All Chapters of Romeo and Juliet: Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse and Servants.CAPULET.So many guests invite as here are writ. [ Exit first Servant. ]Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.SECOND SERVANT.You shall have none ill, sir; for I’ll try if they can lick theirfingers.CAPULET.How canst thou try them so?SECOND SERVANT.Marry, sir, ’tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers;therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me.CAPULET.Go, begone. [ Exit second Servant. ]We shall be much unfurnish’d for this time.What, is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence?NURSE.Ay, forsooth.CAPULET.Well, he may chance to do some good on her.A peevish self-will’d harlotry it is. Enter Juliet.NURSE.See where she comes from shrift with merry look.CAPULET.How now, my headstrong. Where have you been gadding?JULIET.Where I have learnt me to repent the sinOf disobedient oppositionTo you and your behests; and am enjoin’dBy holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here,To beg your pard

Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.LADY CAPULET.Hold, take these keys and fetch more spices, Nurse.NURSE.They call for dates and quinces in the pastry. Enter Capulet.CAPULET.Come, stir, stir, stir! The second cock hath crow’d,The curfew bell hath rung, ’tis three o’clock.Look to the bak’d meats, good Angelica;Spare not for cost.NURSE.Go, you cot-quean, go,Get you to bed; faith, you’ll be sick tomorrowFor this night’s watching.CAPULET.No, not a whit. What! I have watch’d ere nowAll night for lesser cause, and ne’er been sick.LADY CAPULET.Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;But I will watch you from such watching now. [ Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. ]CAPULET.A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood! Enter Servants, with spits, logs and baskets.Now, fellow, what’s there?FIRST SERVANT.Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.CAPULET.Make haste, make haste. [ Exit First Servant. ]—Sirrah, fetch drier logs.Call Peter, he will show thee where they

Enter Romeo.ROMEO.If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep,My dreams presage some joyful news at hand.My bosom’s lord sits lightly in his throne;And all this day an unaccustom’d spiritLifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.I dreamt my lady came and found me dead,—Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think!—And breath’d such life with kisses in my lips,That I reviv’d, and was an emperor.Ah me, how sweet is love itself possess’d,When but love’s shadows are so rich in joy. Enter Balthasar.News from Verona! How now, Balthasar?Dost thou not bring me letters from the Friar?How doth my lady? Is my father well?How fares my Juliet? That I ask again;For nothing can be ill if she be well.BALTHASAR.Then she is well, and nothing can be ill.Her body sleeps in Capel’s monument,And her immortal part with angels lives.I saw her laid low in her kindred’s vault,And presently took post to tell it you.O pardon me for bringing these ill news,Since you did l

Enter Paris, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch.PARIS.Give me thy torch, boy. Hence and stand aloof.Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.Under yond yew tree lay thee all along,Holding thy ear close to the hollow ground;So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,But thou shalt hear it. Whistle then to me,As signal that thou hear’st something approach.Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.PAGE.[ Aside. ] I am almost afraid to stand aloneHere in the churchyard; yet I will adventure. [ Retires. ]PARIS.Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew.O woe, thy canopy is dust and stones,Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,Or wanting that, with tears distill’d by moans.The obsequies that I for thee will keep,Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. [ The Page whistles. ]The boy gives warning something doth approach.What cursed foot wanders this way tonight,To cross my obsequies and true l