All Chapters of Romeo and Juliet: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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SCENE III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.

Enter Friar Lawrence with a basket.FRIAR LAWRENCE.Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,The day to cheer, and night’s dank dew to dry,I must upfill this osier cage of oursWith baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.The earth that’s nature’s mother, is her tomb;What is her burying grave, that is her womb:And from her womb children of divers kindWe sucking on her natural bosom find.Many for many virtues excellent,None but for some, and yet all different.O, mickle is the powerful grace that liesIn plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities.For naught so vile that on the earth doth liveBut to the earth some special good doth give;Nor aught so good but, strain’d from that fair use,Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.Virtue itself turns vice being misapplied,And vice sometime’s by action dignified. Enter Romeo.Within the infant rind of this weak flowerPoison hath residence, and medicine power:For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;

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SCENE IV. A Street.

Enter Benvolio and Mercutio.MERCUTIO.Where the devil should this Romeo be? Came he not home tonight?BENVOLIO.Not to his father’s; I spoke with his man.MERCUTIO.Why, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline, torments him sothat he will sure run mad.BENVOLIO.Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet, hath sent a letter to his father’shouse.MERCUTIO.A challenge, on my life.BENVOLIO.Romeo will answer it.MERCUTIO.Any man that can write may answer a letter.BENVOLIO.Nay, he will answer the letter’s master, how he dares, being dared.MERCUTIO.Alas poor Romeo, he is already dead, stabbed with a white wench’s blackeye; run through the ear with a love song, the very pin of his heartcleft with the blind bow-boy’s butt-shaft. And is he a man to encounterTybalt?BENVOLIO.Why, what is Tybalt?MERCUTIO.More than Prince of cats. O, he’s the courageous captain ofcompliments. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance,and proportion. He rests his minim re

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SCENE V. Capulet’s Garden.

Enter Juliet.JULIET.The clock struck nine when I did send the Nurse,In half an hour she promised to return.Perchance she cannot meet him. That’s not so.O, she is lame. Love’s heralds should be thoughts,Which ten times faster glides than the sun’s beams,Driving back shadows over lowering hills:Therefore do nimble-pinion’d doves draw love,And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.Now is the sun upon the highmost hillOf this day’s journey, and from nine till twelveIs three long hours, yet she is not come.Had she affections and warm youthful blood,She’d be as swift in motion as a ball;My words would bandy her to my sweet love,And his to me.But old folks, many feign as they were dead;Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead. Enter Nurse and Peter.O God, she comes. O honey Nurse, what news?Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.NURSE.Peter, stay at the gate. [ Exit Peter. ]JULIET.Now, good sweet Nurse,—O Lord, why look’st thou sad?Though news be sad, yet

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SCENE VI. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.

SCENE VI. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. Enter Friar Lawrence and Romeo.FRIAR LAWRENCE.So smile the heavens upon this holy actThat after-hours with sorrow chide us not.ROMEO.Amen, amen, but come what sorrow can,It cannot countervail the exchange of joyThat one short minute gives me in her sight.Do thou but close our hands with holy words,Then love-devouring death do what he dare,It is enough I may but call her mine.FRIAR LAWRENCE.These violent delights have violent ends,And in their triumph die; like fire and powder,Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honeyIs loathsome in his own deliciousness,And in the taste confounds the appetite.Therefore love moderately: long love doth so;Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Enter Juliet.Here comes the lady. O, so light a footWill ne’er wear out the everlasting flint.A lover may bestride the gossamersThat idles in the wanton summer airAnd yet not fall; so light is vanity.JULIET.Good even to my ghostly confessor.

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ACT III. SCENE I. A public Place.

Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page and Servants.BENVOLIO.I pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire:The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,And if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl,For now these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.MERCUTIO.Thou art like one of these fellows that, when he enters the confines ofa tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says ‘God send me noneed of thee!’ and by the operation of the second cup draws him on thedrawer, when indeed there is no need.BENVOLIO.Am I like such a fellow?MERCUTIO.Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy; and assoon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved.BENVOLIO.And what to?MERCUTIO.Nay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one wouldkill the other. Thou? Why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath ahair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrelwith a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thouhast hazel eyes. W

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SCENE II. A Room in Capulet’s House.

Enter Juliet.JULIET.Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,Towards Phoebus’ lodging. Such a waggonerAs Phaeton would whip you to the westAnd bring in cloudy night immediately.Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,That runaway’s eyes may wink, and RomeoLeap to these arms, untalk’d of and unseen.Lovers can see to do their amorous ritesBy their own beauties: or, if love be blind,It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,And learn me how to lose a winning match,Play’d for a pair of stainless maidenhoods.Hood my unmann’d blood, bating in my cheeks,With thy black mantle, till strange love, grow bold,Think true love acted simple modesty.Come, night, come Romeo; come, thou day in night;For thou wilt lie upon the wings of nightWhiter than new snow upon a raven’s back.Come gentle night, come loving black-brow’d night,Give me my Romeo, and when I shall die,Take him and cut him out in little stars,And he will make the face

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SCENE III. Friar Lawrence’s cell.

Enter Friar Lawrence.FRIAR LAWRENCE.Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man.Affliction is enanmour’d of thy partsAnd thou art wedded to calamity. Enter Romeo.ROMEO.Father, what news? What is the Prince’s doom?What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,That I yet know not?FRIAR LAWRENCE.Too familiarIs my dear son with such sour company.I bring thee tidings of the Prince’s doom.ROMEO.What less than doomsday is the Prince’s doom?FRIAR LAWRENCE.A gentler judgment vanish’d from his lips,Not body’s death, but body’s banishment.ROMEO.Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say death;For exile hath more terror in his look,Much more than death. Do not say banishment.FRIAR LAWRENCE.Hence from Verona art thou banished.Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.ROMEO.There is no world without Verona walls,But purgatory, torture, hell itself.Hence banished is banish’d from the world,And world’s exile is death. Then banishedIs death misterm’d. Calling death bani

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SCENE IV. A Room in Capulet’s House.

Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet and Paris.CAPULET.Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckilyThat we have had no time to move our daughter.Look you, she lov’d her kinsman Tybalt dearly,And so did I. Well, we were born to die.’Tis very late; she’ll not come down tonight.I promise you, but for your company,I would have been abed an hour ago.PARIS.These times of woe afford no tune to woo.Madam, good night. Commend me to your daughter.LADY CAPULET.I will, and know her mind early tomorrow;Tonight she’s mew’d up to her heaviness.CAPULET.Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tenderOf my child’s love. I think she will be rul’dIn all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not.Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed,Acquaint her here of my son Paris’ love,And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next,But, soft, what day is this?PARIS.Monday, my lord.CAPULET.Monday! Ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon,A Thursday let it be; a Thursday, tell her,She shall be married to this noble

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SCENE V. An open Gallery to Juliet’s Chamber, overlooking the Garden.

Enter Romeo and Juliet.JULIET.Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.It was the nightingale, and not the lark,That pierc’d the fearful hollow of thine ear;Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree.Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.ROMEO.It was the lark, the herald of the morn,No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaksDo lace the severing clouds in yonder east.Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund dayStands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.I must be gone and live, or stay and die.JULIET.Yond light is not daylight, I know it, I.It is some meteor that the sun exhalesTo be to thee this night a torchbearerAnd light thee on thy way to Mantua.Therefore stay yet, thou need’st not to be gone.ROMEO.Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death,I am content, so thou wilt have it so.I’ll say yon grey is not the morning’s eye,’Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia’s brow.Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beatThe vaulty heaven so high above our heads.

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ACT IV. SCENE I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.

Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris.FRIAR LAWRENCE.On Thursday, sir? The time is very short.PARIS.My father Capulet will have it so;And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.FRIAR LAWRENCE.You say you do not know the lady’s mind.Uneven is the course; I like it not.PARIS.Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death,And therefore have I little talk’d of love;For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.Now, sir, her father counts it dangerousThat she do give her sorrow so much sway;And in his wisdom, hastes our marriage,To stop the inundation of her tears,Which, too much minded by herself alone,May be put from her by society.Now do you know the reason of this haste.FRIAR LAWRENCE.[ Aside. ] I would I knew not why it should be slow’d.—Look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell. Enter Juliet.PARIS.Happily met, my lady and my wife!JULIET.That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.PARIS.That may be, must be, love, on Thursday next.JULIET.What must be shall be.FRI

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