Act 3, Scene 5

  1. Enter ROMEO and JULIET above, at the window

  2. Juliet:

    Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day:
    It was the nightingale, and not the lark. 
    That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
    Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:
    Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

  3. Romeo:

    It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
    No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks
    Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:
    Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
    Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
    I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

  4. Juliet:

    Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I:
    It is some meteor that the sun exhales,
    To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
    And light thee on thy way to Mantua:
    Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone.

  5. Romeo:

    Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;
    I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
    I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,
    'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;
    Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
    The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:
    I have more care to stay than will to go:
    Come death and welcome, Juliet wills it so.
    How is't, my soul, let's talk, it is not day.

  6. Juliet:

    It is, it is, hie hence, be gone away:
    It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
    Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
    Some say the lark makes sweet division;
    This doth not so, for she divideth us:
    Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes,
    O, now I would they had changed voices too!
    Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
    Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day,
    O now be gone, more light and light it grows.

  7. Romeo:

    More light and light, more dark and dark our woes.

    Enter Nurse, to the chamber

  8. Nurse:

    Madam!

  9. Juliet:

    Nurse?

  10. Nurse:

    Your lady mother is coming to your chamber, 
    The day is broke, be wary, look about.

    Exit

  11. Juliet:

    Then window let day in, and let life out.

  12. Romeo:

    Farewell, farewell, one kiss, and I'll descend.

    He goeth down

  13. Juliet:

    Art thou gone so? Love, lord, ay husband, friend. 
    I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
    For in a minute there are many days:
    O, by this count I shall be much in years
    Ere I again behold my Romeo!

  14. Romeo:

    Farewell! I will omit no opportunity
    That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.

  15. Juliet:

    O think'st thou we shall ever meet again?

  16. Romeo:

    I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve
    For sweet discourses in our time to come.

  17. Juliet:

    O God! I have an ill-divining soul, 
    Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low,
    As one dead in the bottom of a tomb, 
    Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.

  18. Romeo:

    And trust me love, in my eye so do you:
    Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu.

    Exit

  19. Juliet:

    O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:
    If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him.
    That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune;
    For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
    But send him back.

  20. Lady Capulet:

    [Within] Ho, daughter! are you up?

  21. Juliet:

    Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother?
    Is she not down so late, or up so early?
    What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither?

    Enter LADY CAPULET

  22. Lady Capulet:

    Why how now Juliet?

  23. Juliet:

    Madam I am not well.

  24. Lady Capulet:

    Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?
    What, wilt thou wash her from her grave with tears?
    An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;
    Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of love;
    But much of grief shows still some want of wit.

  25. Juliet:

    Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.

  26. Lady Capulet:

    So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
    Which you weep for.

  27. Juliet:

    Feeling so the loss,
    Cannot choose but ever weep the friend.

  28. Lady Capulet:

    Well girl, thou weep'st not so much for her death,
    As that the villain lives which slaughter'd her.

  29. Juliet:

    What villain, madam?

  30. Lady Capulet:

    That same villain Romeo.

  31. Juliet:

    [Aside] Villain and he be many miles asunder.--
    God Pardon him! I do, with all my heart;
    And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.

  32. Lady Capulet:

    That is, because the traitor murderer lives.

  33. Juliet:

    Ay madam, from the reach of these my hands:
    Would none but I might venge my cousin's death.

  34. Lady Capulet:

    We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:
    Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,
    Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,
    Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram,
    That he shall soon keep Tybalt company:
    And then I hope thou wilt be satisfied.

  35. Juliet:

    Indeed I never shall be satisfied
    With Romeo, till I behold him - dead.
    Is my poor heart for a kinsman vex'd.
    Madam, if you could find out but a man
    To bear a poison, I would temper it;
    That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,
    Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors
    To hear him named, and cannot come to him.
    To wreak the love I bore my cousin
    Upon his body that slaughter'd him!

  36. Lady Capulet:

    Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man.
    But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
    Well, let that pass. I come to bring thee joyful news.

  37. Juliet:

    And joy comes well, in such a needy time:
    What are they, I beseech your ladyship?

  38. Lady Capulet:

    Well, well, thou hast a careful father child!
    One who to put thee from thy heaviness,
    Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,
    That thou expect'st not nor I look'd not for.

  39. Juliet:

    Madam, in happy time, what day is that?

  40. Lady Capulet:

    Marry my child, early next Thursday morn,
    The gallant, young and noble gentleman,
    The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church,
    Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.

  41. Juliet:

    Now by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too,
    He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
    I wonder at this haste; that I must wed
    Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo.
    I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
    I will not marry yet, and when I do, I swear
    It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate 
    Rather than Paris. These are news indeed.

  42. Lady Capulet:

    Here comes your father, tell him so yourself,
    And see how he will take it at your hands.

    Enter CAPULET and NURSE

  43. Lord Capulet:

    When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;
    But for the sunset of my brother's son
    It rains downright.
    How now? A conduit girl, what, still in tears?
    Evermore showering. In one little body
    Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind;
    For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
    Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,
    Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;
    Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,
    Without a sudden calm, will overset
    Thy tempest-tossed body. How now wife?
    Have you deliver'd to her our decree?

  44. Lady Capulet:

    Ay, sir: but she will none, this is her thanks.
    I would the fool were married to her grave.

  45. Lord Capulet:

    Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife.
    How, will she none? Doth she not give us thanks?
    Is she not proud? Doth she not count her blest,
    Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
    So worthy a gentleman, to be her bridegroom?

  46. Juliet:

    Not proud, you have, but thankful, that you have:
    Proud can I never be of what I hate,
    But thankful even for hate, that is meant love.

  47. Lord Capulet:

    How now? How now? Chop-logic! What is this?
    'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not;'
    And yet 'not proud,' mistress minion, you,
    Thank me no thankings, nor, proud me no prouds,
    But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,
    To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church: 
    Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
    Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage!
    You tallow-face!

  48. Juliet:

    Good father, I beseech you on my knees
    Hear me with patience but to speak a word.

  49. Lord Capulet:

    Hang thee young baggage, disobedient wretch, 
    I tell thee what, get thee to church o' Thursday,
    Or never after look me in the face. 
    Speak not, reply not, do not answer me. 
    My fingers itch, wife: we scarce thought us blessed 
    That God had lent us but this only child, 
    But now I see this one is one too much. 
    And that we have a curse in having her:
    Out on her hilding!

  50. Nurse:

    God in heaven bless her,
    You are to blame my lord to rate her so.

  51. Lord Capulet:

    And why my lady wisdom? Hold your tongue.
    Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.

  52. Nurse:

    I speak no treason.

  53. Lord Capulet:

    O, God ye god-den.

  54. Nurse:

    May not one speak?

  55. Lord Capulet:

    Peace you mumbling fool.
    Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl 
    For here we need it not.

  56. Lady Capulet:

    You are too hot.

  57. Lord Capulet:

    God's blessed mother, wife it makes me mad:
    Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,
    Alone, in company, still my care hath been
    To have her matched. And having now provided
    A gentleman of noble parentage,
    Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,
    Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts,
    Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man;
    And then to have a wretched puling fool,
    A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,
    To answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love,
    I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.'
    But, as you will not wed, I'll pardon you:
    Graze where you will, you shall not house with me:
    Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.
    Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise:
    An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;
    And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,
    For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,
    Nor what is mine shall never do thee good:
    Trust to't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn.

    Exit

  58. Juliet:

    Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
    That sees into the bottom of my grief?
    O, sweet my mother cast me not away, 
    Delay this marriage, for a month, a week. 
    Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
    In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.

  59. Lady Capulet:

    Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word, 
    Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.

    Exit

  60. Juliet:

    O God! O nurse, how shall this be prevented?
    My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
    How shall that faith return again to earth,
    Unless that husband send it me from heaven
    By leaving earth? comfort me, counsel me.
    Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems
    Upon so soft a subject as myself!
    What say'st thou? Hast thou not a word of joy?
    Some comfort, nurse.

  61. Nurse:

    Faith, here it is. Romeo is banish'd, and all the world to nothing,
    That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;
    Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
    Then since the case so stands as now it doth,
    I think it best you married with the county, 
    O he's a lovely gentleman:
    Romeo's a dishclout to him. An eagle, madam,
    Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye
    As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
    I think you are happy in this second match,
    For it excels your first: or if it did not,
    Your first is dead, or 'twere as good he were,
    As living here and you no use of him.

  62. Juliet:

    Speakest thou from thy heart?

  63. Nurse:

    And from my soul too, or else beshrew them both.

  64. Juliet:

    Amen.

  65. Nurse:

    What?

  66. Juliet:

    Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much,
    Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,
    Having displeased my father, to Laurence' cell,
    To make confession, and to be absolved.

  67. Nurse:

    Marry I will, and this is wisely done.

    Exit

  68. Juliet:

    Ancient damnation, O most wicked fiend!
    Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
    Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
    Which she hath praised him with above compare
    So many thousand times? Go, counsellor;
    Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain; 
    I'll to the friar to know his remedy, 
    If all else fail, myself have power to die.

    Exit