Romeo and Juliet Folger Shakespeare Part 9

161 Romeo and Juliet ACT 3. SC. 5 JULIET FTLN 2116 FTLN 2117 FTLN 2118 FTLN 2119 FTLN 2120 O Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle. If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him That is renowned for faith? Be fickle, Fortune, For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long, But send him back. 60 Enter Lady Capulet. FTLN 2121 FTLN 2122 FTLN 2123 FTLN 2124 LADY CAPULET JULIET Ho, daughter, are you up? 65 Who is ’t that calls? It is my lady mother. Is she not down so late or up so early? What unaccustomed cause procures her hither? Juliet descends. LADY CAPULET FTLN 2125 FTLN 2126 FTLN 2127 FTLN 2128 FTLN 2129 FTLN 2130 FTLN 2131 FTLN 2132 Why, how now, Juliet? JULIET LADY CAPULET Madam, I am not well. Evermore 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. 70 75 JULIET FTLN 2133 Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. LADY CAPULET FTLN 2134 FTLN 2135 FTLN 2136 FTLN 2137 So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend Which you weep for. JULIET Feeling so the loss, I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. LADY CAPULET FTLN 2138 FTLN 2139 Well, girl, thou weep’st not so much for his death As that the villain lives which slaughtered him. JULIET FTLN 2140 What villain, madam? 80 163 FTLN 2141 FTLN 2142 FTLN 2143 FTLN 2144 LADY CAPULET JULIET, aside Romeo and Juliet That same villain, Romeo. ACT 3. SC. 5 85 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. LADY CAPULET FTLN 2145 That is because the traitor murderer lives. JULIET FTLN 2146 FTLN 2147 Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands. Would none but I might venge my cousin’s death! 90 LADY CAPULET FTLN 2148 FTLN 2149 FTLN 2150 FTLN 2151 FTLN 2152 FTLN 2153 We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not. Then weep no more. I’ll send to one in Mantua, Where that same banished runagate doth live, Shall give him such an unaccustomed dram That he shall soon keep Tybalt company. And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied. 95 JULIET FTLN 2154 FTLN 2155 FTLN 2156 FTLN 2157 FTLN 2158 FTLN 2159 FTLN 2160 FTLN 2161 FTLN 2162 FTLN 2163 Indeed, I never shall be satisfied With Romeo till I behold him—dead— Is my poor heart, so for a kinsman vexed. 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 slaughtered him. 100 105 LADY CAPULET FTLN 2164 FTLN 2165 Find thou the means, and I’ll find such a man. But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. JULIET FTLN 2166 FTLN 2167 And joy comes well in such a needy time. What are they, beseech your Ladyship? LADY CAPULET FTLN 2168 Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child, 110 165 FTLN 2169 FTLN 2170 FTLN 2171 Romeo and Juliet One who, to put thee from thy heaviness, Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy That thou expects not, nor I looked not for. ACT 3. SC. 5 115 JULIET FTLN 2172 Madam, in happy time! What day is that? LADY CAPULET FTLN 2173 FTLN 2174 FTLN 2175 FTLN 2176 Marry, 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. 120 JULIET FTLN 2177 FTLN 2178 FTLN 2179 FTLN 2180 FTLN 2181 FTLN 2182 FTLN 2183 FTLN 2184 Now, 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! 125 LADY CAPULET FTLN 2185 FTLN 2186 Here comes your father. Tell him so yourself, And see how he will take it at your hands. 130 Enter Capulet and Nurse. CAPULET FTLN 2187 FTLN 2188 FTLN 2189 FTLN 2190 FTLN 2191 FTLN 2192 FTLN 2193 FTLN 2194 FTLN 2195 FTLN 2196 FTLN 2197 When the sun sets, the earth 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 show’ring? In one little body Thou counterfeits 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 135 140 167 FTLN 2198 FTLN 2199 Romeo and Juliet ACT 3. SC. 5 Thy tempest-tossèd body.—How now, wife? Have you delivered to her our decree? LADY CAPULET FTLN 2200 FTLN 2201 Ay, sir, but she will none, she gives you thanks. I would the fool were married to her grave. 145 CAPULET FTLN 2202 FTLN 2203 FTLN 2204 FTLN 2205 FTLN 2206 Soft, 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 blessed, Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought So worthy a gentleman to be her bride? 150 JULIET FTLN 2207 FTLN 2208 FTLN 2209 Not 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. CAPULET FTLN 2210 FTLN 2211 FTLN 2212 FTLN 2213 FTLN 2214 FTLN 2215 FTLN 2216 FTLN 2217 FTLN 2218 FTLN 2219 FTLN 2220 FTLN 2221 How, how, how, how? Chopped 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! LADY CAPULET Fie, fie, what, are you mad? JULIET, kneeling Good father, I beseech you on my knees, Hear me with patience but to speak a word. 155 160 165 CAPULET FTLN 2222 FTLN 2223 FTLN 2224 FTLN 2225 FTLN 2226 FTLN 2227 Hang 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 blessed 170 169 FTLN 2228 FTLN 2229 FTLN 2230 FTLN 2231 FTLN 2232 FTLN 2233 Romeo and Juliet ACT 3. SC. 5 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. NURSE God in heaven bless her! You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. 175 CAPULET FTLN 2234 FTLN 2235 And why, my Lady Wisdom? Hold your tongue. Good Prudence, smatter with your gossips, go. NURSE FTLN 2236 FTLN 2237 I speak no treason. CAPULET 180 O, God ’i’ g’ eden! NURSE FTLN 2238 FTLN 2239 FTLN 2240 FTLN 2241 FTLN 2242 FTLN 2243 FTLN 2244 FTLN 2245 FTLN 2246 FTLN 2247 FTLN 2248 FTLN 2249 FTLN 2250 FTLN 2251 FTLN 2252 FTLN 2253 FTLN 2254 FTLN 2255 FTLN 2256 FTLN 2257 FTLN 2258 FTLN 2259 May not one speak? Peace, you mumbling fool! Utter your gravity o’er a gossip’s bowl, For here we need it not. LADY CAPULET You are too hot. CAPULET God’s bread, it makes me mad. Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play, Alone, in company, still my care hath been To have her matched. And having now provided A gentleman of noble parentage, Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly ligned, Stuffed, as they say, with honorable parts, Proportioned 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. CAPULET 185 190 195 200 171 FTLN 2260 FTLN 2261 FTLN 2262 FTLN 2263 Romeo and Juliet ACT 3. SC. 5 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. He exits. 205 JULIET FTLN 2264 FTLN 2265 FTLN 2266 FTLN 2267 FTLN 2268 FTLN 2269 Is 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. 210 LADY CAPULET FTLN 2270 FTLN 2271 Talk not to me, for I’ll not speak a word. Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. 215 She exits. JULIET, FTLN 2272 FTLN 2273 FTLN 2274 FTLN 2275 FTLN 2276 FTLN 2277 FTLN 2278 FTLN 2279 FTLN 2280 FTLN 2281 FTLN 2282 FTLN 2283 FTLN 2284 FTLN 2285 FTLN 2286 FTLN 2287 FTLN 2288 FTLN 2289 FTLN 2290 rising O 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 practice stratagems Upon so soft a subject as myself.— What sayst thou? Hast thou not a word of joy? Some comfort, nurse. NURSE Faith, here it is. Romeo is banished, 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, 220 225 230 173 FTLN 2291 FTLN 2292 FTLN 2293 FTLN 2294 ACT 3. SC. 5 Romeo and Juliet 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. 235 JULIET FTLN 2295 Speak’st thou from thy heart? NURSE FTLN 2296 FTLN 2297 FTLN 2298 FTLN 2299 FTLN 2300 FTLN 2301 FTLN 2302 And from my soul too, else beshrew them both. Amen. What? 240 JULIET NURSE JULIET Well, thou hast comforted me marvelous much. Go in and tell my lady I am gone, Having displeased my father, to Lawrence’ cell To make confession and to be absolved. 245 NURSE FTLN 2303 Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. She exits. JULIET FTLN 2304 FTLN 2305 FTLN 2306 FTLN 2307 FTLN 2308 FTLN 2309 FTLN 2310 FTLN 2311 Ancient 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, counselor. 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. She exits. 250 255 ACT 4 Scene 1 Enter Friar Lawrence and County Paris. FRIAR LAWRENCE FTLN 2312 On Thursday, sir? The time is very short. PARIS FTLN 2313 FTLN 2314 My father Capulet will have it so, And I am nothing slow to slack his haste. FRIAR LAWRENCE FTLN 2315 FTLN 2316 You say you do not know the lady’s mind? Uneven is the course. I like it not. 5 PARIS FTLN 2317 FTLN 2318 FTLN 2319 FTLN 2320 FTLN 2321 FTLN 2322 FTLN 2323 FTLN 2324 FTLN 2325 FTLN 2326 FTLN 2327 FTLN 2328 Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death, And therefore have I little talk of love, For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous That 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 slowed.— Look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell. Enter Juliet. 177 10 15 179 Romeo and Juliet ACT 4. SC. 1 PARIS FTLN 2329 Happily met, my lady and my wife. JULIET FTLN 2330 That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. PARIS FTLN 2331 That “may be” must be, love, on Thursday next. 20 JULIET FTLN 2332 FTLN 2333 FTLN 2334 What must be shall be. FRIAR LAWRENCE PARIS That’s a certain text. Come you to make confession to this father? JULIET FTLN 2335 To answer that, I should confess to you. PARIS FTLN 2336 Do not deny to him that you love me. 25 JULIET FTLN 2337 I will confess to you that I love him. PARIS FTLN 2338 So will you, I am sure, that you love me. JULIET FTLN 2339 FTLN 2340 If I do so, it will be of more price Being spoke behind your back than to your face. PARIS FTLN 2341 Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears. 30 JULIET FTLN 2342 FTLN 2343 The tears have got small victory by that, For it was bad enough before their spite. PARIS FTLN 2344 Thou wrong’st it more than tears with that report. JULIET FTLN 2345 FTLN 2346 That is no slander, sir, which is a truth, And what I spake, I spake it to my face. PARIS FTLN 2347 Thy face is mine, and thou hast slandered it. JULIET FTLN 2348 It may be so, for it is not mine own.— 35 181 FTLN 2349 FTLN 2350 Romeo and Juliet ACT 4. SC. 1 Are you at leisure, holy father, now, Or shall I come to you at evening Mass? FRIAR LAWRENCE FTLN 2351 FTLN 2352 My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.— My lord, we must entreat the time alone. 40 PARIS FTLN 2353 FTLN 2354 FTLN 2355 God shield I should disturb devotion!— Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you. Till then, adieu, and keep this holy kiss. He exits. JULIET FTLN 2356 FTLN 2357 O, shut the door, and when thou hast done so, Come weep with me, past hope, past care, past help. 45 FRIAR LAWRENCE FTLN 2358 FTLN 2359 FTLN 2360 FTLN 2361 O Juliet, I already know thy grief. It strains me past the compass of my wits. I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, On Thursday next be married to this County. 50 JULIET FTLN 2362 FTLN 2363 FTLN 2364 FTLN 2365 FTLN 2366 FTLN 2367 FTLN 2368 FTLN 2369 FTLN 2370 FTLN 2371 FTLN 2372 FTLN 2373 FTLN 2374 FTLN 2375 FTLN 2376 FTLN 2377 FTLN 2378 FTLN 2379 Tell me not, friar, that thou hearest of this, Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it. If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help, Do thou but call my resolution wise, And with this knife I’ll help it presently. She shows him her knife. God joined my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands; And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo’s sealed, Shall be the label to another deed, Or my true heart with treacherous revolt Turn to another, this shall slay them both. Therefore out of thy long-experienced time Give me some present counsel, or, behold, ’Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that Which the commission of thy years and art Could to no issue of true honor bring. Be not so long to speak. I long to die If what thou speak’st speak not of remedy. 55 60 65