Romeo and Juliet: Romeo’s Lines

Good morrow, cousin. Is the day so young? Ay me, sad hours seem long.
What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours? Not having that which, having, makes them short.
In love? Out.
Of love? Out of her favour where I am in love.
Alas – [Romeo sees the destruction of the fight] Ay me what fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Tell me, in sadness, who is that you love? In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
I aimed so near when I supposed you loved. A right good markman! And she’s fair I love.
A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. Well in that hit you miss; she’ll not be hit with Cupid’s arrow…
Then be ruled by me, forget to think of her. O, teach me how I should forget to think.
By giving liberty unto thine eyes: Examine other beauties. Farewell, thou canst not teach me to forget.
Why Romeo, art thou mad? Not mad, but bound more than a madman is: Shut up in prison, kept without my food, whipped and tormented and – good e’en, good fellow.
Good e’en. My master is the great rich Capulet, and if you be not of the house of Montagues I pray come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry. I’ll go along.
Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. Not I believe me. You have dancing shoes with nimble soles, I have a soul of lead.
Come, knock and enter. But ’tis no wit to go.
Why, may one ask? I dreamt a dream tonight.
And so did I. And what was yours?
Supper is done, and we shall come too late. I fear too early; for my mind misgives some consequence yet hanging in the stars shall bitterly begin his fearful date with this night’s revels.
[Dances with Juliet who is stolen by Paris, stops a servant] What lady’s that?
I know not sir. O she doth teach the torches to burn bright. Did my heart love ’til now? Forswear it sight, for I ne’er saw true beauty ’til this night.
TYBALT: Why, uncle, ’tis a shame. [Taking Juliet by the hand] If I profane with my unworthiest hand this shrine, the gentle fine is this: To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
Ay, lips that they must use in prayer. O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do! They pray. (THEY KISS)
NURSE: Madam, your mother craves a word with you. [EXIT JULIET] What is her mother?
Her mother is the lady of the house. [EXIT NURSE] Is she a Capulet?
Away, be gone; the sport is at the best. Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
BENVOLIO: Go then, for ’tis in vain To seek him here that means not to be found. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? I is the East and Juliet is the sun! It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were!
Ay me! She speaks. O, speak again bright angel!
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I’ll no longer be a Capulet. Shall I hear more, or speak at this?
‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy! Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. O, be some other name. What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called. Romeo doff thy name, And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself. [emerging from hiding place] I take thee at thy word. Call me but love, and henceforth I never will be Romeo.
Art thou not a Montague? How cam’st thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls.
If any of my kinsmen find thee here they will murder thee. I have night’s cloak to hide me from their eyes, and but thou love me, let them find me here. My life were better ended by their hate than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
Dost thou love me? O gentle Romeo, if thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully. Lady by yonder blessed moon I vow.
O swear not by the moon. What shall I swear by?
By and by, I come! Tomorrow will I send. So thrive my soul.
A thousand times goodnight. Love goes toward love, like schoolboys from their books, but love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
ENTER ROMEO IN FRIAR LAWRENCE’S CELL Good morrow father!
Benedicite! Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight. God pardon sin, wast thou with Rosaline? With Rosaline, my ghostly father? No. I have forgot that name, and that name’s woe.
That’s my good son; but be plain, where hast thou been then? Then plainly know my heart’s dear love is set on the fair daughter of rich Capulet. We met, we wooed, we made exchange if vow, I’ll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, that thou consent to marry us today.
Holy Saint Francis! I pray thee chide me not.
Not to his father’s. I spoke with his man. Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?
The slip, sir, the slip. Pardon, good Mercutio; my business was great.
Gentlemen, cn any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo? I can tell you; I am the youngest by that name.
If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you. (to MERCUTIO) I will follow you.
First let me tell ye, if ye should lead her in a fool’s paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behavior, truly it were an ill thing – I protest unto thee – bid her to come to shrift this afternoon, and there she shall at Friar Lawrence’s cell be shrived and married.
So smile the heavens upon this holy act that after-hours with sorrow chide us not. Kiss
Consort? What, dost that make us minstrels? Enter
No better term than this: thou art a villain. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee doth much excuse such a greeting: villain am I none.
Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries thou hast done me. I do protest I never injured thee.
I am for you. (HE DRAWS) Gentle Mercutio –
THEY FIGHT. Tybalt! Mercutio! The Prince hath expressly forbid this. Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!
Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, ’tis enough. Courage man, the hurt cannot be much.
Here comes Tybalt. Alive, in triumph, and Mercutio slain. Tybalt, Mercutio’s soul is but a little way above our heads, staying for thine to keep him company. Either thou, or I, both, must go with him.
Thou, wretched boy, shalt with him hence. Fight
Romeo, away, be gone. The prince will doom thee to death. Hence, be gone, away! O, I am fortune’s fool.
Affliction is enamored of thy parts and thou art wedded to calamity. Banishment! BE merciful, say ‘death’. For exile hath more terror in his look, much more than death. Do not say ‘banishment’.
This is mercy and thou see-st it not ‘Tis torture and not mercy. Heaven is here where Juliet lives, and every unworthy thing, live here in heaven and may look on her, but Romeo may not.
Welcome then. [ENTER NURSE] Where is she? And how doth she? And what says my concelled lady to our cancelled love?
Give me thy hand. ‘Tis late. Farewell. Good night. Farewell.
Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale and not the lark. It was the lark, the herald of the morn. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Yond light is not daylight, I know it, I. Thou need’st not be gone. Let me ta’en, let me be put to death. 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.
Then window, let day in and let life out. Farewell, farewell. One kiss and I’ll descend.
Art thou gone so? Love, lord, ay husband, friend. O, think’st thou we shall ever meet again? I doubt it not. (They kiss)
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb. Adieu, adieu.
ENTER BALTHAZAR News from Verona! How now Balthazar, Dost thou not bring me letters from the Friar? How doth my lady? For nothing can be ill if she be well.
Then she is well and nothing can be ill. Her body sleeps in Capel’s monument. [PAUSE] Is it e’en so? Then I defy you stars! I will hence tonight.
I do beseech you sir, have patience. Thou art deceived. Hast thou no letters to me from the Friar?
No my good lord. Get thee gone. I’ll be with thee straight. (EXIT BALTHAZAR) Well, Juliet I will lie with thee tonight. (BANGS ON APOTHECARY’S DOOR) What ho! Apothecary! Come hither man. I see that thou art poor. Hold, there is forty ducats. Let me have a dram of poison.
Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua’s law is death to any he that utters them. My poverty, not my will, consents. I pay thy poverty and not thy will.
ENTERS TOMB AND SEES JULIET O my love, my wife, Death that hath sucked the honey of thy breath hath no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquered. Beauty’s ensign yet is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, and death’s pale flag is not advanced there. Dear Juliet, why art thou yet so fair? O here will I set up my everlasting rest. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And lips, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing Death! (He kisses her) Here’s to my love (he drinks the poison) O true apothecary, thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. (Falls next to her)

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