i'll look to like, if looking liking move, but no more deep will i endart mine eye, than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this. for saints have hands that pilgrim's hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
saints do not move, though grant for prayer's sake.
then have my lips the sin that they have took.
you kiss by th' book.
my only love, sprung from my only hate. too early seen unknown, and known too late. prodigious birth of love it is to me
ay me!
o romeo, romeo! - whyfore art thou romeo? deny thy father and refuse thy name. or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and i'll no longer be a capulet.
'tis but thy name that is my enemy. thou are thyself, though not a montague. what's montague? it is not hand nor foot nor arm nor face nor any other part belonging to a man. o, be some other name! what's in a name? that which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet. so romeo would, were he not romeo called, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. romeo, doff thy name, and for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.
what man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, so stumblest on my counsel?
art thou not romeo, and a montague?
how cam'st thou hither, tell me, and whyfore? the garden walls are high and hard to climb, and the place death, considering who thou art.
if they do see thee, they will murder thee.
thou knowest the mask of night is on my face, else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, for that which thou hast heard me speak tonight. fain would i dwell on form - fain, fain deny what i have spoke. but farewell compliment! dost thou love me?
i know thou wilt say 'ay', and i will take thy word. yet, if thou swearest, thou mayst prove false. o gentle romeo, if thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully. or if thou think'st i am too quickly won, i'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, so thou wilt woo. but else, not for the world. in truth, fair montague, i am too fond, and therefore thou mayst think my 'haviour light. but trust me, gentleman, i'll prove more true than those that have more cunning to be strange.
o, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
do not swear at all. or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, which is the god of my idolatry, and i'll believe thee.
well, do not swear. although i joy in thee, i have no joy of this contract tonight. it is too rash, too unadvised, too
what satisfaction canst thou have tonight?
i gave thee mind before thou didst request it!
and yet i would it were to give again.
but to be frank and give it thee again.
i come, anon - but if thou meanest not well, i do beseech thee.
by and by i come! to cease thy strife and leave me to my grief. tomorrow will i send.
a thousand times good night!
romeo! what o'clock tomorrow shall i send to thee?
i will not fail. 'tis twenty year till then. goodnight, goodnight! parting is such sweet sorrow. that i shall say goodnight till it be morrow.
o god she comes!
o honey nurse, what news?
nurse!
i would thou hadst my bones and i thy news.
nay come, i pray thee, speak: good;
how art thou out of breath when thou hast breath to say to me that thou art out of breath! is the news good or bad? answer to that.
no, no. but all this i did know before. what says he of our marriage? what of that
i'faith i am sorry that thou art not well. sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?
where is my mother? how oddly thou repliest! 'your love says, like an honest gentleman, "where is your mother"'!
here's such a coil! come what says
i have.
good afternoon to my ghostly confessor.
come gentle night, coming loving black browed night, give me my romeo. and when i shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night, and pay no worship to the garish sun. o, i have bought the mansion of a
oh god! did romeo's hand shed tybalt's blood?
oh serpent heart, hid with a flowering face. was ever book containing such vile
blistered be thy tongue for such a wish! he was not born to shame. upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit.
shall i speak ill of him that is my husband? ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name when i, thy three-hours wife have mangled it? but whyfore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? that villain cousin would have killed my husband. all this is comfort, wherefore weep i then? some word there was worser than tybalt's death: i would forget it fain - exiled. tybalt is dead, and romeo exiled. to speak that word is father, mother, tybalt, romeo, juliet, all slain, all dead.
nurse, i'll to my wedding bed, and death, not romeo, take my maidenhead.
o find him, give this ring to my true knight, and bid him come to take his last farewell.
wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day.
yond light is not daylight,
i know it, i it is some meteor that the sun
it is, it is! hie hence, be gone, away! o, now be gone! more light and light it grows.
nurse!
then, window, let day in, and let life out.
o, think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
o god, i have an ill-divining soul. methinks i see thee, now thou art so low, as one dead in the bottom of a tomb.
o fortune, fortune! be fickle, fortune, fo then i hope thou wilt not keep him long but send him back.
madam, in happy time. what day is that?
now by saint peter's church, and peter too, he shall not make me there a joyful bride!
not proud you have, but thankful that you have. proud can i never be of what i hate.
hear me with patience but to speak a word.
o sweet my mother, cast me not away! delay this marriage for a month, a week. or if you do not, make the bridal
o god! - o nurse, how shall this be prevented?
what sayest thou? hast thou not a word of joy? some comfort, nurse.
speakest thou from thy heart?
amen.
well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. go in; and tell my lady i am gone, having displeased my father, to friar laurence, to make confession and to be absolved.
that may be, sir, when i may be a wife.
what must be, shall be.
are you at leisure, holy father, now? or shall i come to you at evening mass?
tell me not, father, that thou hearest of this, unless thou tell me how i may prevent it.
be not so long to speak. i lone to die!
but, gentle nurse, i pray thee leave me to myself tonight.
to move the heavens to smile upon my state, which, well thou knowest, is cross and full of sin.
no, madam. we have culled such
for i am sure you have your hands full all in this so sudden business.
farewell!
god knows when we shall meet again.
i have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins that almost freezes up the heat of life.
come, vial. romeo, i drink to thee.
oh romeo, what's here?
drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after. i will kiss thy lips. haply some poison yet doth hang on
thy lips are warm.
romeo. o' my true love romeo.