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Act III, Scene 5
1Capulet’sorchard.
2Enter Romeo and Juliet above, at the window.
3JulietWilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
4RomeoIt was the lark, the herald of the morn,
No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:
Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
5JulietYon light is not day-light, I know it, I:
It is some meteor that the sun exhales,
To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua:
Therefore stay yet; thou need’st not to be gone.
6RomeoLet me be ta’en, let me be put to death;
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
I’ll say yon grey is not the morning’s eye,
’Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia’s brow;
Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:
I have more care to stay than will to go:
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
How is’t, my soul? let’s talk; it is not day.
7JulietIt is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away!
It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
Some say the lark makes sweet division;
This doth not so, for she divideth us:
Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes;
O, now I would they had changed voices too!
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
Hunting thee hence with hunt’s-up to the day.
O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.
8RomeoMore light and light; more dark and dark our woes!
9Enter Nurse, to the chamber.
10NurseMadam!
11JulietNurse?
12NurseYour lady mother is coming to your chamber:
The day is broke; be wary, look about. Exit.
13JulietThen, window, let day in, and let life out.
14RomeoFarewell, farewell! one kiss, and I’ll descend. He goeth down.
15JulietArt thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend!
I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
For in a minute there are many days:
O, by this count I shall be much in years
Ere I again behold my Romeo!
16RomeoFarewell!
I will omit no opportunity
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
17JulietO think’st thou we shall ever meet again?
18RomeoI doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve
For sweet discourses in our time to come.
19JulietO God, I have an ill-divining soul!
Methinks I see thee, now thou art below,
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:
Either my eyesight fails, or thou look’st pale.
20RomeoAnd trust me, love, in my eye so do you:
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu! Exit.
21JulietO fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:
If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
That is renown’d for faith? Be fickle, fortune;
For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back.
22Lady CapuletWithin. Ho, daughter! are you up?
23JulietWho is’t that calls? is it my lady mother?
Is she not down so late, or up so early?
What unaccustom’d cause procures her hither?
24Enter Lady Capulet.
25Lady CapuletWhy, how now, Juliet!
26JulietMadam, I am not well.
27Lady CapuletEvermore weeping for your cousin’s death?
What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;
Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of love;
But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
28JulietYet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
29Lady CapuletSo shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
Which you weep for.
30JulietFeeling so the loss,
I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.
31Lady CapuletWell, girl, thou weep’st not so much for his death,
As that the villain lives which slaughter’d him.
32JulietWhat villain, madam?
33Lady CapuletThat same villain, Romeo.
34JulietAside. Villain and he be many miles asunder.—
God Pardon him! I do, with all my heart;
And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.
35Lady CapuletThat is, because the traitor murderer lives.
36JulietAy, madam, from the reach of these my hands:
Would none but I might venge my cousin’s death!
37Lady CapuletWe will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:
Then weep no more. I’ll send to one in Mantua,
Where that same banish’d runagate doth live,
Shall give him such an unaccustom’d dram,
That he shall soon keep Tybalt company:
And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.
38JulietIndeed, I never shall be satisfied
With Romeo, till I behold him—dead—
Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex’d:
Madam, if you could find out but a man
To bear a poison, I would temper it;
That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,
Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors
To hear him named, and cannot come to him,
To wreak the love I bore my cousin
Upon his body that hath slaughter’d him!
39Lady CapuletFind thou the means, and I’ll find such a man.
But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
40JulietAnd joy comes well in such a needy time:
What are they, I beseech your ladyship?
41Lady CapuletWell, well, thou hast a careful father, child;
One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,
That thou expect’st not nor I look’d not for.
42JulietMadam, in happy time, what day is that?
43Lady CapuletMarry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
The gallant, young and noble gentleman,
The County Paris, at Saint Peter’s Church,
Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
44JulietNow, by Saint Peter’s Church and Peter too,
He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
I wonder at this haste; that I must wed
Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo.
I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear,
It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!
45Lady CapuletHere comes your father; tell him so yourself,
And see how he will take it at your hands.
46Enter Capulet and Nurse.
47CapuletWhen the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;
But for the sunset of my brother’s son
It rains downright.
How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears?
Evermore showering? In one little body
Thou counterfeit’st a bark, a sea, a wind;
For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,
Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;
Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,
Without a sudden calm, will overset
Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife!
Have you deliver’d to her our decree?
48Lady CapuletAy, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.
I would the fool were married to her grave!
49CapuletSoft! take me with you, take me with you, wife.
How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?
Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest,
Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?
50JulietNot proud, you have; but thankful, that you have:
Proud can I never be of what I hate;
But thankful even for hate, that is meant love.
51CapuletHow now, how now, chop-logic! What is this?
“Proud,” and “I thank you,” and “I thank you not;”
And yet “not proud:” mistress minion, you,
Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,
But fettle your fine joints ’gainst Thursday next,
To go with Paris to Saint Peter’s Church,
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage!
You tallow-face!
52Lady CapuletFie, fie! what, are you mad?
53JulietGood father, I beseech you on my knees,
Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
54CapuletHang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!
I tell thee what: get thee to church o’ Thursday,
Or never after look me in the face:
Speak not, reply not, do not answer me;
My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest
That God had lent us but this only child;
But now I see this one is one too much,
And that we have a curse in having her:
Out on her, hilding!
55NurseGod in heaven bless her!
You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
56CapuletAnd why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,
Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.
57NurseI speak no treason.
58CapuletO, God ye god-den.
59NurseMay not one speak?
60CapuletPeace, you mumbling fool!
Utter your gravity o’er a gossip’s bowl;
For here we need it not.
61Lady CapuletYou are too hot.
62CapuletGod’s bread! it makes me mad:
Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,
Alone, in company, still my care hath been
To have her match’d: and having now provided
A gentleman of noble parentage,
Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train’d,
Stuff’d, as they say, with honourable parts,
Proportion’d as one’s thought would wish a man;
And then to have a wretched puling fool,
A whining mammet, in her fortune’s tender,
To answer “I’ll not wed; I cannot love,
I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.”
But, an you will not wed, I’ll pardon you:
Graze where you will, you shall not house with me:
Look to’t, think on’t, I do not use to jest.
Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise:
An you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend;
An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,
For, by my soul, I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee,
Nor what is mine shall never do thee good:
Trust to’t, bethink you; I’ll not be forsworn. Exit.
63JulietIs there no pity sitting in the clouds,
That sees into the bottom of my grief?
O, sweet my mother, cast me not away!
Delay this marriage for a month, a week;
Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
64Lady CapuletTalk not to me, for I’ll not speak a word:
Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. Exit.
65JulietO God!—O nurse, how shall this be prevented?
My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
How shall that faith return again to earth,
Unless that husband send it me from heaven
By leaving earth? comfort me, counsel me.
Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems
Upon so soft a subject as myself!
What say’st thou? hast thou not a word of joy?
Some comfort, nurse.
66NurseFaith, here it is.
Romeo is banish’d; and all the world to nothing,
That he dares ne’er come back to challenge you;
Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
I think it best you married with the county.
O, he’s a lovely gentleman!
Romeo’s a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam,
Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye
As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
I think you are happy in this second match,
For it excels your first; or if it did not,
Your first is dead; or ’twere as good he were,
As living here and you no use of him.
67JulietSpeakest thou from thy heart?
68NurseAnd from my soul too;
Or else beshrew them both.
69JulietAmen!
70NurseWhat?
71JulietWell, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.
Go in; and tell my lady I am gone,
Having displeased my father, to Laurence’ cell,
To make confession and to be absolved.
72NurseMarry, I will; and this is wisely done. Exit.
73JulietAncient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
Which she hath praised him with above compare
So many thousand times? Go, counsellor;
Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
I’ll to the friar, to know his remedy:
If all else fail, myself have power to die. Exit.