Transcription

801Romeo & JulietABRIDGEDWilliam Shakespeare(1564-1616)ByWilliam ShakespeareEdited byJane Tanner

279

783William Shakespeare’sRomeo&JulietEdited byJane TannerThe Wichita Shakespeare Co.

477Romeo & JulietDramatis PersonaeCAPULETSLord CapuletLady Capulet, his wifeJuliet, his daughterTybalt, nephewNurse, to JulietPeter, servantSampson, servantPETER, servantMONTAGUESLord MontagueLady Montague, his wifeRomeo, his sonBenvolio, nephewBalthasar, servant to RomeoAbraham, servantOTHER CITIZENS OF VERONAPrince Escalus, ruler of VeronaMercutio, friend of Romeo and kinsman of PrinceParis, suitor to Juliet and kinsman of the PrinceFriar Laurence, friend and spiritual father to allWatch/pagePRINCEWhere be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.And I for winking at your discords tooHave lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd.EPILOGUEA glooming peace this morning with it brings;The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:For never was a story of more woeThan this of Juliet and her Romeo.Exeunt

76LADY CAPULETThe people in the street cry Romeo,Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run,With open outcry toward our monument.PRINCEWhat fear is this which startles in our ears?WATCHMANSovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,Warm and new kill'd.Enter MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and FRIAR LAURENCEPRINCECome, Montague; for thou art early up,To see thy son and heir more early down.Good Father, say at once what thou dost know in this.FRIAR LAURENCERomeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife:I married them; and their stol'n marriage-dayWas Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely deathBanish'd the new-made bridegroom from the city,Then comes she to me,Gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,A sleeping potion; which so took effectAs I intended, for it wrought on herThe form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo,But he which bore my letter,Was stay'd by accident.All this I know; and to the marriageHer nurse is privy: and, if aught in thisMiscarried by my fault, let my old lifeBe sacrificed, some hour before his time,Unto the rigour of severest law.PRINCEWe still have known thee for a holy man.Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?BALTHASARI brought my master news of Juliet's death;And then in post he came from MantuaTo this same place, to this same monument.5Romeo & JulietList of scenesDescriptionPageAct IPrologue7Scene 1Verona. A public place.7Scene 2A Street12Scene 2aA Street13Scene 3A room in Capulet’s house15Scene 4A Street18Scene 5A Hall in Capulet’s House20Scene 1A Lane by the Wall of Capulet’s Orchard25Scene 2Capulet’s Orchard26Scene 3Friar Laurence’s Cell31Scene 4A Street33Scene 5Capulet’s Orchard37Scene 6Friar Laurence’s Cell39Scene 1A Public Place43Scene 2Capulet’s Orchard48Scene 3Friar Laurence’s Cell50Scene 4A room in Capulet’s house54Scene 5Capulet’s Orchard55Scene 1Friar Laurence’s Cell63Scene 2A Hall in Capulet’s House65Scene 3Juliet’s Chamber66Scene 5Juliet’s Chamber67Scene 1Mantua. A Street71Scene 3A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.72Act IIAct IIIAct IVAct VEpilogue77

675Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too?And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hourIs guilty of this lamentable chance!JULIET wakesACT IJULIETO comfortable friar! where is my lord?I do remember well where I should be,And there I am. Where is my Romeo?FRIAR LAURENCELady, come from that nestOf death, contagion, and unnatural sleep:A greater power than we can contradictHath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;Come, go, good Juliet,I dare no longer stay.JULIETGo, get thee hence, for I will not away.Exit FRIAR LAURENCEWhat's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly dropTo help me after? I will kiss thy lips;Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,To make die with a restorative.(Kisses him)Thy lips are warm.Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!This is thy sheath;there rust, and let me die.(Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies)Enter The Watch, with FRIAR LAURENCE, the PRINCE,CAPULET, LADY CAPULETPRINCEWhat misadventure is so early up,That calls our person from our morning's rest?CAPULETWhat should it be, that they so shriek abroad?

74And that the lean abhorred monster keepsThee here in dark to be his paramour?For fear of that, I still will stay with thee;And never from this palace of dim nightDepart again: here, here will I remainWith worms that are thy chamber-maids.Eyes, look your last!Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O youThe doors of breath, seal with a righteous kissA dateless bargain to engrossing death!Here's to my love!(Drinks)O true apothecary!Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.(Dies)Enter FRIAR LAURENCEFRIAR LAURENCEWho's there?BALTHASARHere's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.FRIAR LAURENCEWho is it?BALTHASARBalthasarFRIAR LAURENCEHow long hath he been there?BALTHASARFull half an hour.FRIAR LAURENCEGo with me to the vault.BALTHASARI dare not, sirMy master knows not but I am gone hence;And fearfully did menace me with death,If I did stay to look on his intents.FRIAR LAURENCEStay, then; I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me:O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.(Enters the tomb)7PROLOGUETwo households, both alike in dignity,In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.From forth the fatal loins of these two foesA pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;Whole misadventured piteous overthrowsDo with their death bury their parents' strife.SCENE 1Verona. A public place.Enter SAMPSON and PETER, of the house of CapuletPETERThe quarrel is between our masters and us their men.SAMPSON'Tis all one.PETERDraw thy tool! here comestwo of the house of the Montagues.SAMPSONQuarrel, I will back thee.PETERI will frown as I pass by, and let them take it asthey list.SAMPSONNay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASARABRAHAMDo you bite your thumb at us, sir?SAMPSONI do bite my thumb, sir.ABRAHAMDo you bite your thumb at us, sir?SAMPSON[Aside to PETER] Is the law of our side, if I say ay?PETERNo.

8SAMPSONNo, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite mythumb, sir.PETERDo you quarrel, sir?ABRAHAMQuarrel sir! no, sir.SAMPSONIf you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.ABRAHAMNo better.SAMPSONWell, sir.PETERSay 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen.SAMPSONYes, better, sir.ABRAHAMYou lie.SAMPSONDraw, if you be men.(They fight)Enter BENVOLIOBENVOLIOPart, fools!Put up your swords; you know not what you do.(Beats down their swords)Enter TYBALTTYBALTWhat, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.BENVOLIOI do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,Or manage it to part these men with me.TYBALTWhat, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:Have at thee, coward!(They fight)73PARISStop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague!Can vengeance be pursued further than death?Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.ROMEOI must indeed; and therefore came I hither.Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man;Put not another sin upon my head,By urging me to fury: O, be gone!PARISI do defy thy conjurations,And apprehend thee for a felon here.ROMEOWilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy!(They fight)PAGE EXITPARISO, I am slain!(Falls)If thou be merciful,Lay me with Juliet.(Dies)ROMEOIn faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris!Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.O my love! my wife!Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yetIs crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,And death's pale flag is not advanced there.Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?O, what more favour can I do to thee,Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twainTo sunder his that was thine enemy?Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believeThat unsubstantial death is amorous,

729SCENE 3Enter CAPULET, and LADY CAPULETA churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to theCapulets.CAPULETWhat noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!LADY CAPULETA crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?CAPULETMy sword, I say! Old Montague is come,And flourishes his blade in spite of me.Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUEEnter PARIS, and PAGEPARISUnder yond yew-trees lay thee all along,Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,As signal that thou hear'st something approach.Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.PAGE RetiresSweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,-O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;-Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans:The obsequies that I for thee will keepNightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.(The Page whistles)The boy gives warning something doth approach.PARIS RetiresEnter ROMEO and BALTHASARROMEOHold, take this letter; early in the morningSee thou deliver it to my lord and father.Upon thy life, I charge thee,Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof,And do not interrupt me in my course.BALTHASARI will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.ROMEOSo shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that:Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow.BALTHASAR RetiresROMEOThou detestable maw, thou womb of death,Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth,Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!LADY MONTAGUEThou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.MONTAGUEHold me not, let me go.Enter PRINCE, with AttendantsPRINCERebellious subjects, enemies to peace,Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,And hear the sentence of your moved prince.Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,If ever you disturb our streets again,Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.For this time, all the rest depart away:You Capulet; shall go along with me:And, Montague, come you this afternoon,To know our further pleasure in this case,Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, andBENVOLIOMONTAGUEWho set this ancient quarrel new abroach?Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?

10BENVOLIOHere were the servants of your adversary,And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:I drew to part them: in the instant cameThe fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared,While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,Came more and more and fought on part and part,Till the prince came, who parted either part.LADY MONTAGUEO, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?Right glad I am he was not at this fray.BENVOLIOMadam, an hour before the worshipp'd sunPeer'd forth the golden window of the east,A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;Where, underneath the grove of sycamoreSo early walking did I see your son:Towards him I made, but he was ware of meAnd stole into the covert of the wood.MONTAGUEMany a morning hath he there been seen,With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.Black and portentous must this humour prove,Unless good counsel may the cause remove.BENVOLIOMy noble uncle, do you know the cause?MONTAGUEI neither know it nor can learn of him.BENVOLIOHave you importuned him by any means?MONTAGUEBoth by myself and many other friends:But he, his own affections' counsellor,Enter ROMEOBENVOLIOSee, where he comes: so please you, step aside;I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.MONTAGUEI would thou wert so happy by thy stay,To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE71SCENE 1Mantua. A street.Enter ROMEOROMEOIf I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:I dreamt my lady came and found me dead-And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,That I revived.Enter BALTHASARNews from Verona!--How now, Balthasar!Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?How doth my lady?How fares my Juliet?For nothing can be ill, if she be well.BALTHASARThen she is well, and nothing can be ill:Her body sleeps in Capel's monument,ROMEOIs it even so? then I defy you, stars!BALTHASARI do beseech you, sir, have patience:Your looks are pale and wild, and do importSome misadventure.ROMEOTush, thou art deceived.Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?BALTHASARNo, my good lord.ROMEONo matter: get thee gone,I'll be with thee straight.Exit BALTHASARWell, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.Exeunt

7011ACT VBENVOLIOGood-morrow, cousin.ROMEOIs the day so young?BENVOLIOBut new struck nine.ROMEOAy me! sad hours seem long.Was that my father that went hence so fast?BENVOLIOIt was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?ROMEONot having that, which, having, makes them short.BENVOLIOIn love?ROMEOOut-BENVOLIOOf love?ROMEOOut of her favour, where I am in love.BENVOLIOAlas, that love, so gentle in his view,Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!ROMEOAlas, that love, whose view is muffled still,Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!O me! What fray was here?Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.Farewell, my coz.BENVOLIOSoft! I will go along;Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.ROMEOWhat, shall I groan and tell thee?BENVOLIOGroan! why, no.But sadly tell me who.

12ROMEOIn sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.BENVOLIOI aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.ROMEOA right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.BENVOLIOA right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.ROMEOShe hath forsworn to love, and in that vowDo I live dead that live to te