Romeo and Juliet Act 4

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

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