ACT 2 PROLOGUE
Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
And young affection ° to be his heir
That fair for which love groan’d for and would die,
With tender Juliet match’d, is now not fair.
5Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,
Alike bewitched by the charm of looks,
But to his foe supposed he must complain,
And she steal love’s sweet bait from fearful hooks:
Being held a foe, he may not have access
10To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
And she as much in love, her means much less
To meet her new-beloved anywhere:
But passion lends them power, time means, to meet
Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.
ACT 2, SCENE 1
Mercutio and Benvolio wonder where Romeo has gone, and Mercutio mocks Romeo’s love of Rosaline.
Outside the Capulet orchard wall:
Enter ROMEO alone
Can I go forward when my heart is here?
Turn back dull earth and find thy center out.
Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO
Romeo, my cousin, Romeo! Romeo!
He is wise, and on my life he hath stolen home to bed.
5He ran this way and leapt this orchard wall.
Call, good Mercutio.
Nay, I’ll ° too.
Romeo, Humors, Madman, Passion, Lover,
Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh,
Speak but one rhyme, and I’ll be satisfied:
10Cry out at me, “Aye me,” pronounce but “love” and “dove.”
Speak to my ° Venus one fair word,
One nickname for her ° son and heir,
Young Abraham: Cupid he that shot so true,
When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid.
15He hears me not, he stirreth not, he moveth not.
The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.
I conjure thee by Rosaline’s bright eyes,
By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip,
By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh,
20And the domains that there adjacent lie,
That in thy likeness, thou appear to us.
And if he hears you, that will anger him.
This cannot anger him. It would anger him
To raise a spirit in his mistress’s circle,
25Of some strange nature, letting it there stand
Till she had laid it, and conjured it down.
That were some spite. My °
Is fair and honest, and, his mistress’s name,
I conjure only but to raise him up.
30Come, he hath hidden himself among these trees
To be comforted by the ° night.
Blind is his love, which best befits the dark.
If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
Now he will sit under a medlar tree,
35And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit,
As maids call medlars when they laugh alone.
O Romeo, that she were, O that she were
An open arse, and thou a “poperin” pear.
Romeo, goodnight, I’ll go to my trundle bed,
40This field bed is too cold for me to sleep.
Come, shall we go?
Go then, for it is in vain
To seek him here that means not to be found.
Exit BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO
He laughs at scars that never felt a wound.
ACT 2, SCENE 2
Juliet appears in a window above Romeo, and she thinks she’s alone. She talks to herself, lamenting Romeo’s nature as a Montague. She wishes he would abandon his name, or that she could abandon hers, so that they could be together. Upon hearing this, Romeo reveals himself and professes his love to Juliet. Juliet shares the feelings of love, but worries that Romeo’s feelings might be fleeting. The Nurse calls for Juliet, and the couple once again declares their love for each other, Juliet promising to send somebody to him at nine the next morning.
In the Capulet orchard:
Enter JULIET on balcony
But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet is the Sun.
Arise, fair Sun, and kill the envious Moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
5That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious,
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
It is my lady, O it is my love, O that she knew she were.
10She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
Her eye °; I will answer it.
I am too bold. ‘Tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the Heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
15To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there and they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight does a lamp; her eye in Heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
20That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand?
O, that I were a glove upon that hand
That I might touch that cheek!
O, speak again, bright Angel! For thou art
As glorious to this night, being over my head
As is a winged messenger of Heaven
Unto the white, upturned, wondering eyes
30Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he ° the lazy, puffing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
O Romeo, Romeo, ° art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name.
35Or if thou will not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
[To himself] Shall I hear more or shall I speak at this?
‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thou self, though, not a Montague.
40What’s Montague? It is nor hand nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man.
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
45So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
Retain that divine perfection which he owes.
Without that title Romeo, ° thy name,
And for thy name which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.
50I take thee at thy word,
Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized.
Henceforth, I never will be Romeo.
What man art thou, that thus ° by night,
So stumbles on my °?
55By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am.
My name, dear Saint, is hateful to myself
Because it is an enemy to thee.
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
60Of thy tongue’s uttering, yet I know the sound.
Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
Neither, fair Saint, if either thee dislike.
How camest thou hither?
Tell me, and wherefore?
65The orchard walls are high and hard to climb
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
With love’s light wings did I ° these walls,
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
70And what love can do, that dares love attempt,
Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
Alas, there lies more peril in thine eyes,
Than twenty of their swords. Look thou but sweet,
75And I am ° against their °.
I would not for the world they saw thee here.
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
80Than death prolonged, wanted of thy love.
By whose direction found’st thou out this place?
By love, that first did prompt me to inquire.
He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.
I am no pilot; yet, were thou as far
85As the vast shore washeth with the farthest sea,
I should adventure for such merchandise.
Thou knowest the mask of night on my face,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.
90° would I dwell on °. Fain, fain deny
What I have spoke. But farewell °!
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilst say “Aye,”
And I will take thy word. Yet, if thou swear’st,
Thou might prove false. At lovers’ perjuries
95They say Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.
Or if thou think I am too quickly won,
I’ll frown and °, and say thee nay
So thou wilt woo; but else not for the world.
100In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond:
And therefore thou might think my behavior °.
But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true
Than those who have more cunning to be °.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
105But that thou overheard, ere I was ‘ware,
My true love’s passion. Therefore, pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered.
Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow,
110That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—
O swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
What shall I swear by?
115Do not swear at all.
Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my °,
And I’ll believe thee.
If my heart’s dear love—
120Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
I have no joy in this contract tonight.
It is too rash, too unadvis’d, too sudden,
Too like the lightning which doth cease to be
Ere one can say, “It lightens.” Sweet, good night.
125This bud of love by summer’s ripening breath
May prove a beauteous flower when we next meet.
Goodnight, goodnight! As sweet repose and rest,
Come to my heart, as that within my breast.
O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
130What satisfaction can’st thou have tonight?
Th’ exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.
I gave thee mine before thou did’st request it,
And yet I wish it would to give again.
Would’st thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?
135But to be frank and give it to thee again,
And yet I wish but for the thing I have.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
NURSE calls from within
140I hear some noise within, dear love. Adieu!
[Calls within] Anon, good nurse! [To ROMEO] Sweet Montague, be true.
Stay but a little. I will come again.
O blessed, blessed night! I am afraid,
Being in night, all this is but a dream,
145Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
Enter JULIET again
Three words, dear Romeo, And goodnight, indeed.
If that thy ° of love be honorable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow,
By one that I’ll procure to come to thee,
150Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite.
And all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay
And follow thee, my lord, throughout the world.
[From within] Madam!
I come, anon! [To ROMEO] But if thou mean not well,
155I do beseech thee—
[From within] Madam!
By and by, I come!
[To ROMEO] To cease thy strife, and leave me to my grief,
Tomorrow I will send.
160So thrive my soul—
A thousand times goodnight!
A thousand times the worse to want thy light.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
ROMEO starts to go
Enter JULIET again
165Hush, Romeo! Hush! O, for a falc’ner’s voice
To lure this tassel-gentle back again.
° is hoarse and may not speak aloud
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine
170From repetition of “My Romeo.”
It is my soul that calls upon my name.
How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night,
Like softest music to ° ears.
What o’clock tomorrow shall I send to thee?
By the hour of nine.
I will not fail. Tis twenty years ‘till then.
I have forgot why I did call thee back.
180Let me stand here ‘till thou remember it.
I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
Remembering how I love thy company.
And I’ll still stay to have thee still forget,
Forgetting any other home but this.
185‘Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a ° bird
That lets it hop a little from his hand
Like a poor prisoner in twisted cuffs,
And with a silken thread, plucks it back again,
190So loving-jealous of its liberty.
I would I were thy bird.
Sweet, so would I,
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Goodnight, goodnight. Parting is such sweet sorrow
195That I shall say goodnight ‘till it be morrow.
Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast,
Would I were sleep and peace so sweet to rest.
Hence will I to my ° friar’s cell.
His help to crave, and my dear ° to tell.
ACT 2, SCENE 3
Friar Lawrence carries a basket of herbs and plants as he contemplates the goodness of the earth. Romeo finds the friar. The friar notices that Romeo hasn’t slept, and asks if Romeo slept with Rosaline in sin. Romeo denies it and describes his new love of Juliet. The friar is concerned at how quickly Romeo’s feelings have changed. Romeo convinces the friar to perform a wedding for Romeo and Juliet. The friar hopes that some good may come of it, perhaps even an end to the feud between the Capulets and Montagues.
Friar Lawrence’s cell in Verona; early morning:
Enter FRIAR alone with a basket
The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light;
And fleckèd darkness like a drunkard reels
From forth day’s path and Titan’s fiery wheels.
5Now ere the sun advance his burning eye,
The day to cheer, and night’s dank dew to dry,
I must fill up this reed basket of ours
With deadly weeds, and precious juiced flowers.
The earth, that’s nature’s mother, is her tomb,
10And is her burying grave, and is her womb.
And from her womb children of diverse kind
We sucking on her natural bosom find.
Many for many virtues excellent,
None but for some, and yet all different.
15O, how great is the powerful grace that lies
In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities.
For naught so vile here on the earth doth live
But to the earth some special good doth give.
Nor aught so good but strained from that fair use—
20Used unnaturally—stumbles on abuse.
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied,
And vice sometimes, by action, dignified.
With the infant rind of this weak flower,
Poison hath residence, and medicine power.
25For this being smelt, with that part cheers our parts,
Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
Two such opposèd kings encamp them still,
In man as well as herbs, °, and °.
And where the worser is predominant,
30Full soon, the canker death eats up that plant.
Good morrow, Father.
What early tongue so sweet salutes me?
Young son, it argues a ° head
35If you so soon bade good morrow to thy bed.
Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.
But where unbruisèd youth with unstuffed brain
Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.
40Therefore thy earliness doth me assure
Thou art uproused with some distemperature:
Or if not so, then here I hit it right:
Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight.
That last is true. The sweeter rest was mine.
45God 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 where hast thou been, then?
I’ll tell thee ere thou ask it me again.
50I have been feasting with mine enemy
Where on a sudden one hath wounded me,
And, by me, wounded. Both our remedies
Within thy help and holy ° lies.
I bear no hatred, blessed man: for now
55My intervention likewise ° my foe.
Be plain, good son, and ° in thy drift.
Riddling confession finds but riddling °.
Then plainly know my heart’s dear love is set
On the fair daughter of rich Capulet.
60As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine,
And all combined, save what thou must combine
By holy marriage. Where, and when, and how
We met, we wooed, and made exchange of vow
I’ll tell thee as we pass, but this I pray:
65That thou consent to marry us today.
Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
Is Rosaline that thou didst love so dear
So soon forsaken? Young men’s love then lies
Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
70° Maria, what a deal of °
Hath washed thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline?
How much salt water thrown away in waste,
To season love, that of it doth not taste.
The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
75Thy old groans ring yet in mine ancient ears.
Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
Of an old tear that is not washed off yet.
If ever you were you, and these woes thine,
Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline.
80And art thou changed, pronounce this sentence then:
Women may fall when there’s no strength in men.
Thou ° me oft for loving Rosaline.
For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.
And ° me bury love.
85Not in a grave
To lay one in, another out to have.
I pray thee, chide me not. Her I love now
Doth grace for grace and love for love allow.
The other did not so.
90O, she knew well,
Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell.
But come young waverer, come, go with me,
In one respect I’ll thy assistant be,
For this alliance may so happy prove,
95To turn your households’ rancor to pure love.
O, let us hence. I stand on sudden haste.
Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast.
ACT 2, SCENE 4
Benvolio and Mercutio wonder where Romeo has been. Benvolio found out from a Montague servant that Romeo never returned home the night before. Benvolio tells Mercutio that Tybalt has challenged Romeo to a duel. Mercutio describes why he hates Tybalt. When Romeo arrives, Mercutio mocks Romeo for being weak because of his love for Rosaline. Romeo neglects to tell them about Juliet. The Nurse enters with a Capulet servant, Peter. Romeo tells her to pass on a message: have Juliet meet him for confessional at Friar Lawrence’s cell that afternoon, where Friar Lawrence will marry them. The Nurse agrees.
Somewhere in Verona; morning:
Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO
Where the devil should this Romeo be? Came he not home tonight?
Not to his father’s. I spoke with his man.
Why, that same pale, hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline, torments
him so, that he will sure run mad.
5Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet,
Hath sent a letter to his father’s house.
A challenge, I would swear.
Romeo will °.
Any man that can write may answer a letter.
10Nay, he will answer the letter’s master, how he dares, being dared.
Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead: stabbed with a white
wench’s black eye; shot through the ear with a love-song; the very
he a man to encounter Tybalt?
15Why, what is Tybalt?
More than the Prince of Cats, I can tell you. O, he’s the
courageous Captain of Compliments. He fights like you sing
pricksong, keeps time, distance and proportion; he rests, his
minim rest, one, two, and the third in your bosom. The very
20butcher of a silk button, a dualist, a dualist; a gentleman of the
very first house, of the first and second cause; ah, the immortal
passado! the punto reverso! the hay!
25tuners of accents! By Jesu, a very good blade! A very tall man! A
very good whore! Why, is not this a lamentable thing, °,
that we should be thus afflicted with these strange flies, these
fashion-mongers, these pardon-me’s, who stand so much on the
new form that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench. O, their
30bones, their bones!
Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.
Without his roe, like a dried herring. O flesh, flesh, how art thou
fishified! Now is he for the ° that Petrarch flowed in.
Laura to his lady was but a kitchen-wench; marry, she had a
35better love to be-rhyme her; Dido, a dowdy; Cleopatra, a gipsy;
Helen and Hero, ° and harlots; Thisbe, a grey eye or
two, but not worth mention.
[To Romeo] Signior Romeo, bonjour! There’s a French salutation to
your French °. You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night.
40Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit
Did I give you?
The slip, sir, the °. Can you not conceive?
Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was vital, and in such a case
as mine a man may strain courtesy.
45That’s as much as to say: Such a case as yours constrains a man to
bow in the hams.
Meaning to curtsy.
Thou hast most kindly hit it.
A most courteous explanation.
50Nay, I am the ° of courtesy.
Pink for flower.
Why, then is my pump well flowered.
Well said. Follow me this jest now, till thou has worn out thy
55pump, that when the single role of it is worn, the jest may remain,
after the wearing, solely singular.
O single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness.
Come between us, good Benvolio. My wits fail.
Swits and spurs, swits and spurs, or I’ll win this match.
60Nay, if our wits run the wild goose chase, I am done: for thou
hast more of the wild-goose in one of thy wits than I am sure I
have in my whole five. Was I with you there for the goose?
Thou wast never with me for anything when thou was not there
for the °.
65I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.
Nay, good goose, bite not.
Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.
And is it not, then, well served to a sweet goose?
O, here’s a wit like ° that stretches from an inch narrow
70to an ° broad.
I stretch it out for that word “”°, which added to the goose,
proves thee far and wide a broad goose.
Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? Now art thou
sociable; now art thou Romeo; now art thou what thou art, by art
75as well as by nature: for this riveling love is like a great °,
that runs ° up and down to hide his ° in a hole.
Stop there, stop there.
Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.
Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.
80O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short: For I was come
to the whole depth of my tale, and meant indeed to occupy the
argument no longer.
Enter NURSE and her man, PETER
Here comes goodly stuff. A sail, a sail!
Two, two: a shirt and a smock.
At your service.
My fan, Peter.
Good Peter, to hide her face, for her fan’s the fairer face.
God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
90God ye good evening, fair gentlewoman.
Is it good evening?
Tis no less, I tell ye, for the ° hand of the dial is now upon
the prick of noon.
Out upon you! What kind of man are you?
95One, gentlewoman, that God hath made, for himself to mar.
By my troth, well said. “For himself to mar,” quoth he? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the young
I can tell you, but young Romeo will be older when you have
100found him than he was when you sought him.
I am the youngest of that name, for lack of a worse.
You speak well.
Yea, is the worst well? Very well took, in faith, wisely, wisely.
If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you.
105She will indite him to some supper.
A bawd, a bawd, a bawd!
What hast thou found?
No hare sir, unless it be a hare in Lenten pie, that is somewhat
110stale and hoar ere it be spent.
He walks by them and sings
‘An old hare hoar,
And an old hare hoar
Is very good meat in Lent.
But a hare that is hoar,
115Is too much for a score,
When it hoars ere it be spent.’
Romeo, will you come to your father’s? We’ll dinner thither.
I will follow you.
Farwell, ancient lady; farewell, [singing] ‘Lady, Lady, lady.’
Exit BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO
120Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what ° was this
that was so full of °?
A gentleman, Nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will
speak more in a minute, than he will stand to in a month.
If he speak anything against me, I’ll take him down, even if he
125were ° than he is, with twenty such °; and if I could,
I’d find those that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-girls,
I am none of his skains-mates.
She turns to PETER
And thou like a knave must stand by, and see every knave use me at his pleasure?
130I saw no man use you at his pleasure; if I had, my weapon should
quickly have been out, I warrant you. I dare draw as
soon as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel and the law on
Now afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about me quivers.
135Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word. And as I told you, my young
lady bid me inquire you out; what she bid me say, I will keep to
myself, but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her in a fool’s
paradise, as they say, it would be very gross kind of behavior, as
they say. For the gentlewoman is young, and therefore, if you
140should ° with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered
to any gentlewoman, and very °.
Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress, I protest unto
Good heart, and in faith, I will tell her as much. Lord, Lord, she
145will be a joyful woman.
What wilt thou tell her Nurse? Thou dost not hear me.
I will tell her, sir, that you do protest, which as I take it, is a
Bid her devise some means to come to ° this afternoon, and
150there she shall at Friar Lawrence’s cell ° and married.
Here is for thy pains.
ROMEO offers her money.
No, truly sir, not a penny.
Go to; I say you shall.
This afternoon, sir? Well, she shall be there.
155And stay, good Nurse, behind the abbey wall.
Within this hour my man shall be with thee,
And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair,
Which to the high top-gallant of my joy
Must be my convoy in the secret night.
160Farewell, be trusty, and I’ll ° thy pains.
Farewell. Commend me to thy mistress.
Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir.
What sayest thou, my dear Nurse?
Is your man secret? Did you never hear say,
165Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
I warrant thee, my man’s as true as steel.
Well, sir, my mistress is the sweetest lady. Lord, Lord, when ‘twas
a little °. O, there is a nobleman in town, one Paris,
that would ° lay knife aboard. But she, good soul, would
170happily see a toad, a very toad, than him. I anger her sometimes,
and tell her that Paris is the properer man, but I’ll warrant you,
when I say so, she looks as pale as any ° in the versall
world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?
Aye, Nurse, what of that? Both with an “R.”
175Ah, mocker! That’s the dog’s name; R is for the—no, I know it
begins with some other letter—and she hath the prettiest
sententious of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good
to hear it.
Commend me to thy lady.
180Aye, a thousand times. Peter?
Before and °.
ACT 2, SCENE 5
Juliet waits for the Nurse to return. When the Nurse returns, Juliet begs her for information. The Nurse delays, saying she’s too tired and her body is too sore. Juliet pressures her until the Nurse gives in and tells her that Romeo is waiting to marry her at Friar Lawrence’s cell.
Somewhere outside the Capulet estate:
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 °! Love’s heralds should be thoughts
5Which ten times faster glide than the sun’s beams
Driving back shadows over lowering hills.
Therefore do nimble-pinioned doves draw Love,
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
10Of this day’s journey, and from nine till twelve,
Is three long hours, yet she is not come.
Had she affections and warm, youthful blood,
She would be as swift in motion as a ball,
My words would ° her to my sweet love,
15And 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.
20Peter, stay at the gate.
Now, good sweet Nurse—
O, Lord, why lookest thou sad?
Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily.
If good, thou shames the music of sweet news
25By playing it to me with so sour a face.
O, I am weary. Let me rest awhile.
Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunt I had!
I would thou had’st my bones, and I thy news.
Nay, come, I pray thee, speak. Good, good Nurse, speak.
30Jesu, what haste? Can you not wait awhile?
Do you not see that I am out of breath?
How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath
To say to me, that thou art out of breath?
The excuse that thou dost make in this delay,
35Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.
Is thy news good or bad? Answer to that.
Say either, and I’ll stay the circumstance.
Let me be satisfied, is’t good or bad?
Well, you have made a foolish choice. You know not how to
40choose a man. Romeo, no, not he, though his face be better than
any man’s; and his leg excels all mens’; and for a hand, and a foot,
and a body, though not much to talk on, yet they are past
compare. He is not the flower of courtesy, but I’ll warrant him as
gentle as a lamb. Go thy ways, wench; serve God. What, have you
45dined at home?
No, no. But all this did I know before.
What says he of our marriage? What of that?
Lord, how my head aches! What a head have I?
It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
50My back ° side! Oh my back, my back.
° your heart for sending me about
To catch my death with jaunting up and down.
I’faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.
Sweet, sweet, sweet Nurse, tell me, what says my love?
55Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome,
And I warrant, a virtuous—Where is your mother?
Where is my mother?
Why she is within, where should she be?
60How oddly thou repliest.
“Your love says like an honest gentleman:
Where is your mother?”
Oh God’s lady dear,
Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow.
65Is this the ° for my aching bones?
Henceforward do your messages yourself.
What a fuss! Come, what says Romeo?
Have you got leave to go to shrift today?
70Then ° you hence to Friar Lawrence’s cell,
There waits a husband to make you a wife.
Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks;
They turn to scarlet, straight, at any news.
Hie you to church. I must another way
75To fetch a ladder by which your love
Must climb a bird’s nest soon when it is dark,
I am the drudge, and toil in your delight.
But you shall bear the burden soon at night.
Go. I’ll to dinner; hie you to the cell.
80Hie to high fortune! Honest Nurse, farewell.
ACT 2, SCENE 6
Romeo and Friar Lawrence wait at the cell. Romeo says his current joy far outweighs any misfortune that may come. Juliet arrives. They all exit and the friar performs the wedding.
Friar Lawrence’s cell in Verona:
Enter FRIAR and ROMEO
So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
That, after hours, with sorrow chide us not!
Amen, amen, but come what sorrows will,
They cannot ° the exchange of joy
5That one short minute gives me of 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.
These violent delights have violent ends,
10And in their triumph die like fire and °.
Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And is the taste ° the appetite.
Therefore love moderately. Long love doth so.
15Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Here comes the Lady. O, so light a foot
Will never wear out the everlasting °.
A lover may bestride the °,
That idles in the wanton summer air,
20And yet not fall, so light is vanity.
Good evening to my ghostly confessor.
Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
And same to him, else is his thanks too much.
Ah Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
25Be heaped like mine, and since thy skill be more
To ° it, then sweeten with thy breath
This neighbor air, and let rich music’s tongue
Unfold the imagined happiness that we
Receive in either, by this dear encounter.
30°, more rich in matter than in words,
Brags of his substance, not of ornament.
They are but beggars that can count their worth,
But my true love is grown to such excess
I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
35Come, come with me, and we will make short work.
For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone
Till Holy Church incorporate two in one.
- King Cophetua: An African king who had no interest in women until he fell in love with a beggar woman outside his palace. ↵
- high forehead: a sign of female beauty ↵
- Now he will sit…medlar tree: Medlar tree fruit, also called the “open-arse,” was resemble to an anus. ↵
- poperin pear: pun for male genitalia; “pop her in” ↵
- Vestal livery: clothing worn by the maidens of Diana, the Roman goddess of the moon ↵
- Jove: Another name for Jupiter, the king of gods in Roman mythology ↵
- O, for a falc’ner’s voice / To lure this tassel-gentle back again: Juliet wishes she could call back Romeo the way a falconer calls back a male falcon (“tassel-gentle”). ↵
- Echo: a figure from Greek legend; a woman who wasted away from heartbreak and remains only as the voice that echoes back to you ↵
- Titan’s firey wheels: reference to Helios, Greek god of the sun ↵
- Benedicte: a blessing ↵
- To season: as in to salt ↵
- Women may fall: women will fail morally ↵
- by rote: memorization without understanding ↵
- young waverer: indecisive young man ↵
- pin: peg marking the center of a target ↵
- butt-shaft: arrow with no barb ↵
- Prince of Cats: a figure from a popular story, Reynard the Fox, who is also called Tybalt ↵
- Pricksong: or “pricked-song,” is music performed from written notation, instead of from memory or by ear ↵
- minim: to rest half a note ↵
- very first house: a prestigious school for fencing ↵
- the immortal…the hay: Italian fencing terms ↵
- pox: exclamation of irritation ↵
- antic: possibly grotesque or “antique,” though due to the era’s spelling and the context “antic” is likely ↵
- their bones: pun on French “bon” ↵
- roe: fish eggs, or the “ro” in Romeo ↵
- dowdy: unattractively dressed woman ↵
- Laura…Thisbe: classical figures who killed themselves for love ↵
- You gave us the counterfeit: i.e., you ditched us ↵
- my pump well flowered: i.e., my feet are tired from dancing ↵
- single-soled jest: weak joke ↵
- Swits and spurs: i.e., make your horse go faster ↵
- against the hair: against the grain ↵
- a shirt and a smock: meaning, a man and a woman ↵
- prick: clock point; male genitalia ↵
- By my troth: Upon my word ↵
- confidence: The Nurse fumbles on the word “conference.” ↵
- indite: Benvolio mocks the nurse by purposefully fumbling the word “invite.” ↵
- bawd: a hare; a go-between for prostitutes ↵
- Lenten pie: pie with no meat ↵
- hoar: moldy; pun on the word “whore” ↵
- for a score: to pay for ↵
- An old…be spent: If the Nurse were a whore, she would be like old bread that is only eaten as a last resort. ↵
- skains-mates: friends who carry knives ↵
- protest: The Nurse mistakes the word “protest” for “propose.” ↵
- cords made like a tackled stair: a rope ladder ↵
- top-gallant: the top of the mast of a ship ↵
- lay knife aboard: lay to claim Juliet ↵
- versall: the Nurse fumbles on the word “universal” ↵
- rosemary: In Hamlet, it is said that rosemary is “for remembrance” of the dead. ↵
- dog’s name: “R” sounds like a dog’s growl ↵
- sententious: the Nurse fumbles on the word “sentence” ↵
- nimble-pinioned doves draw Love: as doves pull Venus in her chariot ↵
- Cupid: son of Venus and god of desire, affection, and love ↵
- Fie: Here, an exclamation, like “oh!” ↵
- stay the circumstance: wait for details ↵
- Oh God’s lady dear: Holy Mary, mother of God ↵
- This neighbor air: this air we share ↵
summon (as in a spirit)
remove, cast away
salt water; tears
pay you for
piece of cloth
at the other
hardships of life