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An excellent conceited tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet As it hath been often (with great applause) plaid publiquely, by the right Honourable the L. of Hunsdon his Seruants.; Romeo and Juliet
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Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
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to morrow Exit Iul Farewell God knowes when wee shall meete againe Ah I doo take a fearfull thing in hand What if this Potion should not worke at all Must I of force be married to the Countie This shall forbid it Knife lye thou there What if the Frier should giue me this drinke To poyson mee for feare I should disclose Our former marriage Ah I wrong him much He is a holy and religious Man I will not entertaine so bad a thought What if I should be stiâ—led in the Toomb Awake an houre before the appointed time Ah then I feare I shall be lunaticke And playing with my dead forefathers bones Dash out my franticke braines Me thinkes I see My Cosin Tybalt weltring in his bloud Seeking for Romeo stay Tybalt stay Romeo I come this doe I drinke to thee She fals vpon her bed within the Curtaines Enter Nurse with hearbs Mother Moth That 's well said Nurse set all in redines The Countie will be heere immediatly Enter Oldeman Cap Make hast make hast for it is almost day The Curfe we bell hath rung t' is foure a clocke Looke to your bakt meâ—tes good Angelica Nur Goe get you to bed you coâ—queane I saith you will be sicke anone Cap I warrant thee Nurse I haue ere now watâ—ht all night and haue taken no harme at all Moth I you haue beene a mouse hunt in your time Enter Seruingman with Logs Coales Cap A Ielous hood a Ielous hood How now sirra What haue you thâ—re Ser Forsooth Logâ— Cap Goe goe choose dryer Will will tell thee where thou shalt fetch them Ser Nay I warrant let me alone I haue a heade I â—oâ— to choose a Log. Exit Cap Well goe thy way thou shalt be logger head Come come make hâ—st call vp your daughter The Countie will be heere with musicke straight Gods me hee s come Nurse call vp my daughter Nuâ— Goe get you gone What lambe what Lady birde fast I warrant What Iuliet well let the County take you in your bed yee sleepe for a weeke now but the next night the Countie Paris hath set vp his rest that you shal rest but little What lambe I say fast still what Lady Loue whatbride what Iuliet Gods me how sound she sleeps Nay then I see I must wake you indeed What 's heere laide on your bed dreâ—t in your cloathes and down ah me alack the day some Aqua vitae hoe Enter Mother Moth How now what 's the matter Nur Alack the day shee s dead shee s dead shee s dead Moth Accurst vnhappy miserable time Enter Oldeman Cap Come come make hast where 's my daughter Moth Ah shee s dead shee s dead Cap Stay let me see all pale and â—an Accursed time vnfortunate olde man Enter Fryer and Paris Par What is the bride ready to goe to Church Cap Ready to goe but neuer to returne O Sonne the night before thy wedding day Hath Death laine with thy bride flower as she is Deflowerd by him see where she lyes Death is my Soone in Law to him I giue all that I haue Par Haue I thought long to see this mornings face And doth it now present such prodegies Accurst vnhappy miserable man Forlorne forsaken destitute I am Borne to the world to be a slaue in it Distrest remediles and vnfortunate O heauens O nature wherefore did you make me To liue so vile so wretched as I shall Cap O heere she lies that was our hope our ioy And being dead dead sorrow nips vs all Aâ—lat oâ—ce cry out and wring their hand All cry And all our ioy and all our hope is dead Dead lost vndone absented wholy sled Cap Cruel vniust impartiall destinies Why to this day haue you preseru'd my life To see my hope my stay my ioy my life Depriude of sence of life of all by death Cruell vniust impartiall destinies Cap O sad fac'd sorrow map of misery Why this sad time haue I desird to see This day this vniust this impartiall day Wherein I hop'd to see my comfort full To be depriude by suddaine destinie Moth O woe alacke distrest why should I liue To see this day this miserable day Alacke the time that euer I was borne To be partaker of this destinie Alacke the day alacke and welladay Fr O peace for shame if not for charity Your daughter â—â—ues in peace and happines And it is vaine to wish it otherwise Come sticke your Rosemary in this dead coâ—rse And as the custome of our Country is In all her best and sumptuous ornaments Conuay her where her Ancestors lie tomb'd Cap Let it be so come wofâ—ll forrow mates Let vs together taste this bitter â—aâ—e They all but the Nâ—rse goâ— foorth casting Rosemary on her and shutting the Curtens Enter Musitions Nur Put vp put vp this is a wofull case Exit 1. I by my troth Mistresse is it it had need be mended Enter Seruiâ—gman Ser Alack alack what shal I doe come Fidlers play me some mery dumpe 1. A sir this is no time to play Ser You will not then 1. No marry will wee Ser Then will I giue it you and â—oundly to 1. What will you giue vs Ser The fidler I le re you I le fa you I le sol you 1. If you re vs and fa vs we will note you Ser I will put vp my Iron dagger and beate you with my wodden wit Come on Simon found Pot I le pose you 1. Le ts heare Ser When griping griefe the heart doth wound And dolefull dumps the minde oppresse Then mâ—sique with her siluer sound Why siluer sound Why siluer sound 1. I thinke because musicke hath a sweet sound Ser Pretie what say you Mathew minikine 2. I thinke because Musitions sound for siluer Ser Prettie too come what say you 3. I say nothing Ser I thinke so I le speake for you because you are the Singer I saye Siluer sound because such Fellowes as you haue sildome Golde for sounding Farewell Fidlers fâ—rewell Exit 1. Farewell and be hangd come le ts goe Exeunt Enter Romeo Rom If I may trust the flattering Eye of Sleepe My Dreame presagde some good euent to come My bosome Lord sits chearfull in his throne And I am comforted withâ—pleasing dreames Me thought I was this night alreadie dead Strange dreames that giue a dead man leane to thinke And that my Ladie Iuliet came to me And breathd such life with kisses in my lips That I reuiude and was an Emperour Enter Balthasar his man booted Newes from Verona How now Balthasar How doth my Ladie Is my Father well How fares my Iuliet that I aske againe If she be well then nothing can be ill Balt Then nothing can be ill for she is well Her bodie sleepes in Capels Monument And her immortall parts with Angels dwell Pardon me Sir that am the Messenger of such bad â—idingâ— Rom Is it euen so then I deâ—e my Starres Goe get me incke and paper hyre
heere slaine whom Romeos hand did slay Romeo who spake him fayre bid him bethinke How nice the quarrell was But Tibalt still persisting in his wrong The stout Mercutio drewe to calme the storme Which Romeo seeing cal'd stay Gentlemen And on me cry'd who drew to part their strife And with his agill arme yong Romeo As fast as tung cry depeace sought peace to make While they were enterchanging thrusts and blows Vnder yong Romeos laboring arme to part The furious Tybalt cast an enuious thrust That rid the life of stout Merâ—utio With that he fled but presently return'd And with his rapier braued Romeo That had but newly entertain'd reuenge And ere I could draw forth my rapyer To part their furie downe did Tybalt fall And this way Romeo fled Mâ— He is a Moâ—â—tagew and speakes partiall Some twentie of them fought in this blacke strife And all those twenty could but kill one life I doo intreate sweete Prince thou lt iustice giue Romeo slew Tybalâ— Romeo may not liue Prin And for that offence Immediately we doo â—xile him hence I haue an interest in your hates proceeding My blood for your rude braules doth lye a bleeding But I le amerce you with so large a fine That you shall all repent the losse of mine I will be deafe to pleading and excuses Nor teares nor prayers shall purchase for abuses Pittie shall dwell and gouerne with vs still Mercie to all but murdrers pardoning none that kill Exeunt omnes Enter Iuliet Iul Gallop apace you fierie footed steedes To Phoebus mansion such a Waggoner As Phaeton would quickly bring you thether And send in cloudie night immediately Enter Nurse wringing her hands with the ladder of cordes in her lap But how now Nurse O Lord why lookst thou sad What haâ—t thou there the cordes Nur I I the cordes alacke we are vndone We are vndone Ladie we are vndone Iul What diuell art thou that torments me thus Nurs Alack the day hee s dead hee s dead hee s dead Iul This torture should be roard in dismall hell Can heauens be so enuious Nur Romeo can if heauens cannot I saw the wound I saw it with mine eyes God saue the sample on his manly breast A bloodie coarse a piteous bloodie coarse All pale as ashes I swounded at the sight Iul Ah Romeo Romeo what disaster hap Hath seuerd thee from thy true Iuliet Ah why shouâ—d Heauen so much conspire with Woe Or Fate enuie our happâ—e Marriage So soone to sunder vs by timelesse Death Nur O Tybalt Tybalt the best frend I had O honest Tybalt curteous Gentleman Iul What storme is this that blowes so contrarie Is Tybalâ— dead and Romeo murdered My deare loude cousen and my dearest Lord. Then let the â—rumpet sound a generall doome These two being dead then liuing is there none Nur Tybalt is dead and Romeo banished Romeo that murdred him is banished Iul Ah heauens did Romeos hand shed Tybalts blood Nur It did it did alacke the day it did Iul O serpents hate hid with a flowring face O painted sepâ—lcher including filth Was neuer booke containing so foule matter So fairâ—y bound Ah what meant Romeo Nur There is no truth no faith no honestie in men All false all faithles periurde all forsworne Shame come to Romeo Iul A blister on that tung he was not borne to shame Vpon his face Shame is ashamde to sit But wherefore vâ—llaine didst thou kill my Cousen That villaine Cousen would haue kild my husband All this is comfort But there yet remaines VVorse than his death which faine I would forget But â—h it presseth to my memorie Romeo is banished Ah that word Banished Is worse than death Romeo is banished Is Father Mother Tybalt Iuliet All kiâ—ld all slaine all dead all banished Where are my Father and my Mother Nurse Nur VVeeping and wayling ouer Tybalts coarse VVill you goe to them Iul I I when theirs are spent Mine shall â—â—e shed for Romeos banishment Nur Ladie your Romeo will be here to night I le to him he is hid at Laurence Cell Iul Doo so and beare this Ring to my true Knight And bid him come to take his last farewell Exeunt Enter Frier Fr Romeo come forth come forth thou fearfull man Affliction is enamourd on thy parts And thou art wedded to Calamitie Enter Romeo Rom Father what newes what is the Princes doome VVhat Sorrow craues acquaintance at our hands VVhich yet we know not Fr Too familiar Is my yong sonne with such fowre companie I bring thee tidings of the Princes doome Rom VVhat lesâ—e than doomes day is the Princes doome Fr A gentler iudgement vanisht from his lips Not bodies death but bodies banishment Rom Ha Banished be mercifull say death For Exile hath more terror in his lookes Than death it selfe doo not say Banishment Fr Hence from Verona art thou banished Be patient for the world is broad and wide Rom There is no world without Verona walls But purgatorie torture hell it selfe Hence banished is banisht from the world And world exilde is death Calling death banishment Thou cutst my head off with a golden axe And smilest vpon the stroke that murders me Fr Oh monstrous sinne O rude vnthankfulnes Thy fault our law calls death but the milde Prince Taking thy part hath rushd aside the law And â—urnd that blacke word death to banishment This is meere mercie and thou seest it not Rom T is torture and not mercie heauen is heero Where Iuliet liues and eueâ—ie cat and dog And little mouse euerie vnworthie thing â—iue here in heauen and may looke on her But Romeo may not More validitie More honourable state more courtship liues In carrion flyes than Romeo they may seaze On the white wonder of faire Iuliets skinne And steale immortall kisses from her lipâ— But Romeo may not he is banished â—lies may doo this but I from this must flye Oh Father hadst thou no strong poyson mixt No sharpe ground knife no present meane of death Though nere so meane but banishment To torture me withall ah banished O Frier the damned vse that word in hell Howlâ—ng attends it How hadst thou the heart Being a Diuine a ghostly Confessor A sinne absoâ—uer and my frend profest To mangle me with that word Banishment Fr Thou fond mad man heare me but speake a word Rom O thou wilt talke againe of Banishment Fr I le giue thee armour to beare off this word Aduersities sweete milke philosophie To comfort thee though thou be banished Rom Yet Banished hang vp philosophie Vnlesse philosophie can make a Iuliet Displant a Towne reuerse a Princes doome It hâ—lpes not it preuâ—iles not talke no more Fr O now I see that madmen haue no eares Rom How should they when that wise men haue no eyes Fr Let me dispute with thee of thy estate Rom Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feele Wert thou as young as I Iuliet thy Loue An houre but married Tybalt murdred Doting like me and like