THE TRAGEDIE 
 
 OF 
 
 ROMEO AND IVLIET. 
 
 By 
 
 MR. IVILLIAM SHAKESPEARE : 
 
 The Text from the Folio of 1623; 
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ROMEO AND IVLIET. 
 
 The Editions defcrihed below are thofe , as far as known , which preceded 
 
 the Folio of 1623, 
 
 
 ^ I V HE foundation of this play was cc The Tragicall Hiftory of Romeus and Juliet, written 
 in verfe, in Italian, by Bandell, and now in Englifh by Ar. Br. Lond. by Rich. 
 Tottill.” 1562. Small 4to. 
 
 A N excellent conceited Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet. As it hath been often (with 
 ** ^ great applaufe) plaid publiquely, by the right Honourable the L. of Hunfdon his 
 v Seruants. Lond. Printed by John Danter, 1597. 4to. 39 leaves. 
 
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 ; I V HE moft excellent and lamentable Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet. Newly corrected, 
 n\ A augmented, and amended : As it hath bene fundry times publiquely adfed, by the 
 ^ right Honourable the Lord Chamberlaine his Seruants. Lond. Printed by Thomas Creede, 
 for Cuthbert Burby, and are to be fold at his ftiop neare the Exchange. 1599. 4to. 
 46 leaves. 
 
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 / I V HE moft excellent and Lamentable Tragedie, of Romeo and Juliet. As it hath beene 
 ^ fundrie times publiquely Ailed, by the Kings Maiefties Seruants at the Globe. 
 
 v Newly corrected, augmented and amended. Lond. Printed for lohn Smethwick, and are 
 
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 r | V HE molt excellent and Lamentable Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet. As it hath 
 ^ beene fundrie times publikely A<fted, by the Kings Maiefties Seruants at the 
 Globe. Newly Corre&ed, augmented, and amended. Lond Printed for Iohn Smethwicke, 
 and are to be fold at his Shop in Saint Dunftanes Church-yard in Fleete ftreete under 
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 of Shakefpearef 1864. 
 
THE TRAGEDIE OF 
 
 ROMEO and IVLIET. 
 
 <*A Bus Primus. Sccena ^Prima. 
 
 Enter Sampfon and Gregory , with Swords and Bucklers, 
 of the Houfe of Capulet . 
 
 Sampfon. 
 
 Regory : A my word wee’l not carry coales. 
 
 Greg. No, for then we fhould be Colliars. 
 Samp . I mean, if we be in choller, wee’l draw, 
 spcsZzquu Greg. I, While'you liue, draw your necke out 
 o’th Collar. 
 
 Samp. I ftrike quickly, being mou’d. 
 
 Greg , But thou art not quickly mou’d to ftrike. 
 
 Samp. A dog of the houfe of Mountague, mouzs me. 
 
 Greg. To moue,is to ftir: and to be valiant, is to ftand: 
 Therefore, if thou art mou’d, thou runft away. 
 
 Samp. A dogge of that houfe fliall moue me to ftand. 
 I will take the wall of any Man or Maid of Mountagues. 
 
 Greg. That fhewes thee a weake llaue, for the wea- 
 keft goes to the wall. 
 
 Samp. True, and therefore women being the weaker 
 Veflels, are euer thruft to the wall : therefore I will pufti 
 Mountagues men from the wall, and thruft his Maides to 
 the wall. (their men. 
 
 Greg. The Quarrell is betweene our Matters, and vs 
 
 Samp. ’Tis all one, I will ftiew my felfe a tyrant:when 
 I haue fought with the men, I will bee ciuill with the 
 Maids, and cut off their heads. 
 
 Greg, The heads of the Maids ? * 
 
 &z*«.I,the heads of the Maids, or their Maiden-heads, 
 Take it in what fence thou wilt. 
 
 Greg. They muft take it fence, that feele it. 
 
 Samp. Me they lhall feele while I am able to ftand : 
 And ’tis knowne I am a pretty peece of flefh. 
 
 Greg. ’Tis well thou art not Filh : If thou had’ft, thou 
 had’ft beene poore John. Draw thy Toole, here comes of 
 the Houfe of the c Mountagues. 
 
 Enter two other Seruingmen. 
 
 Sam. My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I wil back thee 
 
 Gre. How? Turne thy backe,and run. 
 
 Sam. Feare me not. 
 
 Gre. No marry : I feare thee. 
 
 Sam. Let vs take the Law of our fides:let them begin. 
 
 Gr. I wil frown as I paffe by,& let the take it as they lift 
 
 Sam. Nay, as they dare. I wil bite my Thumb at them, 
 which is a difgrace to them, if they beare it. 
 
 Abra, Do you bite your Thumbe at vs fir ? 
 
 Samp. I do bite my Thumbe, fir. 
 
 Abra. Do you bite your Thumb at vs, fir? 
 
 Sam. Is the Law of our fide, if I fay I? Gre. No. 
 
 Sam, No fir, I do not bite my Thumbe at you fir : but 
 I bite my Thumbe fir. 
 
 Greg. Do you quarrell fir ? 
 
 Abra. Quarrell fir? no fir. (as you 
 
 Sam. If you do fir, I am for you, I ferue as good a man 
 
 Abra. No better ? Samp, Well fir. 
 
 Enter e Benuolio. 
 
 Qr. Say better: here comes one of my matters kinfmen. 
 
 Samp. Y es, better. 
 
 Abra. You Lye. 
 
 Samp. Draw if you be men. Gregory, remember thy 
 wafhing blow. They Fight. 
 
 Ben , Part Fooles, put vp your Swords, you know not 
 what you do. 
 
 Enter Tibalt. 
 
 Tyb. What art thou drawne, among thefe heartleffe 
 Hindes? Turne thee Tenuolio, looke vpon thy death. 
 
 Ben. I do but keepe the peace, put vp thy Sword, 
 
 Or manage it to part thefe men with me. 
 
 Tyb. What draw, and talke of peace? I hate the word 
 As I hate hell, all Mountagues,a.n& thee : 
 
 Haue at thee Coward. Fight. 
 
 Enter three or foure Citizens with Clubs. 
 
 Offi . Clubs, Bils, and Partifons, ftrike, beat them down 
 Downe with the Capulets ,downe with the Mountagues. 
 
 Enter old Capulet in his Gowne,and his wife. 
 
 Cap. What noife is this?Giue me my long Sword ho. 
 
 Wife. A crutch, a crutch : why call you for a Sword ? 
 
 Cap. My Sword I fay : Old Mountague is come, 
 
 And flouriflies his Blade in fpight of me. 
 
 Enter old Mountague , & his wife. 
 
 Moun. Thou villaine Capulet. Hold me not, let me go 
 
 2. Wife. Thou fhalt not ftir a foote to feeke a Foe. 
 
 Enter Prince Estates, with his Traine. 
 
 Prince. Rebellious Subiedls, Enemies to peace, 
 Prophaners of this Neighbor-ftained Steele, 
 
 Will they not heare ? What hoe, you Men, you Beafts, 
 That quench the fire of your pernitious Rage, 
 
 With purple Fountaines ifluing from your Veines : 
 
 On paine of Torture, from thofe bloody hands 
 Throw your miftemper’d Weapons to the ground, 
 
 And heare the Sentence of your mooued Prince. 
 
 Three ciuill Broyles, bred of an Ayery word, 
 
 By thee old Capulet and Mountague , 
 
 Haue thrice difturb’d the quiet of our ftreets, 
 
 And made Verona's ancient Citizens 
 Caft by their Graue befeeming Ornaments, 
 
 To wield old Partizans, in hands as old, 
 
 A Cankred 
 
2 The Tr age die oj T(omeo and Juliet. 
 
 Cankred with peace, to part your Cankred hate, 
 
 If euer you difturbe our ftreets againe, 
 
 Your Hues /hall pay the forfeit of the peace. 
 
 For this time all the reft depart away : 
 
 You Capulet /hall goe along with me, 
 
 And Mountague come you this afternoone, 
 
 To know our Fathers pleafure in this cafe : 
 
 To old Free-towne, our common judgement place: 
 
 Once more on paine of death, all men depart. Exeunt. 
 
 Moun. Who fet this auncient quarrell new abroach ? 
 Spe 3 ke Nephew, were you by, when it began: 
 
 Ben. Heere were the feruants of your aduerfarie, 
 
 And yours clofe fighting ere I did approach, 
 
 I drew to part them, in the inftant came 
 The fiery Tibalt, with his fword prepar’d, 
 
 Which as he breath’d defiance to my eares, 
 
 He fwong about his head, and cut the windes, 
 
 Who nothing hurt withall,hift him in fcorne. 
 
 While we were enterchanging thrufts and blowes, 
 
 Came more and more, and fought on part and part, 
 
 Till the Prince came, who parted either part. 
 
 Wife. O where is Romeo, faw you him to day? 
 
 Right glad am I, he was not at this fray. 
 
 Ben. Madam, an houre before the wor/hipt Sun 
 Peer’d forth the golden window of the Eaft, 
 
 A troubled mind draue me to walke abroad, 
 
 Where vnderneath the groue of Sycamour, 
 
 That Weft-ward rooteth from this City fide : 
 
 So earely walking did I fee your Sonne : 
 
 Towards him I made, but he was ware of me, 
 
 And ftole into the couert of the wood, 
 
 I meafuring his affedtions by my owne, 
 
 Which then moft fought, wher moft might not be found : 
 Being one too many by my weary felfe, 
 
 Purfued my Honour, not purfuing his 
 
 And gladly /hunn’d, who gladly fled from me. 
 
 Mount. Many a morning hath he there beene feene, 
 With teares augmenting the frefh mornings deaw, 
 Adding to cloudes, more cloudes with his deepe fighes, 
 
 , But all fo foone as the all-cheering Sunne, 
 
 Should in the fartheft Eaft begin to draw 
 The lhadie Curtaines from Auroreu bed, 
 
 Away from light fteales home my heauy Sonne, 
 
 And priuate in his Chamber pennes himfclfe, 
 
 Shuts vp his windowes,lockes faire day-light out, 
 
 And makes himfelfe an artificiall night: 
 
 Blacke and portendous mull this humour proue, 
 
 Vnlefle good counfell may the caufe remoue. 
 
 Ben. My Noble Vncle doe you know the caufe ? 
 
 Moun. I neither know it, nor can learne of him. 
 
 'Ben. Haue you importun’d him by any meanes ? 
 
 Moun. Both by my felfe and many others Friends, 
 
 But he his owne affedtions counfeller, 
 
 Is to himfelfe( I will not fay how true) 
 
 But to himfelfe fo fecret and fo clofe, 
 
 So farre from founding and difcouery, 
 
 As is the bud bit with an enuious worme, 
 
 Ere he can fpread his fweete leaues to the ayre, 
 
 Or dedicate his beauty to the fame. 
 
 Could we but learne from whence his forrowes grow, 
 
 I We would as willingly giue cure, as know. 
 
 Enter Romeo. 
 
 Be .n See where he comes, fo pleafe you ftep afide, 
 
 He know his greeuance,or be much denide. 
 
 Moun. I would thou wert fo happy by thy ftay, 
 
 To heare true /hrift. Come Madam let’s away. Exeunt. 
 
 Ben. Good morrow Coufin. 
 
 Rom. Is the day fo young ? 
 
 Ben. But new ftrooke nine. 
 
 Rom. Aye me, fad houres feeme long: 
 
 Was that my Father that went henec fo faft ? 
 
 Ben. It was : what fadnes lengthens Romeo's houres ? 
 
 Ro. Not hauing that, which hauing, makes them /hort 
 
 Ben. In loue. 
 
 Romeo. Out. 
 
 Ben. Of loue. 
 
 Rom. Out of her fauour where I am in loue. 
 
 Ben. Alas that loue fo gentle in his view, 
 
 Should be fo tyrannous and rough in proofe. 
 
 Rom. Alas that loue, whofe view is muffled ftill, 
 
 Should without eyes, fee path-wayes to his will: 
 
 Where /hall we dine? O me : what fray was heere? 
 
 Yet tell me not, fori haue heard it all: 
 
 Heere’s much to do with hate, but more with loue: 
 
 Why then,0 brawling loue,0 louing hate, 
 
 ' O any thing, of nothing firft created : 
 
 I O heauie lightnefle,ferious vanity, 
 
 Mi/hapen Chaos of welfeeing formes, 
 
 Feather of lead, bright fmoake, cold fire,ficke health, 
 
 ; Still waking lleepe, that is not what it is : 
 
 This loue feele I, that feele no loue in this. 
 
 Doeft thou not laugh ? 
 
 Ben. No Coze, I rather weepe. 
 
 Rom. Good heart, at what ? 
 
 Ben. At thy good hearts opprefsion. 
 
 Rom. Why fuch is loues tranfg refsion. 
 
 Griefes of mine owne lie heauie in my breaft, 
 
 Which thou wilt propagate to haue it preaft 
 With more of thine, this loue that thou haft /howne, 
 
 Doth adde more griefe,to too much of mine owne. 
 
 ! Loue, is a fmoake made with the fume of fighes, 
 
 ; Being purg’d, a fire fparkling in Louers eyes, 
 
 Being vext,a Sea nouri/ht with louing teares, 
 
 [ What is it elfe ? a madnefle, moft difcreet, 
 
 A choking gall, and a preferuing fweet : 
 
 Farewell my Coze. 
 
 Ben. Soft I will goe along. 
 
 S And if you leaue me fo,you do me wrong. 
 
 Rom. Tut I haue loft my felfe, I am not here, 
 
 This is not Romeo, hee’s fome other where. 
 
 Ben. Tell me in fadnefle,who is that you loue ? 
 
 Rom. What /hall I grone and tell thee ? 
 
 Ben. Grone, why no : but fadly tell me who. 
 
 'Rom. A ficke man in fadnefie makes his will : 
 
 A. word ill vrg’d to one that is fo ill : 
 j Jn fadnefle Cozin,I do loue a woman. 
 
 1 Ben. I aym’d fo neare, when I fuppof’d you lou’d. 
 
 Rom. A right good marke man, and /hee’s faire I loue 
 
 Ben. A right faire marke, faire Coze, is fooneft hit. 
 i Rom. Well in that hit you mifle,/heel not be hit 
 ; With Cupids arrow, /he hath Dians wit : 
 
 1 And in ftrong proofe of chaftity well arm’d: 
 
 From loues weake childi/h Bow, /he liues vncharm’d. 
 
 | Shee will not ftay the fiege of louing tearmes, 
 
 Nor bid th ’incounter of aflailing eyes. 
 
 Nor open her lap to Saindl-feducing Gold : 
 
 O /he is rich in beautie,onely poore, 
 
 That when /he dies, with beautie dies her ftore. 
 
 Ben. Then /he hath fworne, that /he will ftill liue ch'aft ? 
 
 Rom. She hath, and in that fparing make huge waft? 
 For beauty fteru’d with her feuerity, 
 
 Cuts beau tv off from all rofteritie. 
 
 Sh e 
 
| She is too faire,too wifewi : fely too faire, 
 
 To merit blifle by making me difpaire : 
 
 She hath forfworne to loue, and in that vow 
 Do I liue dead, that liue to tell it now. 
 
 ‘Ben. Be rul’d by me, forget to thinke of her. 
 
 Rom. O teach me how I lhould forget to thinke. 
 
 Ben. By giuing liberty vnto thine eyes, 
 
 Examine other beauties, 
 
 jRo.’Tis the way to cal hers(exquifit)in queftion more, 
 Thefe happy maskes that kifle faire Ladies browes, 
 
 Being blacke,puts vs in mind they hide the faire : 
 
 ( He that is ftrooken blind, cannot forget 
 j The precious treafure ofhis eye-light loft : 
 
 I Shew me a Miftrefie that is palling faire, 
 
 What doth her beauty ferue but as a note, 
 
 Where I may read who paft that palling faire. 
 
 I Farewell thou can’ll not teach me to forget, 
 
 ‘Ben. lie pay that do<Slrine,or elfe die in debt. Exeunt 
 Enter Capulet , Countie Paris, and the Clowne. 
 
 Capu. cMountague is bound as well as I, 
 
 In penalty alike, and ’tis not hard 1 thinke, 
 
 For men fo old as wee, to keepe the peace. 
 
 Par. Of Honourable reckoning are you both, 
 
 And pittie ’tis you liu’d at ods fo long: 
 
 But now my Lord, what fay you to my fute ? 
 
 Capu. But faying ore what I haue laid before, 
 
 My Child is yet a ftranger in the world, 
 
 Shee hath not feene the change offourteene yeares, 
 
 Let two more Summers wither in their pride, 
 
 Ere we may thinke her ripe to be a Bride. 
 
 Pari . Younger then lhe,are happy mothers made. 
 
 Capu. And too foone mar’d are thofe fo early made : 
 Earth hath fwallowed all my hopes but Ihe, 
 
 Shee’s the hopefull Lady of my earth: 
 
 But wooe her gentle Paris , get her heart, 
 
 My will to her confent, is but a part, 
 
 And Ihee agree, within her fcope of choife, 
 
 Lyes my confent, and faire according voice : 
 
 This night I hold an old accuftom’d Feaft, 
 
 Whereto I haue inuited many a Gueft, 
 
 Such as I loue, and you among the ftore, 
 
 One more, moll welcome makes my number more : 
 
 At my poore houfe,looke to behold this night, 
 Earth-treading ftarres,that make darke heauen light, 
 
 Such comfort as do lufty young men feele, 
 
 When well apparrel’d Aprill on the heele 
 Of limping Winter treads, euen fuch delight 
 Among frelh Fennell buds Ihall you this night 
 Inherit at my houfe: heare all, all fee : 
 
 And like her moll, whofe merit moll Ihall be : 
 
 Which one more veiw,of many, mine being one, 
 
 May Hand in number, though in reckning none. 
 
 Come,goe with me: goe lirrah trudge about, 
 
 Through faire Verona, find thofe perfons out, 
 
 Whofe names are written there, and to them fay, 
 
 My houfe and welcome, on their pleafure ftay. Exit. 
 
 Ser. Find them out whofe names are written. Heere it 
 is written, that the Shoo-maker lhould meddle with his 
 Yard, and the Tayler with his Laft, the Filher with his 
 Penfill, and the Painter with his Nets. But I am fent to 
 find thofe perfons whofe names are writ,& can neuer find 
 what names the writing perfon hath here writl( I mull to 
 the learned) in good time. 
 
 Enter ‘Benuolio , and ‘Romeo. 
 
 Ben. Tut man, one fire burnes out anothers burning, 
 One paine is lefned by anothers anguilh : 
 
 Turne giddie, and be holpe by backward turning : 
 
 One defparate greefe, cures with anothers lauguilh : 
 
 Take thou fome newinfedlion to the eye, 
 
 And the rank poyfon of the old wil die. 
 
 ‘Rom. Y our Plan tan leafe is excellent for that. 
 
 ‘Ben. For what I pray thee ? . 
 
 Rom. For your broken Ihin. 
 
 ‘Ben. Why Romeo art thou mad ? 
 
 Rom. Not mad, but bound more then a mad man is: 
 Shut vp in prifon,kept without my foode, 
 
 Whipt and tormented : and Godden good fellow, 
 
 Ser. Godgigoden, I pray fir can you read? 
 
 Rom. I mine owne fortune in my miferie. 
 
 Ser. Perhaps you haue learn’d it without booke : 
 j But I pray can you read any thingyou fee? 
 
 Rom. I, if I know the Letters and the Language. 
 
 Ser , Ye fay honeftly,reft you meny. 
 
 Rom. Stay fellow, I can read. 
 
 He reades the Letter. 
 
 0 Eigneur Martino ,and his rvife and daughter : County An- 
 O felme and his beautious ffters : the Lady widdow of'Utru- 
 uio , Seigneur Placentio ,and his louely Neeces : Mercutio and 
 bis brother V alentine : mine amcle Capulet his wife and daugh- 
 ters : my faire Neece Rofaline ,Liuia , Seigneur V alentio, & his 
 Cofen ‘Tybalt : Lucio and the liuely Plelena. 
 
 A faire afiembly, whither lhould they come? 
 
 Ser. Vp. 
 
 Rom. Whither? tofupper? 
 
 Ser. To our houfe. 
 
 Rom. Whofe houfe ? 
 
 Ser. My Maifters. 
 
 Rom, Indeed I lhould haue asktyou that before. 
 
 Ser. Now lie tell you without asking. My maifter is 
 the great rich Capulet , and if you be not of the houfe of 
 Mountagues I pray come and crulh a cup,of wine. Reft 
 you merry. Exit. 
 
 Ben. At this fame auncient Feaft of Capulets 
 Sups the faire ‘Rofaline, whom thou fo loues : 
 
 With all the admired Beauties of Verona, 
 
 Go thither and with vnattainted eye, 
 
 Compare her face with fome that I Ihall Ihow, 
 
 And I will make thee thinke thy Swan a Crow. 
 
 Rom. When the deuout religion of mine eye 
 Maintaines fuch fallhood,then turne teares to fire : 
 
 And thefe who often drown’d could neuer die, 
 
 Tranfparent Heretiques be burnt for liers. 
 
 One fairer then my loue : the all-feeing Sun 
 Nere faw her match, fince firft the world begun. 
 
 Ben. Tut, you faw her faire, none elfe being by, 
 
 Herfelfe poyf’d with herfelfe in either eye : 
 
 But in that Chriftall fcalesjet there be waid, 
 
 Your Ladies loue againft fome other Maid 
 That I will Ihow you,lhining at this Feaft, 
 
 And Ihe Ihew fcant Ihell, well, that now Ihewes bell. 
 
 Rom. lie goe along, no fuch fight to be fhowne, 
 
 But to reioyce in fplendor of mine owne. 
 
 Enter Capulets Wife and Nurfe. 
 
 Wife Nurfe wher’s my daughter? call her forth to me. 
 
 Nurfe. Now by my Maidenhead, at twelue yeare old 
 
 1 bad her come, what Lamb:what Ladi-bird, God forbid, 
 Where’s this Girle ? what Iuliet ? 
 
 Enter Iuliet. 
 
 Iuliet. How now, who calls ? 
 
 Nur. Your Mother. 
 
 Iuliet. Madam I am heere, what is your will ? 
 
 Wife. This is the matter : Nurfe giue leaue awhile, we 
 A 2 muft 
 
 T he I'ragedie of d^omeo and Iuliet. 
 
4 The Tr age die of <r Rf)meo and Juliet. 
 
 muft talke in fecret. Nurfe come backe againe,I haue re- 
 membred me,thou’re heare our counfell. Thou knowe/l 
 my daughter’s of a prety age. 
 
 Nurfe. Faith I can tell her age vnto an houre. 
 
 Wife. Shee’s not fourteene. 
 
 Nurfe. lie lay fourteene of my teeth, 
 
 And yet to my teene be it fpoken, 
 
 I haue but foure, /hee’s not fourteene. 
 
 How long is it now to Lammas tide ? 
 
 Wife. A fortnight and odde dayes. 
 
 Nurfe. Euen or odde, of all daies in the yeare come 
 Lammas Eue at night fhall /he be fourteene. Sufan Sc /he, 
 God reft all Chriftian foules, were of an age. Well Sufan 
 is with God, /he was too good for me. But as I faid, on La- 
 mas Eue at night /hall /he be fourteene, that /hall /he ma- 
 rie,! remember it well. ’Tis fince the Earth-quake now 
 eleuen yeare s, and ftje was wean’d 1 neuer /hall forget it, 
 of all the daies of the yeare, vpon that day ; for I had then 
 laid Worme-wood to my Dug fitting in the Sunne vnder 
 the Douehoufe wall, my Lord and you were then at 
 Mantua , nay I doe beare a braine. But as I faid, when it 
 did taft the Worme-wood on the nipple of my Dugge, 
 arid felt it bitter, pretty foole,to fee it teachie, and fall out 
 with the Dugge, Shake quoth the Doue-houfe, ’twas no 
 neede I trow to bid mee trudge : and fince that time it is 
 a eleuen yeares, for then /he could ftand alone, nay bi’th’ 
 roode /he could haue runne,& wadled all about : for euen 
 the day before /lie broke her brow, & then my Husband 
 God be with his foule, a was a merrie man, tooke vp the 
 Child, yea quoth hee,doeft thou fall vpon thy face ? thou 
 wilt fall backeward when thou haft more wit, wilt thou 
 not Iule ? And by my holy-dam, rhe pretty wretch lefte 
 crying, & faid 1 : to fee now how a left /hall come about. 
 I warrant, & I /hall liue a thoufand yeares, I neuer /hould 
 forget it : wilt thou not Iulet quoth he?and pretty foole it 
 /tinted, and faid I. 
 
 Old La. Inough of this, I pray thee hold thy peace. 
 
 Nurfe. Yes Madam, yet I cannot chufe but laugh, to 
 thinke it /hould leaue crying, & fay I ; and yet I warrant 
 it had vpon it brow, a bumpe as big as a young Cockrels 
 ftone? A perilous knock, and it cryed bitterly. Yea quoth 
 my husband, fall’ll vpon thy face, thou wilt fall back- 
 ward when thou commeft to age : wilt thou not Iule ? It 
 ftinted:and faid I. 
 
 Iule. And ftint thou too, I pray thee Nurfe ,fay I. 
 
 Nur. Peace I haue done:God marke thee too his grace 
 thou waft the prettied Babe that ere I nurft, and I might 
 liue to fee thee married once, I haue my wi/h. 
 
 Old La. Marry that marry is the very theame 
 I came to talke of, tell me daughter Iuliet , 
 
 How /lands your difpofition to be Married? 
 
 luli. It is an hcure that I dreame not of. 
 
 Nur . An houre, were not I thine onely Nurfe, I would 
 fay thou had’ft fuckt wifedome from thy teat. 
 
 Old La. Well thinke of marriage now,yonger then you 
 Heere in Verona , Ladies of efteeme, 
 
 Are made already Mothers. By my count 
 I was your Mother, much vpon thefe yeares 
 That you are now a Maide,thus then in briefe : 
 
 The valiant Taris feekes you for his loue. 
 
 Nurfe. A man young Lady, Lady, fuch a man as all 
 the world. Why hee’s a man of waxe. 
 
 Old La. Veronas Summer hath not fuch a flower. 
 
 Nurfe. Nay hee’s a flower, infaith a very flower. 
 
 Old La: What fay you, can you loue the Gentleman? 
 
 | This night you /hall behold him at our Feaft, 
 
 Read ore the volume of young Paris face, 
 
 And find delight, writ there with Beauties pen: 
 
 Examine euery feuerall liniament, 
 
 And fee how one another lends content: 
 
 And what obfcur’d in this faire volume lies, 
 
 Find written in the Margent of his eyes. 
 
 This precious Booke of Loue, this vnbound Louer, 
 
 To Beautifie him, onely lacks a Couer. 
 
 The fi/h liues in the Sea, and ’tis much pride 
 For faire without, the faire within to hide : 
 
 That Booke in manies eyes doth /hare the glorie, 
 
 That in Gold clafpes, Lockes in the Golden ftorie : 
 
 So /hall you /hare all that he doth poflefle, 
 
 By hauing him, making your felfe no lefle. 
 
 Nurfe. No lefle, nay bigger:women grow by men. 
 
 Old La. Speake briefly, can you like of laris loue f 
 
 lull. lie looke to like, if looking liking moue. 
 
 But no more deepe will I endart mine eye, 
 
 Then your confent giues ftrength to make flye. 
 
 Enter a Seruing man. 
 
 Ser. Madam, the guefts are come, fupper feru’d vp,you 
 cal’d,my young Lady askt for, the Nurfe cur’ft in the Pan- 
 tery,and euery thing in extremitie : I muft hence to wait, I 
 befeech you follow ftraight. Exit. 
 
 c Wfo. We follow th tt,Iuliet , the Countie ftaies. 
 
 Nurfe. Goe Gyrle, leeke happve nights to happy daies. 
 
 Exeunt . 
 
 Enter Romeo,cMercutio,Benuolio,vritb fiue or Jixe 
 other Masters. ‘Torch- bearers. 
 
 Rom . What /hall this fpeeh be fpoke for our excufe i 
 Or /hall we on without Apologie? 
 
 Hen. The date is out of fuch prolixitie, 
 
 Weele haue no Cupid, hood winkt with a skarfe, 
 
 Bearing a Tartars painted Bow of lath, 
 
 Skaring the Ladies like a Crow-keeper. 
 
 But let them meafure vs by what they will. 
 
 Weele meafure them a Meafure, and be gone. 
 
 Rom. Giue me a Torch, I am not for this ambling. 
 
 Being but heauy I will beare the light. 
 
 Mer. Nay gentle Romeo, -we muft haue you dance. 
 
 Rom. Not I beleeue me, you haue dancing /hooes 
 With nimble foies, I haue a foale of Lead 
 So /lakes me to the ground, I cannot moue. 
 
 <iMer. You are a Louer, borrow Cupids wings, 
 
 And foare with them aboue a common bound. 
 
 Rom. I am too fore enpearced with his /haft, 
 
 To foare with his light feathers, and to bound: 
 
 I cannot bound a pitch aboue dull woe, 
 
 Vnder loues heauy burthen doe I finke. 
 
 Hora. And to finke in it /hould you burthen loue, 
 
 Too great oppreflion for a tender thing. 
 
 Rom. Is loue a tender thing? it is too rough, 
 
 Too rude, too boyfterous, and it pricks like thorne. 
 
 c. "Mer. If loue be rough with you, be rough with loue, 
 Pricke loue for pricking, and you beat loue downe, 
 
 Giue me a Cafe to put my vifage in, 
 
 A Vifor for a Vifor, what care I 
 What curious eye doth quote deformities; 
 
 Here are the Beetle-browes /hall blu/h for me. 
 
 Ben. Come knocke and enter, and no fooner in, 
 
 But euery man betake him to his legs. 
 
 Rom. A Torch for me, let wantons light of heart 
 Tickle the fencelefle ru/hes with their heeles : 
 
 For I am prouerb’d with a Grandfier Phrafe, 
 lie be a Candle-holder and looke on, 
 
 The game was nere fo faire, and 1 am done. 
 
"TbeT rage die of 'Tfomeo and J uliet . 5 
 
 Mer. Tut, duns the Moufe, the Conftables owne word, 
 
 If thou art dun,weele draw thee from the mire. 
 
 Or faue your reuerence loue, wherein thou ftickeft 
 Yp to the eares, come we burne day -light ho, 
 
 Rom. Nay that’s not fo. 
 
 Mer. I meane fir I delay, 
 
 We waft our lights in vaine, lights, lights, by day; 
 
 Take our good meaning, for our Iudgement fits 
 Fiue times in that, ere once in our fine wits. 
 
 Rom. And we meane well in going to this Maske, 
 
 But ’tis no wit to go. 
 
 c Mer. Why may one aske ? 
 
 Rom. I dreampt a dreame to night. 
 iMer, And fo did I. 
 
 Rom. Well what was yours? 
 c Mer. That dreamers often lye. 
 
 Bp. In bed a fieepe while they do dreame things true. 
 Mer. O then I fee Queene Mab hath beene with you : 
 She is the Fairies Midwife, & fhe comes in fiiape no big- 
 ger then Agat-ftone, on the fore-finger of an Alderman, 
 drawne with a teeme of little Atomies, ouer mens nofes as 
 they lie afleepe : her Waggon Spokes made of long Spin- 
 ners legs : the Couer of the wings of Grafhoppers, her 
 Traces of ■ the fmalleft Spiders web, her coullers of the 
 Moonfhines watry Beames, her Whip of Crickets bone, 
 the Lafti of Philome, her Waggoner, afmall gray-coated 
 Gnat, not halfe fo bigge as a round little Worme, prickt 
 from the Lazie-finger of a man. Her Chariot is an emptie 
 Hafelnut, made by the Ioyner Squirrel or old Grub, time 
 out a mind, the Faries Coach-makers : Sc in this ftate fhe 
 gallops night by night, through Louers braines : and then 
 they dreame of Loue. On Courtiers knees, that dreame on 
 Curfies ftrait : ore Lawyers fingers, who ftraiti dreamt on 
 Fees, ore Ladies lips, who ftrait on kifies dreame, which 
 oft the angry Mab with blifters plagues, becaule their 
 breath with Sweet meats tainted are. Sometime fhe gal- 
 lops ore a Courtiers nofe, & then dreames he of fmelling 
 out afute: & fomtime comes fhe with Tith pigs tale, tick- j 
 ling a Parfons nofe as a lies afleepe, then he dreames o f 
 another Benefice. Sometime fhe driueth ore a Souldiers 
 necke, & then dreames he of cutting Forraine throats, of 
 Breaches, Ambufcados, Spanifh Blades : Of Healths fiue 
 Fadome deepe,and then anon drums in his eares, at which 
 he ,ftartes and wakes; and being thus frighted, fweares a 
 prayer or two & fleepes againe:this is that very Mab that 
 plats the manes of Horfes in the night : & bakes the Elk- 
 locks in foule fluttifh haires, which once vntangled,much 
 misfortune bodes, 
 
 This is the hag, when Maides lie on their backs. 
 
 That prefles them, and learnes them firft to beare, 
 
 Making them women of good carriage : 
 
 This is fhe. 
 
 Rom . Peace, peace, cMercutio peace, 
 
 Thou talk’ft of nothing. 
 
 cMer. True, I talke of dreames : 
 
 Which are the children of an idle braine, 
 
 Begot of nothing, but vaine phantafie , 
 
 Which is as thin of fubftance as the ayre, 
 
 And more inconftant then the wind, who wooes 
 Euen now the frozen bofome of the North : 
 
 And being anger’d, puffes away from thence, 
 
 Turning his fide to the dew dropping South. 
 
 Ten. This wind you talke of blowes vs from our felues, 
 Supper is done, and we fha'll come too late. 
 
 Rom. I feare too early, for my mind mifgiues, 
 
 Some confequence yet hanging in the ftarres, 
 
 Shall bitterly begin his fearefull date 
 With this nights reuels ,and expire the tearme 
 Of a defpifed life clof’d in my breft: 
 
 By fome vile forfeit of vntimely death. 
 
 But he that hath the ftirrage of mycourfe, 
 
 Diredt my fute : on luftie Gentlemen. 
 
 Ben. Strike Drum. 
 
 They march about the Stage , and Seruingmen come forth j 
 with their napkins. 
 
 Enter Seruant. 
 
 Ser. Where’s Totpan, that he helpes not to take away? | 
 He fhift a Trencher ? he fcrape a Trencher ? 
 
 1. When good manners, fhall lie in one or two mens 
 hands, and they vnwafht too, ’tis a foule thing. 
 
 Ser. Away with the Ioynftooles, remoue the Court- t 
 cubbord, looke to the Plate: good thou, faue mee a piece i 
 of Marchpane, and as thou loueft me, let the Porter let in | 
 Sufan Grindjione, and Nell , Anthonie and Potpan. 
 
 2. I Boy readie. 
 
 Ser. You are lookt for, and cal’d for, askt for,& fought 
 for, in the great Chamber. 
 
 1 We cannot be here and there too, chearly Boyes, 
 
 Be brisk awhile, and the longer liuer take all. 
 
 . Exeunt. 
 
 Enter all the Guejls and Gentlewomen to the 
 Maskers. 
 
 1. Capu. Welcome Gentlemen, 
 
 Ladies that haue their toes 
 
 Vnplagu’d with Cornes,will walke about with you : 
 
 Ah my Miftrefies, which of you all 
 I Will now deny to dance ? She that makes dainty, 
 
 She lie fweare hath Comes : am I come neare ye now ? 
 Welcome Gentlemen, l haue feene the day 
 That I haue worne a Vifor, and could tell 
 A whifpering tale in a faire Ladies eare : 
 
 Such as would pleafe : ’tis gone, ’tis gone, ’tis gone, 
 
 You are welcome Gentlemen, come Mufitians play: 
 
 Muficke plaies : and the dance, j 
 A Hall, Hall, giue roome, and foote it Girles, 
 
 More light you knaues,and turne the Tables vp : 
 
 And quench the fire, the Roome is growne too hot. 
 
 Ah firrah,this vnlookt for fport comes well : 
 
 Nay fit, nay fit, good Cozin Capulet, 
 
 For you and I are paft our dauncing daies : 
 
 How long ’ift now fince laft your felfe and I 
 Were in a Maske ? 
 
 2. Capu. Berlady thirty yeares. 
 
 1 . Capu. What man : ’tis not fo much, ’tis not fo much, 
 ’Tis fince the Nuptiall of Lucentio , 
 
 Come Pentycoft as quickely as it will, 
 
 Some fiue and twenty yeares, and then we Maskt. 
 
 2 . Cap. ’Tis more, ’tis more, his Sonne is elder fir : 
 
 His Sonne is thirty. 
 
 3. Cap. Will you tell me that? 
 
 His Sonne was but a Ward two yeares agoe. 
 
 Rom. What Ladie is that which doth inrich the hand , 
 Of yonder Knight ? 
 
 Ser. I know not fir . 
 
 Rom. O fhe doth teach the Torches to burne bright : j 
 It feemes fhe hangs vpon the cheeke of night, 
 
 As a rich Iewel in an .^Ethiops eare: 
 
 Beauty too rich for vfe, for earth too deare : 
 
 So fhewes a Snowy Doue trooping with Crowes, 
 
 As yonder Lady ore her fellowes fhowes; 
 
 The meafure done, lie watch her place of ftand, 
 
 And touching hers, make blefied my rude hand. 
 
 Did 
 
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 The T rage die of Romeo and luliet. 
 
 Did my heart loue till now, forfweare it fight, 
 
 For I neuer faw true Beauty till this night. 
 
 Tib. This by his voice, /hould be a Moutitague. 
 
 Fetch me my Rapier Boy, what dares the flaue 
 Come hither couer’d with an antique face, 
 
 • To fleere and fcorne at our Solemnitie ? 
 
 | Now by the ftocke and Honour of my kin, 
 
 To ftrike him dead I hold it not a fin. 
 
 Cap. Why how now kinfman, 
 
 Wherefore ftorme you-fo? 
 
 Tib. Vncle this is a Mountague , our foe : 
 
 A Yillaine that is hither come in fpight, 
 
 To fcorne at our Solemnitie this night. 
 
 Cap. Young Romeo is it ? 
 
 Tib. ’Tis he, that Villaine Romeo. 
 
 Cap. Content thee gentle Coz, let him alone, 
 
 A beares him like a portly Gentleman : 
 
 And to fay truth, Verona brags of him, 
 
 To be a vertuous and well gouern’d youth: 
 
 I would not for the wealth of all the towne, 
 
 Here in my houfe do him di/paragement : 
 
 Therfore be patient, take no note of him, 
 
 It is my will, the which if thou refpedt, 
 
 Shew a faire prefence, and put off thefe frownes, 
 
 An ill befeeming femblance for a Feaft. 
 
 Tib. It fits when fuch a Villaine is a gueft, 
 
 ' lie not endure him. 
 
 Cap. He lhall be endu’rd. 
 j What goodman boy, I fay he lhall, go too, 
 j Am I theMaifter here or you ? go too, 
 j Youle not endure him, God lhall mend my foule, 
 
 ! Youle make a Mutinie among the Guefts : 
 
 ! You will fet cocke a hoope, youle be the man. 
 
 Tib. Why Vncle, ’tis a lhame. 
 
 Cap. Go too, go too, 
 
 You are a fawcy Boy, ’ift fo indeed ? 
 
 This tricke may chance to fcath you, I know what, 
 
 You mull contrary me, marry ’tis time, 
 j Well faid my hearts, you are a Princox, goe, 
 
 Be quiet, or more light, more light for lhame, 
 lie make you quiet. What, cheareiy my hearts. 
 
 Tib. Patience perforce, with wilfull choler meeting, 
 
 : Makes my flelh tremble in their different greeting ; 
 
 I will withdraw, but this intrufion lhall 
 Now feeming fweet, conuert to bitter gall. Exit. 
 
 Rom. If I prophane wirh my vnworthieft hand, 
 
 This holy Ihrine, the gentle fin is this, 
 
 My lips to blulhing Pilgrims did ready Hand, 
 
 To fmooth that rough touch, with a tender kiffe. 
 
 Iul. Good Pilgrime, 
 
 You do wrong your hand too much* 
 
 Which mannerly deuotion Ihewes in this, 
 
 For Saints haue hands, that Pilgrims hands do tuch, 
 
 And palme to palme, is holy Palmers kiffe. 
 
 Rom. Haue not Saints lips, and holy Palmers too? 
 
 Iul. I Pilgrim, lips that they muftvfe in prayer. 
 
 Rom. O then deare S^int, let lips do what hands do, 
 They pray (grant thou)leaft faith turne to difpaire. 
 
 Iul. Saints do not moue, 
 
 : Though grant for prayers fake. 
 
 Rom. Then moue not while my prayers effett I take: 
 
 ! Thus from my lips, by thine my fin is purg’d. 
 
 Iul. Then haue my lips the fin that they haue tooke. 
 
 Rom. Sin from my lipsPO trefpaffe fweetly vrg’d : 
 
 Giue me my fin againe. 
 
 Iul. You kiffe by’th’booke. 
 
 Nur. Madam your Mother craues a word with you. 
 Rom. What is her Mother ? 
 
 Nurf. Marrie Batcheler, 
 
 Her Mother is the Lady of the houfe, 
 
 And a good Lady, and a wife, and Vertuous, 
 
 I Nur’ft her Daughter that you talkt withall : 
 
 I tell you, he that can lay hold of her, 
 
 Shall haue the chincks. 
 
 Rom. Is /he a Capulet i 
 
 0 deare account ! My life is my foes debt. 
 
 Ben. Away, be gone, the fport is at the beft. 
 
 Rom. I fo I feare,the more is my vnreft. 
 
 Cap. Nay Gentlemen prepare not to be gone, 
 
 We haue a trifling fooli/h Banquet towards : 
 
 Is it e’ne fo i why then I thanke you all. 
 
 1 thanke you honeft Gentlemen, good night: 
 
 i More Torches here:come on, then let’s to bed. 
 
 Ah firrah,by my faie it waxes late. 
 
 He to my reft. 
 
 luli. Come hither Nurfe, 
 
 What is yond Gentleman : 
 
 Nur. The Sonne and Heire of old Tyberio. 
 luli. What’s he that now is going out of doore ? 
 
 Nur. Marrie that I thinke be young Vetrucbio. 
 
 Iul. What’s he that follows here that would not dance ? 
 Nur. I know not. 
 
 Iul. Go aske his name: if he be married, 
 j My graue is like to be my wedded bed. 
 
 Nur. His name is Romeo, 2nd a Mountague , 
 
 The onely Sonne of your great Enemie. 
 
 Iul. My onely Loue fprung from my onely hate, 
 
 I Too early feene, vnknowne, and knowne too late, 
 
 1 Prodigious birth of Loue it is to me, 
 
 I That I muft loue a loathed Enemie. 
 
 Nur. What’s this ? whats this? 
 Iul. A rime, I learne euen now 
 
 Nur. Anon, anon: 
 
 Come let’s away, the ftrangers all are gone. 
 
 Nowold defire doth in his death bed lie, 
 
 1 And yong affe&ion gapes to be his Heire, 
 
 That faire, for which Loue gron’d for and would die, 
 
 With tender luliet matcht, is now not faire. 
 
 Now Romeo is beloued,and Loues againe, 
 
 A like bewitched by the charme of lookes : 
 
 But to his foe fuppos’d he muft complaine, 
 
 And /he fteale Loues fweet bait from fearefull hookes : 
 Being held a foe, he may not haue acceffe 
 To breath fuch vowes as Louers vfe to fweare, 
 
 And /he as much in Loue, her meanes much leffe, 
 
 To meete her new Beloued any where : 
 
 But paflion lends them Power, time, meanes to meete, 
 Temp’ring extremities with extreame fweete. 
 
 Enter Romeo alone. 
 
 Rom. Can I goe forward when my heart is here? 
 Turne backe dull earth, and find thy Center out. 
 
 Enter Tenuolio, with Mercutio. 
 
 Ten. Romeo , my Cozen Romeo , Romeo. 
 cfMerc. He is wife, 
 
 And on my life hath ftolne him home to bed. 
 
 Ben. He ran this way and leapt this Orchard wall.* 
 Call good Mercutio'. 
 
 Nay, He coniure too. 
 
 ! cMer. 
 
cMe r. Romeo, Humours, Madman, Paflion, Louer, 
 Appeare thou in the likeneffe of a figh, 
 
 Speake but one rime, and I am fatisfied : 
 
 Cry me but ay me,Prouant, but Loue and day, 
 
 Speake to my golhip Venus one faire word , 
 
 One Nickname for her purblind Sonne and her, 
 
 Young Abraham Cupid he that Ihot fo true, 
 
 When King Cophetua lou’d the begger Maid, 
 
 He heareth not, he ftirreth not, he mouethn ot, 
 
 The Ape is dead, I muft coniure him, 
 
 I coniure thee by c RoJalines bright eyes, 
 
 By her High forehead, and her Scarlet lip, 
 
 By her Fine foote, Straight leg, and Quiuering thigh, 
 
 And the Demeanes,that there Adiacent lie, 
 
 That in thy likeneffe thou appeare to vs. 
 
 ‘Ben. And if he heare thee thou wilt anger him. 
 
 Mer. This cannot anger him, t’ would anger him 
 To raife a fpirit in his Miftrefie circle, 
 
 Of fome ftrange nature, letting it ftand 
 Till lhe had laid it, and coniured it downe, 
 
 That were fome fpight. 
 
 My inuocation is faire and honeft, & in his Miftris name, 
 I coniure onely but to raife vp him. 
 
 ‘Ben. Come, he hath hid himfelfe among thefe Trees 
 To be conforted with the Humerous night : 
 
 Blind is his Loue, and beft befits the darke. 
 
 Mer. If Loue be blind, Loue cannot hit the marke, 
 Now will he fit vnder a Medler tree, 
 
 And wifh his Miftrefie were that kind of Fruite, 
 
 As Maides call Medlers when they laugh alone, 
 
 0 Romeo that lhe were, O that lhe were 
 An. open, or thou a Poprin Peare, 
 
 Romeo goodnight, lie to my Truckle bed, 
 
 This Field-bed is to cold for me to fleepe, 
 
 Come lhall we go ? 
 
 Ben. Go then, for ’tis in vaine to feeke him here 
 That meanes not to be found. Exeunt . 
 
 Rom. He ieafts at Scarres that neuer felt a wound, 
 
 But foft,what light through yonder window breaks/ 
 
 It is the Eaft, and luliet is the Sunne, 
 
 Arife faire Sun and kill the enuious Moone, 
 
 Who is already ficke and pale with griefe, 
 
 That thou her Maid art far more faire then lhe : 
 
 Be not her Maid fince lhe is enuious, 
 
 Her Veftal liuery is but ficke and greene, 
 
 And none butfooles do weare it, call it off: 
 
 It is my Lady,0 it is my Loue, O that lhe knew lhe were, 
 She fpeakes, yet lhe fayes nothing, what of that? 
 
 Her eye difcourfes, I will anfwere it : 
 
 1 am too bold ’tis not to me lhe fpeakes : 
 
 Two of the faireft ftarres in all the Heauen, 
 
 Hauing fome bufineffe do entreat her eyes, 
 
 To twinckle in their Spheres till they returne. 
 
 What if her eyes were there, they in her head, 
 
 The brightneffe of her cheeke would lhame thofe ftarres, 
 As day-light doth a Lampe,her eye in heauen, 
 
 Would through the ayrie Region ftreame fo bright, 
 
 That Birds would ling, and thinke it were not night : 
 
 See how lhe leanes her cheeke vpon her hand. 
 
 O that I were a Gloue vpon that hand, 
 
 That I might touch that cheeke. 
 lul. Ay me. 
 
 Rom. She fpeakes. 
 
 Oh fpeake againe bright Angell,for thou art 
 As glorious to this night being ore my head, 
 
 As is a winged meffenger of heauen i 
 
 Vnto the white vpturned wondring eyes 
 Of mortalls that fall backe to gaze on him, 
 
 When he beftrides the lazie puffing Cloud es, 
 
 And lailes vpon the bofome of the ayre. 
 
 lul. O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo t 
 Denie thy Father and refufe thy name : 
 
 Or if thou wilt not, be but fworne my Loue, 
 
 And lie no longer be a Capulet. 
 
 Rom. Shall I heare more, or lhall I fpeake at this ? 
 
 Iu. ’Tis but thy name that is my Enemy : 
 
 Thou art thy l’elfe, though not a Mountague , 
 
 What’s Mountague ? it is nor hand nor foote, 
 
 Nor arme,nor face,0 be fome other name 
 Belonging to a man. 
 
 What ? in a names that which we call a Rofe, 
 
 By any other word would fmell as fweete, 
 
 So Romeo would, were he not Romeo cal’d, 
 
 Retaine that deare perfettion which he owes, 
 
 Without that title Borneo , doffe thy name, 
 
 And for thy name which is no part of thee, 
 
 Take all my felfe. 
 
 Rom. I take thee at thy word : 
 
 Call me but Loue, and lie be new baptiz’d, 
 
 Hence foorth I neuer will be Romeo. 
 
 lull. What man art thou, that thus befcreen’d in night 
 So ftumbleft on my counfell ? 
 
 Rom. By a name, 
 
 I know not how to tell thee who I am : 
 
 My name deare Saint, is hatefull to my felfe, 
 
 Becaufe it is an Enemy to thee, 
 
 Had I it written, I would teare the word. 
 
 lull. My eares haue yet not drunke a hundred words 
 Of thy tongues vttering,yet I know the found. 
 
 Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague ? 
 
 c Rpm. Neither faire Maid, if either thee diflike. 
 lul. How cam’ll: thou hither. 
 
 Tell me, and wherefore? 
 
 The Orchard walls are high, and hard to climbe, 
 
 And the place death t confidering who thou art, 
 
 If any of my kinfmen find thee here, 
 
 Rom. With Loues light wings 
 Did I ore-perch thefe Walls, 
 
 For ftony limits cannot hold Loue out, 
 
 And what Loue can do, that dares Loue attempt : 
 Therefore thy kinfmen are no flop to me. 
 
 lul. If they do fee thee, they will murther thee. 
 
 Rom. Alacke there lies more perill in thine eye, 
 
 Then twenty of their S words, looke thou but fweete, 
 And I am proofe againft their enmity. 
 
 lul. I would not for the world they law thee here. 
 Rom. I haue nights cloake to hide me from their eyes 
 And but thou loue me, let them finde me here, 
 
 My life were better ended by their hate, 
 
 Then death proroged wanting of thy Loue. 
 
 lul. By whofe direction found’ft thou out this place? 
 Rom. By Loue that firft did promp me to enquire, 
 
 He lent me counfell, and I lent him eyes, 
 
 I am no Pylot,yet wert thou as far 
 
 As that vaft-lhore-walhet with the fartheft Sea, 
 
 I lhould aduenture for fuch Marchandife. 
 
 lul. Thou knoweft the maske of night is on my face, 
 Elfe would a Maiden blulh bepaint my cheeke, 
 
 For that which thou haft heard me fpeake to night, 
 
 Faine would I dwell on forme, faine, faine, denie 
 What 1 haue fpoke, but farewell Complement, 
 
 Doeft thou Loue ? I know thou wilt fay I , 
 
 And 
 
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 The T rage die ofRomeoand Juliet • 
 
 And I will take thy word, yet if thou fwear’ft, 
 
 Thou maieft proue falfe:at Louers periuries 
 They fay hue laught,oh gentle Romeo , 
 
 If thou doft Loue, pronounce it faithfully : 
 
 Or if thou thinkeft I am too quickly wonne, 
 
 He frowne and be peruerfe,and fay thee nay, 
 
 So thou wilt wooe : But elfe not for the world. 
 
 In truth faire Mountaguc I am too fond : 
 
 And therefore thou maieft thinke my behauiour light, 
 
 But truft me Gentleman, lie proue more true, 
 
 Then thofe that haue coying to be ftrange, 
 
 I fhould haue beene more ftrange, I mult confcfle, 
 
 But that thou ouer heard’ft ere I was ware 
 My true Loues paflion, therefore pardon me, 
 
 And not impute this yeelding to light Loue, 
 
 Which the darke night hath fo difcouered. 
 
 Rom. Lady, by yonder Moone I vow, 
 
 That tips with filuer all thefe Fruite tree tops. 
 
 Iul. O fweare not by the Moone, th’inconftant Moone, J 
 That monethly changes in her circled Orbe, 
 
 Leaft that thy Loue proue likewife variable. 
 
 Rom. What fhall I fweare by ? 
 
 Iul. Do not fweare at all : 
 
 Orif thou wilt fweare by thy gratious felfe, 
 
 Which is the God of my Idolatry, 
 
 And He beleeue thee. 
 
 Rom. If my hearts deare loue. 
 
 lull. Well do not fweare, although I ioy in thee: 
 
 I haue no ioy of this contract to night, 
 
 It is too raft), too vnaduif’d, too fudden, 
 
 Too like the lightning which doth ceafe to be 
 Ere, one can fay, it lightens, Sweete good night: 
 
 This bud of Loue by Summers ripening breath, 
 
 May proue a beautious Flower when next we meete: 
 Goodnight, goodnight, as fweete repofe and reft, 
 
 Come to thy heart, as that within my bi-eft. 
 
 Rom. O wilt thou leaue me fo vnfatisfied ? 
 
 lulu What fatisfa&ion can’ft thou haue to night? 
 
 Ro. Th’exchange of thy Loues faithfull vow for mine. 
 
 Iul. I gaue thee mine before thou did’ft requeftit : 
 
 And yet I would it were to giue againe. 
 
 Rom. Would’ft thou withdrawit, 
 
 For what purpofe Loue ? 
 
 Iul. But to be franke and giue it thee againe, 
 
 And yet I wifh but for the thing 1 haue, 
 
 My bounty is as boundlefle as the Sea, 
 
 My Loue as deepe,the more I giue to thee 
 The more I haue,for both are Infinite; 
 
 I heare fome noyfe within deare Loue adue : 
 
 Cals within. 
 
 Anon good Nurfe, fweet Mountague be true : 
 
 Stay but alittle, I will come againe. 
 
 Rom. O blefled blefled night, I am afear’d 
 Being in night, all this is but a dreame, 
 
 Too flattering fweet to be fubftantiall. 
 
 Iul. Three w'ords deare Romeo , 
 
 And goodnight indeed, 
 
 If that thy bent of Loue be Honourable, 
 
 Thy purpofe marriage, fend me word to morrow, 
 
 By one that lie procure to come to thee, 
 
 Where and what time thou wilt performe the right, 
 
 And all my Fortunes at thy foote lie lay, 
 
 And follow thee my Lord throughout the world. 
 
 Within : Madam. 
 
 I come, anon : but if thou meaneft not well, 
 
 I do befeech theee Within'. Madam. 
 
 ( By and by I come) 
 
 To ceafe thy ftrife,and leaue me to my griefe, 
 
 To morrow will I fend. 
 
 Rom. So thriue my foule. 
 
 Iu. A thoufand times goodnight. Exit. 
 
 Rome. A thoufand times the worfe to want thy light, 
 Loue goes toward Loue as fchool-boyes fro thier books 
 But Loue fro Loue, towards fchoole with heauie lookes. 
 
 Enter Iuliet agaaine. 
 
 Iul. Hift Romeo hift:0 for a Falkners voice, 
 
 To lure this Taflell gentle backe againe, 
 
 Bondage is hoarfe,and may not fpeake aloud, 
 
 Elfe would I teare the Caue where Eccho lies, 
 
 And make her ayrie tongue more hoarfe,then 
 With repetition of my Romeo. 
 
 Rom. It is my foule that calls vpon my name. 
 
 How filuer fweet, found Louers tongues by night, 
 
 Like fofteft Muficke to attending eares. 
 
 Iul. Romeo. 
 
 Rom . My Neece. 
 
 Iul. What a clock to morrow 
 Shall I fend to thee? 
 
 Rom. By the houre of nine. 
 
 Iul. I will not faile, ’tis twenty yeares till then, 
 
 I haue forgot why I did call thee backe. 
 
 Rom. Let me ftand here till thou remember it. 
 
 Iul. I ftiall forget, to haue thee ftill ftand there, 
 Remembring how I Loue thy company. 
 
 Rom. And lie ftill ftay, to haue thee ftill forget, 
 Forgetting any other home but this. 
 
 Iul . ’Tis almoft morning, I would haue thee gone, 
 
 And yet no further then a wantons Bird, 
 
 That let’s it hop a little from his hand, 
 
 Like a poore prifoner in his twifted Gyues, 
 
 And with a filken thred plucks it backe againe, 
 
 So louing Iealous of his liberty. 
 
 Rom. I would I were thy Bird. 
 
 Iul. Sweet fo would I, 
 
 Yet I fhould kill thee with much cherifhing : 
 
 Good night, good night. 
 
 Rom. Parting is fuch fweete forrow, 
 
 That I fhall fay goodnight, till it be morrow. 
 
 Iul. Sleepe dwell vpon thine eyes, peace in thy breft. 
 
 Rom. Would I were fleepe and peace fo fweet to reft, 
 The gray ey’d morne fmiles on the frowning night, 
 Checkring the Eafterne Clouds with ftreakes of light, 
 
 And darknefle fleckel’d like a drunkard reeles, 
 
 From forth dayes pathway, made by Titans wheeles. 
 
 Hence will I to my ghoftly Fries clofe Cell, 
 
 Hishelpe to craue,and my deare hap to tell. Exit , 
 
 Enter Frier alone with a basket. 
 
 Fri . The gray ey’d morne fmiles on the frowning night, 
 Checkring the Eafterne Cloudes with ftreaks of light : 
 
 And Heckled darknefle like a drunkard reeles, 
 
 From forth daies path, and Titans burning wheeles : 
 
 Now ere the Sun aduance his burning eye, 
 
 The day to cheere,and nights danke dew to dry, 
 
 I muft vpfill this Ofier Cage of ours, 
 
 With balefull weedes,and precious Iuiced flowers, 
 
 The earth that’s Natures mother, is her Tombe, 
 
 What is her burying graue that is her wombe : 
 
 And from her wombe children of diuers kind 
 
 We 
 
The Tragedie of Tfomeo and "Juliet . 9 
 
 We fucking on her naturall bofome find : 
 
 Many for many vertues excellent : 
 
 None but for fome, and yet all different. 
 
 Omickle is the powerfull grace that lies 
 In Plants,Hearbs, ftones,and their true qualities: 
 
 For nought fo vile, that on the earth doth liue, 
 
 But to the earth fome fpeciall good doth giue : 
 
 Nor ought fo good, but ftrain’d from that faire vfe, 
 
 Reuolts from true birth, Humbling on abufe. 
 
 Vertue it felfe turnes vice being mifapplied, 
 
 And vice fometime by aftion dignified. 
 
 Enter Romeo . 
 
 Within the infant rin’d of this weake flower, 
 
 Poyfon hath refidence,and medicine power : 
 
 For this being fmelt, with that part cheares each part, 
 
 Being tafted flayes all fences with the heart. 
 
 Two fuch oppofed Kings encampe them fiill, 
 
 In man as well as Hearbes, grace and rude will : 
 
 And where theworfer is predominant, 
 
 Full foone the Canker death eates vp that Plant. 
 
 Rom. Good morrow Father. 
 
 Fri. Benedecite. 
 
 What early tongue fo fweet faluteth me ? 
 
 Young Sonne, it argues a diftempered head, 
 
 So foone to bid goodmorrow to thy bed ; 
 
 Care keepes his watch in euery old mans eye, 
 
 And where Care lodges, fleepe will neuer lye : 
 
 But where vnbrufed youth with vnftuft braine 
 Doth couch his lims, there , golden fleepe doth raigne; 
 Therefore thy earlinefie doth me affute, 
 
 Thou art vprous’d with fome diftemprature; 
 
 Or if not fo , then here I hit it right. 
 
 Our Romeo hath not beene in bed to night. 
 
 Rom. That laft is true, the fweeter reft was mine. 
 
 Fri. God pardon fin:waft thou with Rofaline ? 
 
 Rom. With Rofaline, my ghoftly Father ? No, 
 
 I haue forgot that name, and that names woe. 
 
 Fri. That’s my good Son, but wher haft thou bin then i 
 Rom. He tell thee ere thou aske it me agen : 
 
 I haue beene feafting with mine enemie, 
 
 Where on a fudden one hath wounded me, 
 
 That’s by me wounded:both our remedies 
 Within thy helpe and holy phificke lies : 
 
 I beare no hatred, blefled man: for loe 
 My interceflion likewife Heads my foe. 
 
 Fri. Be plaine good Son, reft homely in thy drift, 
 Ridling confeflion, Andes but ridling fhrift. 
 
 Rom. Then plainly know my hearts deare Loue is fet, 
 On the faire daughter of rich Capulet : 
 
 As mine on hers,fo hers is fet on mine; 
 
 And all combin’d, faue what thou muft combine 
 By holy marriage: when and where, and how, 
 
 We met, we wooed, and made exchange of vow : 
 lie tell thee as we pafle, but this I pray, 
 
 That thou confent to marrie vs to day. 
 
 Fri. Holy S. Francis, what a change is heere ? 
 
 Is Rofaline that thou didft Loue fo deare 
 So foone forfaken ? young mens Loue then lies 
 Not truely in their hearts, but in their eyes. 
 
 Iefu Maria, what a deale of brine 
 
 Hath wafht thy fallow cheekes for Rofaline ? 
 
 How much fait water throwne away in waft, 
 
 To feafon Loue that of it doth not taft. 
 
 The Sun not yet thy fighes,from heauen cleares, 
 
 Thy old grones yet ringing in my auncient eares : 
 
 Lo here vpon thy cheeke the ftaine doth fit, 
 
 Of an old teare that is not wafht off yet. 
 
 If ere thou waft thy felfe, and thefe woes thine, 
 
 Thou and thefe woes, were all for Rofaline. 
 
 And art thou chang’dPpronounce this fentence then, 
 Women may fall, when there’s no ftrength in men. 
 
 Rom. Thou chid’ft me oft for louing Rofaline. 
 
 Fri. For doting, not for louing pupill mine. 
 
 Rom. And bad’ft me bury Loue. 
 
 Fri. Not in a graue, 
 
 To lay one in, another out to haue. 
 
 Rom, I pray thee chide me not, her I Loue now 
 Doth grace for grace, and Loue for Loue allow : 
 
 The other did not fo. 
 
 Fri. O fhe knew well, 
 
 Thy Loue did read by rote, that could notfpell : 
 
 But come young wauerer,come goe with me, 
 
 In one refpeft, He thy afliftant be : 
 
 For this alliance may fo happy proue, 
 
 To turne your houfhould rancor to pure Loue. 
 
 Rom. O let vs hence, I ftand on fudden haft. 
 
 Fri. Wifely and flow, they ftumble that run faft. 
 
 Exeunt 
 
 Enter Tenuolio and Mercutio. 
 
 Mer. Where the deu le fhould this Romeo be ? came he 
 not home to night i 
 
 ‘Ben. Not to his Fathers, I fpoke with his man. 
 
 Mer. Why that fame pale hard-harted wench, that Ro- 
 faline torments him fo,that he will fure run mad. 
 
 Ben. Tibalt, the kinfman to old Capulet ,hath fent a Let- 
 ter to his Fathers houfe. 
 
 c Mer . A challenge on my life. 
 
 ‘Ben. Romeo will anfwere it. 
 
 Mer. Any man that can write, may anfwere a Letter. 
 
 ‘Ben. Nay, he will anfwere the Letters Maifter how he 
 dares, being dared. 
 
 Mer. Alas poore Romeo , he is already dead ftab’d with 
 a white wenches blacke eye, runne through the eare with 
 a Loue fong, the very pinne of his heart, cleft with the 
 blind Bowe-boyes but-fhaft, and is he a man to encounter 
 Tybalt ? 
 
 ‘Ben. Why what is Tibalt ? 
 
 Mer. More then Prince of Cats. Oh hee’s the Couragi- 
 ous Captaine of Complements : he fights as you fing 
 prickfong, keeps time, diftance,and proportion, he refts 
 his minum, one, two, and the third in your bofom.'the ve- 
 ry butcher of a filk burton, a Dualift,a Dualiftta Gentleman 
 of the very firft houfe of the firft and fecond caufe: ah the 
 immortall Paflado,the Punto reuerfo,the Hay. 
 
 Ben. The what? 
 
 Mer. The Pox of fuch antique lifping affe&ing phan- 
 tacies, thefe new tuners of accent : Iefu a very good blade, 
 a very tall man, a very good whore. Why is not this a la- 
 mentable thing Grandfire,that we fhould be thus afflicted 
 with thefe ftrange flies : thefe fafhion Mongers, thefe par- 
 don-mee’s, who ftand fo much on the new form, that they 
 cannot fit at eafe on the old bench. O their bones, their 
 bones. 
 
 Enter Romeo. 
 
 Ten. Here comes Romeo , here comes Romeo. 
 
 Mer. Without his Roe, like a dryed Hering. O flefh, 
 flefh,how art thou fifhified ? Now is he for the numbers 
 that Petrarch flowed in : Laura to his Lady, was a kitchen 
 wench, marrie fhe had a better Loue to berime her: Dido 
 a dowdie, Cleopatra a Gipfie, Hellen and Hero, hildinfgs 
 and Harlots : Tbisbie a gray eie or fo,but not to the purpofe. 
 Signior Romeo, Ton iour, there’s a French falutation to your 
 B French 
 
IO 
 
 The Tr age die of T(omeo and'Juliet. 
 
 French flop : you gaue vs the the counterfait fairely laft 
 night. 
 
 'Borneo. Good morrow to you both, what counterfeit 
 did 1 giue you ? 
 
 Mer. The flip fir, the flip, can you not conceiue ? 
 
 Rom. Pardon Mercutio , my bufineffe was great, and in 
 fuch a cafe as mine, a man may ftraine curtefie. 
 
 Mer. That’s as much as to fay, fuch a cafe as yours con- 
 ftrains a man to bow in the hams, 
 j B^om. Meaning to curfie. 
 
 Mer. Thou haft moft kindly hit it. 
 
 ! Rom. A moft curteous expofition. 
 j Mer. Nay, I am the very pinck of curtefie. 
 
 Rom. Pinke for flower. 
 
 Mer. Right. 
 
 Rom. Why then is my Pump well flowr’d. 
 
 Mer. Sure wit, follow me this ieaft, now till thou haft 
 worne out thy Pump, that when the Angle foie of it is 
 worne, the ieaft may remaine after the wearing, fole- 
 fingular. 
 
 Bom. O fingle fol’d ieaft, 
 
 Soly Angular for the fingleneffe. 
 
 Mer. Come betweene vs good Benuo/io, my wits faints. 
 
 Rom. Swits and fpurs, 
 
 Swits and fpurs, or lie crie a match. 
 
 Mer. Nay, if our wits run the Wild-Goofe chafe, I am 
 done : For thou haft more of the Wild-Goofe in one of 
 thy wits, then I am fure I haue in my whole fiue. Was I 
 with you there for the Goofe? 
 
 Rom. Thou waft neuer with mee for any thing, when 
 thou waft not there for the Goofe. 
 
 Mer. I will bite thee by the eare for that ieft. 
 
 Rom. Nay, good Goofe bite not. 
 
 eMer. Thy wit is a very Bitter-fweeting, 
 
 It is a moft fharpe fawce. 
 
 Rom. And is it not well feru’d into a Sweet-Goofe ? 
 
 Mer. Oh here’s a wit of Cheuerell, that ftretches from 
 an ynch narrow, to an ell broad. 
 
 Rom. I ftretch it out for that word, broad, which added 
 to the Goofe, proues thee farre and wide, abroad Goofe. 
 
 Mer. Why is not this better now, then groning for 
 Loue,now art thou fociable,now art thou Romeo : now art 
 thou what thou art, by Art as well as by Nature, for this 
 driueling Loue is like a great Naturall, that runs lolling 
 vp and downe to hid his bable in a hole. 
 
 Ben. Stop there, ftop there. 
 
 Mer. Thou defir’ft me to ftop in my tale againft the 
 
 Ben . Thou would’ft elfe haue made thy tale large.(haire. 
 
 Mer. O thou art deceiu’d, I would haue made it fliort, 
 or I was come to the whole depth of my tale, and meant 
 indeed to occupie the argument no longer. 
 
 Enter Nurfe and her man. 
 
 Rom. Here’s goodly geare. 
 
 A fayle,a fayle. 
 
 c Mer. T wo, two: a Shirt and a Smocke. 
 
 Nur. Peter ? 
 
 Peter. Anon. 
 
 Nur. My Fan Peter ? 
 
 Mer. Good Peter to hide her face ? 
 
 For her Fans the fairer face ? 
 
 Nur. God ye good morrow Gentlemen. 
 
 Mer. God ye gooden faire Gentlewoman. 
 
 Nur. Is it gooden? 
 
 Mer. ’Tis no leffe I tell you : for the bawdy hand of the 
 ! Dyall is now vpon the pricke of Noone. 
 
 Nur. Out vpon youtwhat a man are you ? 
 
 Rom. One Gentlewoman, 
 
 That God hath made, himfelfe to mar. 
 
 Nur. By my troth it is faid, for himfelfe to, mar qua- ! 
 t ha:Gentlemen, can any of you tel me where I may find i 
 the young Rjomto* 
 
 Borneo. I can tell you: but young Romeo will be older : 
 when you haue found him, then he was when you fought I 
 him: I am the youngeft of that name, for fault ofaworfe. J 
 
 Nur. You fay well. 
 
 Mer. Yea is the worft well, 
 
 Very w'ell tooke : I faith, wifely, wifely. 
 
 Nur. If you be he fir, 
 
 I defire fome confidence with you? 
 
 Ben. She will endite him to fome Supper. 
 
 Mer. A baud, a baud, a baud. So ho. 
 
 Rom. What haft thou found ? 
 
 c Mer. No Hare fir, vnlefle a Hare fir in a Lenten pie, 
 that is fomething ftale and hoare ere it be fpent. 
 
 An old Hare hoare, and an old Hare hoare is very good 
 meat in Lent. 
 
 But a Hare that is hoare is too much for a fcore, when it 
 ho ares ere it be fpent, 
 
 Romeo will you come to your Fathers ? Weele to dinner 
 thither. 
 
 Bom. I will follow you. 
 
 Mer. Farewell auncient Lady : 
 
 Farewell Lady, Lady, Lady. 
 
 Exit. Mercutio, Benuolio. 
 
 Nur. I pray you fir, what fawcie Merchant was this 
 that was fo full of his roperie ? 
 
 Rom. A Gentleman Nurfe, that loues to heare himfelfe 
 talke.and will fpeake more in a minute, then he will ftand 
 to in a Moneth. 
 
 Nur. And a fpeake any thing againft me, lie take him 
 downe, & a were luftier then he is, and twentie fuch lacks: 
 and if I cannot, He finde thofe that /hall : fcuruie knaue, I 
 am none of his flurt-gils, I am none of his skaines mates, 
 and thou muft ftand by too and fuffer euery knaue to vfe 
 me at his pleafure. 
 
 Pet. I favv no man vfe you at his pleafure : if I had, my 
 weapon fhould quickly haue beene out, I warrant you, I 
 dare draw afioone as another man, if I fee occafion in a 
 good quarrell,and the law on my fide. 
 
 iVar.Now afore God, I am fo vext,that euery part about 
 me quiuers, skuruy knaue : pray you fir a word : and as I 
 told you, my young Lady bid me enquire you out, what 
 flie bid me fay, I will keepe to my felfe : but firft let me 
 tell ye, if ye £hould leade her in a fooles paradife, as they 
 fay, it were a very groffe kind of behauiour, as they fay : 
 for the Gentlewoman is yong : & therefore, if you fliould 
 deale double with her, truely it were an ill thing to be of- 
 fered to any Gentlewoman, and very weake dealing. 
 
 Nur. Nurfe commend me to thy Lady and Miftrefle,I 
 proteft vnto thee. 
 
 Nur. Good heart, and yfaith I will tell her as much : 
 Lord, Lord flie will be a ioyfull woman. 
 
 Rom. What wilt thou tell her Nurfe ? thou doeft not 
 marke me ? 
 
 Nur. I will tell her fir, that you do proteft, which as I 
 take it, is a Gentleman-like offer. (afternoone, 
 
 Rom. Bid her deuife fome meanes to come to flirift this 
 And there fhe fhall at Frier Lawrence Cell 
 Befhriu’d and married : here is for thy paines. 
 
 Nur. No truly fir not a penny. 
 
 Rom. Go too, I fay you fhall. 
 
 Nurfe 
 
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 Nur. This afternoone fir? well fhe fhall be there. 
 
 e Ko. And ftay thou good Nurfe behind the Abbey wall, 
 Within this houre my man fhall be with thee, 
 
 And bring thee Cords made like a tackled ftaire, 
 
 Which to the high top gallant of my ioy, 
 
 Mull be my conuoy in the fecret night. 
 
 Farewell, be truftie and He quite thy paines: 
 
 Farewell, commend me to thy MiftrefTe. 
 
 Nur. Now God in heauen blefie thee:harke you fir, 
 
 Rom. What faift thou my deare Nurfe ? 
 
 Nurfe. Is your man fecret, did you nere heare fay two 
 may keepe counfell putting one away. 
 
 Ro. Warrant thee my man as true as lleele. 
 
 Nur. Well fir, my MiftrelTe is thefweeteft Lady, Lord, 
 Lord, when ’twas a little prating thing. O there is a No- 
 ble man in Towne one Paris , that would faine lay knife a- 
 board : but Ihe good foule had as leeue a fee Toade,a very 
 Toade as fee him : I anger her fometimes, and tell her that 
 Paris is the properer man, but lie warrant you, when I fay 
 fo, Ihee lookes as pale as any clout in the verfall world. 
 Doth not Rofemarie and Romeo begin both with a letter t 
 
 Rom. I Nurfe, what of that ? Both with an R 
 
 Nur. A mocker that’s the dogsname. R. is for the no, 
 I know it begins with fome other letter, and Ihe hath the 
 prettiell fententious of it, of you and Rofemary, that it 
 would do you good to heare it. 
 
 Rom. Commend me to thy Lady. 
 
 Nur. I a thoufand times. Peter ? 
 
 Pet. Anon. 
 
 Nur. Before and apace. Exit Nurje and Peter. 
 
 Enter Iuliet. 
 
 Iul. The clocke ftrook nine, when I did fend the Nurfe, 
 In halfe an houre Ihe promifed to returne, 
 
 Perchance Ihe cannot meete him:that’s not fo : 
 
 Oh Ihe is lame, Loues Herauld Ihould be thoughts, 
 
 Which ten times fafter glides then the Sunnes beames, 
 Driuing backe lhadowes ouer lowring hils. 
 
 Therefore do nimble Pinion’d Doues drawLoue, 
 
 And therefore hath the wind-fwift Cupid wings: 
 
 Now is the Sun vpon the highmoll hill 
 Of this daies iourney, and from nine till twelue, 
 
 I three long houres,yet Ihe is not come. 
 
 Had Ihe affeftions and warme youthfull blood, 
 
 She would be as fwift in motion as a ball, 
 
 My words would bandy her to my fweete Loue, 
 
 And his to me, but old folkes, 
 
 Many faine as they were dead, 
 
 Vnwieldie, flow, heauy, and pale as lead. 
 
 Enter Nurfe. 
 
 O God Ihe comes, O hony Nurfe what newes ? 
 
 Haft thou met with him?fend thy man away. 
 
 Nur. Peter ftay at the gate. 
 
 Iul. Now good fweet Nurfe : 
 
 O Lord, why lookeft thou fad ? 
 
 Though newes, be fad, yet tell them merrily. 
 
 If good thou fliam’ft the muficke of fweet newes, 
 
 By playing it to me, with fo fower a face. 
 
 Nur. I am a weary, giue me leaue awhile, 
 
 Fie how my bones ake,what a iaunt haue I had f 
 
 Iul. I would thou had’ft my bones, and I thy newes : 
 Nay come I pray thee fpeake,good good Nurfe fpeake. 
 
 Nur. Iefu what haft? can you not ftay a while? 
 
 Do you not fee that I am out of breath ? 
 
 Iul. How art thou out of breath, when thou haft breth 
 To fay to me, that thou art out of breath ? 
 
 The excufe that thou doft make in this delay, 
 
 Is longer then the tale thou doft excufe. 
 
 Is thy newes good or bad?anfwere to that, 
 
 Say either, and lie ftay the circuftance : 
 
 Let me be fatisfied,ift good or bad ? 
 
 Nur. Well, you haue made a Ample choice, you know 
 not how to chufe a man : Romeo, no not he though his face 
 be better then any mans, yet his legs excels all mens, and 
 for a hand, and a foote,and a body, though they be not to 
 be talkt on, yet they are paft compare: he is not the flower 
 of curtefie, but lie warrant him as gentle a Lambe : go thy 
 waies wench, ferue God, What haue you din’d at home ? | 
 
 Iul. No no:but all this this did I know before 
 What faies he of our marriage? what of that? 
 
 Nur. Lord how my head akes, what a head haue I i 
 It beates as it would fall in twenty peeces. 
 
 My backe a tother fide :o my backe, my backe : 
 
 Befhrew your heart for fending me about 
 To catch my death with iaunting vp and downe. 
 
 Iul. Ifaith.T am forrie that that thou art fo well. 
 
 Sweet fweet, fweet Nurfe, tell me what faies my Loue ? 
 
 Nur. Your Loue faies like an honeft Gentleman, 
 
 And a courteous, and a kind, and a handfome, 
 
 And I warrant a vertuous: where is your Mother? 
 
 Iul. Where is my Mother? 
 
 Why Ihe is within, where fhould fhe be ? 
 
 How odly thou repli’ft : 
 
 Your Loue faies like an honeft Gentleman : 
 
 Where is your Mother? 
 
 Nur. O Gods Lady deare, 
 
 Are you fo hot?marrie come vp I trow, 
 
 Is this the Poultis for my aking bones ? 
 
 Henceforward do your meflages your felfe. 
 
 Iul. Heere’s fuch a coile, come what faies Romeo ? 
 
 Nur. Haue you got leaue to go to flirift to day ? 
 
 IuU I haue. 
 
 Nur. Then high you hence to Frier Lawrence Cell, 
 There ftaies a Husband to make you a wife : 
 
 Now comes the wanton bloud vp in your cheekes, 
 
 Thei’le be in Scarlet ftraight at any newes : 
 
 Hie you to Church, I muftan other way, 
 
 To fetch a Ladder by the which your Loue 
 Muft climde a birds neft Soone when it is darke : 
 
 I am the drudge, and toile in your delight : 
 
 But you fhall beare the burthen foone at night. 
 
 Go He to dinner, hie you to the Cell. 
 
 Iui. H ie to high Fortune, honeft Nurfe, farewell. Exeunt. 
 
 Enter Frier and Romeo. 
 
 Fri. So fmile the heauens vpon this holy aft, 
 
 That after houres,with forrow chide vs not. 
 
 Rom. Amen, amen, but come what forrow can, 
 
 It cannot counteruaile the exchange of ioy 
 That one fhort minute giues me in her fight : 
 
 Do thou but clofe our hands with holy words, 
 
 Then Loue-deuouring death do what he dare, 
 
 Itisinough.I may but call hermine. 
 
 Fri. Thefe violent delights haue violent endes, 
 
 And in their triumph:die like fire and powder; 
 
 Which as they kiffe confume. The fweeteft honey 
 Is loathfome in his owne delicioufnefle, 
 
 And in the tafte confoundes the appetite. 
 
 Therefore Loue moderately, long Loue doth fo, 
 
 Too fwift arriues as tardie as too flow. 
 
 Enter Iuliet. 
 
 Here comes the Lady. Oh fo light a foot 
 Will nere weare out the euerlafting flint, 
 
1 2 The Tr age die of T(omeo and Juliet. 
 
 A Louer may beftride the GofTamours, 
 
 Thatydles in the wanton Summer ayre, 
 
 And yet not fall,fo light is vanitie. 
 
 Iul. Good euen to my ghoftly ConfefTor. 
 
 Fri. Romeo fhall thanke thee Daughter Tor vs both. 
 
 Iul. As much to him,elfe in his thanks too much. 
 
 Fri. Ah Iuliet,\f the meafure of thy ioy 
 Be heapt like mine, and that thy skill be more 
 To blafon it, then fweeten with thy breath 
 This neighbour ayre, and let rich mufickes tongue, 
 
 Vnfold the imagin’d happineffe that both 
 Receiue in either, by this deere encounter. 
 
 Iul. Conceit more rich in matter then in words, 
 
 Brags of his fubftance,not of Ornament : 
 
 They are but beggers that can count their worth, 
 
 But my true Loue is growne to fuch fuch exceflfe, 
 
 I cannot fum vp fome of halfe my wealth. 
 
 Fr/.Come, come with me,& we will make fhort worke, 
 For by your leaues,you fhall not flay alone, 
 
 Till holy Church incorporate two in one. 
 
 Enter Mercutio, Benuolio ,and men. 
 
 Ben. I pray thee good Mercutio lets retire, 
 
 The day is hot, the Capulets abroad : 
 
 And if we meet, we fhal not fcape a brawle,for now thefe 
 hot dayes,is the mad blood ftirring. 
 
 Mer . Thou art like one of thefe fellowes,that when he 
 enters the confines of a Tauerne, claps me his Sword vpon 
 the Table, and fayes,God fend me no need of thee: and by 
 the operation of the fecond cup,drawes him on the Draw- 
 er, when indeed there is no need. 
 
 Ben. Am I like fuch a Fellow ? 
 
 Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Iacke in thy mood, 
 as any in Italie : and affoone moued to be moodie, and af- 
 foone moodie to be mou’d. 
 
 Ben. And what too ? 
 
 Mer. Nay, and there were two fuch, we fhould haue 
 none fhortly,for one would kill the other: thou, why thou 
 wilt quarrell with a man that hath a haire more, or a haire 
 leffe in his beard, then thou haft: thou wilt quarrell with a 
 man for cracking Nuts, hauing no other reafon, but be- 
 caufe thou haft hafell eyes : what eye, but fuch an eye, 
 would fpie out fuch a quarrell? thy head is as full of quar- 
 rels, as an egge is full of meat, and yet thy head hath bin 
 beaten as addle as an egge for quarreling: thou haft quar- 
 rel’d with a man for coffing in the ftreet, becaufe he hath 
 wakened thy Dog that hath laine afleepe in the Sun.Did’ft 
 thou not fall out with a Tailor for wearing his new Doub- 
 let before Eafter ? with another, for tying his new fhooes 
 with old Riband, and yet thou wilt Tutor me fromiquar- 
 relling ? 
 
 Ben. And I were fo apt to quarell as thou art, any man 
 fhould buy the Fee-fimple of my life, for an houre and a 
 quarter. 
 
 c Mer. The Fee-fimple ? O fimple. 
 
 Enter Tybalt ,Petruchio ,and others. 
 
 ' Ben . By my head here comes the Capulets . 
 
 c Mer. By my heele I care not. 
 
 Tyb. Follow me clofe,for I will fpeake to them. 
 Gentlemen, Good den, a word with one of you. 
 
 Mer. And but one word with one of vsPcouple it with 
 fomething,make it a word and a blow. 
 
 Tib. You fhall find me apt inough to that fir, and you 
 will giue me occafion. 
 
 cMercu. Could you not take fome occafion without 
 gluing ? 
 
 Tib. Mercutio thou confort’ft with Borneo. 
 
 Mer. ConfortPwhat doft thou make vs Minftrels ? & 
 thou make Minftrels of vs,looketo heare nothing but dif- 
 cords :heere’8 my fiddlefticke,heere’s that fhall make you 
 daunce. Come confort. 
 
 4 Ben . We talke here in the publike haunt of men : 
 
 Either withdraw vnto fome priuate place, 
 
 Or reafon coldly of your greeuances : 
 
 Or elfe depart, here all eies gaze on vs. 
 
 Mer. Mens eyes were made to looke,and let them gaze. 
 
 I will not budge for no mans pleafure 1. 
 
 Enter Romeo. 
 
 Tib. Well peace be with you fir, here comes my man. | 
 
 Mer. But lie be hang’d fir if he weare your Liuery .- 
 Marry go before to field, heele be your follower, 
 
 Your worfhip in that fenfe,may call him man. 
 
 Tib. Romeo, the loue I beare thee, can affoord 
 No better terme then this: Thou art a Villaine. 
 
 Rom. Tibalt ,the reafon that I haue to loue thee, 
 
 Doth much excufe the appertaining rage 
 To fuch a greeting: Villaine am I none $ 
 
 Therefore farewell, I fee thou know’ll me not. 
 
 Tib. Boy, this fhall not excufe the iniuries 
 That thou haft done me, therefore turne and draw. 
 
 Rom. I do proteft I neuer iniur’d thee, 
 
 But lou’d thee better then thou can’ll deuife : 
 
 Till thou fhalt know the reafon of my loue, 
 
 And fo good Capulets which name I tender 
 As dearely as my owne,be fatisfied. 
 
 Mer. O calme,dilhonourable,vile fubmiflion : 
 
 Alla Stucatho carries it away. 
 
 Tybalt, you Rat-catcher, will you walke ? 
 
 Tib. What woulds thou haue with me ? 
 
 Mer. Good King of Cats, nothing but one of your nine 
 liues,that I meane to make bold withall, and as you fhall 
 vfe me hereafter dry beate the reft of the eight. Will you 
 pluck your Sword out of his Pilcher by the eares ? Make 
 hafljleaft mine be about your eares ere it be out. 
 
 Tib. I am for you. 
 
 Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy Rapier vp. 
 
 Mer. Come fir, your Paflado. 
 
 Rom. Draw Benuolio, beat downe their weapons : 
 Gentlemen, for fhame forbeare this outrage, 
 
 Tib alt , Mercutio, the Prince exprefly hath 
 Forbidden bandying in Verona ftreetes. 
 
 Hold Tybalt ,good Mercutio . 
 
 Exit Tybalt. 
 
 Mer. I am hurt. 
 
 A plague a both the Houfes,I am fped: 
 
 Is he gone and hath nothing ? 
 
 Ben. What art thou hurt ? 
 
 Mer. I, I, a fcratch, a fcratch, marry ’tis inough, 
 
 Where is my PagePgo Villaine fetch a Surgeon. 
 
 Rom. Courage man, the hurt cannot be much. 
 
 Mer . No :’tis not fo deepe as a well, nor fo wide as a f 
 Church doore,but ’tis inough, ’twill ferue : aske for me to j 
 morrow, and you fhall find me a graue man. I am pepper’d j 
 I warrant, for this world : a plague a both your houfes. 
 What, a Dog, a Rat, a Moufe, a Cat to fcratch a man to 
 death : a Braggart, a Rogue, a Villaine, that fights by the 
 booke of Arithmeticke, why the deu’le came you be- 
 tweene vsf I was hurt vnder your arme. 
 
 Rom. I thought all for the befl. 
 
 Mer. Helpe me into fome houfe Benuolio, 
 
 Or I fhall faint:a plague a both your houfes. 
 
 They haue made wormesmeatofme, 
 
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 ‘ The T rage die of Romeo and Iuliet 
 
 I haue it, and foundly to your Houfes. Exit. 
 
 Rom. This Gentleman the Princes neere Alie, 
 
 My very Friend hath got his mortall hurt 
 In my behalfe,my reputation ftain’d 
 With Tibalts flaunder, Tybalt that an houre 
 Hath beene my Cozin :0 Sweet Iuliet, 
 
 Thy Beauty hath made me Effeminate, 
 
 And in my temper foftned Valours fteele. 
 
 Enter Tenuolio. 
 
 Ten. O Romeo, Romeo, braue Mercutio' s is dead, 
 
 That Gallantifpirit hath afpir’d the Cloudes, 
 
 Which too vntimely here did fcorne the earth. 
 
 Rom. This daies blacke Fate, on mo daies doth depend, 
 This but begins, the wo others muft end. 
 
 Enter Tybalt. 
 
 Ben. Here comes the Furious Tybalt backe againe. 
 
 T°tn. He gon in triumph, and Mercutio flaine ? 
 
 Away to heauen refpedtiue Lenitie, 
 
 And fire and Fury, be my conduit now. 
 
 Now Tybalt take the Villaine backe againe 
 That late thou gau’ft me, for Mercutios foule 
 Is but a little way aboue our heads, 
 
 Staying for thine to keepe him companie : 
 
 Either thou or I, or both, muft goe withlhim. 
 
 Tib. Thou wretched Boy that didft confort him here, 
 Shalt with him hence. 
 
 Rym. This fhall determine that. 
 
 They fight. Tybalt falles. 
 
 Ben. jRc/»ro,away be gone : 
 
 The Citizens are vp,and Tybalt flaine, 
 
 Stand not amaz’d, the Prince will Doome thee death 
 If thou art taken :hence, be gone, away. 
 
 Rom. O! Iam Fortunes foole. 
 
 Ben. Why doft thou ftay ? 
 
 Exit Romeo. 
 
 Enter Citizens. 
 
 Citi. Which way ran he that kild <tMercutio ? 
 
 Tibalt that Murtherer, which way ran he ? 
 
 Ben. There lies that Tybalt. 
 
 Citi. Vp fir go with me : 
 
 I charge thee in the Princes names obey. 
 
 Enter Prince , old Montague , Capulet , their 
 l Vines and all. 
 
 Erin. Where are the vile beginners of this Fray£ 
 
 Ben. O Noble Prince, I can difcouer all 
 The vnluckie Mannage of this fatall brail: 
 
 There lies the man flaine by young Romeo , 
 
 That flew thy kinfman braue Mercutio. 
 
 Cap. W'i. Tybalt, my Cozin ?0 my Brothers Child, 
 
 O Prince, O Cozin, Husband, O the blood is fpild 
 Of my deare kinfman. Prince as thou art true, 
 
 For bloud of ours,fhed bloud of Mountague. 
 
 O Cozin, Cozin, 
 
 Prin. Tenuolio, who began this Fray ? 
 
 Ten. Tybalt here flaine, whom Romeo's hand did flay, 
 Romeo that fpoke him faire, bid him bethinke 
 How nice the Quarrell was, and vrg’d withall 
 Your high difpleafure:all this vttered, 
 
 With gentle breath, calme looke, knees humbly bow’d 
 Could not take truce with the vnruly fpleene 
 Of Tybalts deafe to peace, but that he Tilts 
 With Peircing fteele at bold Mercutio' s breaft, 
 
 Who all as hot,turnes deadly point to point, 
 
 And with a Martiall fcorne, with one hand beates 
 Cold death afide,and with the other fends 
 It back to Tybalt , whofe dexterity 
 
 
 Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, 
 
 Hold Friends, Friends part, and fwifter then his tongue, 
 His aged arme^beats downe their fatall points, 
 
 And twixt them rufhes, vnderneath whofe arme, 
 
 An enuious thruft from Tybalt, hit the life 
 Of ftout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled. 
 
 But by and by comes backe to Romeo, 
 
 Who had but newly entertained Reuenge, 
 
 And too’t they goe like lightning, for ere I 
 Could draw to part them, was ftout Tybalt flaine : 
 
 And as he fell, did Romeo turne and flie: 
 
 This is the truth, or let Benuolio die. 
 
 Cap. Wi. He is a kinfman to the Mountague, 
 
 Affettion makes him falfe,he fpeakes not true : 
 
 Some twenty of them fought in this blacke ftrife, 
 
 And all thofe twenty could but kill one life. 
 
 I beg for Iuftice, which thou Prince muft giue: 
 
 Borneo flew Tybalt , Romeo muft not liue, 
 
 Prin. Romeo flew him, he flew Mercutio, 
 
 Who now the price of his deare blood doth owe. 
 
 Cap. Not Romeo Prince, he was Mercutios Friend, 
 
 His fault concludes, but what the law fhould end, 
 
 The life of Tybalt. 
 
 Trin. And for that offence, 
 
 Immediately we doe exile him hence : 
 
 I haue an intereft inlyour hearts proceeding: 
 
 My bloud for your rude brawles doth lie a bleeding. 
 
 But lie Amerce you with fo ftrong a fine, 
 
 That you fhall all repent the Ioffe of mine. 
 
 It will be deafe to pleading and excufes, 
 
 Nor teares, nor prayers fhall purchafe our abufes. 
 
 Therefore vfe none, let Romeo hence in haft, 
 
 Elfe when he is found, that houre is his laft. 
 
 Be are hence this body, and attend our will: 
 
 Mercy not Murders, pardoning thofe that kill. 
 
 Exeunt . 
 
 Enter Iuliet alone. 
 
 Iul. Gallop apace, you fiery footed fteedes, 
 Towards Phabus lodging, fuch a Wagoner 
 As Phaeton would whip you to the weft, 
 
 And bring in Cloudie night immediately. 
 
 Spred thy clofe Curtaine Loue-performing night, 
 That run-awayes eyes may wincke, and Romeo 
 Leape to thefe armes, vntalkt of and vnfeene, 
 
 Louers can fee to doe their Amorous rights, 
 
 And by their owne Beauties: or if Loue be blind, 
 
 It beft agrees with night: come ciuill night, 
 
 Thou fober futed Matron all in blacke, 
 
 And learne me how to loofea winning match, 
 
 Plaid for a paire of ftainleffe Maidenhoods, 
 
 Hood my vnman’d blood bayting in my Cheekes, 
 With thy Blacke mantle, till ftrange Loue grow bold, 
 Thinke true Loue adled fimple modeftie : 
 
 Come night, come Romeo, come thou day in night, 
 
 For thou wilt lie vpon the wings of night 
 Whiter then new Snow vpon a Rauens backe : 
 
 Come gentle night, come louing blackebrow’d night. 
 Giue me my Romeo, and when I fhall die, 
 
 Take him and cut him out in little ftarres, 
 
 And he will make the Face of heauen fo fine, 
 
 That all the world will be in Loue with night, 
 
 And pay no worfhip to the Garifh Sun. 
 
 O I haue bought the Manfion of a Loue, 
 Butnotpoffeft it, and though I am fold, 
 
 Not yet enioy’d, fo tedious is this day, 
 
 As is the night before fome Feftiuall, 
 
 To 
 
1 4 "The Tr age die of c I{omeo and fuliet . 
 
 To an impatient child that hath new robes 
 And may not weare them,0 here comes my Nurfe : 
 Enter Nurfe with cords . 
 
 And Ihe brings newes and euery tongue that fpeaks 
 But Romeos, name, fpeakes heauenly eloquencei: 
 
 Now Nurfe, what newesPwhat haft thou there ? 
 
 The Cords that Romeo bid thee fetch ? 
 
 Nur. I, I, the Cords. 
 
 Iuli. Ay me, what newes ? 
 
 Why doft thou wring thy hands. 
 
 Nur . A welady, hee’s dead, hee’s dead, 
 
 We are vndone Lady, we are vndone. 
 
 Alacke the day, hee’s gone, hee’s kil’d, he’s dead. 
 
 Iul. Can heauen be fo enuious? 
 
 Nur. Romeo can, 
 
 Though heauen cannot. O Romeo, Romeo, 
 
 Who euer would haue thought it Romeo. 
 
 Iuli. What diuell art thou, 
 
 That doft torment me thus f 
 j This torture fhould be roar’d in difmall hell, 
 j Hath Romeo flaine himfelfe i fay thou but I, 
 
 I And that bare vowell I lhall poyfon more 
 Then the death-darting eye of Cockatrice, 
 
 I am not I, if there be fuch an I. 
 
 Or thofe eyes lhot,that makes thee anfwcre I : 
 
 If he be flaine fay I, or if not, no. 
 
 Briefe, founds, determine of my weale or wo. 
 
 Nur. I faw the wound, I faw it with mine eyes, 
 j God faue the marke, here on his manly breft, 
 
 A pitteous Coarfe,a bloody piteous Coarfe : 
 
 ! Pale, pale as allies, all bedawb’d in blood, 
 
 All in gore blood, I founded at the fight- 
 I Iul. O breake my heart, 
 
 I Poore Banckrout breake at once, 
 
 I To prifon eyes, nere looke on libertie. 
 j Vile earth to earth refigne,end motion here, 
 
 And thou and Romeo prefle on heauie beere. 
 
 Nur. O ’Tybalt, Tybalt, the. belt Friend I had: 
 j O curteous Tybalt honeft Gentleman, 
 j That euer I Ihould liue to fee thee dead, 
 i Iul. What ftorme is this that blowes fo contrarie ? 
 j Is ’Romeo flaughtred ? and is Tybalt dead ? 
 j My deareft Cozen, and my dearer Lord: 
 i Then dreadfull Trumpet found the generall doome, 
 i For who is liuing,if thofe two are gone ^ 
 
 Nur. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banilhed, 
 
 1 Romeo that kil’d him, he is banilhed. 
 j Iul. O God ! 
 
 j Did Rom' os hand Ihed Tybalts blood 
 It did, it did, alas the day, it did. 
 j Nur. O Serpent heart, hid with a flowring face, 
 j Iul. Did euer Dragon keepe fo faire a Caue ? 
 
 Beautifull Tyrant, fiend Angelicall : 
 j Rauenous Doue-feather’d Rauen, 
 
 Woluilh-rauening Lambe, 
 
 Difpifed fubftance of Diuineft Ihow : 
 
 Iuft oppofite to what thou iuftly feem’lt, 
 
 A dimne Saint, an Honourable Villaine : 
 
 O Nature ! what had’ft thou to doe in hell, 
 
 When thou did’ft bower the fpirit of a fiend 
 In mortall paradife of fuch fweet flelh ? 
 j Was euer booke containing fuch vile matter 
 j So fairely bound ? O that deceit Ihould dwell 
 I In fuch a gorgeous Pallace. 
 
 Nur. There’s no truft,no faith, no honeftie in men, 
 : All periur’d, all forfworne,all naught, all diflem biers, 
 
 Ah where’s my man ? giue me fome Aqua-vitae ? 
 
 Thefe griefes, thefe woes,thefe forrowes make me old : 
 Shame come to Romeo. 
 
 Iul. Blifter’d be thy tongue 
 For fuch a wilh, he was not borne to lhame : 
 
 Vpon his brow lhame is alham’d to fit j 
 For’tis a throane where Honour may be Crown’d 
 Sole Monarch of the vniuerfall earth: 
 
 O what a beaft was I to chide him i 
 
 Nur. Will you fpeake well of him, 
 
 That kil’d your Cozen ? 
 
 Iul. Shall I fpeake ill of him that is my husband ? 
 
 Ah poore my Lord, what tongue fhall fmooth thy name, 
 When I thy three houres wife haue mangled it. 
 
 But wherefore Villaine did’ft thou kill my Cozin ? 
 
 That Villaine Cozin would haue kil’d my husband : 
 
 Backe foolilh teares, backe to your natiue fpring, 
 
 Your tributarie drops belong to woe, 
 
 Which you miftaking offer vp to ioy : 
 
 My husband liues that Tibalt would haue flaine, 
 
 And Tibalt dead that would haue flaine my husband : 
 
 All this is comfort, wherefore weepe I then ? 
 
 Some words there was worfer then Tybalts death 
 That murdered me, I would forget it feine, 
 
 But oh, it prelfes to my memory, 
 
 Like damned guilty deedes to finners minds, 
 
 Tybalt is dead and Romeo banilhed : 
 
 That banilhed, that one word banilhed, 
 
 Hath flaine ten thoufand Tibalts : Tibalts death 
 Was woe inough if it had ended there: 
 
 Or if fower woe delights in fellowlhip, 
 
 And needly will be rankt with other griefes, 
 
 Why followed not when Ihe faid Tibalts dead, 
 
 Thy Father or thy Mother, nay or both, 
 
 Which moderne lamentation might haue mou’d. 
 
 But which a rere-ward following Tybalts death 
 Romeo is banilhed to fpeake that word, 
 
 Is Father, Mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Iuliet , 
 
 All flaine, all dead: Romeo is banilhed, 
 
 There is no end, no limit, meafure, bound, 
 
 In that words death, no words can that woe found. 
 
 Where is my Father and my Mother Nurfe i 
 
 Nur. Weeping and wailing ouer Tybalts Coarfe, 
 
 Will you go to them ? I will bring you thither. 
 
 Iu. Wafh they his wounds with tears:mine lhal be fpent 
 When theirs are drie for Romeo' s banilhment. 
 
 Take vp thofe Cordes, poore ropes you are beguil’d, 
 
 Both you and I for Romeo is exild: 
 
 He made you for ai high-way to my bed, 
 
 But I a Maid, die Maiden widowed. 
 
 Come Cord, come Nurfe, lie to my wedding bed, 
 
 And death not Romeo, take my Maiden head. 
 
 Nur. Hie to your Chamber, lie find Romeo 
 To comfort you. I wot well where he is : 
 
 Harke ye your Romeo will be heere at night, 
 lie to him, he is hid at Lawrence Cell. 
 
 Iul. O find him, giue this Ring to my true Knight, 
 
 And bid him come, to take hislaft farewell. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Enter Frier and Romeo. 
 
 Fri. Romeo come forth, 
 
 Come forth thou fearfull man, 
 
 Affli&ion is enamor’d of thy parts: 
 
 And thou art wedded to calamitie. 
 
 Rom. Father what newes? 
 
 What 
 
The Tr age die ofTomeo and Iuliet. 1 5 
 
 What is the Princes Doome f 
 
 What forrow craues acquaintance at my hand, 
 
 That I yet know not? 
 
 Fri. Too familiar 
 
 Is my deare Sonne with fuch fowre Company : 
 
 I bring thee tydings of the Princes Doome. 
 
 Rom. What leffe then Doomefday, 
 
 Is the Princes Doome ? 
 
 Fri. A gentler iudgement vanilht from his lips, 
 Not bodies death, but bodies banifhment. 
 
 Rom. Ha, banifhment?be mercifull,fay death : 
 
 For exile hath more terror in his looke, 
 
 Much more then death: do not fay banifhment. 
 
 Fri. Here from Verova art thou banifhed : 
 
 Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. 
 
 Rom. There is no world without "Verona walles, 
 
 But Purgatorie, Torture , hell it felfe : 
 
 Hence banifhed, is banifht from the world, 
 
 And worlds exile is death. Then banifhed, 
 
 Is death, miftearm’d, calling death banifhed, 
 
 Thou cut’ll my head off with a golden Axe, 
 
 And fmileft vpon the llroke that murders me. 
 
 Fri. O deadly fin,0 rude vnthankefulneffe ! 
 
 Thy fait our Law calles death, but the kind Prince 
 Taking thy part, hath rufht afide the Law, 
 
 And turn’d that blackeword death, to banifhment. 
 This is deare mercy, and thou feefl it not. 
 
 Rom» ’Tis Torture and not mercy, heauen is here 
 Where Iuliet Hues, and euery Cat and Dog, 
 
 And little Moufe, euery vnworthy thing 
 Liue here in Heauen and may looke on her, 
 
 But Romeo may not.More Yaliditie, 
 
 More Honourable flate, more Courtfhip liues 
 In carrion Flies, then Romeo : they may feaze 
 On the white wonder of deare Iuliets hand, 
 
 And fleale immortall blefiing from her lips, 
 
 Who euen in pure and veflall modeftie 
 Still blufh,as thinking their owne kiffes fin. 
 
 This may Flies doe, when I from this mull flie, 
 
 And faift thou yet, that exile is not death ? 
 
 But 'Romeo may not,hee is banifhed. 
 
 Had’fl thou no poyfon mixt,no fharpe ground knife, 
 No fudden meane of death, though nere fo meane, 
 
 But banifhed to kill me? Banifhed? 
 
 O Frier, the damned vfe that word in hell : 
 
 Howlings attends it, how haft thou the hart 
 Being a Diuine, a Ghoftly ConfefTor, 
 
 A Sin-Abfoluer,and my Friend profeft : 
 
 To mangle me with that word, banifhed ? 
 
 Fri. Then fond Mad man,heare me fpeake. 
 
 Rom. O thou wilt fpeake againe of banifhment. 
 
 Fri. He giue thee Armour to keepe off that word, 
 Aduerlities fweete milke,Philofophie, 
 
 To comfort thee, though thou art banifhed. 
 
 Rom. Yet banifhedfhang vp Philofophie: 
 
 Vnleffe Philofohpie can make a Iuliet , 
 
 Difplant a Towne,reuerfe a Princes Doome, 
 
 It helpes not, it preuailes not,talke no more. 
 
 Fri. O then I fee, that Mad men haue no eares. 
 
 Rom. How fhould they, 
 
 When wifemen haue no eyes ? 
 
 Fri. Let me difpaire with thee of thy eftate, 
 
 Rom. Thou can’ll not fpeake of that y doll not feele, 
 Wert thou as young as Iuliet my Loue: 
 
 An houre but married, Tybalt murdered, 
 
 Doting like me, and like me banifhed, 
 
 Then mighteft thou fpeake. 
 
 Then mighteft thou teare thy hayre, 
 
 And fall vpon the ground as I doe now, 
 
 Taking the meafure of an vnmade graue. 
 
 Enter Nurfe, and brioches. 
 
 Frier. Arife one knockes, 
 
 Good Romeo hide thy felfe. 
 
 Rom. Not I, 
 
 Vnleffe the breath ofHartficke groanes 
 Mill-like infold me from the fearch of eyes. 
 
 Knoc\e 
 
 Fri. Harke how they knocke : 
 
 (Who’s there ) Romeo arife, 
 
 Thou wilt be taken, flay a while, Hand vp : 
 
 Knocke. 
 
 | Run to my ftudy:by and by .Gods will 
 What fimpleneffe is this: I come, I come. 
 
 Knocke. 
 
 | Who knocks fo hard ? 
 j Whence come you ? what’s your will ? 
 
 Enter Nurfe. 
 
 Nur. Let me come in, 
 
 And you fhall know my errand : 
 
 I come from Lady Iuliet. 
 
 Fri. Welcome then. 
 
 Nur. O holy Frier, O tell me holy Frier, 
 
 Where’s my Ladies Lord?where’s Romeo t 
 
 Fri. There on the ground, 
 
 With his owne teares made drunke. 
 
 Nur. O he is euen in my Miftreffe cafe, 
 lull in her cafe.O wofull limpathy : 
 
 Pittious predicament, euen fo lies fhe, 
 
 Blubbring and weeping, weeping and blubbring, 
 
 Stand vp,ftand vp,ftand and you be a man, 
 
 For Iuliets fake, for her fake rife and (land : 
 
 Why fhould you fall into fo deepe an O. 
 
 Rom. Nurfe. 
 
 Nur. Ah fir, ah fir, deaths the end of all. 
 
 Rom. Speak’ll thou of Iulietihow is it with her ? 
 
 Doth not fhe thinke me an old Murtherer, 
 
 Now I haue flain’d the Childhood of our ioy, 
 
 With blood remoued,but little from her owne ? 
 
 Where is fhe ? and how doth fhe ? and what fayes 
 My conceal’d Lady to our conceal’d Loue ? 
 
 Nur. Oh fhe fayes nothing fir, but weeps and weeps, 
 | And now fals on her bed, and then Harts vp, 
 
 { And Tybalt calls, and then on Romeo cries, 
 j And then downe falls againe. 
 
 Ro. As if that name fhot from the dead leuell of a Gun, 
 Did murder her, as that names curfed hand 
 Murdred her kinfman.Oh tell me Frier, tell me, 
 
 In what vile part of this Anatomie 
 
 Doth my name lodge/ Tell me, that I mayfacke 
 
 The hatefull Manfion. 
 
 Fri. Hold thy defperate hand : 
 
 ; Art thou a man ? thy forme cries out thou art : 
 j Thy teares are womanifh,thy wild a6ls denote 
 I The vnreafonable Furie of a beaft. 
 
 | Vnfeemely woman , in a feeming man, 
 j And ill befeeming beaft in feeming both, 
 j Thou haft amaz’d me. By my holy order, 
 
 I thought thy difpofition better temper’d. 
 
 | Haft thou flaine Tybalt? wilt thou flay thy felfe ? 
 
 And flay thy Lady , that in thy life lies, 
 
 By doing damned hate vpon thy felfe? 
 
 Why rayl’ft thou on thy birth ? the heauen and earth ? 
 
 Since 
 
1 6 'The TJ rage die of T^omeo and Juliet . 
 
 Since birth, and heauen and earth, all three do meete 
 In thee at once, which thou at once would’ft loofe. 
 Fie, fie, thou lham’ft thy lhape,thy loue,thy wit, 
 Which like a Vfurer abound’ft in all : 
 
 And vfell none in that true vfe indeed, 
 
 Which Ihould bedecke thy lhape,thy loue,thy wit: 
 Thy Noble lhape,is but a forme of waxe, 
 
 Digrefiing from the Valour of a man, 
 
 Thy deare Loue fworne but hollow periurie, 
 
 Killing that Loue which thou haft vow’d to cherifti. 
 Thy wit, that Ornament, to lhape and Loue, 
 
 Milhapen in the condufl of them both : 
 
 Like powder in a skillefle Souldiers flaske, 
 
 Is fet a fire by thine owne ignorance, 
 
 And thou difmembred with thine owne defence. 
 What,rowfe thee man, thy Iuliet is aliue, 
 
 For whofe deare fake thou waft but lately dead. 
 There art thou happy . Tybalt would kill thee, 
 
 But thou flew’ft Tybalt , there art thou happie. 
 
 The law that threatned death became thy Friend, 
 And turn’d it to exile , there art thou happy. 
 
 A packe or blefiing light vpon thy backe, 
 
 Happinefle Courts thee in her beft array, 
 
 But like a miftiaped and fullen wench, 
 
 Thou putteft vp thy Fortune and thy Loue: 
 
 Take heed , take heed , for fuch die miferable. 
 
 Goe get thee to thy Loue as was decreed, 
 
 Afcend her Chamber, hence and comfort her : 
 
 But looke thou ftay not till the watch be fet, 
 
 For then thou canft not pafie to Mantua , 
 
 Where thou (halt liue till we can finde a time 
 To blaze your marriage, reconcile your Friends, 
 
 Beg pardon of thy Prince, and call thee backe, 
 
 With twenty hundred thoufand times more ioy 
 Then thou went’ft forth in lamentation. 
 
 Goe before Nurfe, commend me to thy Lady, 
 
 And bid her haften all the houfe to bed, 
 
 Which heauy forrow makes them apt vnto. 
 
 Romeo is comming. 
 
 Nur. O Lord, I could haue ftaid here all night, 
 
 To heare good counfell: oh what learning is! 
 
 My Lord He tell my Lady you will come. 
 
 Rom. Do fo, and bid my Sweete prepare to chide. 
 Nur. Heere fir, a Ring lhe bid me giue you fir : 
 Hie you, make haft, for it growes very late. 
 
 Rom. How well my comfort is reuiu’d by this. 
 Fri. Go hence, 
 
 Goodnight, and here ftands all your ftate : 
 
 Either be gone before the watch be fet, 
 
 Or by the breakeof day difguis’d from hence, 
 Soiourne in Mantua, We find outyour man, 
 
 And he lhall fignifiefrom time to time, 
 
 Euery good hap to you, that chaunces heere : 
 
 Giue me thy hand, ’tis late, fare well, goodnight. 
 
 Rom. But that a ioy paft ioy, calls out on me, 
 
 It were a griefe,fo briefe to part with thee : 
 
 Farewell. Exeunt. 
 
 Enter old Capulet y his JVife and Paris. 
 
 Cap. Things haue falne out fir fo vnluckily, 
 
 That we haue had no time to moue our Daughter : 
 Looke you, lhe Lou’d her kinfman Tybalt dearely, 
 And fo did I. Well, we were borne to die. 
 
 ’Tis very late,lhe’l not come downe to night : 
 
 I promife you, but for your company, 
 
 I would haue bin a bed an houre ago. 
 
 Par. Thefe times of wo, affoord no times to wooe: 
 Madam goodnight, commend me to your Daughter. 
 
 Lady. I will, and know her mind early to morrow, 
 
 To night, lhe is mewed vp to her heauinefle. 
 
 Cap. Sir Paris y l will make a defperate tender 
 Of my Childes loue : I thinke lhe will be rul’d 
 In all refpedls by me : nay more, I doubt it not. 
 
 Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed, 
 
 Acquaint her here, of my Sonne Taris Loue, 
 
 And bid her,marke you me, on Wendfday next, 
 
 But foft, what day is this ? 
 
 Par. Monday my Lord. 
 
 Cap. Monday, ha ha: well Wendfday is too foone, 
 
 A Thurfday let it be:a Thurfday tell her, 
 
 She fhall be married to this Noble Earle : 
 
 Will you be ready ? do you like this haft ? 
 
 Weele keepe no great adoe,a Friend or two, 
 
 For harke you y Tybalt being flaine fo late, 
 
 It may be thought we held him carelefly, 
 
 Being our kinfman, if we reuell much : 
 
 Therefore weele haue fome halfe a dozen Friends, 
 
 And there an end. But what fay you to Thurfday ? 
 
 Paris. My Lord, 
 
 I would that Thurfday were to morrow. 
 
 Cap. Well, get you gone, a Thurfday, be it then : 
 
 Go you to Iuliet ere you go to bed, 
 
 Prepare her wife, againft this wedding day. 
 
 Farewell my Lord, light to my Chamber hoa, 
 
 Afore me, it is fo late, that we may call ir early by and by, 
 Goodnight. Exeunt. 
 
 Enter Romeo and Iuliet aloft. 
 
 Iul. Wilt thou be gone ? It is not yet neere day I 
 It was the Nightingale, and not the Larke, 
 
 That pier’ft the fearefull hollow of thine eare, 
 
 Nightly {he fings on yond Pomgranet tree, 
 
 Beleeue me Loue, it was the Nightingale. 
 
 Rom. It was the Larke the Herauld of the Morne: 
 
 No Nightingale:looke Loue what enuious ftreakes 
 Do lace the feuering Cloudes in yonder Eaft : 
 
 Nights Candles are burnt out, and Iocond day 
 Stands tipto on the miftie Mountaines tops, 
 
 I muft be gone and liue, or ftay and die. 
 
 Iul. Yond light is not daylight, I know it I : 
 
 It is fome Meteor that the Sun exhales, 
 
 To be to thee this night a Torch-bearer, 
 
 And light thee on thy way to Mantua. 
 
 Therefore ftay yet, thou need’ll not to be gone, 
 
 Rom. Let me be tane, let me be put to death, 
 
 I am content, fo thou wilt haue it fo. 
 lie fay yon gray is not the mornings eye,! 
 
 ’Tis but the pale reflexe of Cintbias brow. 
 
 Nor that is not Larke whofe noates do beate 
 The vaulty heauen fo high aboue our heads, 
 
 I haue more care to ftay, then will to go : 
 
 Come death and welcome , Iuliet wills it fo. 
 
 How ill my foule,lets talke,it is not day. 
 
 luli. It is, it is, hie hence be gone away : 
 
 It is the Larke that fings fo out of tune, 
 
 Straining harlh Difcords,and vnpleafing Sharpes. 
 
 Some fay the Larke makes fweete Diuifionj 
 This doth not fo:for lhe diuideth vs. 
 
 Some fay, the Larke and loathed Toad change eyes, 
 
 O now I would they had chang’d voyces too : 
 
 Since 
 
T 3 he Tr age die of dd^meo and Juliet . 1 7 
 
 Since arme from arme that voyce doth vs affray, 
 
 Hunting thee hence, with Hunt f-vpto the day, 
 
 0 now be gone, more light and itli ght growes. 
 
 Rom. More light & light, more darke & darke our woes. 
 
 Enter Madam and Nurfe. 
 
 Nur. Madam. 
 
 Jul. Nurfe. 
 
 iVar.Your Lady Mother is comming to your chamber, 
 The day is broke, be wary,looke about. 
 
 Iul, Then window let day in, and let life out. 
 
 Rom. Farewell, farewell, one kiffe and He defcend. 
 
 Iul. Art thou gone fo£ Loue, Lord, ay Husband, Friend, 
 
 1 mull heare from thee euery day in the houre, 
 
 For in a minute there are many dayes, 
 
 0 by this count I fhall be much in yeares, 
 
 Ere I againe behold my Romeo. 
 
 Rom. Farewell : 
 
 1 will omit no oportunitie, 
 
 That may conuey my greetings Loue, to thee. 
 
 Iul. O thinkeft thou we fhall euer meet againe ? 
 
 Rom. I doubt it not, and all thefe woes fhall ferue 
 For fweet difcourfes in our time to come. 
 
 luilet. 0 God ! I haue an ill Diuining foule, 
 
 Me thinkes I fee thee now, thou art fo lowe, 
 
 As one dead in the bottome of a Tombe, 
 
 Either my eye-fight failes, or thou look’ft pale. 
 
 Rom. And truft me Loue, in my eye fo do you : 
 
 Drie forrow drinkes our blood. Adue, adue. Exit. 
 
 Iul. O Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle, 
 
 If thou art fickle, what doft thou with him 
 That is renown’d for faith? be fickle Fortune: 
 
 For then I hope thou wilt not keepe him long, 
 
 But fend him backe. 
 
 Enter Mother. 
 
 Lad. Ho Daughter, are you vp ? 
 
 Iuh Who ift that calls ? Is it my Lady Mother. 
 
 Is fhe not downe fo late, or vp fo early ? 
 
 What vnaccuftom’d caufe procures her hither ? 
 
 Lad. Why how now Iulietl 
 Iul. Madam I am not well. 
 
 Lad. Euermore weeping for your Cozins death ? 
 
 What wilt thou wafh him from his graue with teares i 
 And if thou could’ft,thou could’ft not make him liue : 
 Therefore haue done,fome griefe fhewes much of Loue, 
 But much of griefe, fhewes ftill fome want of wit. 
 
 Iul. Yet let me weepe, for fuch a feeling Ioffe. 
 
 Lad. So fhall you feele the Ioffe, but not the Friend 
 Which you weepe for. 
 
 ■Iul. Feeling fo the Ioffe, 
 
 I cannot chufe but euer weepe the Friend. 
 
 La. Well Girle, thou weep’ft not fo much for his death, 
 As that the Villaine Hues which flaughter’d him. 
 
 Iul . What Villaine, Madam ? 
 
 Lad. That fame Villaine Romeo. 
 
 Iul. Villaine and he, be many Miles affunder : 
 
 God pardon, I doe with all my heart: 
 
 And yet no man like he, doth grieue my heart. 
 
 Lad. That is becaufe the Traitor Hues. 
 
 Iul. I Madam from the reach of thefe my hands : 
 Would none but I might venge my Cozins death. 
 
 Lad « We will haue vengeance for it, feare thou not. 
 Then weepe no more, lie fend to one in Mantua , 
 
 Where that fame banifht Run-agate doth liue, 
 
 Shall giue him fuch an vnaccuftom’d dram, 
 
 That he fhall foone keepe Tybalt company : 
 
 And then I hope thou wilt be fatisfied. 
 
 Iul. Indeed I neuer fhall be fatisfied 
 With ’Romeo , till I behold him. Dead 
 Is my poore heart fo for a kinfman vext : 
 
 Madam if you could find out but a man 
 To beare a poyfon, I would temper it $ 
 
 That Romeo fhould vpon receit thereof, 
 
 Soone fleepe in quiet. O how my heart abhors 
 To heare him nam’d, and cannot come to him, 
 
 To wreake the Loue I bore my Cozin, 
 
 Vpon his body that hath flaughter’d him. 
 
 Mo. Find thou the meanes, and He find fuch a man. 
 But now He tell thee ioyfull tidings Gyrle. 
 
 Iul. And ioy comes well, in fuch a needy time, 
 
 What are they,befeech your Ladyfhip ? 
 
 <tMo. Well, well, thou haft a carefull Father Child? 
 One who to put thee from thy heauineffe, 
 
 Hath forted out a fudden day of ioy, 
 
 That thou expe&s not, nor I lookt not for. 
 
 Iul. Madam in happy time, what day is this ? 
 
 Mo. Marry my Child, early next Thurfday morne, 
 
 The gallant, young, and Noble Gentleman, 
 
 The Countie Paris at Saint Peters Church, 
 
 Shall happily make thee a ioyfull Bride. 
 
 Iul. Now by Saint Peters Church, and Peter too, 
 
 He fhall not make me there a ioyfull Bride. 
 
 I wonder at this haft, that I muft wed 
 
 Ere he that fhould be Husband comes to woe; 
 
 I pray you tell my Lord and Father Madam, 
 
 I will not marrie yet, and when I doe, I fweare 
 It fhallbe Romeo, whom you know I hate 
 Rather then Paris. Thefe are newes indeed. 
 
 Mo. Here comes your Father, tell him fo your felfe, 
 And fee how he will take it at your hands. 
 
 Enter Capulet and Nurfe. 
 
 Cap. When the Sun fets,the earth doth drizzle daew 
 But for the Sunfet of my Brothers Sonne, 
 
 It raines downright. 
 
 How now/ A Conduit Gyrle, what ftill in teares? 
 Euermore fhowring in one little body? 
 
 Thou counterfaits a Barke,a Sea, a Wind : 
 
 For ftill thy eyes, which I may call the Sea, 
 
 Do ebbe and flow with teares, the Barke thy body is 
 Sayling in this fait floud, the windes thy fighes, 
 
 Who raging with the teares and they with them, 
 
 Without a fudden calme will ouer fet 
 Thy temp eft tolled body.How now wife? 
 
 Haue you deliuered to her our decree ? 
 
 Lady . I fir ; 
 
 But fhe will none, fhe giues you thankes, 
 
 I would the foole were married to her graue. 
 
 Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you wife, 
 How, will fhe none? doth fhe not giue vs thanks? 
 
 Is fhe not proud? doth fhe not count her bleft, 
 
 Vnworthy as fhe is, that we haue wrought 
 So worthy a Gentleman, to be her Bridegroome 
 Iul. Not proud you haue, 
 
 But thankfull that you haue : 
 
 Proud can I neuer be of what I haue, 
 
 But thankfull euen for hate, that is meant Loue. 
 
 Cap. How now ? 
 
 How now i Chopt Logicke ? what is this ? 
 
 Proud, and I thanke you: and I thanke you not. 
 
 Thanke me no thankings,nor proud me no prouds, 
 
 But fettle your fine ioints’gainft Thurfday next, 
 
 C To 
 
1 8 The Tr age die of T(omeo and Juliet . 
 
 I To go with Paris to Saint Peters Church : 
 
 Or I will drag thee, on a Hurdle thither. 
 
 Out you greene ficknefie carrion, out you baggage, 
 
 You tallow face. 
 
 Lady. Fie, fie, what are you mad ? 
 
 Iul. Good Father, I befeech you on my knees 
 Heare me with patience, but to fpeake a word. 
 
 Fa. Hang thee young baggage, difobedient wretch, 
 
 I tell thee what, get thee to Church a Thurfday, 
 
 Or neuer after looke me in the face. 
 
 Speakemot, reply not, do not anfwere me. 
 
 My fingers itch, wife : we l'carce thought vs bled, 
 
 That God had lent vs but thisonely Child, 
 
 But now I fee this one is one too much, 
 
 And that we haue a curfe in hauing her : 
 
 Out on her Hilding. 
 
 Nur. God in heauen blefle her, 
 
 You are too blame my Lord to rate her fo. 
 
 Fa. And why my Lady wifedome?hold your tongue, 
 Good Prudence, (matter with your goflip,go. 
 
 Nur. I fpeake no treafon, 
 
 Father, O Godigoden, 
 
 May not one fpeake ? 
 
 Fa. Peace you mumbling foole, 
 
 Ytter your grauitie ore a Gofiips bowles 
 For here we need it not. 
 
 La. You are too hot. 
 
 Fa. Gods bread, it makes me mad: 
 
 Day, night, houre, ride, time, worke, play, 
 
 Alone in companie, dill my care hath bin 
 To haue her matcht,and hauing now prouided 
 A Gentleman of Noble Parentage, 
 
 Of faire Demeanes, Youthfull, and Nobly Allied, 
 
 Stuft as they fay with Honourable parts, 
 
 Proportion’d as ones thought would wi(h a man, 
 
 And then to haue a wretched puling foole, 
 
 A whining mammet,in her Fortunes tender, 
 
 To anfwer,Ile not wed, I cannot Loue : 
 
 I am too young, I pray you pardon me. 
 
 But, and you will not wed, lie pardon you. 
 
 Graze where you will, you (hall not houfe with me : 
 Looke too’t, thinke on’t, I do not vfe to ieft. 
 
 Thurfday is neere,lay hand on heart, aduife, 
 
 And you be mine, lie giue you to my Friend : 
 
 And you be not, hang, beg, ftraue, die in the ftreets, 
 
 For by my foule, He nere acknowledge thee, 
 
 Nor what is mine (hall neuer do thee good : 
 
 Truft too’t, bethinke you, lie not be forfworne Exit . 
 
 lull. Is there no pittie fitting in the Cloudes, 
 
 That fees into the bottome of my griefe ? 
 
 O fweet my Mother call me not away, 
 
 Delay this marriage, for a month, a weeke, 
 
 Or if you do not, make the Bridall bed 
 In that dim Monument where Tybalt lies. 
 
 Mo. Talke not to me, for He not fpeake a word, 
 
 Do as thou wilt, for I haue done with thee. Exit. 
 
 Iul. O God ! 
 
 O Nurfe, how (hall this be preuented ? 
 
 My Husband is on earth, my faith in heauen, 
 
 How (hall that faith returne againe to earth, 
 
 Vnlefie that Husband fend it me from heauen, 
 
 By leauing earth PComfortme, counfaile me : 
 Hlacke,alacke, that heauen (hould pradlife ftratagems 
 Vpon fo foft a fubiedt as my felfe. 
 
 What faift thouPhaft thou not a word of ioy ? 
 
 Some comfort Nurfe. 
 
 Nur. Faith here it is, 
 
 Romeo is bani(hed,and all the world to nothing, 
 
 That he dares nere come backe to challenge you : 
 
 Or it he do, it needs muft be by (lealth. 
 
 Then fince the cafe fo (lands as now it doth, 
 
 I thinke it bed you married with the Countie, 
 
 0 hee’s a Louely Gentleman : 
 
 Romeos a dilh-clout to him : an Eagle Madam 
 Hath not fo|greene,fo quicke, fo faire an eye 
 As Paris hath, be(hrow my very heart, 
 
 1 thinke you are happy in this fecond match, 
 
 For it excels your firft:or if it did not, 
 
 Your firft is dead, or ’twere as good he were, 
 
 As liuing here and you no vfe of him. 
 
 Iul. Speakeft thou from thy heart/ 
 
 Nur. And from my foule too, 
 
 Or elfe bclhrew them both. 
 
 Iul. Amen. 
 
 Nur. What? 
 
 Iul. Well, thou haft comforted me marue’lous much, 
 Gojin,and tell my Lady I am gone, 
 
 Hauing difpleaf’d my Father, to Lawrence Cell, 
 
 To make confe(fion,and to be abfolu’d. 
 
 Nur. Marrie I will, and this is wifely done. 
 
 Iul. Auncient damnation, O mod wicked fiend! 
 
 It is more fin to wife me thus forfworne, 
 
 Or to difpraife my Lord with that fame tongue 
 Which fee hath praif’d him with aboue compare, 
 
 So many thoufand times? Go Counfellor, 
 
 Thou and my bofome henchforth (hall be twaine : 
 
 He to the Frier to know his remedie, 
 
 If all elfe faile,my felfe haue power to die. Exeunt. \ 
 
 Enter Frier and Countie Paris. 
 
 Fri. On Thurfday fir?the time is very feort. 
 
 Par. My Father Capulet will haue it fo, 
 
 And I am nothing flow to flack his haft. 
 
 Fri. You fay you do not know the Ladies mind ? 
 Vneuen is the courfe, I like it not. 
 
 Pa. Immoderately fee weepes for Tybalts death, 
 
 And therfore haue I little talke of Loue, 
 
 For Venus fmiles not in a houfe of teares. 
 
 Now fir, her Father counts it dangerous 
 That fee doth giue her forrow fo much fway : 
 
 And in his wifedome, hafts our marriage, 
 
 To (lop the inundation of her teares, 
 
 Which too much minded by her felfe alone, 
 
 May be put from her by focietie. 
 
 Now doe you know the reafon of this haft? 
 
 Fri. I would I knew not why it (hould be flow’d. 
 
 Looke fir, here comes the Lady towards my Cell. 
 
 Enter Iuliet. 
 
 Par. Happily met, my Lady and my wife. 
 
 Iul. That may be fir, when I may be a wife. 
 
 Par. That may be, muft be Loue, on Thurfday next. 
 
 Iul. What muft be (hall be. 
 
 Fri. That’s a certaine text. 
 
 far. Come you to make confelfion to this Father? 
 
 Iul. To anfwere that, I (hould confefie to you. 
 
 Par. Do not denie to him, that you Loue me. 
 
 Iul. I will confefie to you that I Loue him. 
 
 Par. So will ye, I am fure that you Loue me. 
 
 Iul. If I do fo, it will be of more price, 
 
 Benig fpoke behind your backe, then to your face. 
 
 Par. Poore foule, thy face is much abuf’d with teares. 
 
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 Iul. The teares haue got fmall vidlorie by that : 
 
 For it was bad inough before their fpight. 
 
 Pa. Thou wrong’ll it more then teares with that report. 
 
 Iul. That is no flaunder fir, which is a truth, 
 
 And what I fpake, I fpake it to thy face. 
 
 Par. Thy face is mine, and thou haft /hundred it, 
 
 Iul. It may be fo,for it is not mine owne. 
 
 Are you at leifure,Holy Father now, 
 
 Or /hall I come to you at euening Mafle ? 
 
 Fri. My leifure ferues me penfiue daughter now. 
 
 My Lord you muft intreat the time alone. 
 
 Par. God/heild : I /hould difturbe Deuotion, 
 luliet, on Thurfday early will I rowfe yee, 
 
 Till then adue,and keepe this holy ki/fe. Exit Paris. 
 
 Iul. O /hut the doore, and when thou haft done fo, 
 Come weepe with me, paft hope, paft care, paft helpe. 
 
 Fri. O luliet , I alreadie know thy griefe, 
 
 It ftreames me paft the compa/Te of my wits : 
 
 I heare thou muft and nothing may prorogue it, 
 
 On Thurfday next be married to this Countie. 
 
 Iul. Tell me not Frier that thou heareft of this, 
 
 VnleflTe thou tell meihow I may preuent it : 
 
 If in thy wifedome, thou canft giue no helpe, 
 
 Do thou but call my refolution wife, 
 
 And with’ his knife. He helpe it prefently. 
 
 God ioyn’d my heart, and Romeos , thou our hands, 
 
 And ere this hand by thee to Romeo feal’d : 
 
 Shall be the Labell to another Deede, 
 
 Or my true heart with trecherous reuolt, 
 
 Turne to another, this /hall flay them both : 
 
 Therefore out of thy long expetien’ft time, 
 
 Giue me fome prefent counfell, or behold 
 Twixt'my extreames and me, this bloody knife 
 Shall play the vmpeere, arbitrating that, 
 
 Which the commifiion of thy yeares and art, 
 
 Could to no iflfue of true honour bring : 
 
 Be not fo long to fpeak, I long to die, 
 
 If what thou fpeak’ft, fpeake not of remedy. 
 
 Fri. Hold Daughter, I doe fpie a kind of hope, 
 
 Which craues as defperate an execution, 
 
 As that is defperate which we would preuent. 
 
 If ( rather then to marrie Countie Paris 
 Thou haft the ftrength of will to ftay thy felfe, 
 
 Then is it likely thou wilt vndertake 
 A thinglike death to chide away this /hame, 
 
 That coap’ft with death himfelfe,to fcape fro it : 
 
 And if thou dar’ft, lie giue thee remedie. 
 
 Iul. Oh bid meileape, rather then marrie Paris , 
 
 From of the Battlements of any Tower, 
 
 Or walke in theeui/h waies,or bid me lurke 
 Where Serpents are : chaine me with roaring Beares 
 Or hide me nightly in a Charnell houfe, 
 
 Orecouered quite with dead mens ratling bones, 
 
 With reckie /hankesand yellow chappels fculls : 
 
 Or bid me go into a new made graue, 
 
 And hide me with a dead man in his graue , 
 
 Things that to heare them told, haue made me tremble, 
 And I will doe it without feare or doubt, 
 
 To liue an vnftained wife to my fweet Loue. 
 
 Fri. Hold then: goe home, be merrie,,giue confent, 
 
 To marrie Paris : wenfday is to morrow, 
 
 To morrow night looke that thou lie alone. 
 
 Let not thy Nurfe lie with thee in thy Chamber : 
 
 Take thou this Violl being then in bed, 
 
 And this diftilling liquor drinke thou off", 
 
 When prefently through all thy veines lhall run, 
 
 A cold and drowfie humour : for no pulfe 
 Shall keepe his natiue progre/fe, but furceafe: 
 
 No warmth, no breath /hall teftifie thou liueft, 
 
 The Rofes in thy lips and cheekes lhall fade 
 To many a/hes, the eyes windowes fall 
 Like death when he /hut vp the day of life : 
 
 Each part depriu’d of fupple gouernment, 
 
 Shall ftiffe and ftarke,and cold appeare like death, 
 
 And in this borrowed likenefle of fhrunke death 
 Thou /halt continue two and forty houres, 
 
 And then awake, as from a plea/ant fleepe. 
 
 Now when the Bridegroome in the morning comes, 
 
 To rowfe thee from thy bed, there art thou dead : 
 
 Then as the manner of our country is, 
 
 In thy beft Robes vncouer’d on the Beere, 
 
 Be borne to buriall in thy kindreds graue : 
 
 Thou /halt be borne to that fame ancient vault, 
 
 Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie, 
 
 In the meane time again/!: thou /halt awake, 
 
 Shall Romeo by my Letters know our drift, 
 
 And hither /hall he come, and that very night 
 Shall Romeo beare thee hence to Mantua. 
 
 And this /hall free thee from this prefent /hame, 
 
 If no inconftant toy nor womani/h feare, 
 
 Abate thy valour in the adling it. 
 
 Iul. Giue me, giue me, O tell not me of care. 
 
 Fri. Hold get you gone, be ftrong and profperous : 
 
 In this refolue, He fend a Frier with fpeed 
 To Mantua with my Letters to thy Lord. 
 
 Iu. Loue giue me ftrength, 
 
 And ftrength lhall helpe afford : 
 
 Farewell deare father. Exit 
 
 Enter Father Capulet , Mother , Nurfe , and 
 Seruing men , two or three. 
 
 Cap. So many guefts inuite as here are writ, 
 
 Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning Cookes. 
 
 Ser. You /hall haue none ill fir, for lie trie if they can 
 licke their fingers. 
 
 Cap. How canft thou trie them fo ? 
 
 Ser. Marrie fir, ’tis an ill Cooke that cannot licke his 
 owne fingers : therefore he that cannot licke his fingers 
 goes not with me. 
 
 Cap. Go be gone, we lhall be much vnfurni/ht for this 
 time : what is my Daughter gone to Frier Lawrence ? 
 
 Nur. I forfooth. 
 
 Cap. Well he may chance to do fome good on her, 
 
 A peeui/h felfe-wild harlotry it is. 
 
 Enter luliet. 
 
 Nur. See where /he comes from /hrift 
 With merrie looke. 
 
 Cap. How now my headftrong, 
 
 Where haue you bin gadding? 
 
 Iul. Where I haue learnt me to repent the fin 
 Of difobedient oppofition ; 
 
 To you and your behefts, and am enioyn’d 
 By holy Lawrence , to fall proftrate here, 
 
 To beg your pardon: pardon I befeech you, 
 
 Henceforward I am euer rul’d by you. 
 
 Cap. Send for the Countie, goe tell him of this, 
 
 He haue this knot knit vp to morrow morning. 
 
 Iul. I met the youthfull Lord at Lawrence Cell, 
 
 And gaue him what becomed Loue I might, 
 
 Not ftepping ore the bounds of modeftie. 
 
 Cap. Why I am glad on’t,this is well, /land vp, 
 
 C 2 * This 
 
20 "The Tr age die of <r E{omeo and Juliet. 
 
 This is as’t /hould be, let me fee the County : 
 
 I marrie go I fay, and fetch him hither. 
 
 Now afore God, this reueren’d holy Frier, 
 
 All our whole Cittie is much bound to him. 
 
 Iul. Nurfe will you goe with me into my Clofet, 
 
 To helpe me fort fuch needfull ornaments, 
 
 As you thinke fit to furni/h me to morrow ? 
 
 Mo. No not till Thurfday, there’s time inough. 
 
 Fa . Go Nurfe, go with her, 
 
 Weele to Church to morrow. 
 
 Exeunt luliet and Nurje. 
 Mo. We /hall be fliort in our prouifion, 
 
 ’Tis now neere night. 
 
 Fa. Tu/h, I will ftirre about, 
 
 And all things /hall be well, I warrant thee wife : 
 
 Go thou to luliet) helpe to deckevp her, 
 
 He not to bed to night, let me alone : 
 
 lie play the hufwife for this once. What ho ? 
 
 They are all forth, well I will walke my lelfe 
 To Countie Paris, to prepare him vp 
 Againft to morrow, my heart is wondrous light, 
 
 Since this fame way-ward Gyrle is fo reclaim’d. 
 
 Exeunt Father and Mother * 
 
 Enter luliet and Nurfe. 
 
 Iul. I thofe attires are beft, but gentle Nurfe 
 ! I pray thee leaue me to my felfe to night : 
 
 ! For I haue need of many Oryfons, 
 
 To moue the heauens to fmile vpon my ftate, 
 
 Which well thou know’ft, is crofle and full of fin. 
 
 Enter cMotber. 
 
 Mo. What are you bufie ho?need you my help ? 
 
 Iul. No Madam, we haue cul’d fuch neceflaries 
 As are behoouefull for our ftate to morrow : 
 
 So pleafe you, let me now be left alone; t 
 And let the Nurfe this night fit vp with you, 
 
 For 1 am fure, you haue your hands full all, 
 
 In this fo fudden bufinelfe. 
 
 Mo. Goodnight. 
 
 Get thee to bed and reft, for thou haft need. Exeunt. 
 
 I Iul. Farewell : 
 
 God knowes when we /hall meete againe. 
 
 | I haue a faint cold feare thrills through my veines, 
 j That almoft freezes vp the heate of fire : 
 
 : lie call them backe againe to comfort me. 
 
 Nurfe, what /hould /he do here £ 
 
 I My difmall Sceane, I needs muft aft alone : 
 
 I Come Viall,what if this mixture do not worke at all ? 
 
 I Shall I be married then to morrow morning ? 
 
 I No, no, this /hall forbid it. Lie thou there, 
 
 1 What if it be a poyfon which the Frier 
 j Subtilly hath miniftred to haue me dead, 
 
 Leaft in this marriage he /hould be di/honour’d, 
 
 ! Becaufe he married me before to Romeo ? 
 
 | I feare it is, and yet me thinkes it /hould not, 
 
 For he hath ftill beene tried a holy man. 
 
 ! How, if when l am laid into the Tombe, 
 j 1 wake before the time that Romeo 
 Come to redeeme me? There’s a fearefull point : 
 
 Shall I not then be ftifled in the Vault ? 
 
 To whofe foule mouth no healthfome ayre breaths in, 
 
 And there die ftrangled ere my Romeo comes. 
 
 Or if I liue,is it not very like, 
 
 The horrible conceit of death and night, 
 
 Together with the terrdr of the place, 
 
 As in a Vaulte,an ancient receptacle, 
 
 Where for thefe many hundred yeeres the bones 
 Of all my buried Aunceftors are packt, 
 
 Where bloody Tybalt, yet but greene in earth, 
 
 Lies feftring in his /hrow’d, where as they fay, 
 
 At fome houres in the night, Spirits refort : 
 
 Alacke,alacke,is it not like that 1 
 
 So early waking, what with loathfome fmels, 
 
 And /hrikes like Mandrakes tome out of the earth, 
 
 That liuing mortalls hearing them, run mad. 
 
 O if I walke, /hall I not be diftraught, 
 
 Inuironed with all thefe hidious feares, 
 
 And madly play with my forefathers ioynts? 
 
 And plucke the mangled Tybalt from his /hrow’d ? 
 
 And in this rage, with fome great kinfmans bone, 
 
 As (with a club)da/h out my defperate braines. 
 
 O looke,me thinks I fee my Cozins Ghcfft, 
 
 Seeking out Romeo that did fpit his body 
 Vpon my Rapiers point : ftay Tybalt, fay, 
 
 Romeo, Romeo, here's drinke : I drinke to thee. 
 
 Enter Lady of the boufe,and Nurfe. 
 
 Lady. Hold, 
 
 Take thefe keies.and fetch more fpices Nurfe. 
 
 Nur. They call for Dates and Quinces in the Paftrie. 
 
 Enter old Capulet. 
 
 Cap. Come, ftir,ftir,ftir, 
 
 The l'econd Cocke hath Crow’d, 
 
 The Curphew Bell hath rung, ’tis three a clocke : 
 
 Looke to the bakte meates,good tAngehca, 
 
 Spare not for coft. 
 
 Nur. Go you Cot-queane, go, 
 
 Get you to bed, faith youle be ficke to morrow 
 For this nights watching. 
 
 Cap. No not a whit:what ? I haue watcht ere now 
 All night forlefle caufe, and nere beene ficke. 
 
 La. I you haue bin a Moule-hunt in your time, 
 
 But I will watch you from fuch watching now. 
 
 Exit Lady and Nurfe. 
 Cap. A iealous hood, a iealous hood, 
 
 Now fellow, what there? 
 
 Enter three or foure with fpits,and logs, and baskets. 
 
 Fel. Things for the Cooke fir, but I know not what. 
 Cap. Make haft, make haft, firrah, fetch drier Logs. 
 Call Peter, he will /hew thee where they are. 
 
 Fel. I haue a head fir, that will find out logs, 
 
 And neuer trouble Peter for the matter. 
 
 Cap. Ma/Te and well faid,a merrie horfon,ha, 
 
 Thou /halt be loggerhead; good Father, ’tis day. 
 
 Play eMuJichy 
 
 The Countie will be here with Muficke ftraight, 
 
 For fo he faid he would, I heare him neere, 
 
 Nurfe, wife, what ho?what Nurfe I fay? 
 
 Enter Nurfe. 
 
 Go waken luliet, go and trim her vp, 
 
 He go and chat with Paris', hie, make haft, 
 
 Make haft, the Bridegroome,he is come already : 
 
 Make haft I fay. 
 
 Nur. Miftris, what Miftris? luliet? Fall I warrant her /he. 
 Why Lambe,why Lady,;fie you fluggabed, 
 
 Why Loue I fay/Madam,fweet heart: why Bride? 
 
 What not a word? You take your peniworths now. 
 
 Sleepe for a weeke,for the next night I warrant 
 TheCountie Paris hath fet vp his reft, 
 
 That you /hall reft but little, God forgiue me : 
 
 Marrie and Amen : how found is /he a fleepe ? 
 
 I 
 
^The ¥ rage die of ^Romeo and Juliet. 
 
 21 
 
 I muft needs wake her : Madam, Madam, Madam, 
 
 I, let the Countie take you in your bed, 
 
 Heele fright you vp yfaith. Will it not be ? 
 
 What dreft,and in your clothes, and downe againe ? 
 
 I muft needs wake you : Lady, Lady, Lady ? 
 
 Alas, alas, helpe, helpe,my Ladyes dead, 
 
 Oh weladay, that euer I was borne, 
 
 Some Aqua-vitae ho, my Lord, my Lady? 
 
 Mo. What noife is heere ? Enter Mother. 
 
 Nur. O lamentable day. 
 
 cMo. What is the matter ? 
 
 Nur. Looke, looke, oh heauie day. 
 
 Mo. O me, O me, my Child, my onely life : 
 
 Reuiue, looke vp, or I will die with thee: 
 
 Helpe, helpe, call helpe. 
 
 Enter Father. 
 
 Fa. For ftiame bring Juliet forth, her Lord is come. 
 
 Nur. Shee’s dead:deceaft,ftiee’s dead:alacke the day. 
 
 Af.Alacke the day,fhee’s dead,ftiee’s dead,fhee’s dead. 
 
 Fa. Ha ? Let me fee her.out alas ftiee’s cold, 
 
 Her blood is fetled and her ioynts are ftiffe : 
 
 Life and thefe lips haue long bene fep erated : 
 
 Death lies on her like an vntimely froft 
 Vpon the fweteft flower of all the field. 
 
 Nur. O Lamentable day ! 
 
 Mo. O wofull time. 
 
 Fa. Death that hath tane her hence to make me waile, 
 Ties vp my tongue, and will not let me fpeake. 
 
 Enter Frier and the Countie. 
 
 Fri. Come, is the Bride ready to go to Church ? 
 
 Fa. Ready to go, but neuer to returne. 
 
 O Sonne, the night before thy wedding day, 
 
 Hath death laine with thy wife : there Ihe lies, 
 
 Flower as Ihe was, deflowred by him. 
 
 Death is my Sonne in law, death is my Heire, 
 
 My Daughter he hath wedded. I will die, 
 
 And leaue him all life liuing,all is deaths. 
 
 Pa. Haue I thought long to fee this mornings face, 
 And doth it giue me fuch a fight as this ? 
 
 Mo. Accur’ft, vnhappie, wretched hatefull day, 
 
 Moft miferable houre, that ere time faw 
 In lafting labour of his Pilgrimage. 
 
 But one, poore one, one poore and louing Child, 
 
 But one thing to reioyce and folace in, 
 
 And cruell death hath catcht it from my fight. 
 
 Nur. O wo,0 wofull, wofull, wofull day, 
 
 Aloft lamentable day, moft wofull day, 
 
 That euer, euer, I did yet behold. 
 
 O day,0 day,0 day,0 hatefull day, 
 
 Neuer was l'eene fo blacke a day as this : 
 
 O wofull day, O wofull day'. 
 
 Pa. Beguild, diuorced, wronged, fpighted, flaine, 
 
 Moft deteftable death, by thee beguil’d, 
 
 By cruell, cruell thee, quite ouerthrowne : 
 
 O loue, O lifejnot life, but loue in death. 
 
 Fat. Defpis’d, diftrelfed, hated, martir’d, kil’d, 
 Vncomfortable time, why cam’ft thou now 
 To murther, murther our folemnitie ? 
 
 O Child, O Childjmy foule, and not my Child, 
 
 Dead art thou,alacke my Child is dead, 
 
 And with my Child, my ioyes are buried. 
 
 Fri. Peace ho for fhame,confufions : Care c liues not 
 In thefe confufions,heauen and your felfe 
 Had part in this faire Alaid,now heauen hath all, 
 
 And all the better is it for the Maid : 
 
 Your part in her, you could not keepe from death, 
 
 But heauen keepes his part ineternall life : 
 
 The moft you fought was her promotion, 
 
 For’twas your heauen, fhe fhouldft be aduan’ft, 
 
 And weepe ye now, feeing fhe is aduan’ft 
 Aboue the Cloudes, as high as Heauen it felfe? 
 
 0 in this loue, you loue your Child fo ill, 
 
 That you run mad, feeing that fhe is well ; 
 
 Shee’s not well married, that liues married long, 
 
 But fhee’s beft married, that dies married yong. 
 
 Drie vp your teares, and fticke your Rofemarie 
 On this fairs Coarfe,and as the cuftome is, 
 
 And in her beft array beare her to Church : 
 
 For though fome Nature bids all vs lament, 
 
 Yet Natures teares are Reafons merriment. 
 
 Fa. All things that we ordained Feftiuall, 
 
 Turne from their office to blacke Funerall: 
 
 Our inftruments to melancholy Bells, 
 
 Our wedding cheare, to a fad buriall Feaft : 
 
 Our folemne Hymnes,to fullen Dyrges change : 
 
 Our Bri dall flowers ferue for a buried Coarfe : 
 
 And all things change them to the contrarie. 
 
 Fri. Sir go you in $ and Madam, go with him, 
 
 And go fir Paris, euery one prepare 
 To follow this faire Coarfe vnto her graue : 
 
 The heauens do lowre vpon you, for fome ill : 
 
 Moue them no more, by croffing their high will. Exeunt 
 Mu. Faith w'e may put vp our Pipes and be gone. 
 
 Nur , Honeft goodfellowes :|Ah put vp,put vp, 
 
 For well you know, this is a pitifull cafe. 
 
 Mu. I by my troth, the cafe may be amended. 
 
 Enter Peter. 
 
 Pet. Mufitions, oh Mufitions, 
 
 Hearts eafe, hearts eafe, 
 
 0,and you will haue me liue, play hearts eafe. 
 
 Mu. Why hearts eafe $ 
 
 Pet. O Mufitions, 
 
 Becaufe my heart it felfe plaies, my heart is full. 
 
 Mu. Not a dump we, ’tis no time to play now. 
 
 Pet. You will not then ? 
 
 Mu. No. 
 
 Pet. I will then giue it you foundly. 
 
 Mu. What will you giue vs ? 
 
 Pet. No money on my faith, but the gleeke. 
 
 1 will giue you the Minftrell. 
 
 Mu. Then will I giue you the Seruing creature. 
 
 Peter. Then will I lay the feruing Creatures Dagger 
 on your pate. 1 will carie no Crochets, lie Re you, lie Fa 
 you, do you note me? 
 
 Mu. And you Re vs, and Fa vs, you Note vs. 
 
 2.M. Pray you put vp your Dagger, 
 
 And put out your wit. 
 
 Then haue at you with my wit. 
 
 Peter. I will drie-beate you with an yron wit, 
 
 And put vp my yron Dagger. 
 
 Anfwere me like men : 
 
 When griping griefes the heart doth wound, then Mu- j 
 fickewith her filuer found. 
 
 Why filuer found ? why Muficke with her filuer found? ! 
 what fay you Simon Catling f 
 
 Mu. Mary fir, becaufe filuer hath a fweet found. 
 
 Pet. Prateft, what fay you Hugh Rebicfc ? 
 z.M.l fay filuer found, becaufe Mufitions found for fil- j 
 Pet. Prateft to, what fay you lames Sound- Pojll (uer I 
 
 3 .C Mu. Faith 1 know not what to fay. 
 
 Pet. O I cry you mercy, you are the Singer. 
 
 I will fay for you ; it is Muficke with her filuer found, 
 
 Be- j 
 
22 The Tr age die of T{omeo and luliet . 
 
 Becaufe Mufitions haue no gold for founding: 
 
 Then Muficke with her filuer found with fpeedy helpe 1 
 doth lend redreffe. * Exit. 
 
 Mu. What a petyilent knaue is this famef 
 M. 2 . Hang him Iacke, come weele in here, tarrie for 
 the Mourners, and ftay dinner. Exit. 
 
 Enter Romeo. 
 
 Rom. If I may truft the flattering truth of fleepe, 
 
 My dreames prefage fome ioyfull newes at hand : 
 
 My bofomes L.fits lightly in his throne: 
 
 And all thisan day an vccuftom’d fpirit, 
 
 Lifts me aboue the ground with cheerefull thoughts. 
 
 I dreamt my Lady came and found me dead, 
 
 (Strange dreame that giues a dead man leaue to thinke,) 
 And breath’d fuch life with kiffes in my lips, 
 
 That I reuiu’d and was an Emperour. 
 
 Ah me, how fweet is loue it felfe pofleft, 
 
 When but loues fhadowes are fo rich in ioy. 
 
 Enter Romeo's man. 
 
 Newes from Verona>how now e Baltha%er ? 
 
 Doft thou not bring me Letters from the Frier i 
 How doth my Lady? Is my Father well? 
 
 How doth my Lady luliet ? that I aske againe, 
 
 For nothing can be ill, if fhe be well. 
 
 Man. Then fhe is well, and nothing can be ill. 
 
 Her body fleepes in Capels Monument, 
 
 And her immortall part with Angels liue, 
 
 I faw her laid low in her kindreds Vault, 
 
 And prefently tooke Pofte to tell it you : 
 
 0 pardon me for bringing thefe ill newes, 
 
 Since you did leaue it for my office Sir. 
 
 Rom. Is it euen fo ? 
 
 Then I denie you Starres. 
 
 Thou knoweft my lodging, get me inke and paper, 
 
 And hire Poft-Horfes, I will hence to night. 
 
 Man. I do befeech you fir, haue patience : 
 
 Your lookes are pale and wild, and do import 
 Some mifaduenture. 
 
 Rom. Tufh,thou art deceiu’d, 
 
 Leaue me,and do the thing 1 bid thee do. 
 
 Haft thou no Letters to me from the Frier ? 
 
 Man. No my good Lord. 
 
 Exit Man. 
 
 Rom. Mo matter: Get thee gone, 
 
 And hyre thofe Horfes, lie be with thee ftraight. 
 
 Well luliet , I will lie with thee to night : 
 
 Lets fee for meanes : O mifchiefe thou art fwift, 
 
 To enter in the thoughts of defperate men : 
 
 1 do remember an Appothecarie, 
 
 And here abouts dwells, which late I noted 
 In tattred weeds, with ouerwhelming browes, 
 
 Culling of Simples, meager were his lookes, 
 
 Sharpe miferie had worne him to thebones : 
 
 And in his needie {hop a Tortoyrs hung, 
 
 An Allegater ftuft,and other skins 
 Of ill fhap’d fifties, and about his fhelues, 
 
 A beggerly account of emptie boxes, 
 
 Greene earthen pots, Bladders, and muftie feedes,' 
 
 Remnants of packthred,and old cakes ofRofes 
 Were thinly fcattered,to make vp a ftiew. 
 
 Noting this penury, to my felfe I faid, 
 
 An if a man did need a poyfon now, 
 
 Whofe fale is perfent death in Mantua , 
 
 Here liues a Caitiffe wretch would fell it him. 
 
 O this fame thought did but fore-run my need. 
 
 And this fame needie man muft fell it me. 
 
 As I remember, this fhould be the houfe, 
 
 Being holy day, the beggers fhop is fhut. 
 
 What ho? Appothecarie ? 
 
 Enter Appothecarie. 
 
 App. Who call’s fo low’d ? 
 
 Rom. Come hither man, I fee that thou art poore, 
 j Hold, there is fortie Duckets, let me haue 
 A dram of poyfon, fuch foone fpeeding geare, 
 
 As will difperfe it felfe through all the veines, 
 
 That the life-wearie-taker may fall dead, 
 
 And that the Trunke may be difcharg’d of breath, 
 
 As violently, as haftie powder fier’d 
 I Doth hurry from the fatall Canon3 wombe. 
 
 App. Such mortall drugs I haue, but Mantuas law 
 Is death to any he, that vtters them. 
 
 Rom. Art thou fo bare and full of wretchednefTe, 
 
 And fear’ft to die? Famine is in thy cheekes, 
 
 Need and opreffion ftarueth in thy eyes, 
 
 Contempt and beggery hangs vpon thy backe i 
 The world is not thy friend, nor the worlds law: 
 
 The world affords no law to make thee rich . 
 
 Then be not poore, but breake it, and take this. 
 
 App. My pouerty, but not my will confents. 
 
 Rom. I pray thy pouerty, and not thy will. 
 
 App. Put this in any liquid thing you will 
 And drinke it off, and if you had the ftrength 
 Of twenty men, it would difpatch you ftraight. 
 
 Rom. There’s thy Gold, 
 
 Worfe poyfon to mens foules, 
 
 Doing more murther in this loathfome world, 
 
 Then thefe poore compounds that thou maieft not fell. i 
 I fell thee poyfon, thou haft fold me none, 
 
 Farewell, buy food, and get thy felfe in flefh. 
 
 Come Cordiall,and not poyfon, go with me 
 To Iuliets graue, for there muft I vfe thee. 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 Enter Frier Iohn to Frier Lawrence. 
 
 Iohn. Holy Francifcan Frier, Brother, ho ? 
 
 Enter Frier Lawrence. 
 
 Law. This fame fhould be the voice of Frier Iohn. 
 Welcome from cMantua , what fayes Romeo ? 
 
 Or if his mind be writ,giue me his Letter. 
 
 Iohn. Going to find a bare-foote Brother out, 
 
 One of our order to affociate me, 
 
 Here in this Citie vifiting the fick, 
 
 And finding him, the Searchers of the Towne 
 Sufpetting that we both were in a houfe 
 Where the infectious peflilence did raigne, 
 
 Seal’d vp the doores,and would not let vs forth, 
 
 So that my fpeed to Mantua there was ftaid. 
 
 Law. Who bare my Letter then to Romeo ? 
 
 Iohn. I could not fend it, here it is againe, 
 
 Nor get a meffenger to bring it thee, 
 
 So fearefull were they of infeCtion. 
 
 Law. Vnhappie Fortune: by my Brotherhood 
 The Letter was not nice, but full of charge, 
 
 Of deare import, and the negledling it 
 May do much danger : Frier Iohn go hence, 
 
 Get me an Iron Crow, and bring it ftraight 
 Vnto my Cell. 
 
 Iohn. Brother lie go and bring it thee. Exit, j 
 
 Law. Now muft I to the Monument alone, 
 
 Within this three houres will faire luliet wake, 
 
 Shee will befhrew me much that Romeo 
 Hath had no notice of thefe accidents : 
 
 But I will write againe to Mantua , 
 
 And 
 
The T rage die of T(omeo and Juliet . 2 3 
 
 And keepe her at my Cell till 'Borneo come, 
 
 Poore liuing Coarfe, clos’d in a dead mans Tombe, 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Enter Paris and his Page. 
 
 Par. Giue me thy Torch Boy, hence and ftand aloft, 
 Yet put it out, for I would not be feene : 
 
 Vnder yond young Trees lay thee all along, 
 
 Holding thy eare clofe to the hollow ground, 
 
 So fliall no foot vpon the Churchyard tread, 
 
 Being loofe, vnfirme with digging vp of Graues, 
 
 But thou fhalt heare it ; whiftle then to me, 
 
 As fignall that thou heareft fome thing approach, 
 
 Giue me thofe flowers. Do as I bid thee, go. 
 
 Page. I am almoft afraid to ftand alone 
 Here in the Churchyard, yet I will aduenture. 
 
 Pa. Sweet Flower with flowers thy Bridall bed I ftrew: 
 O woe, thy Canopie is dull and ftones, 
 
 Which with Tweet water nightly I will dewe. 
 
 Or wanting that, with teares deftil’d by mones; 
 
 The obfequies that I for thee will keepe, 
 
 Nightly fliall be, to ftrew thy graue, and weepe. 
 
 Whiftle Boy. 
 
 The Boy giues warning, fomething doth approach, 
 
 What curfed foot wanders this wayes to night, 
 
 To crofie my obfequies, and true loues right ? 
 
 What with a Torch ? Muffle me night a while. 
 
 Enter Romeo , and Peter. 
 
 Rom. Giue me that Mattocke, & the wrenching Iron, 
 Hold take this Letter, early in the morning 
 See thou deliuer it to my Lord and Father, 
 
 Giue me the light ; vpon thy life I charge thee, 
 
 What ere thou hear’ft or feeft, ftand all aloofe, 
 
 And do not interrupt me in my courfe. 
 
 Why I defcend into this bed of death, 
 
 Is partly to behold my Ladies face : 
 
 But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger, 
 
 A precious Ring : a Ring that I muft vfe, 
 
 In deare employment, therefore hence be gone: 
 
 But if thou iealous doft returne to prie 
 In what I further fliall intend to do, 
 
 By heauen I will teare thee ioynt by ioynt, 
 
 And ftrew this hungry Churchyard with thy limbs: 
 
 The time, and my intents are fauage wilde: 
 
 More fierce and more inexorable farre, 
 
 Then emptie Tygers,or the roaring Sea. 
 
 Pet. I will be gone fir, and not troubl e you 
 
 Ro. So flialt thou fliew me friendfliip : take thou that, 
 Liue and be profperous,and farewell good fellow. 
 
 Pet. For all this fame, lie hide me here about, 
 
 His lookes I feare,and his intents 1 doubt. 
 
 Rom. Thou deteftable mawe, thou wombe of death, 
 Gorg’d with the deareft morfell of the earth : 
 
 Thus I enforce thy rotten lawes to open, 
 
 And in defpight, lie cram thee with more food. 
 
 Par. This is that baniflit haughtie Mountague , 
 
 That murdred my Loues Cozin ; with which griefe, 
 
 It is fuppofed the faire Creature died, 
 
 And here is come to do fome villanous fliame 
 To the dead bodies : I will apprehend him. 
 
 Stop thy vnhallowed toyle,vile Mountague : 
 
 Can vengeance be purfued further then death ? 
 Condemned vallaine, I do apprehend thee. 
 
 Obey and go with me, for thou muft die, 
 
 Rom . I muft indeed, and therfore came I hither: 
 
 Good gentle youth, tempt not a defperate man, 
 
 Flie hence and leaue me, thinke vpon thofe gone, 
 
 Let them affright thee. I beleech thee Youth, 
 
 Put not an other fin vpon my head, 
 
 By vrging me to furie. O be gone, 
 
 By heauen I loue thee better then my felfe, 
 
 For I come hither arm’d againft my felfe : 
 
 Stay not, be gone, liue, and hereafter fay, 
 
 A mad mans mercy bid thee run away. 
 
 Par. I do defie thy commifl'eration, 
 
 And apprehend thee for a Fellon here. 
 
 Ro. Wilt thou prouoke me i Then haue at thee Boy. 
 Pet. O Lord they fight, 1 will go call the Watch. 
 
 Pa. O I am flaine,if thon be mercifull, 
 
 Open the Tombe, lay me with Iuliet . 
 
 Rom. In faith I will, let me perufe this face: 
 
 Mercutius kinfm an, Noble Co untie Paris , 
 
 What faid my man, when my betofled foule 
 Did not attend him as we rode ? I thinke 
 He told me Paris fliould haue married Iuliet. 
 
 Said he not fo ? Or did I dreame it fo ? 
 
 Or am I mad, hearing him talke of Iuliet , 
 
 To thinke it was fo ? O giue me thy hand, 
 
 One, writ with me in fowre misfortunes booke. 
 lie burie thee in a triumphant graue. 
 
 A Graue ; O no, a Lanthorne $ flaughtred Youth : 
 
 For here lies Iuliet, and her beautie makes 
 This Vault a feafting prefence full of light. 
 
 Death lie thou there, by a dead man inter’d. 
 
 How oft when men are at the point of death, 
 
 Haue they beene merrie? Which their Keepers call 
 A lightning before death ? Oh how may 1 
 Call this a lightning? O my Loue, my Wife, 
 
 Death that hath fuckt the honey of thy breath, 
 
 Hath had no power yet vpon thy Beautie : 
 
 Thou are not conquer’d : Beauties enfigne yet 
 Is Crymfon in thy lips, and in thy cheekes, 
 
 And Deaths pale flagis not aduanced there. 
 
 Tybalt ,ly’ft thou there in thy bloudy flieet ? 
 
 O what more fauour can 1 do to thee, 
 
 Then with that hand that cut thy youth in twaine, 
 
 To funder his that was thy enemie ? 
 
 Forgiue me Cozen. Ah deare Iuliet : 
 
 Why art thou yet fo faire ? I will beleeue, 
 
 Shall I beleeue, that vnfubftantiall death is amorous ? 
 
 And that the leane abhorred Monfter keepes 
 Thee here in darke to be his Paramour ? 
 
 For feare of that, I ftill will ftay with thee, 
 
 And neuer from this Pallace of dym night 
 Depart againe:come lie thou in my armes, 
 
 Heere’s to thy health, whereere thou tumbleftin. 
 
 O true Appothecarie ! 
 
 Thy drugs are quicke. Thus with a kifie I die. 
 
 Depart againe; here, here will I remaine, 
 
 With Wormes that are thy Chambermaides : O here 
 Will I fet vp my euerlafting reft : 
 
 And fliake the yoke of inaufpicious ftarres 
 From this world-wearied flefti : Eyes looke your laft : 
 Armes take your laft embrace : And lips, O you 
 The doores of breath, feale with a righteous kifie 
 A datelefie bargaine to ingrofling death : 
 
 Come bitter conduct, come vnfauoury guide, 
 
 Thou defperate Pilot, now at once run on 
 Thedalhing Rocks, thy Sea-ficke wearie Barke : 
 
 Heere’s to my Loue. O true Appothecary : 
 
 Thy 
 
24 *The TSr age die of c B^meo and Iuliet. 
 
 Thy drugs are quicke. Thus with a kifie I die. 
 
 Enter Frier rvith Lanthorne , Crow , and Spade . 
 
 Fri. St. Francis be my fpeed,how oft to night 
 Haue my old feet {tumbled at graues? Who’s there? 
 
 Man. Here’s one, a Friend, & one that knowes you well. 
 Fri. Blifie be vpon you. Tell me good my Friend 
 What Torch is yond that vainely lends his light 
 To grubs, and eyelefle Sculles ? As I difcerne, 
 
 It burneth in the Capels Monument. 
 
 Man. It doth fo holy fir, 
 
 And there’s my Mafter,one that you loue. 
 
 Fri. Who is it? 
 
 Man. Rpmeo. 
 
 Fri. How long hath he bin there ? 
 c Man. Full halfe an houre. 
 
 Fri. Go with me to the Vault. 
 
 Man. I dare not Sir. 
 
 My Mafter knowes not but I am gone hence, 
 
 And fearefully did menace me with death, 
 
 If I did ftay to looke on his entents. 
 
 Fri. Stay, then He go alone, feares comes vpon me. 
 
 0 much I fearefomeill vnluckie thing. 
 
 Man. As I did fleepe vnder this young tree here, 
 
 1 dreamt my maifter and another fought, 
 
 And that my Maifter Hew him. 
 
 Fri. Romeo. 
 
 Alacke,alacke, what blood is this which ftaines 
 The ftony entrance of this Sepulcher ? 
 
 What meane thefe Mafterlefle, and goarie Swords 
 To lie difcolour’d by this place of peace? 
 
 Romeo , oh pale : who elfe?what Paris too? 
 
 And fteept in blood i Ah what an vnknd houre 
 Is guiltie of this lamentable chance ? 
 
 The Lady ftirs. 
 
 lul. O comfortable Frier, where’s my Lord? 
 
 I do remember well where I fhould be : 
 
 And there I am, where is my Romeo ? 
 
 Fri. I heare fome noyfe Lady, come from that neft 
 Of death, contagion, and vnnaturall fleepe, 
 
 A greater power then we can contradidl 
 Hath thwarted our entents, ?ome,come away, 
 
 Thy husband in thy bofome there lies dead : 
 
 And Paris too: come lie difpofe of thee, 
 
 Among a Sifterhood of holy Nunnes : 
 
 Stay not to queftion,for the watch is comming. 
 
 Come, go good Iuliet, I dare no longer ftay. Exit. 
 
 lul. Go get thee hence, for I will notuaway, 
 
 What’s here ? A cup clos’d in my true lo : es hand? 
 
 Poyfon I fee hath bin his timelefle end 
 O churle,drinke all? and left no friendly drop, 
 
 To helpe me after, I will kifie thy lips, 
 
 Happlie fome poyfon yet doth hang on them, 
 
 To make me die wth a reftoratiue. 
 
 Thy lips are warme. 
 
 Enter Boy and Watch . 
 
 /II atch . Lead Boy, which way f 
 lul. Yea noife? 
 
 Then ile be briefe. O happy Dagger. 
 
 ’Tis in thy {heath, there ruft and let me die Kils herjelfe. 
 
 Hoy. This is the place, 
 
 There where the Torch doth burne 
 Watch. The ground is bloody, 
 
 Search about the Churchyard. 
 
 Go fome of you, who ere you find attach. 
 
 Pittifull fight, here lies the Countie flaine, 
 
 And Iuliett bleeding, warme and newly dead 
 
 Who here hath laine thefe two dayes buried. 
 
 Go tell the Prince, runne to the Capulets , 
 
 Raife vp the Mountagues ,(ume others fearch, 
 
 We fee the ground whereon thefe woes do lye, 
 
 But the true ground of all thefe piteous woes, 
 
 We cannot without circum fiance defcry. 
 
 Enter Romeo'sman. 
 
 Watch. Here’s Romeo' r man, 
 
 We found him in the Churchyard. 
 
 Con. Hold him in fafety, till the Prince come hither. 
 Enter Frier, and another Watchman. 
 
 3.11^3?. Here is a Frier that trembles, fighes, and weepes 
 We tooke this Mattocke and this Spade from him, 
 
 As he was comming from this Church-yard fide. 
 
 Con. A great fufpition,ftay the Frier too. 
 
 Enter the Prince. 
 
 Prin. What mifaduenture is fo earely vp, 
 
 That calls our perfon from our mornings reft? 
 
 Enter Capulet and his Wife. 
 
 Cap. What Ihould it be that they fo Ihrike abroad ? 
 Wife. O the people in the ftreete crie Romeo. 
 
 Some Iuliet, apd fome Paris, and all runne 
 With open outcry toward out Monument. 
 
 Pri. What feare is this which ftartles in your eares? 
 Wat. Soueraigne, here lies the Countie Paris flaine, 
 
 And Romeo dead, and Iuliet dead before, 
 
 Warme and new kil’d. 
 
 Prin. Search, 
 
 Seeke,and know how, this foule murder comes. 
 
 Wat. Here is a Frier, and Slaughter’d Romeos man, 
 With Inftruments vpon them fit to open 
 Thefe dead mensTombes. 
 
 Cap. O heauen ! 
 
 O wife looke how our Daughter bleedes ! 
 
 This Dagger hath miftaine, for loe his houfe 
 Is empty on the backe of Mountague, 
 
 And is milheathed in my Daughters bofome. 
 
 Wife. O me, this fight of death, is as a Bell 
 That warnes my old age to a Sepulcher. 
 
 Enter Mountague. 
 
 Pri. Come Mountague for thou art early vp 
 To fee thy Sonne and Heire,now early downe. 
 
 Moun. Alas my liege, my wife is dead to night, 
 
 Griefe of my Sonnes exile hath ftopt her breath: 
 
 What further woe confpires againft my age? 
 
 Prin. Looke: and thou {halt fee. 
 
 Moun. O thou vntaught, what manners in is this, 
 
 To prefie before thy Father to a graue? 
 
 Prin. Seale vp the mouth of outra ge for a while, 
 
 Till we can cleare thefe ambiguities, 
 
 And know their fpring, their head, their true defcent, 
 
 And then will I be generall of your woes, 
 
 And lead you euen to death?meane time forbeare, 
 
 And let mifchance be flaue to patience, 
 
 Bring forth the parties of fufpition. 
 
 Fri. I am the greateft,able to doe leaft, 
 
 Yet moft fufpe&ed as the time and place 
 Doth make againft me of this direfull murther : 
 
 And heere I ftand both to impeach and purge 
 My felfe condemned, and my felfe excus’d. 
 
 Prin. Then fay at once, what g thou doft know in this? 
 Fri. I will be briefe,for my {hort date of breath 
 Is not fo long as is a tedious tale. 
 
 Romeo there dead, was husband to that Iuliet, 
 
 And {he there dead, that’s Romeos faithfull wife: 
 
The Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet. 
 
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 I married them; and their ftolne marriage day 
 Was Tybalts Doomefday : whofe vntimely death 
 Banifh’d the new-made Bridegroome from this Citie: 
 
 For whom ( and not for Tybalt) Iuliet pinde. 
 
 You, to remoue that liege of Greefe from her, 
 
 Betroth’d, and would haue married her perforce 
 To Countie Parts. Then comes Ihe to me, 
 
 And (with wilde lookes) bid me deuife fome meanes 
 To rid her from this fecond Marriage, 
 
 Or in my Cell there would Ihe kill her felfe. 
 
 Then gaue I her (fo Tutor’d by my Art) 
 
 A lleeping Potion, which fo tooke effedfc 
 
 As I intended, for it wrought on her 
 
 The forme of death. Meane time, I writ to %pmeo y 
 
 That he fhould hither come, as this dyre night, 
 
 To helpe to take her from her borrowed graue, 
 
 Being the time the Potions force Ihould ceafe. 
 
 But he which bore my Letter, Frier John , 
 
 Was flay’d by accident ; and yefternight 
 Return’d my Letter backe. Then all alone, 
 
 At the prefixed houre of her waking, 
 
 Came I to take her from her Kindreds vault, 
 
 Meaning to keepe her clofely at my Cell, 
 
 Till I conueniently could fend to Romeo. 
 
 But when I came (fome Minute ere the time 
 Of her awaking) heere vntimely lay 
 The Noble Paris , and true Romeo dead. 
 
 Shee wakes, and I intreated her come foorth, 
 
 And beare this worke of Heauen, with patience : 
 
 But then, a noyfe did fcarre me from the Tombe, 
 
 And Ihe (too defperate) would not go with me, 
 
 But (as it feemes) did violence on her felfe. 
 
 All this I know, and to the Marriage her Nurfe is priuy : 
 And if ought in this mifcarried by my fault, 
 
 Let my old life be facrific’d,fome houre before the time, 
 Vnto the rigour of feuereft Law. 
 
 Pritt. We ftill haue knowne thee for a Holy man. 
 Where’s T^omeo's man ? What can he fay to this ? 
 
 ‘ Boy . I brought my Mafter newes of Iuliets death, 
 
 And then in pofte he came from Mantua 
 To this fame place, to this fame Monument. 
 
 This Letter he early bid me giue his Father, 
 
 And threatned me with death, going in the Vault, 
 
 If I departed not, and left him there. 
 
 Prin. Giue me the Letter, I will look on it. 
 
 Where is the Counties Page that rais’d the Watch ? 
 
 Sirra, what made your Mafter in this place ? 
 
 Page. He came with flowres to ftrew his Ladies graue, 
 And bid me ftand aloofe, and fo I did : 
 
 Anon comes one with light to ope the Tombe, 
 
 And by and by my Maifter drew on him, 
 
 And then I ran away to call the Watch. 
 
 Prin. This Letter doth make good the Friers words, i 
 Their courfe of Loue, the tydings of her death : 
 
 And heere he writes, that he did buy a poyfon 
 Of a poore Pothecarie, and therewithall 
 Came to this Vault to dye, and lye with Iuliet. 
 
 Where be thefe Enemies ? Capulet , Mount ague y 
 See what a fcourge is laide vpon your hate, 
 
 That Heauen finds meanes to kill your ioyes with Loue ; 
 And I, for winking at your difcords too, 
 
 Haue loft a brace of Kinfmen : All are punifh’d. 
 
 Cap. O Brother Mountague , giue me thy hand, 
 
 This is my Daughters ioynture, for no more 
 Can I demand. 
 
 Moun. But I can giue thee more : 
 
 For I will raife her Statue in pure Gold, 
 
 That whiles Uerona by that name is knowne , 
 
 There fhall no figure at that Rate be fet, 
 
 As that of True and Faithfull Iuliet. 
 
 Cap. As rich fhall Romeo by his Lady ly, 
 
 Poore facrifices of our enmity. 
 
 Prin. A glooming peace this morning with it brings, 
 The Sunne for forrow will not fhew his head ; 
 
 Go hence, to haue more talke of thefe fad things, 
 
 Some fhall be pardon’d, and fome punifhed. 
 
 For neuer was a Storie of more Wo, 
 
 Then this of Iuliet , and her Romeo. Exeunt omnes 
 
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