Romeo and Iuliet.
Enter 2. Seruing-men of the Capolets.
GRegorie, of my word Ile carrie no coales.
2 No, for if you doo, you should be a Collier.
1 If I be in choler, Ile draw.
2 Euer while you liue, drawe your necke out of the
the collar.
1 I strike quickly being moou'd. [10]
2 I, but you are not quickly moou'd to strike.
1 A Dog of the house of the Mountagues moues me.
2 To mooue is to stirre, and to bee valiant is to stand
to it: therefore (of my word) if thou be mooud thou't
runne away.
1 There's not a man of them I meete, but Ile take
the wall of.
2 That shewes thee a weakling, for the weakest goes
to the wall.
1 Thats true, therefore Ile thrust the men from the
wall, and thrust the maids to the walls: nay, thou shalt
see I am a tall peece of flesh.
2 Tis well thou art not fish, for if thou wert thou
wouldst be but poor Iohn.
1 Ile play the tyrant, Ile first begin with the maids, &
off with their heads.
2 The heads of the maids?
1 I the heades of their Maides, or the Maidenheades,
take it in what sence thou wilt.
2 Nay let them take it in sence that feele it, but heere [30]
comes two of the Mountagues.
Enter two Seruingmen of the Mountagues.
1 Nay, feare not me I warrant thee.
2 I feare them no more than thee, but draw. [40]
1 Nay let vs haue the law on our side, let them begin
first. Ile tell thee what Ile doo, as I goe by ile bite my
thumbe, which is disgrace enough if they suffer it.
2 Content, goe thou by and bite thy thumbe, and ile
come after and frowne.
1 Moun: Doo you bite your thumbe at vs?
1 I bite my thumbe. [50]
2 Moun: I but i'st at vs?
1 I bite my thumbe, is the law on our side?
2 No.
1 I bite my thumbe. [50]
1 Moun: I but i'st at vs? Enter Beneuolio.
2 Say I, here comes my Masters kinsman.
They draw, to them enters Tybalt, they fight, to them the [60]
Prince, old Mountague, and his wife, old Capulet and
his wife, and other Citizens and part them.
Prince: Rebellious subiects enemies to peace,
On paine of torture, from those bloody handes
Throw your mistempered weapons to the ground.
Three Ciuell brawles bred of an airie word,
By the old Capulet and Mountague,
Haue thrice disturbd the quiet of our streets.
If euer you disturbe our streets againe,
Your liues shall pay the ransome of your fault:
For this time euery man depart in peace. [100]
Come Capulet come you along with me,
and Mouutague, come you this after noone,
To know our farther pleasure in this case,
To old free Towne our common iudgement place,
Once more on paine of death each man depart.
Exeunt
M: wife. Who set this auncient quarrell first abroach?
Speake Nephew, were you by when it began?
Benuo: Here were the seruants of your aduersaries,
And yours close fighting ere I did approch.
VVife: Ah where is Romeo, saw you him to day?
Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
Ben: Madame, an houre before the worshipt sunne [120]
Peept through the golden window of the East,
A troubled thought drew me from companie:
Where vnderneath the groue Sicamoure,
That Westward rooteth from the Citties side,
So early walking might I see your sonne.
I drew towards him, but he was ware of me,
And drew into the thicket of the wood:
I noting his affections by mine owne,
That most are busied when th'are most alone,
Pursued my honor, not pursuing his.
Moun: Black and portentious must this honor proue,
Vnlesse good counsaile doo the cause remooue.
Ben: Why tell me Vncle do you know the cause?
Enter Romeo
Moun: I neyther know it nor can learne of him.
Ben: See where he is, but stand you both aside,
Ile know his grieuance, or be much denied. [160]
Mount: I would thou wert so happie by thy stay
To heare true shrift. Come Madame lets away.
Benuo: Good morrow Cosen.
Romeo: Is the day so young?
Ben: But new stroke nine.
Romeo: Ay me, sad hopes seeme long.
Was that my Father that went hence so fast?
Ben: It was, what sorrow lengthens Romeos houres?
Rom: Not hauing that, which hauing makes them
Ben: In loue. (short. [170]
Ro: Out.
Ben: Of loue.
Ro: Out of her fauor where I am in loue.
Ben: Alas that loue so gentle in her view,
Should be so tyrranous and rough in proofe.
Ro: Alas that loue whose view is muffled still,
Should without lawes giue path-waies to our will:
Where shall we dine? Gods me, what fray was here?
Yet tell me not for I haue heard it all,
Heres much to doe with hate, but more with loue. [180]
Why then, O brawling loue, O louing hate,
O anie thing, of nothing first create!
O heauie lightnes serious vanitie!
Mishapen Caos of best seeming thinges,
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sicke health,
Still waking sleepe, that is not what it is:
This loue feele I, which feele no loue in this.
Doest thou not laugh?
Ben: No Cose I rather weepe.
Rom: Good hart at what? [190]
Ben: At thy good hearts oppression.
Ro: Why such is loues transgression,
Griefes of mine owne lie heauie at my hart,
Which thou wouldst propagate to haue them prest
With more of thine, this griefe that thou hast showne,
Doth ad more griefe to too much of mine owne:
Loue is a smoke raisde with the fume of sighes
Being purgde, a fire sparkling in louers eyes:
Being vext, a sea raging with a louers teares.
What is it else? A madnes most discreet, [200]
A choking gall, and a preseruing sweet. Farewell Cose.
Ben: Nay Ile goe along.
And if you hinder me you doo me wrong.
Ro: Tut I haue lost my selfe I am not here,
This is not Romeo, hee's some other where.
Ben: Tell me in sadnes whome she is you loue?
Ro: What shall I grone and tell thee?
Ben: Why no, but sadly tell me who.
Ro: Bid a sickman in sadnes make his will. [210]
Ah word ill vrgde to one that is so ill.
In sadnes Cosen I doo loue a woman.
Ben: I aimde so right, when as you said you lou'd.
Ro: A right good mark man, and shee's faire I loue.
Ben: A right faire marke faire Cose is soonest hit.
Ro: But in that hit you misse, shee'le not be hit
With Cupids arrow, she hath Dianaes wit,
And in strong proofe of chastitie well arm'd:
Gainst Cupids childish bow she liues vnharm'd,
Shee'le not abide the siedge of louing tearmes, [220]
Nor ope her lap to Saint seducing gold,
Ah she is rich in beautie, only poore,
That when she dies with beautie dies her store. Exeu.
[Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 1) 1.2]Enter Countie Paris, old Capulet.
Of honorable reckoning are they both,
And pittie tis they liue at ods so long :
But leauing that, what say you to my sute?
Capu: What should I say more than I said before,
My daughter is a stranger in the world,
Shee hath not yet attainde to fourteene yeares :
Let two more sommers wither in their pride,
Before she can be thought fit for a Bride.
Paris: Younger than she are happie mothers made.
Cap: But too soone marde are these so early maried: [260]
But wooe her gentle Paris, get her heart,
My word to her consent is but a part.
This night I hold an old accustom'd Feast,
Whereto I haue inuited many a guest,
Such as I loue: yet you among the store,
One more most welcome makes the number more. [270]
At my poore house you shall behold this night,
Earth treadding stars, that make darke heauen light :
Such comfort as doo lusty youngmen feele,
When well apparaild Aprill on the heele
Of lumping winter treads, euen such delights
Amongst fresh female buds shall you this night
Inherit at my house, heare all, all see,
And like her most, whose merite most shalbe.
Such amongst view of many myne beeing one,
May stand in number through in reckoning none. [280]
Enter Seruingman.
Where are you sirra, goe trudge about
Through faire Verona streets, and seeke them out :
Whose names are written here and to them say,
My house and welcome at their pleasure stay.
Exeunt.
Ser: Seeke them out whose names are written here,
and yet I knowe not who are written here: I must to [290]
the learned to learne of them, that's as much to say, as
the Taylor must meddle with his Laste, the Shoomaker
with his needle, the Painter with his nets, and the Fisher
with his Pensill, I must to the learned.
Enter Benuolio and Romeo.
Ben: Tut man one fire burnes out anothers burning,
One paine is lessned with anothers anguish:
Turne backward, and be holp with backward turning,
One desperate griefe cures with anothers languish.
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
And the ranke poyson of the old will die.
Romeo: Your Planton leafe is excellent for that.
Ben: For what? [300]
Romeo: For your broken shin.
Ben: Why Romeo art thou mad?
Rom: Not mad, but bound more than a mad man is.
Shut vp in prison, kept without my foode,
Whipt and tormented, and Godden good fellow.
Ser: Godgigoden, I pray sir can you read,
Rom: I mine owne fortune in my miserie.
Ser: Perhaps you haue learned it without booke:
but I pray can you read any thing you see?
Rom: I if I know the letters and the language. [310]
Seru: Yee say honestly, rest you merrie.
Rom: Stay fellow I can read.
He reads the Letter.
SEigneur Martino and his wife and daughters, Countie
Anselme and his beauteous sisters, the Ladie widdow of
Vtruuio, Seigneur Placentio, and his louelie Neeces,
Mercutio and his brother Valentine, mine vncle Capu-
let his wife and daughters, my faire Neece Rosaline and
Liuia, Seigneur Valentio and his Cosen Tibalt, Lucio
and the liuelie Hellena.
A faire assembly, whether should they come? [320]
Ser: Vp.
Ro: Whether to supper?
Ser: To our house.
Ro: Whose house?
Ser: My Masters.
Ro: Indeed I should haue askt thee that before.
Ser: Now il'e tell you without asking. My Master is
the great rich Capulet, and if you be not of the house of
Mountagues, I pray come and crush a cup of wine. Rest
you merrie. [330]
Ben: At this fame auncient feast of Capulets,
Sups the faire Rosaline whom thou so loues :
With all the admired beauties of Verona,
Goe thither and with vnattainted eye,
Compare her face with some that I shall shew,
And I will make thee thinke thy swan a crow.
Ro: When the deuout religion of mine eye
Maintaines such falshood, then turne teares to fire,
And these who often drownde could neuer die,
Transparent Heretiques be burnt for liers. [340]
One fairer than my loue, the all seeing sonne
Nere saw her match, since first the world begun.
Ben: Tut you saw her faire none els being by,
Her selfe poysd with her selfe in either eye :
But in that Cristall scales let there be waide,
Your Ladyes loue, against some other maide
That I will shew you shining at this feast,
And she shall scant shew well that now seemes best.
Rom: Ile goe along no such sight to be showne,
But to reioyce in splendor of mine owne. [350]
[Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 1) 1.3]
Enter Capulets wife and Nurce.VVife: Nurce wher's my daughter call her forth to
mee.
Nurce : Now by my maiden head at twelue yeare old I
bad her come, what Lamb, what Ladie bird, God forbid.
VVher's this girle? what Iuliet. Enter Iuliet.
Iuliet: How now who cals?
Nurce : Your Mother.
Iul: Madame I am here, what is your will?
VV: This is the matter. Nurse giue leaue a while, we [360]
must talke in secret. Nurce come back again I haue re-
membred me, thou'se heare our counsaile. Thou know
est my daughters of a prettie age.
Nurse : Faith I can tell her age vnto a houre.
VVife: Shee's not fourteene.
Nnrse : Ile lay fourteene of my teeth, and yet to my
teene be it spoken, I haue but foure, shee's not fourteene.
How long is it now to Lammas-tide?
VVife: A fortnight and odde dayes. [370]
Nurce : Euen or odde, of all dayes in the yeare come
Lammas Eue at night shall she be fourteene. Susan and she
God rest all Christian soules were of an age. VVell Susan is
with God, she was too good for me: But as I said on Lam-
mas Eue at night shall she be fourteene, that shall shee ma-
rie I remember it well. Tis since the Earth-quake nowe e-
leauen yeares, and she was weand I neuer shall forget it, of
all the daies of the yeare vpon that day: for I had then laid
wormewood to my dug, sitting in the sun vnder the Doue-
housewall. My Lord and you were then at Mantua, nay I [380]
do beare a braine: But as I said, when it did tast the worm-
wood on the nipple of my dug, & felt it bitter, pretty foole
to see it teachie and fall out with Dugge. Shake quoth the
Doue-house twas no need I trow to bid me trudge, and since
that time it is a leauen yeare: for then could Iuliet stande
high lone, nay by the Roode, shee could haue wadled vp and
downe, for euen the day before shee brake her brow, and then
my husband God be with his soule, hee was a merrie man:
Dost thou fall forward Iuliet? thou wilt fall backward when [390]
thou hast more wit: wilt thou not Iuliet? and by my holli-
dam, the pretty foole left crying and said I. To see how a
ieast shall come about, I warrant you if I should liue a hun-
dred yeare, I never should forget it, wilt thou not Iuliet?
and by my troth she stinted and cried I.
Iuliet: And stint thou too, I prethee Nurce say I.
Nurce : VVell goe thy waies, God marke thee for his
grace, thou wert the prettiest Babe that euer I nurst, might
I but liue to see thee married once, I haue my wish.
VVife: And that same marriage Nurce, is the Theame
I meant to talke of : Tell me Iuliet, how stand you af- [410]
fected to be married :
Iul: It is an honor that I dreame not off.
Nurce : An honor! were not I thy onely Nurce, I
would say thou hadst suckt wisedome from thy Teat.
VVife: Well girle, the Noble Countie Paris seekes [420]
thee for his Wife.
Nurce : A man young Ladie, Ladie such a man as all
the world, why he is a man of waxe.
VVife: Veronaes Summer hath not such a flower
Nurce : Nay he is a flower, in faith a very flower.
VVife: Well Iuliet, how like you of Paris loue.
Iuliet: Ile looke to like, if looking liking moue,
But no more deepe will I engage mine eye,
Then your consent giues strength to make it flie.
Enter Clowne.
Clowne : Maddam you are cald for, supper is readie
the Nurce curst in the Pantrie, all thinges in extreamitie,
make hast for I must be gone to waite.
[Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 1) 1.4]
Enter Maskers with Romeo and a Page.
Ro: What shall this speech bee spoke for our excuse?
Or shall we on without Apologie.
Benuoleo: The date is out of such prolixitie
Weele haue no Cupid hudwinckt with a Scarfe,
Bearing a Tartars painted bow of lath, [460]
Scaring the Ladies like a crow-keeper :
Nor no without booke Prologue faintly spoke
After the Prompter, for our entrance.
But let them measure vs by what they will;
Weele measure them a measure and be gone.
Rom: A torch for me I am not for this aumbling,
Beeing but heauie I will beare the light.
Mer: Beleeue me Romeo I must haue you daunce.
Rom: Not I beleeue me you haue dancing shooes
With nimble soles, I have a soule of lead
So stakes me to the ground I cannot stirre.
Mer: Giue me a case to put my visage in,
A visor for a visor, what care I
What curious eye doth coate deformitie.
Rom: Giue me a Torch, let wantons light of hart
Tickle the senceles rushes with their heeles :
For I am prouerbd with a Grandsire phrase, [490]
Ile be a candleholder and looke on,
The game was nere so faire and I am done.
Mer: Tut dun's the mouse, the Cunstables old word,
If thou beest Dun, weele draw thee from the mire
Of this surreuerence loue wherein thou stickst.
Leaue this talke, we burne daylight here.
Rom: Nay thats not so. Mer: I meane sir in delay,
We burne our lights by night, like Lampes by day,
Take our good meaning for our iudgement fits [500]
Three times a day, ere once in her right wits.
Rom: So we meane well by going to this maske:
But tis no wit to goe.
Mer: Why Romeo may one aske?
Rom: I dreamt a dreame tonight.
Mer: And so did I. Rom: Why what was yours!
Mer: That dreamers often lie. ((true.
Rom: In bed a sleepe while they doe dreame things
Mer: Ah then I see Queene Mab hath bin with you. [510]
Ben: Queene Mab whats she?
She is the Fairies Midwife and doth come
In shape no bigger than an Aggat stone
On the forefinger of a Burgomaster,
Drawne with a teeme of little Atomi,
A thwart mens noses when they lie a sleepe.
Her waggon spokes are made of spinners webs,
The couer, of the winges of Grashoppers,
The traces are the Moone-shine watrie beames,
The collers crickets bones, the lash of filmes,
Her waggoner is a small gray coated flie,
Not halfe so big as is a little worme,
Pickt from the lasie finger of a maide,
And in this sort she gallops vp and downe
Through Louers braines, and then they dream of loue:
O're Courtiers knees : who strait on cursies dreame
O're Ladies lips, who dreame on kisses strait :
Which oft the angrie Mab with blisters plagues,
Because their breathes with sweet meats tainted are :
Sometimes she gallops ore a Lawers lap,
And then dreames he of smelling out a sute,
And sometime comes she with a tithe pigs taile, [530]
Tickling a Parsons nose that lies a sleepe,
And then dreames he of another benefice :
Sometime she gallops ore a souldiers nose,
And then dreames he of cutting forraine throats,
Of breaches ambuscados, countermines,
Of healthes fiue fadome deepe, and then anon
Drums in his eare : at which he startes and wakes,
And sweares a Praier or two and sleepes againe.
This is that Mab that makes maids lie on their backes,
And proues them women of good cariage. ((the night,
This is the verie Mab that plats the manes of Horses in
And plats the Elfelocks in foule sluttish haire,
Which once vntangled much misfortune breedes.
Rom: Peace, peace, thou talkst of nothing.
Mer: True I talk of dreames,
Which are the Chi dren of an idle braine,
Begot of nothing but vaine fantasie,
Which is as thinne a substance as the aire, [550]
And more inconstant than the winde,
Which wooes euen now the frosê bowels of the north,
And being angred puffes away in haste,
Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. ((selues.
Ben: Come, come, this winde doth blow vs from our
Supper is done and we shall come too late.
Ro: I feare too earlie, for my minde misgiues
Some consequence is hanging in the stars,
Which bitterly begins his fearefull date
With this nights reuels, and expiers the terme [560]
Of a dispised life, closde in this breast,
By some vntimelie forfet of vile death :
But he that hath the steerage of my course
Directs my saile, on lustie Gentlemen.
[Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 1) 1.5]
Enter old Capulet with the Ladies.
Enter 2. Seruing-men of the Capolets.
GRegorie, of my word Ile carrie no coales.
2 No, for if you doo, you should be a Collier.
1 If I be in choler, Ile draw.
2 Euer while you liue, drawe your necke out of the
the collar.
1 I strike quickly being moou'd. [10]
2 I, but you are not quickly moou'd to strike.
1 A Dog of the house of the Mountagues moues me.
2 To mooue is to stirre, and to bee valiant is to stand
to it: therefore (of my word) if thou be mooud thou't
runne away.
1 There's not a man of them I meete, but Ile take
the wall of.
2 That shewes thee a weakling, for the weakest goes
to the wall.
1 Thats true, therefore Ile thrust the men from the
wall, and thrust the maids to the walls: nay, thou shalt
see I am a tall peece of flesh.
2 Tis well thou art not fish, for if thou wert thou
wouldst be but poor Iohn.
1 Ile play the tyrant, Ile first begin with the maids, &
off with their heads.
2 The heads of the maids?
1 I the heades of their Maides, or the Maidenheades,
take it in what sence thou wilt.
2 Nay let them take it in sence that feele it, but heere [30]
comes two of the Mountagues.
Enter two Seruingmen of the Mountagues.
1 Nay, feare not me I warrant thee.
2 I feare them no more than thee, but draw. [40]
1 Nay let vs haue the law on our side, let them begin
first. Ile tell thee what Ile doo, as I goe by ile bite my
thumbe, which is disgrace enough if they suffer it.
2 Content, goe thou by and bite thy thumbe, and ile
come after and frowne.
1 Moun: Doo you bite your thumbe at vs?
1 I bite my thumbe. [50]
2 Moun: I but i'st at vs?
1 I bite my thumbe, is the law on our side?
2 No.
1 I bite my thumbe. [50]
1 Moun: I but i'st at vs? Enter Beneuolio.
2 Say I, here comes my Masters kinsman.
They draw, to them enters Tybalt, they fight, to them the [60]
Prince, old Mountague, and his wife, old Capulet and
his wife, and other Citizens and part them.
Prince: Rebellious subiects enemies to peace,
On paine of torture, from those bloody handes
Throw your mistempered weapons to the ground.
Three Ciuell brawles bred of an airie word,
By the old Capulet and Mountague,
Haue thrice disturbd the quiet of our streets.
If euer you disturbe our streets againe,
Your liues shall pay the ransome of your fault:
For this time euery man depart in peace. [100]
Come Capulet come you along with me,
and Mouutague, come you this after noone,
To know our farther pleasure in this case,
To old free Towne our common iudgement place,
Once more on paine of death each man depart.
Exeunt
M: wife. Who set this auncient quarrell first abroach?
Speake Nephew, were you by when it began?
Benuo: Here were the seruants of your aduersaries,
And yours close fighting ere I did approch.
VVife: Ah where is Romeo, saw you him to day?
Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
Ben: Madame, an houre before the worshipt sunne [120]
Peept through the golden window of the East,
A troubled thought drew me from companie:
Where vnderneath the groue Sicamoure,
That Westward rooteth from the Citties side,
So early walking might I see your sonne.
I drew towards him, but he was ware of me,
And drew into the thicket of the wood:
I noting his affections by mine owne,
That most are busied when th'are most alone,
Pursued my honor, not pursuing his.
Moun: Black and portentious must this honor proue,
Vnlesse good counsaile doo the cause remooue.
Ben: Why tell me Vncle do you know the cause?
Enter Romeo
Moun: I neyther know it nor can learne of him.
Ben: See where he is, but stand you both aside,
Ile know his grieuance, or be much denied. [160]
Mount: I would thou wert so happie by thy stay
To heare true shrift. Come Madame lets away.
Benuo: Good morrow Cosen.
Romeo: Is the day so young?
Ben: But new stroke nine.
Romeo: Ay me, sad hopes seeme long.
Was that my Father that went hence so fast?
Ben: It was, what sorrow lengthens Romeos houres?
Rom: Not hauing that, which hauing makes them
Ben: In loue. (short. [170]
Ro: Out.
Ben: Of loue.
Ro: Out of her fauor where I am in loue.
Ben: Alas that loue so gentle in her view,
Should be so tyrranous and rough in proofe.
Ro: Alas that loue whose view is muffled still,
Should without lawes giue path-waies to our will:
Where shall we dine? Gods me, what fray was here?
Yet tell me not for I haue heard it all,
Heres much to doe with hate, but more with loue. [180]
Why then, O brawling loue, O louing hate,
O anie thing, of nothing first create!
O heauie lightnes serious vanitie!
Mishapen Caos of best seeming thinges,
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sicke health,
Still waking sleepe, that is not what it is:
This loue feele I, which feele no loue in this.
Doest thou not laugh?
Ben: No Cose I rather weepe.
Rom: Good hart at what? [190]
Ben: At thy good hearts oppression.
Ro: Why such is loues transgression,
Griefes of mine owne lie heauie at my hart,
Which thou wouldst propagate to haue them prest
With more of thine, this griefe that thou hast showne,
Doth ad more griefe to too much of mine owne:
Loue is a smoke raisde with the fume of sighes
Being purgde, a fire sparkling in louers eyes:
Being vext, a sea raging with a louers teares.
What is it else? A madnes most discreet, [200]
A choking gall, and a preseruing sweet. Farewell Cose.
Ben: Nay Ile goe along.
And if you hinder me you doo me wrong.
Ro: Tut I haue lost my selfe I am not here,
This is not Romeo, hee's some other where.
Ben: Tell me in sadnes whome she is you loue?
Ro: What shall I grone and tell thee?
Ben: Why no, but sadly tell me who.
Ro: Bid a sickman in sadnes make his will. [210]
Ah word ill vrgde to one that is so ill.
In sadnes Cosen I doo loue a woman.
Ben: I aimde so right, when as you said you lou'd.
Ro: A right good mark man, and shee's faire I loue.
Ben: A right faire marke faire Cose is soonest hit.
Ro: But in that hit you misse, shee'le not be hit
With Cupids arrow, she hath Dianaes wit,
And in strong proofe of chastitie well arm'd:
Gainst Cupids childish bow she liues vnharm'd,
Shee'le not abide the siedge of louing tearmes, [220]
Nor ope her lap to Saint seducing gold,
Ah she is rich in beautie, only poore,
That when she dies with beautie dies her store. Exeu.
[Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 1) 1.2]Enter Countie Paris, old Capulet.
Of honorable reckoning are they both,
And pittie tis they liue at ods so long :
But leauing that, what say you to my sute?
Capu: What should I say more than I said before,
My daughter is a stranger in the world,
Shee hath not yet attainde to fourteene yeares :
Let two more sommers wither in their pride,
Before she can be thought fit for a Bride.
Paris: Younger than she are happie mothers made.
Cap: But too soone marde are these so early maried: [260]
But wooe her gentle Paris, get her heart,
My word to her consent is but a part.
This night I hold an old accustom'd Feast,
Whereto I haue inuited many a guest,
Such as I loue: yet you among the store,
One more most welcome makes the number more. [270]
At my poore house you shall behold this night,
Earth treadding stars, that make darke heauen light :
Such comfort as doo lusty youngmen feele,
When well apparaild Aprill on the heele
Of lumping winter treads, euen such delights
Amongst fresh female buds shall you this night
Inherit at my house, heare all, all see,
And like her most, whose merite most shalbe.
Such amongst view of many myne beeing one,
May stand in number through in reckoning none. [280]
Enter Seruingman.
Where are you sirra, goe trudge about
Through faire Verona streets, and seeke them out :
Whose names are written here and to them say,
My house and welcome at their pleasure stay.
Exeunt.
Ser: Seeke them out whose names are written here,
and yet I knowe not who are written here: I must to [290]
the learned to learne of them, that's as much to say, as
the Taylor must meddle with his Laste, the Shoomaker
with his needle, the Painter with his nets, and the Fisher
with his Pensill, I must to the learned.
Enter Benuolio and Romeo.
Ben: Tut man one fire burnes out anothers burning,
One paine is lessned with anothers anguish:
Turne backward, and be holp with backward turning,
One desperate griefe cures with anothers languish.
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
And the ranke poyson of the old will die.
Romeo: Your Planton leafe is excellent for that.
Ben: For what? [300]
Romeo: For your broken shin.
Ben: Why Romeo art thou mad?
Rom: Not mad, but bound more than a mad man is.
Shut vp in prison, kept without my foode,
Whipt and tormented, and Godden good fellow.
Ser: Godgigoden, I pray sir can you read,
Rom: I mine owne fortune in my miserie.
Ser: Perhaps you haue learned it without booke:
but I pray can you read any thing you see?
Rom: I if I know the letters and the language. [310]
Seru: Yee say honestly, rest you merrie.
Rom: Stay fellow I can read.
He reads the Letter.
SEigneur Martino and his wife and daughters, Countie
Anselme and his beauteous sisters, the Ladie widdow of
Vtruuio, Seigneur Placentio, and his louelie Neeces,
Mercutio and his brother Valentine, mine vncle Capu-
let his wife and daughters, my faire Neece Rosaline and
Liuia, Seigneur Valentio and his Cosen Tibalt, Lucio
and the liuelie Hellena.
A faire assembly, whether should they come? [320]
Ser: Vp.
Ro: Whether to supper?
Ser: To our house.
Ro: Whose house?
Ser: My Masters.
Ro: Indeed I should haue askt thee that before.
Ser: Now il'e tell you without asking. My Master is
the great rich Capulet, and if you be not of the house of
Mountagues, I pray come and crush a cup of wine. Rest
you merrie. [330]
Ben: At this fame auncient feast of Capulets,
Sups the faire Rosaline whom thou so loues :
With all the admired beauties of Verona,
Goe thither and with vnattainted eye,
Compare her face with some that I shall shew,
And I will make thee thinke thy swan a crow.
Ro: When the deuout religion of mine eye
Maintaines such falshood, then turne teares to fire,
And these who often drownde could neuer die,
Transparent Heretiques be burnt for liers. [340]
One fairer than my loue, the all seeing sonne
Nere saw her match, since first the world begun.
Ben: Tut you saw her faire none els being by,
Her selfe poysd with her selfe in either eye :
But in that Cristall scales let there be waide,
Your Ladyes loue, against some other maide
That I will shew you shining at this feast,
And she shall scant shew well that now seemes best.
Rom: Ile goe along no such sight to be showne,
But to reioyce in splendor of mine owne. [350]
[Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 1) 1.3]
Enter Capulets wife and Nurce.VVife: Nurce wher's my daughter call her forth to
mee.
Nurce : Now by my maiden head at twelue yeare old I
bad her come, what Lamb, what Ladie bird, God forbid.
VVher's this girle? what Iuliet. Enter Iuliet.
Iuliet: How now who cals?
Nurce : Your Mother.
Iul: Madame I am here, what is your will?
VV: This is the matter. Nurse giue leaue a while, we [360]
must talke in secret. Nurce come back again I haue re-
membred me, thou'se heare our counsaile. Thou know
est my daughters of a prettie age.
Nurse : Faith I can tell her age vnto a houre.
VVife: Shee's not fourteene.
Nnrse : Ile lay fourteene of my teeth, and yet to my
teene be it spoken, I haue but foure, shee's not fourteene.
How long is it now to Lammas-tide?
VVife: A fortnight and odde dayes. [370]
Nurce : Euen or odde, of all dayes in the yeare come
Lammas Eue at night shall she be fourteene. Susan and she
God rest all Christian soules were of an age. VVell Susan is
with God, she was too good for me: But as I said on Lam-
mas Eue at night shall she be fourteene, that shall shee ma-
rie I remember it well. Tis since the Earth-quake nowe e-
leauen yeares, and she was weand I neuer shall forget it, of
all the daies of the yeare vpon that day: for I had then laid
wormewood to my dug, sitting in the sun vnder the Doue-
housewall. My Lord and you were then at Mantua, nay I [380]
do beare a braine: But as I said, when it did tast the worm-
wood on the nipple of my dug, & felt it bitter, pretty foole
to see it teachie and fall out with Dugge. Shake quoth the
Doue-house twas no need I trow to bid me trudge, and since
that time it is a leauen yeare: for then could Iuliet stande
high lone, nay by the Roode, shee could haue wadled vp and
downe, for euen the day before shee brake her brow, and then
my husband God be with his soule, hee was a merrie man:
Dost thou fall forward Iuliet? thou wilt fall backward when [390]
thou hast more wit: wilt thou not Iuliet? and by my holli-
dam, the pretty foole left crying and said I. To see how a
ieast shall come about, I warrant you if I should liue a hun-
dred yeare, I never should forget it, wilt thou not Iuliet?
and by my troth she stinted and cried I.
Iuliet: And stint thou too, I prethee Nurce say I.
Nurce : VVell goe thy waies, God marke thee for his
grace, thou wert the prettiest Babe that euer I nurst, might
I but liue to see thee married once, I haue my wish.
VVife: And that same marriage Nurce, is the Theame
I meant to talke of : Tell me Iuliet, how stand you af- [410]
fected to be married :
Iul: It is an honor that I dreame not off.
Nurce : An honor! were not I thy onely Nurce, I
would say thou hadst suckt wisedome from thy Teat.
VVife: Well girle, the Noble Countie Paris seekes [420]
thee for his Wife.
Nurce : A man young Ladie, Ladie such a man as all
the world, why he is a man of waxe.
VVife: Veronaes Summer hath not such a flower
Nurce : Nay he is a flower, in faith a very flower.
VVife: Well Iuliet, how like you of Paris loue.
Iuliet: Ile looke to like, if looking liking moue,
But no more deepe will I engage mine eye,
Then your consent giues strength to make it flie.
Enter Clowne.
Clowne : Maddam you are cald for, supper is readie
the Nurce curst in the Pantrie, all thinges in extreamitie,
make hast for I must be gone to waite.
[Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 1) 1.4]
Enter Maskers with Romeo and a Page.
Ro: What shall this speech bee spoke for our excuse?
Or shall we on without Apologie.
Benuoleo: The date is out of such prolixitie
Weele haue no Cupid hudwinckt with a Scarfe,
Bearing a Tartars painted bow of lath, [460]
Scaring the Ladies like a crow-keeper :
Nor no without booke Prologue faintly spoke
After the Prompter, for our entrance.
But let them measure vs by what they will;
Weele measure them a measure and be gone.
Rom: A torch for me I am not for this aumbling,
Beeing but heauie I will beare the light.
Mer: Beleeue me Romeo I must haue you daunce.
Rom: Not I beleeue me you haue dancing shooes
With nimble soles, I have a soule of lead
So stakes me to the ground I cannot stirre.
Mer: Giue me a case to put my visage in,
A visor for a visor, what care I
What curious eye doth coate deformitie.
Rom: Giue me a Torch, let wantons light of hart
Tickle the senceles rushes with their heeles :
For I am prouerbd with a Grandsire phrase, [490]
Ile be a candleholder and looke on,
The game was nere so faire and I am done.
Mer: Tut dun's the mouse, the Cunstables old word,
If thou beest Dun, weele draw thee from the mire
Of this surreuerence loue wherein thou stickst.
Leaue this talke, we burne daylight here.
Rom: Nay thats not so. Mer: I meane sir in delay,
We burne our lights by night, like Lampes by day,
Take our good meaning for our iudgement fits [500]
Three times a day, ere once in her right wits.
Rom: So we meane well by going to this maske:
But tis no wit to goe.
Mer: Why Romeo may one aske?
Rom: I dreamt a dreame tonight.
Mer: And so did I. Rom: Why what was yours!
Mer: That dreamers often lie. ((true.
Rom: In bed a sleepe while they doe dreame things
Mer: Ah then I see Queene Mab hath bin with you. [510]
Ben: Queene Mab whats she?
She is the Fairies Midwife and doth come
In shape no bigger than an Aggat stone
On the forefinger of a Burgomaster,
Drawne with a teeme of little Atomi,
A thwart mens noses when they lie a sleepe.
Her waggon spokes are made of spinners webs,
The couer, of the winges of Grashoppers,
The traces are the Moone-shine watrie beames,
The collers crickets bones, the lash of filmes,
Her waggoner is a small gray coated flie,
Not halfe so big as is a little worme,
Pickt from the lasie finger of a maide,
And in this sort she gallops vp and downe
Through Louers braines, and then they dream of loue:
O're Courtiers knees : who strait on cursies dreame
O're Ladies lips, who dreame on kisses strait :
Which oft the angrie Mab with blisters plagues,
Because their breathes with sweet meats tainted are :
Sometimes she gallops ore a Lawers lap,
And then dreames he of smelling out a sute,
And sometime comes she with a tithe pigs taile, [530]
Tickling a Parsons nose that lies a sleepe,
And then dreames he of another benefice :
Sometime she gallops ore a souldiers nose,
And then dreames he of cutting forraine throats,
Of breaches ambuscados, countermines,
Of healthes fiue fadome deepe, and then anon
Drums in his eare : at which he startes and wakes,
And sweares a Praier or two and sleepes againe.
This is that Mab that makes maids lie on their backes,
And proues them women of good cariage. ((the night,
This is the verie Mab that plats the manes of Horses in
And plats the Elfelocks in foule sluttish haire,
Which once vntangled much misfortune breedes.
Rom: Peace, peace, thou talkst of nothing.
Mer: True I talk of dreames,
Which are the Chi dren of an idle braine,
Begot of nothing but vaine fantasie,
Which is as thinne a substance as the aire, [550]
And more inconstant than the winde,
Which wooes euen now the frosê bowels of the north,
And being angred puffes away in haste,
Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. ((selues.
Ben: Come, come, this winde doth blow vs from our
Supper is done and we shall come too late.
Ro: I feare too earlie, for my minde misgiues
Some consequence is hanging in the stars,
Which bitterly begins his fearefull date
With this nights reuels, and expiers the terme [560]
Of a dispised life, closde in this breast,
By some vntimelie forfet of vile death :
But he that hath the steerage of my course
Directs my saile, on lustie Gentlemen.
[Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 1) 1.5]
Enter old Capulet with the Ladies.
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