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Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE and PARIS
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Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE and PARIS
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FRIAR LAWRENCE On Thursday, sir? The time is very short.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE On Thursday, sir? The time is very short.
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PARIS My father Capulet will have it so,
And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.
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PARIS My father Capulet will have it so,
And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE You say you do not know the lady’s mind.
5 Uneven is the course. I like it not.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE You say you do not know the lady’s mind.
Uneven is the course. I like it not.
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PARIS Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death,
And therefore have I little talked of love,
For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
10 That she do give her sorrow so much sway,
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.
15 Now do you know the reason of this haste.
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PARIS Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death,
And therefore have I little talked of love,
For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
That she do give her sorrow so much sway,
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.
Now do you know the reason of this haste.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE (aside) I would I knew not why it should be slowed.—
Look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE (aside) I would I knew not why it should be slowed.—
Look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell.
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Enter JULIET
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Enter JULIET
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PARIS Happily met, my lady and my wife.
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PARIS Happily met, my lady and my wife.
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JULIET That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
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JULIET That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
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JULIET What must be shall be.
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JULIET What must be shall be.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE That’s a certain text.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE That’s a certain text.
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PARIS Come you to make confession to this Father?
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PARIS Come you to make confession to this Father?
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JULIET To answer that, I should confess to you.
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JULIET To answer that, I should confess to you.
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PARIS 25 Do not deny to him that you love me.
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PARIS Do not deny to him that you love me.
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JULIET I will confess to you that I love him.
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JULIET I will confess to you that I love him.
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PARIS So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.
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PARIS So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.
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JULIET If I do so, it will be of more price
Being spoke behind your back than to your face.
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JULIET If I do so, it will be of more price
Being spoke behind your back than to your face.
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PARIS 30 Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.
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PARIS Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.
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JULIET The tears have got small victory by that,
For it was bad enough before their spite.
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JULIET The tears have got small victory by that,
For it was bad enough before their spite.
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PARIS Thou wrong’st it more than tears with that report.
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PARIS Thou wrong’st it more than tears with that report.
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JULIET That is no slander, sir, which is a truth,
35 And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
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JULIET That is no slander, sir, which is a truth,
And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
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PARIS Thy face is mine, and thou hast slandered it.
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PARIS Thy face is mine, and thou hast slandered it.
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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?
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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?
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FRIAR LAWRENCE 40 My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.—
My lord, we must entreat the time alone.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.—
My lord, we must entreat the time alone.
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PARIS God shield I should disturb devotion!—
Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye.
(kisses her) Till then, adieu, and keep this holy kiss.
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PARIS God shield I should disturb devotion!—
Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye.
(kisses her) Till then, adieu, and keep this holy kiss.
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Exit PARIS
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Exit PARIS
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JULIET 45 O, shut the door! And when thou hast done so,
Come weep with me, past hope, past cure, past help.
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JULIET O, shut the door! And when thou hast done so,
Come weep with me, past hope, past cure, past help.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE O Juliet, I already know thy grief.
It strains me past the compass of my wits.
I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,
50 On Thursday next be married to this county.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE O 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.
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JULIET Tell me not, Friar, that thou hear’st of this,
Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it.
If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help,
Do thou but call my resolution wise,
55 And with this knife I’ll help it presently.
(shows him a knife)
God joined my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands.
And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo sealed,
Shall be the label to another deed,
60 Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
Turn to another, this shall slay them both.
Therefore out of thy long-experienced time,
Give me some present counsel, or, behold,
'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
65 Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that
Which the commission of thy years and art
Could to no issue of true honor bring.
Be not so long to speak. I long to die
If what thou speak’st speak not of remedy.
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JULIET Tell me not, Friar, that thou hear’st of this,
Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it.
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.
(shows him a knife)
God joined my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands.
And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo sealed,
Shall be the label to another deed,
Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
Turn to another, this shall slay them both.
Therefore out of thy long-experienced time,
Give me some present counsel, or, behold,
'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that
Which the commission of thy years and art
Could to no issue of true honor bring.
Be not so long to speak. I long to die
If what thou speak’st speak not of remedy.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE 70 Hold, daughter. I do spy a kind of hope,
Which craves as desperate an execution
As that is desperate which we would prevent.
If, rather than to marry County Paris,
Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,
75 Then is it likely thou wilt undertake
A thing like death to chide away this shame,
That copest with death himself to ’scape from it.
An if thou darest, I’ll give thee remedy.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE Hold, daughter. I do spy a kind of hope,
Which craves as desperate an execution
As that is desperate which we would prevent.
If, rather than to marry County Paris,
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 copest with death himself to ’scape from it.
An if thou darest, I’ll give thee remedy.
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JULIET O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
80 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'ercovered quite with dead men’s rattling bones,
85 With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;
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,
90 To live an unstained wife to my sweet love.
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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'ercovered quite with dead men’s rattling bones,
With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;
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 unstained wife to my sweet love.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE Hold, then. Go home, be merry. Give consent
To marry Paris. Wednesday is tomorrow.
Tomorrow night look that thou lie alone.
Let not the Nurse lie with thee in thy chamber.
Take thou this vial, being then in bed,
And this distillèd liquor drink thou off,
When presently through all thy veins shall run
A cold and drowsy humor, for no pulse
100 Shall keep his native progress, but surcease.
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.
105 Each part, deprived 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.
110 Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes
To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead.
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
115 Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
In the meantime, against thou shalt awake,
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,
And hither shall he come, and he and I
Will watch thy waking, and that very night
120 Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
And this shall free thee from this present shame,
If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
Abate thy valor in the acting it.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE Hold, then. Go home, be merry. Give consent
To marry Paris. Wednesday is tomorrow.
Tomorrow night look that thou lie alone.
Let not the Nurse lie with thee in thy chamber.
Take thou this vial, being then in bed,
And this distillèd liquor drink thou off,
When presently through all thy veins shall run
A cold and drowsy humor, for no pulse
Shall keep his native progress, but surcease.
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.
Each part, deprived 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.
Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes
To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead.
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.
In the meantime, against thou shalt awake,
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,
And hither shall he come, and he and I
Will watch thy waking, and that very night
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
And this shall free thee from this present shame,
If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
Abate thy valor in the acting it.
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JULIET Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!
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JULIET Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!
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FRIAR LAWRENCE 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.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE 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.
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JULIET Love give me strength, and strength shall help afford.
130 Farewell, dear Father.
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JULIET Love give me strength, and strength shall help afford.
Farewell, dear Father.
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Exeunt, separately
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Exeunt, separately
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Original Text |
Modern Text |
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Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE and PARIS
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Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE and PARIS
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FRIAR LAWRENCE On Thursday, sir? The time is very short.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE On Thursday, sir? The time is very short.
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PARIS My father Capulet will have it so,
And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.
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PARIS My father Capulet will have it so,
And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE You say you do not know the lady’s mind.
5 Uneven is the course. I like it not.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE You say you do not know the lady’s mind.
Uneven is the course. I like it not.
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PARIS Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death,
And therefore have I little talked of love,
For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
10 That she do give her sorrow so much sway,
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.
15 Now do you know the reason of this haste.
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PARIS Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death,
And therefore have I little talked of love,
For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
That she do give her sorrow so much sway,
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.
Now do you know the reason of this haste.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE (aside) I would I knew not why it should be slowed.—
Look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE (aside) I would I knew not why it should be slowed.—
Look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell.
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Enter JULIET
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Enter JULIET
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PARIS Happily met, my lady and my wife.
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PARIS Happily met, my lady and my wife.
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JULIET That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
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JULIET That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
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PARIS |
PARIS |
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JULIET What must be shall be.
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JULIET What must be shall be.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE That’s a certain text.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE That’s a certain text.
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PARIS Come you to make confession to this Father?
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PARIS Come you to make confession to this Father?
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JULIET To answer that, I should confess to you.
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JULIET To answer that, I should confess to you.
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PARIS 25 Do not deny to him that you love me.
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PARIS Do not deny to him that you love me.
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JULIET I will confess to you that I love him.
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JULIET I will confess to you that I love him.
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PARIS So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.
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PARIS So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.
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JULIET If I do so, it will be of more price
Being spoke behind your back than to your face.
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JULIET If I do so, it will be of more price
Being spoke behind your back than to your face.
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PARIS 30 Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.
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PARIS Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.
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JULIET The tears have got small victory by that,
For it was bad enough before their spite.
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JULIET The tears have got small victory by that,
For it was bad enough before their spite.
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PARIS Thou wrong’st it more than tears with that report.
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PARIS Thou wrong’st it more than tears with that report.
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JULIET That is no slander, sir, which is a truth,
35 And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
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JULIET That is no slander, sir, which is a truth,
And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
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PARIS Thy face is mine, and thou hast slandered it.
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PARIS Thy face is mine, and thou hast slandered it.
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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?
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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?
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FRIAR LAWRENCE 40 My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.—
My lord, we must entreat the time alone.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.—
My lord, we must entreat the time alone.
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PARIS God shield I should disturb devotion!—
Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye.
(kisses her) Till then, adieu, and keep this holy kiss.
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PARIS God shield I should disturb devotion!—
Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye.
(kisses her) Till then, adieu, and keep this holy kiss.
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Exit PARIS
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Exit PARIS
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JULIET 45 O, shut the door! And when thou hast done so,
Come weep with me, past hope, past cure, past help.
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JULIET O, shut the door! And when thou hast done so,
Come weep with me, past hope, past cure, past help.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE O Juliet, I already know thy grief.
It strains me past the compass of my wits.
I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,
50 On Thursday next be married to this county.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE O 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.
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JULIET Tell me not, Friar, that thou hear’st of this,
Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it.
If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help,
Do thou but call my resolution wise,
55 And with this knife I’ll help it presently.
(shows him a knife)
God joined my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands.
And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo sealed,
Shall be the label to another deed,
60 Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
Turn to another, this shall slay them both.
Therefore out of thy long-experienced time,
Give me some present counsel, or, behold,
'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
65 Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that
Which the commission of thy years and art
Could to no issue of true honor bring.
Be not so long to speak. I long to die
If what thou speak’st speak not of remedy.
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JULIET Tell me not, Friar, that thou hear’st of this,
Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it.
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.
(shows him a knife)
God joined my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands.
And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo sealed,
Shall be the label to another deed,
Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
Turn to another, this shall slay them both.
Therefore out of thy long-experienced time,
Give me some present counsel, or, behold,
'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that
Which the commission of thy years and art
Could to no issue of true honor bring.
Be not so long to speak. I long to die
If what thou speak’st speak not of remedy.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE 70 Hold, daughter. I do spy a kind of hope,
Which craves as desperate an execution
As that is desperate which we would prevent.
If, rather than to marry County Paris,
Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,
75 Then is it likely thou wilt undertake
A thing like death to chide away this shame,
That copest with death himself to ’scape from it.
An if thou darest, I’ll give thee remedy.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE Hold, daughter. I do spy a kind of hope,
Which craves as desperate an execution
As that is desperate which we would prevent.
If, rather than to marry County Paris,
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 copest with death himself to ’scape from it.
An if thou darest, I’ll give thee remedy.
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JULIET O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
80 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'ercovered quite with dead men’s rattling bones,
85 With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;
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,
90 To live an unstained wife to my sweet love.
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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'ercovered quite with dead men’s rattling bones,
With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;
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 unstained wife to my sweet love.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE Hold, then. Go home, be merry. Give consent
To marry Paris. Wednesday is tomorrow.
Tomorrow night look that thou lie alone.
Let not the Nurse lie with thee in thy chamber.
Take thou this vial, being then in bed,
And this distillèd liquor drink thou off,
When presently through all thy veins shall run
A cold and drowsy humor, for no pulse
100 Shall keep his native progress, but surcease.
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.
105 Each part, deprived 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.
110 Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes
To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead.
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
115 Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
In the meantime, against thou shalt awake,
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,
And hither shall he come, and he and I
Will watch thy waking, and that very night
120 Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
And this shall free thee from this present shame,
If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
Abate thy valor in the acting it.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE Hold, then. Go home, be merry. Give consent
To marry Paris. Wednesday is tomorrow.
Tomorrow night look that thou lie alone.
Let not the Nurse lie with thee in thy chamber.
Take thou this vial, being then in bed,
And this distillèd liquor drink thou off,
When presently through all thy veins shall run
A cold and drowsy humor, for no pulse
Shall keep his native progress, but surcease.
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.
Each part, deprived 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.
Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes
To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead.
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.
In the meantime, against thou shalt awake,
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,
And hither shall he come, and he and I
Will watch thy waking, and that very night
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
And this shall free thee from this present shame,
If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
Abate thy valor in the acting it.
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JULIET Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!
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JULIET Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!
|
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FRIAR LAWRENCE 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 LAWRENCE 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.
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JULIET Love give me strength, and strength shall help afford.
130 Farewell, dear Father.
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JULIET Love give me strength, and strength shall help afford.
Farewell, dear Father.
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Exeunt, separately
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Exeunt, separately
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