| On Thursday, sir? The time is very short. | Frair LaurenceSir – Paris |
| My father Capulet will have it so; and I am nothing slow, to slack his haste. | ParisHis – Capulet |
| You say you do not know the lady’s mind. Uneven in the course, I like it not. | Frair LaurenceYou – ParisLady – Juliet |
| Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death, and therefore have I little talk’d of love, for Venus smiles not in a house of tears. | ParisShe – Juliet |
| Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous that she doth give her sorrow so much sway | ParisSir – Frair LaurenceHer/She – JulietFather – Capulet |
| And in his wisdom hastes our marriage to stop the inundation of her tears, which, too much minded by herself alone, may be put from her by society. | ParisHis – CapuletOur – Paris and JulietHer/Herself – Juliet |
| Now do you know the reason of this haste. | ParisYou – Frair Laurence |
| I would I know not why it should be slow’d. | Frair Laurence |
| Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell. | Frair LaurenceSir – ParisThe Lady – Juliet |
| Happily met, my lady and my wife. | ParisMy Lady/Wife – Juliet |
| That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. | JulietSir – Paris |
| That may be must be, love, on Thursday next. | ParisLove – Juliet |
| What must be shall be. | Juliet |
| That’s a certain text. | Frair Laurence |
| Come you to make confession to this father? | ParisYou – JulietFather – Frair Laurence |
| To answer that, I should confess to you. | JulietYou – Paris |
| Do not deny to him that you love me. | ParisHim – Frair LaurenceYou – Juliet |
| I will confess to you that I love him | JulietYou – ParisHim – Frair Laurence |
| So will you, I am sure, that you love me. | ParisYou – Juliet |
| If I do so, it will be of more price, being spoke behind you back, than to your face. | JulietYou – Paris |
| Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears. | ParisThy face/Poor soul – Juliet |
| The tears have got small victory by that, for it was bad enough before their spite. | Juliet |
| Thou wrong’st it more than tears, with that report. | ParisThou – Juliet |
| That is no slander, sir, which is a truth; and what I spake, I spake it to my face. | Juliet |
| Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander’d it. | ParisThy/Thou – Juliet |
| It may be so, for it is not mine own. Are you at leisure, holy father, now; Or shall I come to you at evening mass? | JulietYou/Holy Father – Frair Laurence |
| My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now. My lord, we must entreat the time alone. | Frair LaurenceDaughter – JulietLord – Paris |
| God shield I should disturb devotion! Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye; Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss. | Paris |
| O, shut the door! And when thou hast done so, come weep with me, past hope, past cure, past help! | JulietThou – Frair Laurence |
| Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; it strains me past the compass of my wits. I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, on thursday next be married to this County. | Frair LaurenceThy/Thou – JulietCounty – Paris |
| Tell me not, friar, that thou hear’st of this, Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it. | JulietThou – Frair Laurence |
| If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help, Do thou but call my resolution wise And with this knife I’ll help it presently | JulietThy/Thou – Frair |
| God join’d my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands; And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo’s seal’d, Shall be the label to another deed, Or my true heart with treacherous revolt Turn to another, this shall slay them both. | JulietThou – Frair Laurence |
| Therefore, out of thy long-experienc’d time, Give me some present counsel; or, behold, ‘Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife Shall play the empire, arbitrating that Which the commission of thy years and art Could to no issue of true honour bring. | JulietThy – Frair Laurence |
| Be not so long to speak. I long to die If what thou speak’st speak not of remedy. | JulietThou – Frair Laurence |
| Hold, daughter. I do spy a kind of hope, Which craves as desperate an execution As that is desperate which we would prevent. | Frair LaurenceDaughter – Juliet |
| Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself, Then is it likely thou wilt undertake A thing like death to chide away this shame, That cop’st with death himself to scape from it; | Frair LaurenceThou/Thyself – JulietHimself – Death |
| And, if thou dar’st, I’ll give thee remedy. | Frair LaurenceThee/Thou – Juliet |
| O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, From off the battlements of yonder tower, Or walk in thievish ways, or bid me lurk Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears, Or shut me nightly in a charnel house, O’ercover’d quite with dead men’s rattling bones, With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls; | Juliet |
| Or bid me go into a new-made grave And hide me with a dead man in his shroud- Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble- And I will do it without fear or doubt, To live an unstain’d wife to my sweet love. | Juliet |
| Hold, then. Go home, be merry, give consent To marry Paris. Wednesday is to-morrow. To-morrow night look that thou lie alone; | Frair LaurenceThou – Juliet |
| Let not the nurse lie with thee in thy chamber. Take thou this vial, being then in bed, And this distilled liquor drink thou off; | Frair LaurenceThee/Thy/Thou – Juliet |
| When presently through all thy veins shall run A cold and drowsy humour; for no pulse Shall keep his native progress, but surcease; | Frair LaurenceThy – Juliet |
| No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest; The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To paly ashes, thy eyes’ windows fall Like death when he shuts up the day of life; | Frair LaurenceThou/Thy – JulietHe – Death |
| Each part, depriv’d of supple government, Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death; And in this borrowed likeness of shrunk death Thou shalt continue two-and-forty hours, And then awake as from a pleasant sleep | Frair LaurenceThou – Juliet |
| Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead. | Frair LaurenceBridegroom – ParisThee/Thy/Thou – Juliet |
| Then, as the manner of our country is, In thy best robes uncovered on the bier Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie. | Friar LaurenceThy/Thou – Juliet |
| In the mean time, against thou shalt awake, Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift; | Friar LaurenceThou – JulietOur – Friar Laurence and Juliet |
| And hither shall he come; and he and I Will watch thy waking, and that very night Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. | Friar LaurenceHe – RomeoThy/Thee – Juliet |
| And this shall free thee from this present shame, If no inconstant toy nor womanish fear Abate thy valour in the acting it. | Friar LaurenceThee/Thy – Juliet |
| Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear! | Juliet |
| Hold! Get you gone, be strong and prosperous In this resolve. I’ll send a friar with speed To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. | Friar LaurenceYou – JulietThy Lord – Romeo |
| Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford. Farewell, dear father. | JulietDear Father – Friar Laurence |
| So many guests invite as here are writ.Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks | Capulet |
| You shall have none ill, sir; for I’ll try if they canlick their fingers | Second ServantYou/Sir – CapuletThey/Their – Cooks |
| How canst thou try them so? | CapuletThou – Second ServantThem – Cooks |
| Marry, sir, ’tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers. Therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes notwith me | Second ServantSir – CapuletHis/He – Cook |
| Go, begone. | Capulet |
| We shall be much unfurnish’d for this time. What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence? | CapuletDaughter – Juliet |
| Ay, forsooth. | Nurse |
| Well, be may chance to do some good on her.A peevish self-will’d harlotry it is. | CapuletHer – Juliet |
| See where she comes from shrift with merry look. | NurseShe – Juliet |
| How now, my headstrong? Where have you been gadding? | CapuletYou – Juliet |
| Where I have learnt me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition To you and your behests, and am enjoin’d By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here To beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you! Henceforward I am ever rul’d by you. | JulietYou/Your – Capulet |
| Send for the County. Go tell him of this. I’ll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. | CapuletCounty – Paris |
| I met the youthful lord at Laurence’ cell And gave him what becomed love I might, Not stepping o’er the bounds of modesty. | JulietLord – Paris |
| Why, I am glad on’t. This is well. Stand up. This is as’t should be. Let me see the County. Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither. | CapuletCounty – Paris |
| Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar,All our whole city is much bound to him. | CapuletFrair/Him – Friar Laurence |
| Nurse, will you go with me into my closet To help me sort such needful ornaments As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow? | JulietYou – Nuse |
| No, not till Thursday. There is time enough | Lady Capulet |
| Go, nurse, go with her. We’ll to church to-morrow | CapuletHer – Juliet |
| We shall be short in our provision.’Tis now near night. | Lady Capulet |
| Tush, I will stir about, And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife. Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her. I’ll not to bed to-night; let me alone. | CapuletThee/Thou – Lady CapuletHer – Juliet |
| I’ll play the housewife for this once. What, ho! They are all forth; well, I will walk myself To County Paris, to prepare him up Against to-morrow. My heart is wondrous light, Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim’d. | CapuletHim – Paris |
| Ay, those attires are best; but, gentle nurse, I pray thee leave me to myself to-night; For I have need of many orisons To move the heavens to smile upon my state, Which, well thou knowest, is cross and full of sin. | JulietThee – Nurse |
| What, are you busy, ho? Need you my help? | Lady CapuletYou – Juliet |
| No, madam; we have cull’d such necessaries As are behooffull for our state to-morrow. So please you, let me now be left alone, And let the nurse this night sit up with you; For I am sure you have your hands full all In this so sudden business. | JulietMadam/You – Lady Capulet |
| Good night. Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need. | Lady CapuletThee/Thou – Juliet |
| Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again. | JulietWe – Juliet and Lady Capulet |
| I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins That almost freezes up the heat of life. I’ll call them back again to comfort me | JulietThem – Nurse and Lady Capulet |
| What should she do here? My dismal scene I needs must act alone. Come, vial. | JulietShe – Nurse |
| What if this mixture do not work at all? Shall I be married then to-morrow morning? No, No! This shall forbid it. Lie thou there | JulietThis/Thou – Dagger |
| What if it be a poison which the friar Subtilly hath minist’red to have me dead, Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour’d Because he married me before to Romeo? | JulietFriar/He – Friar Laurence |
| I fear it is; and yet methinks it should not, For he hath still been tried a holy man. I will not entertain so bad a thought | JulietHe/Holy Man – Friar Laurence |
| How if, when I am laid into the tomb, I wake before the time that Romeo Come to redeem me? There’s a fearful point! | Juliet |
| Shall I not then be stifled in the vault, To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? | Juliet |
| Or, if I live, is it not very like The horrible conceit of death and night, Together with the terror of the place- As in a vault, an ancient receptacle Where for this many hundred years the bones Of all my buried ancestors are pack’d; Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, Lies fest’ring in his shroud; where, as they say, At some hours in the night spirits resort- Alack, alack, is it not like that I, So early waking- what with loathsome smells, And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad- O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught, Environed with all these hideous fears, And madly play with my forefathers’ joints, And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud., And, in this rage, with some great kinsman’s bone As with a club dash out my desp’rate brains? | Juliet |
| O, look! methinks I see my cousin’s ghost Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body Upon a rapier’s point. Stay, Tybalt, stay! Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee. | JulietHis – TybaltThee – Romeo |
| Hold, take these keys and fetch more spices, nurse. | Lady Capulet |
| They call for dates and quinces in the pastry | Nurse |
| Come, stir, stir, stir! The second cock hath crow’d, The curfew bell hath rung, ’tis three o’clock. Look to the bak’d meats, good Angelica; Spare not for cost. | Capulet |
| Go, you cot-quean, go, Get you to bed! Faith, you’ll be sick to-morrow For this night’s watching | NurseYou – Capulet |
| No, not a whit. What, I have watch’d ere now All night for lesser cause, and ne’er been sick | Capulet |
| Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time; But I will watch you from such watching now | Lady CapuletYou – Capulet |
| A jealous hood, a jealous hood!Now, fellow What is there? | CapuletFellow – Servant |
| Make haste, make haste. Sirrah, fetch drier logs. Call Peter; he will show thee where they are. | Capulet |
| I have a head, sir, that will find out logs And never trouble Peter for the matter. | First Servant |
| Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha! Thou shalt be loggerhead. Good faith, ’tisday. | Capulet |
| The County will be here with music straight, For so he said he would. Play music. I hear him near. Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say! | CapuletCounty – Paris |
| Go waken Juliet; go and trim her up. I’ll go and chat with Paris. Hie, make haste, Make haste! The bridegroom he is come already: Make haste, I say. | Capulet |
| Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! Fast, I warrant her,she. Why, lamb! why, lady! Fie, you slug-abed! Why, love, I say! madam! sweetheart! Why, bride! What, not a word? You take your pennyworths now! | Nurse |
| Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, The County Paris hath set up his rest That you shall rest but little. God forgive me! | NurseYou – Juliet |
| Marry, and amen. How sound is she asleep! I needs must wake her. Madam, madam, madam! Ay, let the County take you in your bed! He’ll fright you up, i’ faith. Will it not be? | NurseShe – Juliet |
| What, dress’d, and in your clothes, and down again? I must needs wake you. Lady! lady! lady! Alas, alas! Help, help! My lady’s dead! O weraday that ever I was born! Some aqua-vitae, ho! My lord! my lady! | NurseYour/You/Lady |
| What noise is here? | Lady Capulet |
| O lamentable day! | Nurse |
| What is the matter? | Lady Capulet |
| Look, look! O heavy day! | Nurse |
| O me, O me! My child, my only life! Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! Help, help! Call help. | Lady CapuletChild/Life/Thee – Juliet |
| For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come. | CapuletLord – Paris |
| Alack the day, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead! | Lady Capulet |
| Ha! let me see her. Out alas! she’s cold, Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated. Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. | Capulet |
| O lamentable day! | Nurse |
| O woful time! | Lady Capulet |
| Death, that hath ta’en her hence to make me wail, Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak. | CapuletHer – Juliet |
| Come, is the bride ready to go to church? | Friar LaurenceBride – Juliet |
| Ready to go, but never to return. O son, the night before thy wedding day Hath Death lain with thy wife. See, there she lies, Flower as she was, deflowered by him. | CapuletThy/Son – ParisShe – JulietHim – Death |
| Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir; My daughter he hath wedded. I will die And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death’s. | CapuletHe/Him – Death |
| Have I thought long to see this morning’s face, And doth it give me such a sight as this? | Paris |
| Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Most miserable hour that e’er time saw In lasting labour of his pilgrimage! | Lady CapuletHis – Time |
| But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, But one thing to rejoice and solace in, And cruel Death hath catch’d it from my sight! | Lady CapuletIt – Happiness |
| O woe? O woful, woful, woful day! Most lamentable day, most woful day That ever ever I did yet behold! O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! Never was seen so black a day as this. O woful day! O woful day! | Nurse |
| Beguil’d, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! Most detestable Death, by thee beguil’d, By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown! O love! O life! not life, but love in death | Paris |
| Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr’d, kill’d! Uncomfortable time, why cam’st thou now To murther, murther our solemnity? | CapuletThou – Bad Fortune / Death |
| O child! O child! my soul, and not my child! Dead art thou, dead! alack, my child is dead, And with my child my joys are buried! | CapuletThou – Juliet |
| Peace, ho, for shame! Confusion’s cure lives not In these confusions. Heaven and yourself Had part in this fair maid! now heaven hath all, And all the better is it for the maid. | Friar LaurenceMaid – Juliet |
| Your part in her you could not keep from death, But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. The most you sought was her promotion, For ’twas your heaven she should be advanc’d; | Friar LaurenceYour/You – CapuletHer/She – JulietHis – God/Heaven |
| And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc’d Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? | Friar LaurenceYe – CapuletShe – Juliet |
| O, in this love, you love your child so ill That you run mad, seeing that she is well. She’s not well married that lives married long, But she’s best married that dies married young. | Friar LaurenceYour – CapuletChild/She – Juliet |
| Dry up your tears and stick your rosemary On this fair corse, and, as the custom is, In all her best array bear her to church; For though fond nature bids us all lament, Yet nature’s tears are reason’s merriment | Friar LaurenceYour – CapuletHer – Juliet |
| All things that we ordained festival Turn from their office to black funeral- Our instruments to melancholy bells, Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast; Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change; Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse; And all things change them to the contrary. | Capulet |
| Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him; And go, Sir Paris. Every one prepare To follow this fair corse unto her grave. The heavens do low’r upon you for some ill; Move them no more by crossing their high will. | Friar LaurenceSir – CapuletMadam – Lady CapuletHer – Juliet |
| Faith, we may put up our pipes and be gone. | First Musician |
| Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up! For well you know this is a pitiful case. | Nurse |
| Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. | First Musician |
| Musicians, O, musicians, ‘Heart’s ease,’ ‘Heart’s ease’! O, an you will have me live, play ‘Heart’s ease.’ | Peter |
| Why ‘Heart’s ease”, | First Musician |
| O, musicians, because my heart itself plays ‘My heart isfull of woe.’ O, play me some merry dump to comfort me | Peter |
| Not a dump we! ‘Tis no time to play now. | First Musician |
| You will not then? | Peter |
| No | First Musician |
| I will then give it you soundly. | PeterYou – First Musician |
| What will you give us? | First Musician |
| No money, on my faith, but the gleek. I will give you the minstrel. | PeterYou – First Musician |
| Then will I give you the serving-creature. | First MusicianYou – Peter |
| Then will I lay the serving-creature’s dagger on yourpate. | PeterYour – First Musician |
| I will carry no crotchets. I’ll re you, I’ll fa you. Do younote me? | Peter You – First Musicians |
| An you re us and fa us, you note us. | First Musician You – Peter |
| Pray you put up your dagger, and put out your wit | Second Musician You – Peter |
| Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you with aniron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer me like men. ‘When griping grief the heart doth wound, And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Then music with her silver sound’-Why ‘silver sound’? Why ‘music with her silver sound’? What say you, Simon Catling? | PeterYou – Musicians |
| Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. | First Musician |
| Pretty! What say You, Hugh Rebeck? | Peter You – Musicians |
| I say ‘silver sound’ because musicians sound forsilver. | Second Musician |
| Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost? | PeterYou – Second Musician |
| Faith, I know not what to say. | Third Musician |
| O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer. I will say foryou. It is ‘music with her silver sound’ because musicians have no gold for sounding. ‘Then music with her silver sound With speedy help doth lend redress.’ | Peter |
| What a pestilent knave is this same? | First Musician |
| Hang him, Jack! Come, we’ll in here, tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. | Second Musican |
Romeo and Juliet Act 4
November 9, 2019