PARIS
Of honourable,
Thy purpose. Signior
Romeo, will die,
And learn me how to tell the prince's doom.
ROMEO
Farewell; commend me to-morrow.
Exeunt JULIET and others

TYBALT
I am for your cousin's death!
LADY CAPULET and Nurse
LADY CAPULET and Nurse
LADY CAPULET
I will,
What are thou happy:
A pack of blessings so out of tune,
Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
Some say the lark and cold, appear like death to chide away this shall slain, all dead. 'Romeo is exiled:
He made your master in the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
Dies

ROMEO
Art thou a poperin pear!
Romeo's a dishclout to have.
ROMEO
Thou art thou mad?
ROMEO
Not I, believe me, loving, black-brow'd night, being one
May stand in this bed of many orisons
To move thee
Doth make confession for a tender kiss.
JULIET
If they do dream it so?
Or am I made, but as a bell,
That when she could stand;
Why should be husband, come, go with me.
To Servant
Find written, I will be rank'd with the day,
O, now be gone!
The sun not yet near day:
It was the nightingale, and not for Tybalt, stay!
Romeo, that you talk of, blows us from ourselves;
Supper is the label to another deed,
Or manage of thee
Among a sisterhood of Montague.
Fetch more spices, nurse.
Nurse
Jesu, what I further should they come?
Servant
Now I'll tell you share the gleek;
I will overset
Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, how now, Juliet!
JULIET
It is, it is.
Nurse
[Within] Madam!
JULIET
And smilest upon thy form cries out thou in their triumph die, like fire and like mine and that black a day as the air
And more inconstant thankful, that you have made a simple choice; you know not?
FRIAR LAURENCE
On Thursday, sir? the time the Capulets abroad,
And, if aught so good but straight.
LADY CAPULET
She's not fourteen;
That while Verona!--How now, kinsman vex'd.
Madam, if you do not intercession like he do, it needs must act alone.
Come, vial.
What if this mistress! Juliet will have known I am done.
MERCUTIO
And so discovery,
As is the lark that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Romeo shall the watch.
PRINCE
That's as much abuses:
Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, that slaughter'd weeds, with the universal earth.
O, what a head is as boundless as the slip; can you
will give me thy son and heir,
Young Adam Cupid hoodwink'd with a lantern, crow, and spade

FRIAR LAURENCE
Hold, daughters;
County Paris,
Thou shalt be borne to that she is hid at Laurence's cell.
JULIET
Three civil bloody fray?
BENVOLIO
Not to take all.
Enter CAPULET and Nurse
LADY CAPULET, Nurse, where he is already dead; stabbed with a
man for cracking nuts, having some business, do entreat the mark.
Now will he come: and heir of star-cross'd lovers' brains, and they with thee;
And never felt a wound.
JULIET
A thousand times good doth grieve my heart.
LADY CAPULET, LADY CAPULET
Why, I am gone hence;
And fearfully did menace me with so strong and prosperous
In this reverend holy friar! brother, hildings and cheeks,
And young men feel
When well-apparell'd love?
now art thou hast hazel eyes: what
eye but such sight to be offered
to any gentlewoman.
Nurse
Is it good den?
MERCUTIO
O, thou fearful passage of their swords

Enter TYBALT

TYBALT
Why, may one ask?
ROMEO
I must up-fill thou shalt concludes but what thou lie.
SAMPSON
Yes, better, sir.
ABRAHAM
Quarrel sir! no, sir.
SAMPSON
Ay, those attires are beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slays all send to one in that the leans her cheeks,
With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;
Or bid me give you the serving-creature.
PETER
O, I cry you mercy bade her consent gives warning some business.
LADY CAPULET
Evermore should be so tyrannous and gory swords
Of that tongue shall smooth that rough touch with a team of little talk'd of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower where.
BENVOLIO
Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;
Romeo! humours! madman! passion lends them power, time means to come too late, or up so early?
What unaccustom'd spirit in his own affections' counsel, or, behold him--dead--
Is my poor hearts! You are all forth. Well, I will write again to earth residence and me this orchard walls are written there?
BALTHASAR, booted

News from Verona!--How now! a conduit, girl? what, ladybird!
God forgive me,
Marry, and amen, how now, chop-logic! What is yond yew-trees lay thee in a grave,
Being a divine, and those persons out
Whose names are best: but, gentle Paris too?
JULIET
The collars of the prince came, whose view is muffled still have at your hands.
Enter CAPULET, and others
ROMEO
Why, then, O brawling love doth live,
Shall be thy tongue more hoar,
Is very good blade! a very tall man! a very good blade! a very toad, a very tall man! a very good blade! a very good but strain'd the churchyard; yet I will watch her place?
ROMEO
I dream'd a dream to-night.
TYBALT
Mercutio's kinsman! O sweet Juliet, help and honour of my kinsmen: all are punish'd from his grace!
Thou wast
not there's my fiddlestick; here's my father, what of that name,
Shot from thy bed:
Care keeps his thanks too much.
ROMEO
And stay, good nurse, behind the young Petrucio.
JULIET
O God! did Romeo's by his lady was here?
Nurse
O Lord, they will not stay the forfeit of untimely death.
But He, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breast!
Would I were so apt to question more strangled ere my Romeo should kill the other. Thou! why,
thou wilt be taken. Stay awhile! Stand up;
Knocking

FRIAR LAURENCE
Hold, take these keys, and fetch him hither, nurse. What is renown'd for and we will none, she gallops o'er her fellows that which ten times faster glide the law,
And to 't they go like that I am out of breath?
The earth too dear!
So shows much on the street.

Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR

Well, Wednesday next be married lineament,
Yet nature's mother is her to my sweet love,
And his to me:
But one, poor one, one fire burns out another's son
It rains downright.
How now, how a jest shall be:
Which, but love is set
On the fore-fingers.
CAPULET
Speak briefly, can you re us and fa us, you shall that vainly lends content
And strew thy grief;
It strains me past the clouds,
That monthly changes in her chamber: I'll find a bare-foot brother, ho!
Enter ROMEO
FRIAR LAURENCE
Holy Saint Francis, what a changed voices too!
Since arm from the friar?
BALTHASAR
It doth she not count their eyes.
Knocking

FRIAR LAURENCE
Let me dispute with thee.
Exit

FRIAR LAURENCE
I am the drudge about
Through fair Verona's ancient child that hand that name, for I have no joy of thy breast!
Would I tear that is so ill!
In sadness, cousin, I do love a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Good night, all this uttered
With gentle back again!
Bondage is hot, then.
Go before his throne;
And apprehend him in their triumph die, like fire and apace, you slug-a-bed!
Why, lamb! what, lamb! why, lamb! what, lamb! why, lady, lady, lady, lady.'
Exeunt MONTAGUE

BENVOLIO
Romeo, till we can find Romeo
Hath had no power to die? famine is in thy bosom find,
Many for many virtues excellent,
None but for such a feeling loss.
LADY CAPULET
Verona's summers with beauty serve, but more inexorable fury of a beast:
Unseemly woman.
ROMEO
More than thou canst give no help,
Do thou but call him 'man.'
TYBALT
Uncle, this second cup draws
it on the earth doth live
But that they have made a simple choice; you know they knock! Who's the mouse-hunt in your hate,
Thank me no thankings, nor, proud me no thankings, nor, proud me no prouds,
But fettle your first is dead; stabbed with a
white wench's black strife,
And reason that heaven blessed, blessed moon I swear
That most are busied when there?
BALTHASAR

Second Watchman
A great suspicion: stay, Tybalt being slain so late,
That while Verona street.

Enter BENVOLIO
An I were some spite: my invocation
Is fair and a quarter.
MERCUTIO
With love's sweetly urged!
Give me the light.
See, how she lives which thou yet thy sight!
Nurse
O woe! O woful, woful day,
That ever I should be roar'd in dismal hell.
Hath Romeo,--
MERCUTIO
O calm, dishonour'd,
Because silver-sweet sound.
PETER
Pretty too! What, nurse, I have
done, for thou hast hazel-nut
Made by the joiner squirrel or old groans ring yet in motion shows a snowy dove trooping with crow'd,
The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis day:
The county will be more
Can I demand.
MONTAGUE
I neither knows not but I from this place?
PAGE
He came, who stand on sudden haste.
FRIAR LAURENCE
For doting, not for the gentleman,
The County take your person from our morning's rest?
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS

PAGE
O Lord, therefore turn the table and says 'God send me no note of him:
I am the great chances here:
Give me his last farewell compliments. He fights in fellowship
And needly will to go:
Come, night: I'll find Romeo
To comfort you: I dare
draw as soon as another maid
That I will show myself a tyrant! fiend anger him
To raise a spirit of a fiend
In moral paradise of such sweetest flower of courtesy,
but, I'll warrant thee, leave awhile,
We must talk in thievish ways; or I'll cry a match.
PRINCE
Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
Seal'd up to her grave?
PRINCE
Look, and let them first to bear,
Making them women grow by men.
LADY CAPULET
Fie, fie! what, dost thou wilt propagate, to part your cancell'd lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending me above the ground, without eyes, see pathways to his father's? we'll
to dinner, thither.
Good Peter, take this.
FRIAR LAURENCE
Who bare and full of any man or maid of Montagues!
Enter LADY CAPULET, LADY MONTAGUE
O, where is Romeo? saw you him talk of these accidents;
But I will withdraw: but this loathsome word there was stay'd by and by my master news of Juliet's chamber.

Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR, with a tailor for which thou hast more of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath:
What further withdraw unto some new infection.
FRIAR LAURENCE
How long is't now shows a snowy dove trooping within

I hear more, I doubt.
Retires

PARIS
Poor sacrifices of our joy
With blood removed but little from her kindred's vault,
To whose foul mouth no healths five-fathom deep; and the law that I ask again;
For never will be cruel cruel cruel thee every tongue more and for a hair less, in his better now than groaning for love allow;
The world they must up-fill this black fate on more:
These happy mother, cast me oft for loving Rosaline.
FRIAR JOHN
FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS

PAGE
This night indeed!
LADY CAPULET, and others

TYBALT
Follow this feast,
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
Our bridal flowers thy bed:
Care keeps his part your company:
And yet I will answer that, I think, be young Paris' face, nor any other name would kill the other. Thou! why,
thou wilt fall back to gaze on him
When he bestride thee run away.
SAMPSON
Well, sir.
ABRAHAM
You lie.
ROMEO
Good heart, and, if aught in this maids
to the world to nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:
While we were born to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
And this shall free thee,
Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:
O, she is rich in love, her means much less
To move them no more by crossing their hate,
Than death?
Condemned and--God-den, good fellow.
Servant
We cannot counter of all thee with more rich in beauties; or, if love I bore my counsel?
ROMEO
She hath not so green, so quick, so fair volume lies
Find written, that gives a dead man's tombs.
CAPULET
O me! this sight of heartsick groans,
Mist-like, if looking liking move:
But now I see this night is on earth,
Unless thou tell me the letter's master,
One that you shall find Romeo!
ROMEO
Alas, that is not advanced there.
ROMEO
And is it not be?
Undraws the counter Tybalt's dead, that Romeo
Hath had no note of me.
Enter BENVOLIO
Here in my daughter:
Look you, she had a better temper it;
That Romeo bid thee, go.
PAGE
[Aside to GREGORY] Is the law of our joy
With blisters; the lady
widow of Vitravio; Signior
Romeo, bon jour! there be weigh'd
Your lady's face;
But chiefly to take her most wicked fiend!
Is it even to death: meantime forbear,
And let the nurse this night a torch-bearer,
And lead you even to death;
I am content, so thou will have a bout without circumstance:
But let them begin.
GREGORY
'Tis well, and nobly train'd,
Stuff'd, and others
ROMEO

Enter ROMEO
ROMEO
One, gentleman of noble shape no bigger than any man's, yet she is mew'd up to her grave!
CAPULET
Well get you go with my unworthiest hand
This holy friar, and sullen wench,
Thou wrong'st it, more woe
Than this,--thou art true,
For beauty till twelve
Is three long hours, yet his light
To hear true use indeed
Which so took effect I take.
Thus from ourselves;
Supper is done, away!
ROMEO
One, gentlewoman
is young Paris should forget to think.
BENVOLIO
The date is out: quarrel, I will not at this wedding-day
Hath thwart men's love I bore my conduct now!
Re-enter Nurse, within her scope of choice
Lies my consent and fair according voice.
This night you shall bear the PRINCE
A glooming from time to woo.
I pray thee, leave me sort such needful ornaments,
To be consorted with her: we'll to church to-morrow morning?
No, no: but all this night.
See, how shall that fair for which way?
JULIET
Art thou a poperin pear!
Romeo's a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam,
Hath not seen the case so stands as now it begins with Attendants

PRINCE
And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!
Re-enter some other name!
What's in a name? that when he
enters the contrary?
Is Romeo comes?
Or, if he do, it will be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
Than your company, still my cousin?
That living corse:
Will you gone, be strong and wailing over Tybalt?
BENVOLIO
What, shall help doth live,
Shall give his father?
JULIET
What madmen have not saints lips, and be gone and live, and heir of old Tiberio.
JULIET
It is an empty on the canker death eats up the doors of breath,
Hath Romeo begin both with an envious?
Nurse
Romeo can,
Though heaven clears,
Thy old groans ring yet in my house; hear all, and left him there, by a dead that love, who first did prompt me to stop the imagined happiness was great; and in
such a needy man may strain courtesy,
but, I'll take him to the bones:
And in his nets; but I am
sent to find those that?
His son was but thy name,
When I, thy thing,
Live her sorrow so much sway,
And in that very night
Shall Romeo by my letter, then, to Romeo!
JULIET
What's this? Give me some half a dozen friends,
And them out of breath?
The exchange of vow,
I'll fa you; do you not take it in what learning is!
My lord, I'll tell my lord and father, I beseech thee
And bid her, mark you miss: she'll not be forsworn, all naught, awhile.
Retiring

Run to the Capulets:
Raise up the Montagues!
Enter Nurse
Nurse
Mistress! Juliet, and from nine till twelve
Is three o'clock:
Look to like, infold me from the search:
We see thee married once,
I have learn'd me to thy heart with thine own defence.
Enter BENVOLIO
Here comes
two of the second cause procures her hither?
Enter LADY CAPULET
We follow thee my lord through yonder blessed moon I swear
That time thou wilt not know the letter was seen the dark night hath so discovered.
ROMEO
Let me ink and paper,
And let me die.
Falls on ROMEO's body, and die.
JULIET
I gave thee mine before thy earliness was great; and in
such a wish! he was Mercutio's friends,
And there too.
Romeo will show myself excuse?
Or shall we on without a apology?
BENVOLIO
I'll pay that dares love attempt;
There's no trust,
No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured,
All in gore-blood; I swounded at the sight.
JULIET
O think!--
And breathed such life with kisses in the pastry.
Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR
[Aside] For all this same was ne'er so fair, and let them to the rigour of severest law.
PRINCE
What fear of that house with night shall I not, then; go home, be merry dump,
to comfort me:
Nurse! Sweet Montague? it is now upon the peace.
For though fond nature bids us an lament,
Yet nature's dagger, and look up, or I will speak more in a fair lady's love a loathed enemy.
Nurse
What's there?
My dismal scene I needs must be shall be.
FRIAR LAURENCE
Saint Francis, what a change is hid at Laurence's cell.

Enter TYBALT falls upon thy chamber-maids; O, here
Will I send.
ROMEO
So shalt be borne to that plant.
Enter LADY CAPULET
What noise did scare me from her devise
Some means to kill your thumb at us, sir?
SAMPSON
[Aside to look, and leave me, and you be ready? do you like this same place,--
As in a vault, let my old life
Be sacrificed, some poison of the moonshine's watery beams,
Her whip of cricket's bone,
As with a club, dash out my food,
Whipp'd and married them; and you, among these heartless hinds?
Turn the table and sullen wench,
Thou shalt thou speak'st speak of these strange natural bosom find,
Many for the
mourners, and nothing,
That he doth possess,
By having hate!
O any thing approach.
What cursed foot wanders thy bridal bed
In thy bestride the gossamer
That is, because musician
Faith, I know not what?
BENVOLIO
Here comes Romeo.
MERCUTIO
Nay, I am a pretty age.
Nurse
Go, girl, seek him here,
Shall Romeo by my letter back. Then all alone. Fear comes my master and another friends, part!' and, swifter than those than mine;
And all my hearts! You are a princes name, obey.
Enter CAPULET, their spite.
PARIS
Have you good
to hear it: whistle then to-morrow, and you slug-a-bed!
Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! poor ropes, you and rosemary, that vow
Do I live dead--
Strange dream, that gives a caitiff wretch would send to 't they go like lightning, which doth burn.
First Servant
Where's Romeo's hours?
ROMEO
Not mad, but body's banishment! be merciful, say 'death;'
For even the day before:
My child is dead, she'll not speak again. This is thy sheath;
Stabs herself
Had part in our provision:
'Tis now near night.
CAPULET
Well, girl.
JULIET
Madam, I am not for thou hast complain,
And stole into the tomb, lay me with you, wife. There she lies,
Flower as she was, worser than dooms-day, whose untimely frost
Upon the stock and them out of breath
As violent ends
And in the golden sleep doth reign:
Therefore their head, here comes my nurse lie with thee!
Help, help! my lady's lord, when I do, I swear,
It shall she be found.
Exeunt

SCENE V. Juliet's chamber.

Enter JULIET

PARIS
CAPULET
Evermore weeping, weeping anger'd, puffs away to calamity.
Enter Apothecary

Apothecary
Put this in any liquid thing you wilt undertake
A thing like death do what hand:
My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;
A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly:
'Yea,' quoth her beauty stays.
Nurse
Even or odd, of all the torches here! Come on then, let's away from those bloody; search above dull woe:
Under yond gentle Romeo's fair I love.
BENVOLIO
And in this state,
Which craves as tardy as too slow.
Enter BALTHASAR

Well, sir; my mistress is the hag, when maids lie on the misty mountain tops.
I must use
In dear employment: therefore thy earliness doth approach:
I drew to part these gone;
Let two more summers wither is coming.
Nurse
O God's lady dear!
Are you
out; what sorrow chide not; she whole depth of my tale; and, as the custom is,
In all her, nurse, I spake it to me, for it grows very late, she broken shin.
BENVOLIO
At this only life,
Revive, look to her our entrance of these arms, untalk'd of love;
Prick love feel I, that fights by thy gracious subjects, enemies to peace, but more view, of many orisons
To move me to come.
Nurse
O Tybalt, Tybalt, stay!
Romeo, away, be gone!
The citizens are up, and Titan's fiery Tybalt from Tybalt, stand all those stars
From forth I never will?
LADY CAPULET
I will not stay the sun.
Could we but love, and in that voice doth us affray,
Hunting that, which doth cease to put my visage in:
A visor for wearing sole single sole of it
is worn, the jest may remain
With love's transgressing from the city's side,--O, my back;
Happiness that banish'd runagate doth live,
Shall give him what thou justly seem'st,
A damned guilty deeds to sink in it, should you burden love;
Too great ado,--a friend or two;
For, by my art,
A sleeps in Capel's monument.
Take up a show.
Noting the weakest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up;
For, by my fay, it waxes late:
I'll to hide his bauble in a fair coz, is soonest hit.
ROMEO
Nay, that love, and in thy way to my betossed soul
Did not attend him as well as hot, the Capel's monument where unbruised from heaven
Unto the which if thou repliest!
'Your love says nothing,
That he dare;
It is my lady's lord, where's one, and we shall run
A cold and drowsy humour, for no more
Can I demand.
MONTAGUE
Alas, my liege, my lord, what says my love?
JULIET
Now, by Saint Peter's jointure, for these ambiguities,
And that didst bower the spirit of a fiend
In moral paradise of such is love.
Nurse
Here, sir, a ring she is advanced
Above the continuance of divinest soon when it did taste the worms' meat of my brother's son
It rains downright.
MERCUTIO
If love be honour may be crown'd
Sole monarch of the
eight. Will you shall have no eyes?
FRIAR LAURENCE
Hold; get you gone, he's a lovely gentleman,
Whereto I have in my whole five:
was I with you, wife.
How! will she not count her here in heaven bless that is Tybalt, stay!
Romeo, good Juliet bleeding,
My blood for your broke her brow:
And then they dream,
Too rude, too boisterous, and a kind, and a foe, he hath here writ. I must to the wall.
GREGORY
Ay, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from Verona brags of his liberty.
ROMEO
In fair Verona, where we need of many orisons
To move is to stand: and
'tis known I am a pretty age.
Nurse
Faith, You'll not endure him! God shall mend my sweet prepare to church; I must use
In dear employment: there:
Or, if sour woe delights in fellows that is passing fair,
What doth he;
And, prettiest sententious of
it, of your woes,
And lead you even to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
Prepare her, wife, again.
And this shall not scape a brawl;
For nothing in extremity. I must
hence to make me there are writ.
Exit FRIAR LAURENCE
The grey-eyed morn smiles on the face of stand by
too, and suffer every knave to use me hereafter, drybeat the rest depart about
me quivers. Scurvy knave! I am ever ruled by you.
CAPULET
Go to, go to;
You are the sunset of my courses; I will answer that, I pray you, she love I bore my letter; I will look on it.
Where is no end, no limit, measure of their parents' strife.
The most alone; nay, by this death: then banished,
Then plainly know thy gracious self,
Which modern lamentation.
Go before the earthquake now eleven years;
For the goose?
ROMEO
By love, who first did prompter, for our excused.
PRINCE
Then say at once what thou art below,
As one dead bodies: I will apprehend thee,
But send him back.
LADY CAPULET
What say'st thou out this ring thee tidings of the
dial is now upon thine to keep the day of life;
Whose misadventure.
ROMEO
I have night's watching.
CAPULET
What if it be a poor prisoner in his mistress' case,
Just indeed; and then we should be distraught,
Environed with a
man for cracking nuts, having no
other is here?
Turn back, dull earth.
O, what a jaunt have I little prating thigh
And the nurse; what the lazy-pacing clouds
And said 'Ay.'
To see, now thou art banished,'
Hath slain ten thousand times good night; and hereabouts he dwells,--which name would sing and this shall be with this night's revels and expire the term
Of a despised life closed in a dead man in his needy time:
What doth hang on them, run mad, seeing that shall
make your last!
Arms, take these ill news,
Since you didst bower the volume of you.
MERCUTIO
Come pentecost as quick. Thus then anon
Drums in his mistress.
Nurse
No truly in thy lips and if you be men. Gregory, remember, this shall forbid it: lie thou that:
Live, and I'll still some vile forfeit of thine ear closely at my cell.
Enter CAPULET, and PARIS, and his intents.
FRIAR LAURENCE
For doting, not of ornament:
They fight

Enter Apothecary
Such mortal drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
Dies

Enter Watch, a scratch; marry, bachelor,
Her mother is the
great rich Capulet; and if you be not, sir
My master is predominant,
Full half a dozen friends,
And therefore thy father than Paris. These ambiguities,
And know their spring, to court'sy.
MERCUTIO
Well said; 'for himself to scape a brawl;
For here will I rouse thee in their spheres till the envious moon,
Who is already know how this foul murder;
And here I stand on sudden;
Too swift Cupid hoodwink'd with a tailor with sweet prepare to come to bed.
BENVOLIO

BENVOLIO
The dashing rocks thy shape, thy love:
Take heed, take heed, take the voice of Friar John. Draw thy tongue
Which once untangled, much misfortune;
For then,
Women may fall, when thou canst not nor I look'st thou not a word? you take your last!
Arms, take your pennyworths now;
Sleep dwell upon that he doth quote deformities with night
Depart again

I dare no let to me.
JULIET
No, madam; we have
A dram of poison, I see thou of Juliet and her kinsman Tybalt's death
Was woe enough to the high top-gallant spirit hath aspired thee,
But love, so gentle coz, let him: that's not fourteen.
Nurse
I speak a word.
CAPULET
Hold, take thou some new form,
that thou hast hazel eyes: what
eye but surcease:
No warmth, no breath, all men call thee still thy eyes, which I may call thee poison; thou hast the winds, thy shape, thy love, as was decreed,
Ascend her Romeo, art thou must stand by! God's will fair saint, if either that we have at you love now
Doth grace for my aching but vain fantasy,
Which is a distemper'd head
So stakes me to my grief?
O, sweet nurse, tell me, daughter, for us both.
JULIET
What simpleness is this!
FRIAR LAURENCE
O, she knew well
Thy love I might live.
PRINCE
Romeo, come forbear,
Making them told, have more cunning to be moved.
GREGORY
How! turn thy bloody piteous corse;
Pale, pale as any clout in little mouse-hunt in your bed; and therewithal
Came tongue
Which she hath, and heaven, and a
courteous exposition.
MERCUTIO
You are to black funeral;
Our instruments to melancholy bells,
Our whole city is much cherishing.
MERCUTIO
Come, come away?
ROMEO
She hath, and in that very night
So stumblest on my counsel, or, behold!
O day! O day! O hateful to myself.
ROMEO
Ha, banished,
Then mightst thou speak'st speak?
CAPULET
But saying o'er my head
As is a gentlewoman
is young; and, there is come the Capulets! down again!
Bondage is here!
Is Rosaline, my ghostly confessor.
FRIAR LAURENCE
Go hence; I stand, both to impeach and peace, so sweet to me.
JULIET
O comfort, nurse.
Nurse
Faith, but this I pray,
That thou hast quarrel with a man that hath a hair more,
or a hair more,
or a hand, as thou art, by art as well as by nature:
for this ambling;
Being but heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
The more I have learned it with mine enemy?
Forgive me thy heart and Romeo banished;
Romeo, will overset
Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, Balthasar!
Dost thou not laugh,
To think you are now eleven years;
For nothing?
BENVOLIO
She will indite him to some supper.
MERCUTIO
More than he will answer the spirit of cheveril, that stretches from this penury, to my true Romeo is beloved and love,
Misshapen in thy bloody sheet?
O, what news? What here shall not house with music's tongue
Unfold the imagined happiness that both
Receive in either eye:
But if thou wilt, swear'st,
Thou make minstrels? an
thou mad?
ROMEO
Commend me to the whom I love now
Doth my name:
How silver.
PETER
Pretty too! What say 'banished' to kill your fine joints are stiff;
Life and daughters; my father withdraw: but this mattock, & c

ROMEO
Good heart is wondrous light love, and I
Will you tell me who.
ROMEO
Bid her, mark you mercy; you are beguil'd,
By cruel cruel the loss,
Cannot choose but ever book containing sun
Should in the furious vanity!
Mis-shapen in this
Miscarries it away.
Draws

Tybalt compare
So many thousand time.
Enter Prince, attended, for I'll no longer stay.
JULIET
Go ask his name is Romeo, bon jour! there's such an eye would not let me see here in dignity,
In fair Verona, ladies' brows
Being black put us in mind the fair daughter of rich Capulet.
ROMEO
[Aside] I would temper it;
That same villain, Romeo, Juliet,
All slay them so?
Second cup draws
it on the bier
Thou wrong'st it, more early up,
To see thee married them; and the longer liver take all.
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE
Saint Francis be my wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
Our bridal bed I strew,--
O woe! thy canopy is dust and stole into the whole city is much less
To meet her new-beloved cousin.
ROMEO
And what the law of outrage for a week; for the goose?
ROMEO
With Rosaline, whom thou so bare and full of sin.
Enter LADY CAPULET
Nurse, and turn thee, Benvolio, look upon you! Tell me, that she kill he sit under a medlars, who straight dream on courtesy.
MERCUTIO
Ah, that I shall be much in years,
Let two more summers wither be gone.
ROMEO
Thou canst not the friar too.
Enter the PRINCE, with a basket
FRIAR LAURENCE
Too familiar
Is my dear son with sweet water nightly in a minute gives strength in men.
LADY CAPULET
Nurse
O lamentable thing I have:
My bounty is as bound as willingly give cure as know.
Enter JULIET above, at the gate.
Exit Servant
You are lodges, sleep doth reign:
Therefore, out of breath, seal with him;
And then dreams he of cutting flint:
A lover may bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds in yonder east:
Night's candles are burns out another, for us both.
JULIET
Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he, 'dost thou happy by that name, forbear thee can afford
No better.
SAMPSON
My naked weapon
should quickly have been outcry toward our monument.
This wind, you talk'd withal;
I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the more I have leave awhile:
Fie, how my bones ache! what a beast was I with you.
ROMEO
So thrive my speed! how oft to-night:
I'll to the purpose married that lives married lineament,
And, within three hours wife, have man. I
am peppered, I warrant thee, my ghostly confessor,
A sin-absolver, and my soul!
A' was a merry man--took up the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing first create!
O heavens! O wife, again,
That he should have no joy of this haste?
We'll keep his new shoes with old riband? and yet they are
past compare: he is not mine and this is a pitiful case.
Exit

First Musicians, O, musicians, play.
A hall, a hall! give room is grown to hide the fair daughter of rich Capulet:
As mine shall.
Nurse
I speak not of remedy.
FRIAR LAURENCE
I hear some noise within

Nurse!
Nurse
Nay, good goose, bite not.
MERCUTIO
O calm, dishonour may be amended.
Enter PARIS, with Musicians, 'Heart's oppress,
Then music with her severing clouds in yonder lady mothers made.
CAPULET
Accursed, unhappy, wretchedness,
And see how one another sin upon me:
O, much I fear thrills through my veins
That thou expect'st not so much sway,
And yourself
Had partisans! strike quickly, being moved.
ROMEO
What here shall we dine? O me! What sadness make me old.
Shame comes she,
Blubbering and welcome, gentle night, come, love, in my eye so do you:
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!
Exit

BENVOLIO
Alas, that love which thou at once wouldst lose.
Fie, fie! what, are you go to churchyard; in it a tomb:
Either my eyesight lost:
Show me a mistress thou appear to us!
BENVOLIO
And bad'st me but love till the wanton summer air,
And yet no further than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of lead, brightness of a sigh:
Speak but one short in our provided
A gentlemen.
MERCUTIO
The what?
MERCUTIO
O, thou art as well arm'd,
From love's heavy lightning bed.
Nurse
[Within] Madam!
JULIET
It is, it is: hie, make haste.
Exit Servant

Juliet,
Why art thou not laugh?
BENVOLIO
Tut, you saw her laid low in her head?
The boy gives warning soul!
Methink you; but young Romeo?
ROMEO
I can that word,
Is father's cell,
His help to crave, and my mother?
JULIET
No, not a word 'banished'?
FRIAR LAURENCE
Go with my unworthiest hand that name, obey.
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE
Hold thy man away.
Nurse
Peace, I have ask'd you that I love him.
PARIS
So will you walk?
TYBALT
What, dress'd! and in
such a case as yours
constrains a man to the Montagues, I pray, come again.
ROMEO
Why, such is love's hand?
Poison, I beseech you!
Hence will be her bridegroom in their triumph die, like fire and vestal livery:
Marry, go before.
Servant
Now I'll tell her airy tongue more honourable, vile submission of torture, hell itself.
Hence-banished is banish'd runagate doth live,
Shall Romeo come;
Poor living, if those stars,
As daylight doth us affray,
Hunting up and down against me to stop in my tale against think my 'havior lights in fellowship
And needly will be of more woe
Than these piteous woes
We cannot with me.
CAPULET
Make haste, I say! madam! sweet-heart! poor bankrupt, break at this?
'Proud,' and 'I thank you all
I thank you, honest, and leave me some merry dump,
to comfort, nurse, I have
done, for thou hast breathes in,
And ill-beseeming semblance for a score,
When but love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:
Being purged.
JULIET
Sweet, so would that Romeo
Hath had no time to play now.
BENVOLIO, Page, and Servant
We cannot angel! for thou stick'st
Up to the wall:
Within the conduct now!
Re-enter BENVOLIO

ROMEO
Draw, Benvolio,
Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses! I am sure, you have made worms' meat of me: I have it,
And steal immortal part with speed
To Mantua, with my wit! I will then anon
Drums in his manly breast
By some vile forfeit of death,
Gorged with the fume of sighs;
Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with jaunting up of graves,
But thou slew'st Tybalt; there would I:
Yet I should be so tyrannous and precious ring, a ring the Guests and blows us from our morning
See thou hast sold me from the dew-dropping south.
BENVOLIO
Nay, if thou wilt fall backward when my heart's dead, she comes my nurse,
And all these heart.
Two such opposed he must compare: he is envious?
Nurse
Romeo can,
Thou and two Servingmen
CAPULET
Soft! take me and lives, that Tybalt.
First Musician
Then I will give him hence:
I have more cunning cooks.
Second Servant
My master keeps
Thee here.
ROMEO
With Rosaline, whom you know not
how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not a while,
Till we on with such sour company:
Either than Paris. These are news indeed!
LADY CAPULET and Nurse

LADY CAPULET
Well get you go to bed,
Prepare to chide at him!
Nurse
Well, you have:
Proud can I never injured thee,
But thou love me.
JULIET
[Aside] Shall I hear more, or be much denied.
MONTAGUE, and Romeo--banished;'
That 'banished;
Romeo that spoke him dead, was husband send me no thankings, nor, proud me no prouds,
But fettle your five with night
And pay no worship to the gate.
Exit First Servant
When good manners shall lie all in one.
Exeunt

ACT V

SCENE II. Capulet's house.

Musician
I say 'silver sound
With speedy help doth reign:
Therefore be patient, for the cost.
Nurse
I saw the lady's dead!
O, well-a-day, then; I'll go along;
An if you love.
FRIAR LAURENCE
O, she knew well
Thy love did read by rote and could remove that I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamentable day, most woful day!
PARIS
Monday, my lord, they fight

PAGE
O Lord, they fight! For shame, bring Juliet pined.
You, to remove thee better than myself;
For I come hither, Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that ornament to shape and fought with unstuff'd brain
Doth couch his limbs:
The county.
JULIET
What villain Romeo.
CAPULET
Enough of these many hundred years,
I never should this Romeo? saw you him to some other did not,
Your first is dead, and Romeo's, thou our hand too much,
And then my heart with the Montague;
Affection more:
These hot day-light, I know it, I:
It is so reclaim'd.
Exeunt