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Or dedicate his beauty to the sun .Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,We would as willingly give cure as know.[ROMEO enters]BENVOLIOSee where he comes. So please you, step aside.I'll know his grievance or be much denied.MONTAGUEI would thou wert so happy by thy stayTo hear true shrift.—Come, madam, let's away.[They exit]BENVOLIOGood morrow, cousin.ROMEOIs the day so young?BENVOLIOBut new struck nine.ROMEOAy me, sad hours seem long.Was that my father that went hence so fast?BENVOLIOIt was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?ROMEONot having that, which having, makes them short.BENVOLIOIn love?ROMEOOut—BENVOLIOOf love?ROMEOOut of her favor where I am in love.BENVOLIOAlas, that Love, so gentle in his view,Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!ROMEOAlas, that Love, whose view is muffled still,Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!Where shall we dine?[sees signs of the fight] O me! What fray was here?Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.Why, then, O brawling love, O loving hate,O anything of nothing first create1!O heavy lightness, serious vanity,Misshapen chaos of well-seeming4 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?BENVOLIONo coz, I rather weep.ROMEOGood heart, at what?BENVOLIOAt thy good heart's oppression.ROMEOWhy, such is love's transgression.Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,Which thou wilt propagate to have it pressedWith more of thine. This love that thou hast shownDoth add more grief to too much of mine own.same2if we could only, where1.1.159look, he's comingthe cause of his distress1.1.161wish, successfulconfessions1.1.163good morning1.1.1641.1.165just .1.1731.1.174too bad Cupid who looks gentleis actually rough1.1.176blindfolded, alwayspurposesit's all about 1.1.180created2: created of nothingfoolishnessattractive1.1.185alwaysI love one who does not love mecousin 1.1.1891.1.190friend1.1.1911.1.192love's waysheartwill increase, added1.1.195

Love is a smoke made2 with the fume of sighs;Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;Being vexed, a sea nourished2 with loving2 tears;What is it else? A madness most discreet,A choking gall and a preserving sweet.Farewell, my coz.BENVOLIOSoft, I will go along.And if you leave me so, you do me wrong!ROMEOTut, I have lost myself; I am not here.This is not Romeo; he's some other where.BENVOLIOTell me in sadness, who is that you love?ROMEOWhat, shall I groan and tell thee?BENVOLIOGroan? Why no,But sadly tell me who.ROMEO[Bid]1 a sick man in "sadness" make1 his will?A word ill-urged to one that is so ill!In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.BENVOLIOI aimed so near when I supposed you loved.ROMEOA right good markman! And she's fair I love.BENVOLIOA right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.ROMEOWell in that hit you miss! She'll not be hitWith Cupid's arrow. She hath Dian's wit,And in strong proof of chastity well armed,From Love's weak childish bow she lives uncharmed2.She will not stay the siege of loving terms,Nor bide th'encounter of assailing eyes,Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.O, she is rich in beauty, only poorThat, when she dies, with beauty dies her store.BENVOLIOThen she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?ROMEOShe hath, and in that sparing makes4 huge waste,For beauty, starved with her severity,Cuts beauty off from all posterity.She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fairTo merit bliss by making me despair.She hath forsworn to love, and in that vowDo I live dead, that live to tell it now.BENVOLIOBe ruled by me; forget to think of her.ROMEOO, teach me how I should forget to think!BENVOLIOBy giving liberty unto thine eyes.Examine other beauties!ROMEO'Tis the wayTo call hers, exquisite, in question more.These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows,Being black, puts us in mind they hide the fair.He that is strucken blind cannot forgetraised1love being exchangedlove being denied, raging1, lovers'11.1.200bitter potion, healing sweetnesswait 091.1.210ask, makes2poorly chosen word1.1.2131.1.214marksman, beautiful1.1.215target in plain sight1.1.216wisdom of Diana: god of virginityarmor, virginityCupid's, unaffected/unharmed1won't be won by sweet talkloving looks 1.1.221open (bawdy), richesbecause it dies with her1.1.225always stay a virgin1.1.226withholdingsever choicefuture generationsbeautiful, justwin a place in heavensworn not to love1.1.233listen to me1.1.2341.1.2351.1.237make me dwell on her beautylucky veils, facesmakes us think

The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.Show me a mistress that is passing fair;What doth her beauty serve but as a noteWhere I may read who passed that passing fair?Farewell. Thou canst not teach me to forget.BENVOLIOI'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.[They exit]1.1.242very beautifulreminderRosaline who surpassed1.1.247teach you that lesson, failureACT 1, SCENE 2[A street. CAPULET, PARIS, SERVANT]CAPULET1.2.1required by lawBut Montague is bound as well as IIn penalty alike, and 'tis not hard, I think,For men so old as we to keep the peace.PARIS1.2.4Of honorable reckoning are you both,reputationAnd pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?courtship of your daughterCAPULET1.2.7But saying o'er what I have said before:just saying over againMy child is yet a stranger in the world,She hath not seen the change of fourteen years,pass byLet two more summers wither in their pride,Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.before, readyPARIS1.2.12Younger than she are happy mothers made.CAPULET1.2.13And too soon marred are those so early made.harmed[The] earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she;grave, other childrenShe is the hopeful lady of my earth.she's2, of my earthly body (my offspring)But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart.My will to her consent is but a part.my wishes are less important than hersAnd, she agreed, within her scope of choiceif she agreesLies my consent and fair according voice.agreeingThis night I hold an old accustomed feast,customary 1.2.20Whereto I have invited many a guestSuch as I love; and you among the store,whom, groupOne more, most welcome, makes my number more.At my poor house look to behold this nighthumble, seeEarth-treading stars that make dark heaven light.beautiful women 1.2.25Such comfort as do lusty young men feelWhen well-appareled April on the heelSpring dressed in flowersOf limping winter treads, even such delightAmong fresh female1 buds shall you this nightfennel2: an herb inspiring passionInherit at my house. Hear all, all see,see, see all the women 1.2.30And like her most whose merit most shall be;then like the best oneWhich, on more view of many, mine, being one,May stand in number, though in reck'ning none.be just one of the crowdCome, go with me.[to Servant, giving a paper] Go, sirrah, trudge aboutwalk 1.2.35Through fair Verona, find those persons outWhose names are written there, and to them say,My house and welcome at1 their pleasure stay.on2, I welcome their company[Capulet & Paris exit]

SERVANTFind them out whose names are written here! It iswritten that the shoemaker should meddle with hisyard and the tailor with his last, the fisher withhis pencil and the painter with his nets. But I amsent to find those persons whose names are herewrit, and can never find what names the writingperson hath here writ. I must to the learned.[BENVOLIO & ROMEO enter]In good time!BENVOLIO [to Romeo]Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning.One pain is lessened by another's anguish.Turn giddy, and be helped by backward turning.One desperate grief cures with another's languish.Take thou some new infection to thy eye,And the rank poison of the old will die.ROMEOYour plantain leaf is excellent for that.BENVOLIOFor what, I pray thee?ROMEOFor your broken shin!BENVOLIOWhy, Romeo, art thou mad?ROMEONot mad, but bound more than a madman is,Shut up in prison, kept without my food,Whipped and tormented, and—[to Servant]Good e'en, good fellow.SERVANTGod gi' good e'en. I pray, sir, can you read?ROMEOAy, mine own fortune in my misery.SERVANTPerhaps you have learned it without book.But, I pray, can you read anything you see?ROMEOAy, if I know the letters and the language.SERVANTYe say honestly. Rest you merry.ROMEOStay, fellow. I can read. [reads the list]"Signor Martino and his wife and daughtersCounty Anselm and his beauteous sistersThe lady widow of VitruvioSignor Placentio and his lovely niecesMercutio and his brother ValentineMine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughtersMy fair niece Rosaline [and]1 LiviaSignor Valentino and his cousin TybaltLucio and the lively Helena"A fair assembly. Whither should they come?SERVANTUp.ROMEOWhither? To supper?SERVANTTo our house.1.2.39workyardstick, shoemaker toolspaintbrushwrittengo to one who can readgood timing1.2.47nonsenseanother pain'sdizzy, holp2another grief'stoxic1.2.53a banana leaf (used to heal cuts)1.2.54I ask youa cut 1.2.551.2.56going mad1.2.57confinedgood afternoon1.2.61God give you good afternoon1.2.63I can read my fortune1.2.64to read that by memorization1.2.661.2.67that's honest, goodbye1.2.68Countpleasant group, where1.2.791.2.80where1.2.81

ROMEOWhose house?SERVANTMy master's.ROMEOIndeed, I should have asked you that before.SERVANTNow I'll tell you without asking. My master is the great richCapulet, and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray,come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry. [exits]BENVOLIOAt this same ancient feast of Capulet'sSups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so loves,With all the admired beauties of Verona.Go thither, and with unattainted eyeCompare her face with some that I shall show,And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.ROMEOWhen the devout religion of mine eyeMaintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;And these who, often drowned, could never die,Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!One fairer than my love! The all-seeing sunNe'er saw her match since first the world begun.BENVOLIOTut, you saw her fair, none else being by,Herself poised with herself in either eye.But in that crystal scales let there be weighedYour lady's love against some other maidThat I will show you shining at this feast,And she shall scant show well that now seems2 best.ROMEOI'll go along, no such sight to be shown,But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.[They ldines 1.2.90there, unbiased1.2.95accepts such a liemy eyes will beburnt like hereticsanyone as beautiful1.2.101no one else nearbycomparedbarely look good, shows51.2.107not to see whom you showthe beauty of RosalineACT 1, SCENE 3[Capulet house. LADY CAPULET & NURSE]LADY CAPULETNurse, where's my daughter? Call her forth to me.NURSENow, by my maidenhead at twelve year old,I bade her come.—What, lamb! What, ladybird!—God forbid! Where's this girl?—What, Juliet!JULIET [enters]How now, who calls?NURSEYour mother.JULIETMadam, I am here. What is your will?LADY CAPULETThis is the matter.—Nurse, give leave awhile,We must talk in secret.—Nurse, come back again!I have remembered me, thou's hear our counsel.Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.NURSEFaith, I can tell her age unto an hour.1.3.11.3.2virginitytold1.3.51.3.61.3.7what do you want1.3.8leave usyou shall, conversation1.3.12indeed

LADY CAPULET1.3.13She's not fourteen.NURSE1.3.14I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, and yet, to my teenI'll bet, sufferingbe it spoken, I have but four. She's not fourteen.only four teethHow long is it now to Lammas-tide?Lummas Day, August 1LADY CAPULET1.3.17A fortnight and odd days.two weeks, a few daysNURSE1.3.18Even or odd, of all days in the year,Come Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen.Susan and she—God rest all Christian souls—1.3.20Were of an age. Well, Susan is with God;She was too good for me. But, as I said,On Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen.That shall she. Marry, I remember it well.'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years,1.3.25And she was weaned—I never shall forget it—Of all the days of the year, upon that day.For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,put a bitter extract on my breastpigeon coopSitting in the sun under the dove-house wall.My lord and you were then at Mantua.1.3.30—Nay, I do bear a brain!—But, as I said,have a good memorythe babyWhen it did taste the wormwood on the nippleOf my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,dearTo see it tetchy and fall out with the dug!irritable, refuse"Shake," quoth the dove-house. 'Twas no need, I trow,said, believe 1.3.35To bid me trudge.tell me to moveAnd since that time it is eleven years.For then she could stand alone. Nay, by the rood,Holy Cross 1.3.40She could have run and waddled all about,For even the day before, she broke her brow,bumped her foreheadAnd then my husband—God be with his soul,He was a merry man—took up the child."Yea," quoth he, "Dost thou fall upon thy face?said 1.3.45Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit,lay on your back (bawdy), learningWilt thou not, Jule?" And by my holy-dame,the Virgin MaryThe pretty wretch left crying and said "Ay."dear, stoppedTo see now how a jest shall come about!joke, come trueI warrant, if1 I should live a thousand years,I swear, and2 1.3.50I never should forget it. "Wilt thou not, Jule?" quoth he.And, pretty fool, it stinted and said "Ay."stoppedLADY CAPULET1.3.54I ask you, be quietEnough of this. I pray thee, hold thy peace!NURSE1.3.55Yes, madam, yet I cannot choose but laugh,can't help but laughTo think it should leave crying and say "Ay."I swearAnd yet, I warrant, it had upon its browA bump as big as a young cockerel's stone,rooster's testicleA perilous knock, and it cried bitterly.terrible"Yea," quoth my husband, "Fall'st upon thy face?1.3.60Thou wilt fall backward when thou come'st to age,Wilt thou not, Jule?" It stinted and said "Ay."JULIET1.3.63And stint thou too, I pray thee, Nurse, say I!I ask you, stopNURSE1.3.64Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace,bless youThou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed.

And I might live to see thee married once,ifI have my wish.LADY CAPULET1.3.68Marry, that "marry" is the very themeI came to talk of.—Tell me, daughter Juliet,how do you feel about marriageHow stands your disposition to be married?JULIET1.3.71It is an honor1 that I dream not of.NURSE1.3.72An honor1? Were not I thine2 only nurse,thy1, if I weren't your only wet-nurseI would say thou hadst sucked wisdom from thy teat.the breastLADY CAPULET1.3.75Well, think of marriage now. Younger than you,Here in Verona, ladies of esteemhigh-breedingAre made already mothers. By my countI was your mother much upon these yearsat the same ageThat you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.NURSE1.3.81A man, young lady! Lady, such a manAs all the world. Why, he's a man of wax!perfect like a wax modelLADY CAPULET1.3.83Verona's summer hath not such a flower.NURSE1.3.84Nay, he's a flower, in faith, a very flower.indeedLADY CAPULET1.3.85What say you? Can you love the gentleman?This night you shall behold him at our feast.seeread like a bookRead o'er the volume of young Paris' face,And find delight writ there with beauty's pen.writtenExamine every married lineamentwell balanced facial featureAnd see how one another lends content,each tells a story 1.3.90And what obscured in this fair volume liesanything unclear in this bookFind written in the margent of his eyes.marginsThis precious book of love, this unbound lover,uncovered/unmarriedTo beautify him, only lacks a cover.he only needs a coverThe fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pridea splendid sight 1.3.95For fair without the fair within to hide.beauty outside is beauty withinThat book in many's eyes doth share the glorya book cover is madeThat in gold clasps locks in the golden story.beautiful by a beautiful taleSo shall you share all that he doth possessall his wealth and statusBy having him, making yourself no less.marrying himNURSE1.3.101get pregnantNo less? Nay, bigger. Women grow by men.LADY CAPULET1.3.102Speak briefly. Can you like of Paris' love?JULIET1.3.103I'll look to like, if looking liking move,if looks will make me like himBut no more deep will I endart2 mine eyeengage1: I won't look any deeper1Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.than you want me toSERVANT [enters]1.3.106Madam, the guests are come, supper served up,have comeyou called, my young lady asked for,they're calling for youthe Nurse cursed in the pantry, andis being cursedeverything in extremity. I must henceis in chaos, go awayto wait. I beseech you, follow straight.wait tables, beg, right awayLADY CAPULET1.3.111will followWe follow thee. [Servant exits]the Count is waitingJuliet, the County stays.

NURSEGo, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.[They exit]1.3.112to makeACT 1, SCENE 4[A street, that night.ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO & Others with torches and drum]ROMEOWhat shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?Or shall we on without apology?BENVOLIOThe date is out of such prolixity.We'll have no Cupid hoodwinked with a scarf,Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper,[Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spokeAfter the prompter, for our entrance.]1But let them measure us by what they will.We'll measure them a measure and be gone.ROMEOGive me a torch, I am not for this ambling.Being but heavy, I will bear the light.MERCUTIONay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.ROMEONot I, believe me. You have dancing shoesWith nimble soles. I have a soul of leadSo stakes me to the ground I cannot move.MERCUTIOYou are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wingsAnd soar with them above a common bound.ROMEOI am too sore enpiercèd with his shaftTo soar with his light feathers, and so boundI cannot bound a pitch above dull woe.Under love's heavy burden do I sink.MERCUTIOAnd to sink in it, should you burden love,Too great oppression for a tender thing.ROMEOIs love a tender thing? It is too rough,Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.MERCUTIOIf love be rough with you, be rough with love!Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.Give me a case to put my visage in:A visor for a visor. What care IWhat curious eye doth cote deformities?Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.BENVOLIOCome, knock and enter, and no sooner in,But every man betake him to his legs.ROMEOA torch for me. Let wantons light of heartTickle the senseless rushes with their heels,For I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase:1.4.1apology for intrudinggo on into the party1.4.3such speeches are out of dateblindfoldedcarrying, woodscarecrowmemorized speechjudge how they wantdance a dance1.4.11dancingheavy-hearted, carry1.4.131.4.14that1.4.17in loveleap/limit1.4.19wounded, arrowleap to any height, my sorrow1.4.23you'd burden love by sinking in it1.4.25quarrelsome1.4.27pricking you, (b

The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, doomed And the continuance of their parents' rage, 1.0.10 Which, but their children's end, naught could remove, except for, nothing Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage. performance The which if you with patient ears attend , li