is the day so young?
ay me! sad hours seem long.
was that my father that went hence so fast?
not having that which having makes them short.
out.
out of her favor where i am in love.
alas that love, whose view.
what fray was here?
why then, o brawling love, o loving hate, o anything, of nothing first create! o heavy lightness, serious vanity, misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
this love feel i, that feel no love in this!
dost thou not laugh?
farewell, my coz.
in sadness, cousin, i do love. a woman.
a right good marksman; and she's fair i love.
she'll not be hit with cupid's arrow. she hath dian's wit, and in strong proof of chastity lives well armed.
she hath; and in that sparing makes huge waste.
o, teach me how i should forget to think!
farewell. thou canst not teach me to forget.
not mad, but bound more than a madman is; shut up in prison, kept without my food,
whipped and tormented.
good day, good fellow.
one fairer than my love?
the all-seeing sun ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
i'll go along, no such sight to be shown. but to rejoice in splendour of mine own.
i am not for this ambling. being but heavy, i will bear the light.
not i, believe me. you have dancing shoes with nimble soles. i have a soul of lead.
is love a tender thing? it is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
under love's heavy burden do i sink!
but 'tis no wit to go.
i dreamt a dream tonight.
well, what was yours?
in bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
peace, peace, mercutio, peace. thou talkest of nothing.
i fear, too early, for my mind
but he that hath the steerage of my
on, lusty gentlemen!
did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight. for i ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
if i profane with my unworthiest
have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
o, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do, they pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
then move not while my prayer's effect i take.
thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purged.
sin from my lips? o trespass sweetly urged! give me my sin again.
is she a capulet?
ay so i fear,
the more is my unrest.
can i go forward when my heart is here? turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
he jests at scars that never felt a wound.
but soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
it is the east, and juliet is the sun! arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with
cast it off!
it is my lady. o, it is my love! o that she knew she were!
shall i hear more, or shall i speak at this?
i take thee at thy word! call me but love, and i'll be new baptised. henceforth i never will be romeo.
by a name i know not how to tell thee who i am: my name, dear saint, is hateful to
neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
with love's light wings did i o'er perch these walls. for stony limits cannot hold love out, and what love can do, that dares love attempt. therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
i have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes. and but thou love me, let them find me here. my life were better ended by their
lady, by yonder blessed moon i vow, that tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops -
what shall i swear by?
if my heart's dear love -
o, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
the exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose love?
so thrive my soul.
a thousand times the worse, to want thy light. love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books; but love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
by the hour of nine.
sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast, would i were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.
good morrow, father!
the last is true. the sweeter rest was mine.
with rosaline, my ghostly father? no. i have forgot that name and that name's woe.
i have been feasting with mine enemy, where on a sudden one hath wounded me. that's by me wounded. both our
then plainly know my heart's dear love is set, on the fair daughter of rich capulet. we met, we wooed, and made exchange of vow, i'll tell thee as we pass. but this i pray, that thou consent to marry us today.
thou chid'st me oft for loving rosaline.
i pray thee chide me not. her i love now doth grace for grace and love for love allow. the other did not so.
o, let us hence! i stand on sudden haste.
good morrow to you both. what counterfeit did i give you?
pardon, good mercutio. my business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
nay i am the very pink of courtesy.
i will bite thee on the ear for that jest!
switch and spurs, switch and spurs, or i'll cry a match.
here's goodly gear.
i will follow you.
bid her to come to confession this afternoon, and there she shall at friar laurence's cell be shrived and married.
tybalt, the reason that i have to love thee doth much excuse the appertaining
i never injured thee, and so, good capulet, which name i
be satisfied.
forbear this outrage, good mercutio!
courage, man. the hurt cannot be much.
i thought all for the best.
oh sweet juliet, thy beauty hath made me effeminate and in my temper softened valor's steel!
mercutio's soul is but a little way above our heads,
staying for thine to keep him company.
either thou or i, or both, must go with him.
either thou or i, or both, must go with him.
o, i am fortune's fool!
to comfort you. i know well where he is. hark ye, your romeo will be here at night.
nurse!
speakest thou of juliet? where is she? and how doth she? and what says my concealed lady to our cancelled love?
as if that name, shot from the deadly level of a gun, did murder her, as that name's cursed hand murdered her kinsman!
how well my comfort is revived by this.
farewell.
i must be gone and live, or stay and die.
let me be taken, let me be put to death. 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.
more light and light: more dark and dark our woes.
farewell, farewell. one kiss, and i'll descend. romeo climbs down from the balcony and into the shadows.
i doubt it not;
trust me, love, all these woes shall serve for sweet discourses in our times to come.
adieu, adieu!
news from verona!
how now, balthasar?
dost thou not bring me letters from the priest? how doth my lady? is my father well? how doth my lady juliet? that i ask again, for nothing can be ill if she be well.
is it e'en so?
then i defy you stars.
i will hence tonight.
leave me!
tush, thou art deceived. hast thou no letters to me from the priest?
no matter - i will hence tonight.
well juliet, i will lie with thee tonight.
let me have a dram of poison, such soon- speeding gear as will disperse itself through all the veins that the life-weary taker may fall dead.
the world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. then be not poor, but break it and take this.
i pay thy poverty and not thy will.
there is my gold - worse poison to men's souls than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
upon thy life, whatever thou
do not interrupt me in my course or by heaven i will tear thee joint by
the time and my intents are savage wild, more fierce and more inexorable far than empty tigers or the roaring sea.
so shalt thou show me friendship.
live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow.
thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, thus i enforce thy rotten jaws to open.
in despite i'll cram thee with more food.
stand all aloof!
tempt not a desperate man!
o my love, my wife, death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty, thou art not conquered. beauty's ensign yet is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, and death's pale flag is not advanced there.
ah, dear juliet, why art thou yet so fair? shall i believe that unsubstantial
eyes, look your last. arms, take your last embrace. and, lips, o you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss.
a dateless bargain to engrossing death.
o true apothecary, thy drugs are quick.
thus with a kiss i die.