|SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.
SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.
Enter ROMEO and JULIET above, at the windowJULIET
Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:ROMEO
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
It was the lark, the herald of the morn,JULIET
No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I:ROMEO
It is some meteor that the sun exhales,
To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua:
Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone.
Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;JULIET
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,
'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;
Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:
I have more care to stay than will to go:
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
How is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day.
It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away!ROMEO
It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
Some say the lark makes sweet division;
This doth not so, for she divideth us:
Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes,
O, now I would they had changed voices too!
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day,
O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.
More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!Nurse
Enter Nurse, to the chamber
Your lady mother is coming to your chamber:JULIET
The day is broke; be wary, look about.
Then, window, let day in, and let life out.ROMEO
Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.JULIET
He goeth down
Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend!ROMEO
I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
For in a minute there are many days:
O, by this count I shall be much in years
Ere I again behold my Romeo!
I will omit no opportunity
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
O think'st thou we shall ever meet again?ROMEO
I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serveJULIET
For sweet discourses in our time to come.
O God, I have an ill-divining soul!ROMEO
Methinks I see thee, now thou art below,
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:
Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.
And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:JULIET
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!
O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:LADY CAPULET
If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him.
That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune;
For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back.
[Within] Ho, daughter! are you up?JULIET
Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother?LADY CAPULET
Is she not down so late, or up so early?
What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither?
Enter LADY CAPULET
Why, how now, Juliet!JULIET
Madam, I am not well.LADY CAPULET
Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?JULIET
What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;
Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of love;
But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.LADY CAPULET
So shall you feel the loss, but not the friendJULIET
Which you weep for.
Feeling so the loss,LADY CAPULET
Cannot choose but ever weep the friend.
Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death,JULIET
As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.
What villain madam?LADY CAPULET
That same villain, Romeo.JULIET
[Aside] Villain and he be many miles asunder.--LADY CAPULET
God Pardon him! I do, with all my heart;
And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.
That is, because the traitor murderer lives.JULIET
Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands:LADY CAPULET
Would none but I might venge my cousin's death!
We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:JULIET
Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,
Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,
Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram,
That he shall soon keep Tybalt company:
And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.
Indeed, I never shall be satisfiedLADY CAPULET
With Romeo, till I behold him--dead--
Is my poor heart for a kinsman vex'd.
Madam, if you could find out but a man
To bear a poison, I would temper it;
That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,
Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors
To hear him named, and cannot come to him.
To wreak the love I bore my cousin
Upon his body that slaughter'd him!
Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man.JULIET
But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
And joy comes well in such a needy time:LADY CAPULET
What are they, I beseech your ladyship?
Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;JULIET
One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,
That thou expect'st not nor I look'd not for.
Madam, in happy time, what day is that?LADY CAPULET
Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,JULIET
The gallant, young and noble gentleman,
The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church,
Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too,LADY CAPULET
He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
I wonder at this haste; that I must wed
Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo.
I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear,
It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!
Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,CAPULET
And see how he will take it at your hands.
Enter CAPULET and Nurse
When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;LADY CAPULET
But for the sunset of my brother's son
It rains downright.
How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears?
Evermore showering? In one little body
Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind;
For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,
Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;
Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,
Without a sudden calm, will overset
Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife!
Have you deliver'd to her our decree?
Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.CAPULET
I would the fool were married to her grave!
Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife.JULIET
How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?
Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest,
Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?
Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you have:CAPULET
Proud can I never be of what I hate;
But thankful even for hate, that is meant love.
How now, how now, chop-logic! What is this?LADY CAPULET
'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not;'
And yet 'not proud,' mistress minion, you,
Thank me no thankings, nor, proud me no prouds,
But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,
To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church,
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage!
Fie, fie! what, are you mad?JULIET
Good father, I beseech you on my knees,CAPULET
Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!Nurse
I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday,
Or never after look me in the face:
Speak not, reply not, do not answer me;
My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest
That God had lent us but this only child;
But now I see this one is one too much,
And that we have a curse in having her:
Out on her, hilding!
God in heaven bless her!CAPULET
You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,Nurse
Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.
I speak no treason.CAPULET
O, God ye god-den.Nurse
May not one speak?CAPULET
Peace, you mumbling fool!LADY CAPULET
Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl;
For here we need it not.
You are too hot.CAPULET
God's bread! it makes me mad:JULIET
Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,
Alone, in company, still my care hath been
To have her match'd: and having now provided
A gentleman of noble parentage,
Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,
Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts,
Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man;
And then to have a wretched puling fool,
A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,
To answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love,
I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.'
But, as you will not wed, I'll pardon you:
Graze where you will you shall not house with me:
Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.
Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise:
An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;
And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in
For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,
Nor what is mine shall never do thee good:
Trust to't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn.
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,LADY CAPULET
That sees into the bottom of my grief?
O, sweet my mother, cast me not away!
Delay this marriage for a month, a week;
Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word:JULIET
Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
O God!--O nurse, how shall this be prevented?Nurse
My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
How shall that faith return again to earth,
Unless that husband send it me from heaven
By leaving earth? comfort me, counsel me.
Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems
Upon so soft a subject as myself!
What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy?
Some comfort, nurse.
Faith, here it is.JULIET
Romeo is banish'd; and all the world to nothing,
That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;
Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
I think it best you married with the county.
O, he's a lovely gentleman!
Romeo's a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam,
Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye
As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
I think you are happy in this second match,
For it excels your first: or if it did not,
Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were,
As living here and you no use of him.
Speakest thou from thy heart?Nurse
And from my soul too;JULIET
Or else beshrew them both.
Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.Nurse
Go in: and tell my lady I am gone,
Having displeased my father, to Laurence' cell,
To make confession and to be absolved.
Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.JULIET
Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
Which she hath praised him with above compare
So many thousand times? Go, counsellor;
Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
I'll to the friar, to know his remedy:
If all else fail, myself have power to die.
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