commit b2e3fbc64520f3ee026bb76ee8b2dca4035f2afe8f619df8e7d313dd9384dcf4 Author: Tyler Beckman Date: Mon Oct 7 02:08:54 2024 -0600 Finish all but printing diff --git a/.clang-format b/.clang-format new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f9412e2 --- /dev/null +++ b/.clang-format @@ -0,0 +1,43 @@ +# Tyler's personal code-style formatting file, make sure to use the class version before turning in +IndentWidth: 4 +UseTab: Always +TabWidth: 4 +InsertBraces: false +SortIncludes: true +IncludeBlocks: Regroup +IncludeCategories: + # System headers from C (hardcoded, it isn't really possible to automatically detect them with regex) + - Regex: '' + Priority: 3 + # System headers without extension. + - Regex: '<([A-Za-z0-9\Q/-_\E])+>' + Priority: 2 + # Local headers with extension. + - Regex: '"([A-Za-z0-9\Q/-_\E])+\.h(pp)?"' + Priority: 1 +BraceWrapping: + AfterCaseLabel: false + AfterClass: false + AfterControlStatement: Never + AfterEnum: false + AfterFunction: false + AfterNamespace: false + AfterObjCDeclaration: false + AfterStruct: false + AfterUnion: false + AfterExternBlock: false + BeforeCatch: false + BeforeElse: false + BeforeLambdaBody: false + BeforeWhile: false + SplitEmptyFunction: false + SplitEmptyRecord: false + SplitEmptyNamespace: false +IndentCaseLabels: true +IntegerLiteralSeparator: + Binary: 0 + Decimal: 3 + Hex: -1 +DerivePointerAlignment: false +PointerAlignment: Right +QualifierAlignment: Left \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/.class-clang-format b/.class-clang-format new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c1015e1 --- /dev/null +++ b/.class-clang-format @@ -0,0 +1,43 @@ +# A clang-format config to follow CSCI200's style guide, use before turning in +IndentWidth: 2 +UseTab: Never +TabWidth: 2 +InsertBraces: true +SortIncludes: true +IncludeBlocks: Regroup +IncludeCategories: + # System headers from C + - Regex: '' + Priority: 3 + # System headers without extension. + - Regex: '<([A-Za-z0-9\Q/-_\E])+>' + Priority: 2 + # Local headers with extension. + - Regex: '"([A-Za-z0-9\Q/-_\E])+\.h(pp)?"' + Priority: 1 +BraceWrapping: + AfterCaseLabel: false + AfterClass: false + AfterControlStatement: Never + AfterEnum: false + AfterFunction: false + AfterNamespace: false + AfterObjCDeclaration: false + AfterStruct: false + AfterUnion: false + AfterExternBlock: false + BeforeCatch: false + BeforeElse: false + BeforeLambdaBody: false + BeforeWhile: false + SplitEmptyFunction: false + SplitEmptyRecord: false + SplitEmptyNamespace: false +IndentCaseLabels: true +IntegerLiteralSeparator: + Binary: -1 + Decimal: -1 + Hex: -1 +DerivePointerAlignment: false +PointerAlignment: Left +QualifierAlignment: Left \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/.gitignore b/.gitignore new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0f42001 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitignore @@ -0,0 +1,14 @@ +# Ignore extensionless files +* +!*.* +!*/ + +# Allow makefile +!Makefile + +# Packed files +*.tar.gz + +# Compiled files +*.o +*.out \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/.vscode/launch.json b/.vscode/launch.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2d04e9e --- /dev/null +++ b/.vscode/launch.json @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +{ + "version": "0.2.0", + "configurations": [ + { + "name": "Launch", + "type": "lldb", + "request": "launch", + "program": "${workspaceFolder}/${workspaceFolderBasename}", + "args": [], + "preLaunchTask": "make" + } + ] +} \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/.vscode/settings.json b/.vscode/settings.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b99c50b --- /dev/null +++ b/.vscode/settings.json @@ -0,0 +1,5 @@ +{ + "clang-tidy.compilerArgsBefore": [ + "-xc++" + ] +} \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/.vscode/tasks.json b/.vscode/tasks.json new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1e0faa6 --- /dev/null +++ b/.vscode/tasks.json @@ -0,0 +1,12 @@ +{ + // See https://go.microsoft.com/fwlink/?LinkId=733558 + // for the documentation about the tasks.json format + "version": "2.0.0", + "tasks": [ + { + "label": "make", + "type": "shell", + "command": "make" + } + ] +} \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/InputProcessor.cpp b/InputProcessor.cpp new file mode 100644 index 0000000..74a7cd1 --- /dev/null +++ b/InputProcessor.cpp @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +#include "InputProcessor.h" + +#include +#include +#include + +InputProcessor::InputProcessor() { + _fileIn = std::ifstream(); + _allWords = std::vector(); +} + +bool InputProcessor::openStream() { + std::string file; + std::cout << "What is the name of the file you would like to read? "; + std::cin >> file; + + if (std::cin.fail()) { + std::cout << "Invalid file input"; + return false; + } + + _fileIn.open(file); + if (_fileIn.fail()) { + std::cout << "Unable to open file, does it exist?" << std::endl; + return false; + } + + return true; +} + +void InputProcessor::closeStream() { _fileIn.close(); } + +void InputProcessor::read() { + std::string characterBuffer = ""; + char currentChar; + while (_fileIn.get(currentChar)) { + switch (currentChar) { + case ' ': + case '\n': + _allWords.push_back(characterBuffer); + characterBuffer.clear(); + break; + default: + characterBuffer += currentChar; + break; + } + } + + // Flush the rest of the buffer if the file doesn't end with a space or + // newline + if (!characterBuffer.empty()) { + _allWords.push_back(characterBuffer); + } +} + +std::vector InputProcessor::getAllWords() { return _allWords; } \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/InputProcessor.h b/InputProcessor.h new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3ad8edf --- /dev/null +++ b/InputProcessor.h @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +#ifndef INPUTPROCESSOR_H +#define INPUTPROCESSOR_H + +#include +#include +#include + +class InputProcessor { +public: + /** + * @brief Constructs a new InputProcessor, initializing internal fields to + * defaults + * + */ + InputProcessor(); + /** + * @brief Prompts the user for the file to open, and opens it as an ifstream + * + * @return true The stream was opened successfully + * @return false The stream was unable to be opened successfully + */ + bool openStream(); + /** + * @brief Closes the open file stream + * + */ + void closeStream(); + /** + * @brief Reads all words from the currently open stream, and stores them + * internally in a vector of all words + * + */ + void read(); + /** + * @brief Returns all the words parsed by this InputProcessor + * + * @return std::vector The vector containing all words + */ + std::vector getAllWords(); + +private: + /** + * @brief The raw file input stream to read from + * + */ + std::ifstream _fileIn; + /** + * @brief The vector containing all parsed words from the input stream + * + */ + std::vector _allWords; +}; + +#endif // INPUTPROCESSOR_H diff --git a/LICENSE.md b/LICENSE.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..79fe522 --- /dev/null +++ b/LICENSE.md @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +Permission is hereby granted, free of charge, to any person +obtaining a copy of this software and associated documentation +files (the "Software"), to deal in the Software without +restriction, including without limitation the rights to use, +copy, modify, merge, publish, distribute, sublicense, and/or +sell copies of the Software, and to permit persons to whom the +Software is furnished to do so, subject to the following +conditions: + +The above copyright notice and this permission notice shall be +included in all copies or substantial portions of the Software. + +THE SOFTWARE IS PROVIDED "AS IS", WITHOUT WARRANTY OF ANY KIND, +EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO THE WARRANTIES +OF MERCHANTABILITY, FITNESS FOR A PARTICULAR PURPOSE AND +NONINFRINGEMENT. IN NO EVENT SHALL THE AUTHORS OR COPYRIGHT +HOLDERS BE LIABLE FOR ANY CLAIM, DAMAGES OR OTHER LIABILITY, +WHETHER IN AN ACTION OF CONTRACT, TORT OR OTHERWISE, ARISING +FROM, OUT OF OR IN CONNECTION WITH THE SOFTWARE OR THE USE OR +OTHER DEALINGS IN THE SOFTWARE. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/Makefile b/Makefile new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0d4cdba --- /dev/null +++ b/Makefile @@ -0,0 +1,85 @@ +TARGET = A3 +SRC_FILES = main.cpp InputProcessor.cpp OutputProcessor.cpp + +# Tyler's custom makefile extensions for CSCI200 (anyone can use these if they want) +.DEFAULT_GOAL := all # Necessary so `make` doesn't run the "pack" target, as it is declared before "all" +.PHONY: pack clean-run c run fmt + +## Adds only the necessary files for build into a .tar.gz file, named appropriately +ARCHIVED_FILES = Makefile $(SRC_FILES) $(SRC_FILES:.cpp=.h) $(SRC_FILES:.cpp=.hpp) +pack: fmtc + tar --ignore-failed-read -czvf $(TARGET).tar.gz $(shell echo $(ARCHIVED_FILES) | xargs ls -d 2>/dev/null) + +## Runs the pack target and then attempts to build & run the program to make sure it functions correctly +pack-test: pack + $(eval TMP := $(shell mktemp -d)) + tar -xvzf $(TARGET).tar.gz --directory $(TMP) + make -C $(TMP) + $(TMP)/$(TARGET) + rm -rf $(TMP) + +## An extension of the clean command that is shorter to type and removes a potential .tar.gz file +c: clean + $(DEL) -f $(TARGET).tar.gz + +## Simply builds and then executes the program +run: all + ./$(TARGET) + +## Formats all cpp, h, and hpp files with clang-format, using my personal clang-format config +fmt: + find . -iname '*.hpp' -o -iname '*.h' -o -iname '*.cpp' | xargs clang-format --style=file:.clang-format -i + +## Formats all cpp, h, and hpp files with clang-format, using the class clang-format config +fmtc: + find . -iname '*.hpp' -o -iname '*.h' -o -iname '*.cpp' | xargs clang-format --style=file:.class-clang-format -i + +## Modifies the SRC_FILES variable to have all .cpp files in the repo +setupsrc: + sed -i "0,/SRC_FILE.\{0\}S = .*/ s//SRC_FILES = $(shell find . -iname '*.cpp' -printf '%P\n')/" Makefile + +## Alias to setup SRC_FILES and then dependencies +setup: setupsrc depend + +# NO EDITS NEEDED BELOW THIS LINE + +CXX = g++ +CXXFLAGS = -O2 +CXXFLAGS_DEBUG = -g +CXXFLAGS_WARN = -Wall -Wextra -Wunreachable-code -Wshadow -Wpedantic +CPPVERSION = -std=c++17 + +OBJECTS = $(SRC_FILES:.cpp=.o) + +ifeq ($(shell echo "Windows"), "Windows") + TARGET := $(TARGET).exe + DEL = del + Q = +else + DEL = rm -f + Q = " +endif + +all: $(TARGET) + +$(TARGET): $(OBJECTS) + $(CXX) -o $@ $^ + +.cpp.o: + $(CXX) $(CXXFLAGS) $(CPPVERSION) $(CXXFLAGS_DEBUG) $(CXXFLAGS_WARN) -o $@ -c $< + +clean: + $(DEL) -f $(TARGET) $(OBJECTS) Makefile.bak + +depend: + @sed -i.bak '/^# DEPENDENCIES/,$$d' Makefile + @$(DEL) sed* + @echo $(Q)# DEPENDENCIES$(Q) >> Makefile + @$(CXX) -MM $(SRC_FILES) >> Makefile + +.PHONY: all clean depend + +# DEPENDENCIES +main.o: main.cpp InputProcessor.h OutputProcessor.h +InputProcessor.o: InputProcessor.cpp InputProcessor.h +OutputProcessor.o: OutputProcessor.cpp OutputProcessor.h diff --git a/OutputProcessor.cpp b/OutputProcessor.cpp new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9df5074 --- /dev/null +++ b/OutputProcessor.cpp @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ +#include "OutputProcessor.h" + +#include +#include +#include + +OutputProcessor::OutputProcessor() { + _fileOut = std::ofstream(); + _allWords = std::vector(); + _uniqueWords = std::vector(); + _letterCounts = std::vector(26, 0); + _wordCounts = std::vector(); + _totalLetterCount = 0; + _totalWordCount = 0; +} + +void OutputProcessor::analyzeWords(std::vector allWords, + std::string punctuation) { + // Iterate over all words, processing incrementally + for (size_t wordIdx = 0; wordIdx < allWords.size(); wordIdx++) { + std::string& word = allWords.at(wordIdx); + + // Remove punctuation from word + size_t punctuationIdx = 0; + while ((punctuationIdx = word.find_first_of(punctuation)) != + std::string::npos) { + word.erase(punctuationIdx, 1); + } + + // Save word internally + _allWords.push_back(word); + + // Check all unique words for a match, and if so increment the count + bool foundUnique = false; + for (size_t uniqueWordIdx = 0; uniqueWordIdx < _uniqueWords.size(); + uniqueWordIdx++) { + if (_uniqueWords.at(uniqueWordIdx) == word) { + _wordCounts.at(uniqueWordIdx)++; + foundUnique = true; + } + } + // If no unique word exists, add it to both vectors + if (!foundUnique) { + _uniqueWords.push_back(word); + _wordCounts.push_back(1); + } + + // Add letter count for each letter in the word + for (size_t letterIdx = 0; letterIdx < word.length(); letterIdx++) { + char letter = word.at(letterIdx); + // Normalize to uppercase + if (letter >= 'a' && letter <= 'z') { + letter -= 32; + } + // Subtracting an uppercase letter by 65 creates its alphabetical + // index + letter -= 65; + _letterCounts.at(letter)++; + } + + // Sum total letter count + _totalLetterCount += word.length(); + + // Increment total word count + _totalWordCount++; + } +} + +bool OutputProcessor::openStream() { + std::string file; + std::cout << "What is the name of the file you would like to write to? "; + std::cin >> file; + + if (std::cin.fail()) { + std::cout << "Invalid file input"; + return false; + } + + _fileOut.open(file); + if (_fileOut.fail()) { + std::cout << "Unable to open file, does it exist?" << std::endl; + return false; + } + + return true; +} + +void OutputProcessor::closeStream() { _fileOut.close(); } + +void OutputProcessor::write() { + // TODO +} \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/OutputProcessor.h b/OutputProcessor.h new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4e1c4bc --- /dev/null +++ b/OutputProcessor.h @@ -0,0 +1,89 @@ +#ifndef OUTPUTPROCESSOR_H +#define OUTPUTPROCESSOR_H + +#include +#include +#include + +class OutputProcessor { +public: + /** + * @brief Constructs a new OutputProcessor, setting internal fields to their + * initial state + * + */ + OutputProcessor(); + /** + * @brief Removes punctuation from the list of allWords, stores this + * internally, and then computes the list of all unique words in the + * original vector. In addition, it will compute the amount of occurrences + * of all words in the text, and the amounts of letters in each word in the + * text. + * + * @param allWords The vector containing all read words from the text + * @param punctuation A string containing punctuation to remove from the + * original vector of words + */ + void analyzeWords(std::vector allWords, std::string punctuation); + /** + * @brief Prompts the user for the filename of the file they wish to open + * for outputting to, and then opens an output stream to that file + * + * @return true The stream was opened successfully + * @return false The stream was unable to be opened successfully + */ + bool openStream(); + /** + * @brief Closes the open output stream + * + */ + void closeStream(); + /** + * @brief Nicely prints the computed data to the output stream as specified + * + */ + void write(); + +private: + /** + * @brief The output stream to write to + * + */ + std::ofstream _fileOut; + /** + * @brief The list of all words with punctuation removed + * + */ + std::vector _allWords; + /** + * @brief The list of all unique words, parsed from the full set + * + */ + std::vector _uniqueWords; + /** + * @brief A vector containing information on how often each letter occurs in + * the text. The index corresponds to the alphabetical value minus one (A is + * 0, B is 1, C is 2, etc) + * + */ + std::vector _letterCounts; + /** + * @brief A vector containing information on how common each unique words is + * in the list of all words. The index for each word in _uniqueWords is the + * same as the index for the same word in this vector. + * + */ + std::vector _wordCounts; + /** + * @brief The total amount of letters in the text + * + */ + unsigned int _totalLetterCount; + /** + * @brief The total amount of words in the text + * + */ + unsigned int _totalWordCount; +}; + +#endif // OUTPUTPROCESSOR_H diff --git a/input/aliceChapter1.txt b/input/aliceChapter1.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dcf932e --- /dev/null +++ b/input/aliceChapter1.txt @@ -0,0 +1,23 @@ +Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the +bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the +book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in +it, "and what is the use of a book," thought Alice, "without pictures or +conversation?" + +So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the +hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure +of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and +picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran +close by her. + +There was nothing so VERY remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so +VERY much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, "Oh dear! +Oh dear! I shall be late!" (when she thought it over afterwards, it +occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time +it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually TOOK A WATCH +OUT OF ITS WAISTCOAT-POCKET, and looked at it, and then hurried on, +Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had +never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch +to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field +after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large +rabbit-hole under the hedge. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/input/greeneggsandham.txt b/input/greeneggsandham.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8e3a5c2 --- /dev/null +++ b/input/greeneggsandham.txt @@ -0,0 +1,131 @@ +I AM SAM. I AM SAM. SAM I AM. + +THAT SAM I AM! THAT SAM I AM! I DO NOT LIKE THAT SAM I AM! + +WOULD YOU LIKE GREEN EGGS AND HAM? + +I DO NOT LIKE THEM, SAM I AM. +I DO NOT LIKE GREEN EGGS AND HAM. + +WOULD YOU LIKE THEM HERE OR THERE? + +I WOULD NOT LIKE THEM HERE OR THERE. +I WOULD NOT LIKE THEM ANYWHERE. +I DO NOT LIKE GREEN EGGS AND HAM. +I DO NOT LIKE THEM, SAM I AM. + +WOULD YOU LIKE THEM IN A HOUSE? +WOULD YOU LIKE THEM WITH A MOUSE? + +I DO NOT LIKE THEM IN A HOUSE. +I DO NOT LIKE THEM WITH A MOUSE. +I DO NOT LIKE THEM HERE OR THERE. +I DO NOT LIKE THEM ANYWHERE. +I DO NOT LIKE GREEN EGGS AND HAM. +I DO NOT LIKE THEM, SAM I AM. + +WOULD YOU EAT THEM IN A BOX? +WOULD YOU EAT THEM WITH A FOX? + +NOT IN A BOX. NOT WITH A FOX. +NOT IN A HOUSE. NOT WITH A MOUSE. +I WOULD NOT EAT THEM HERE OR THERE. +I WOULD NOT EAT THEM ANYWHERE. +I WOULD NOT EAT GREEN EGGS AND HAM. +I DO NOT LIKE THEM, SAM I AM. + +WOULD YOU? COULD YOU? IN A CAR? +EAT THEM! EAT THEM! HERE THEY ARE. + +I WOULD NOT, COULD NOT, IN A CAR. + +YOU MAY LIKE THEM. YOU WILL SEE. +YOU MAY LIKE THEM IN A TREE! + +I WOULD NOT, COULD NOT IN A TREE. +NOT IN A CAR! YOU LET ME BE. +I DO NOT LIKE THEM IN A BOX. +I DO NOT LIKE THEM WITH A FOX. +I DO NOT LIKE THEM IN A HOUSE. +I DO NOT LIKE THEM WITH A MOUSE. +I DO NOT LIKE THEM HERE OR THERE. +I DO NOT LIKE THEM ANYWHERE. +I DO NOT LIKE GREEN EGGS AND HAM. +I DO NOT LIKE THEM, SAM I AM. + +A TRAIN! A TRAIN! A TRAIN! A TRAIN! +COULD YOU, WOULD YOU ON A TRAIN? + +NOT ON TRAIN! NOT IN A TREE! +NOT IN A CAR! SAM! LET ME BE! +I WOULD NOT, COULD NOT, IN A BOX. +I WOULD NOT, COULD NOT, WITH A FOX. +I WILL NOT EAT THEM IN A HOUSE. +I WILL NOT EAT THEM HERE OR THERE. +I WILL NOT EAT THEM ANYWHERE. +I DO NOT EAT GREEN EGGS AND HAM. +I DO NOT LIKE THEM, SAM I AM. + +SAY! IN THE DARK? HERE IN THE DARK! +WOULD YOU, COULD YOU, IN THE DARK? + +I WOULD NOT, COULD NOT, IN THE DARK. + +WOULD YOU COULD YOU IN THE RAIN? + +I WOULD NOT, COULD NOT IN THE RAIN. +NOT IN THE DARK. NOT ON A TRAIN. +NOT IN A CAR. NOT IN A TREE. +I DO NOT LIKE THEM, SAM, YOU SEE. +NOT IN A HOUSE. NOT IN A BOX. +NOT WITH A MOUSE. NOT WITH A FOX. +I WILL NOT EAT THEM HERE OR THERE. +I DO NOT LIKE THEM ANYWHERE! + +YOU DO NOT LIKE GREEN EGGS AND HAM? + +I DO NOT LIKE THEM, SAM I AM. + +COULD YOU, WOULD YOU, WITH A GOAT? + +I WOULD NOT, COULD NOT WITH A GOAT! + +WOULD YOU, COULD YOU, ON A BOAT? + +I COULD NOT, WOULD NOT, ON A BOAT. +I WILL NOT, WILL NOT, WITH A GOAT. +I WILL NOT EAT THEM IN THE RAIN. +NOT IN THE DARK! NOT IN A TREE! +NOT IN A CAR! YOU LET ME BE! +I DO NOT LIKE THEM IN A BOX. +I DO NOT LIKE THEM WITH A FOX. +I WILL NOT EAT THEM IN A HOUSE. +I DO NOT LIKE THEM WITH A MOUSE. +I DO NOT LIKE THEM HERE OR THERE. +I DO NOT LIKE THEM ANYWHERE! +I DO NOT LIKE GREEN EGGS AND HAM! +I DO NOT LIKE THEM, SAM I AM. + +YOU DO NOT LIKE THEM. SO YOU SAY. +TRY THEM! TRY THEM! AND YOU MAY. +TRY THEM AND YOU MAY, I SAY. + +SAM! IF YOU LET ME BE, +I WILL TRY THEM. YOU WILL SEE. + +SAY! I LIKE GREEN EGGS AND HAM! +I DO! I LIKE THEM, SAM I AM! +AND I WOULD EAT THEM IN A BOAT. +AND I WOULD EAT THEM WITH A GOAT... +AND I WILL EAT THEM, IN THE RAIN. +AND IN THE DARK. AND ON A TRAIN. +AND IN A CAR. AND IN A TREE. +THEY ARE SO GOOD, SO GOOD, YOU SEE! +SO I WILL EAT THEM IN A BOX. +AND I WILL EAT THEM WITH A FOX. +AND I WILL EAT THEM IN A HOUSE. +AND I WILL EAT THEM WITH A MOUSE. +AND I WILL EAT THEM HERE AND THERE. +SAY! I WILL EAT THEM ANYWHERE! +I DO SO LIKE GREEN EGGS AND HAM! +THANK YOU! THANK YOU, SAM I AM. diff --git a/input/happybirthday.txt b/input/happybirthday.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6b3cd95 --- /dev/null +++ b/input/happybirthday.txt @@ -0,0 +1,4 @@ +Happy birthday to you, +Happy birthday to you, +Happy birthday to Bjourne, +Happy birthday to you! diff --git a/input/romeoandjuliet.txt b/input/romeoandjuliet.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..deadd74 --- /dev/null +++ b/input/romeoandjuliet.txt @@ -0,0 +1,4316 @@ +ACT I +PROLOGUE +Two households, both alike in dignity, +In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, +From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, +Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. +From forth the fatal loins of these two foes +A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; +Whose misadventured piteous overthrows +Do with their death bury their parents' strife. +The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, +And the continuance of their parents' rage, +Which, but their children's end, nought could remove, +Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; +The which if you with patient ears attend, +What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend. +SCENE I. Verona. A public place. +Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers +SAMPSON +Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals. +GREGORY +No, for then we should be colliers. +SAMPSON +I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw. +GREGORY +Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar. +SAMPSON +I strike quickly, being moved. +GREGORY +But thou art not quickly moved to strike. +SAMPSON +A dog of the house of Montague moves me. +GREGORY +To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: +therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away. +SAMPSON +A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will +take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's. +GREGORY +That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes +to the wall. +SAMPSON +True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, +are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push +Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids +to the wall. +GREGORY +The quarrel is between our masters and us their men. +SAMPSON +'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I +have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the +maids, and cut off their heads. +GREGORY +The heads of the maids? +SAMPSON +Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; +take it in what sense thou wilt. +GREGORY +They must take it in sense that feel it. +SAMPSON +Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and +'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh. +GREGORY +'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou +hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes +two of the house of the Montagues. +SAMPSON +My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee. +GREGORY +How! turn thy back and run? +SAMPSON +Fear me not. +GREGORY +No, marry; I fear thee! +SAMPSON +Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin. +GREGORY +I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as +they list. +SAMPSON +Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; +which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it. +Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR + +ABRAHAM +Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? +SAMPSON +I do bite my thumb, sir. +ABRAHAM +Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? +SAMPSON +[Aside to GREGORY] Is the law of our side, if I say +ay? +GREGORY +No. +SAMPSON +No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I +bite my thumb, sir. +GREGORY +Do you quarrel, sir? +ABRAHAM +Quarrel sir! no, sir. +SAMPSON +If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you. +ABRAHAM +No better. +SAMPSON +Well, sir. +GREGORY +Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen. +SAMPSON +Yes, better, sir. +ABRAHAM +You lie. +SAMPSON +Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow. +They fight + +Enter BENVOLIO + +BENVOLIO +Part, fools! +Put up your swords; you know not what you do. +Beats down their swords + +Enter TYBALT + +TYBALT +What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? +Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death. +BENVOLIO +I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, +Or manage it to part these men with me. +TYBALT +What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, +As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: +Have at thee, coward! +They fight + +Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs + +First Citizen +Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down! +Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues! +Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY CAPULET + +CAPULET +What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho! +LADY CAPULET +A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword? +CAPULET +My sword, I say! Old Montague is come, +And flourishes his blade in spite of me. +Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE + +MONTAGUE +Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go. +LADY MONTAGUE +Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe. +Enter PRINCE, with Attendants + +PRINCE +Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, +Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,-- +Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts, +That quench the fire of your pernicious rage +With purple fountains issuing from your veins, +On pain of torture, from those bloody hands +Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground, +And hear the sentence of your moved prince. +Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, +By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, +Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets, +And made Verona's ancient citizens +Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, +To wield old partisans, in hands as old, +Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate: +If ever you disturb our streets again, +Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. +For this time, all the rest depart away: +You Capulet; shall go along with me: +And, Montague, come you this afternoon, +To know our further pleasure in this case, +To old Free-town, our common judgment-place. +Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. +Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO + +MONTAGUE +Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? +Speak, nephew, were you by when it began? +BENVOLIO +Here were the servants of your adversary, +And yours, close fighting ere I did approach: +I drew to part them: in the instant came +The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared, +Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears, +He swung about his head and cut the winds, +Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn: +While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, +Came more and more and fought on part and part, +Till the prince came, who parted either part. +LADY MONTAGUE +O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day? +Right glad I am he was not at this fray. +BENVOLIO +Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun +Peer'd forth the golden window of the east, +A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad; +Where, underneath the grove of sycamore +That westward rooteth from the city's side, +So early walking did I see your son: +Towards him I made, but he was ware of me +And stole into the covert of the wood: +I, measuring his affections by my own, +That most are busied when they're most alone, +Pursued my humour not pursuing his, +And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me. +MONTAGUE +Many a morning hath he there been seen, +With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew. +Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs; +But all so soon as the all-cheering sun +Should in the furthest east begin to draw +The shady curtains from Aurora's bed, +Away from the light steals home my heavy son, +And private in his chamber pens himself, +Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out +And makes himself an artificial night: +Black and portentous must this humour prove, +Unless good counsel may the cause remove. +BENVOLIO +My noble uncle, do you know the cause? +MONTAGUE +I neither know it nor can learn of him. +BENVOLIO +Have you importuned him by any means? +MONTAGUE +Both by myself and many other friends: +But he, his own affections' counsellor, +Is to himself--I will not say how true-- +But to himself so secret and so close, +So far from sounding and discovery, +As is the bud bit with an envious worm, +Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, +Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. +Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow. +We would as willingly give cure as know. +Enter ROMEO + +BENVOLIO +See, where he comes: so please you, step aside; +I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. +MONTAGUE +I would thou wert so happy by thy stay, +To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away. +Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE + +BENVOLIO +Good-morrow, cousin. +ROMEO +Is the day so young? +BENVOLIO +But new struck nine. +ROMEO +Ay me! sad hours seem long. +Was that my father that went hence so fast? +BENVOLIO +It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? +ROMEO +Not having that, which, having, makes them short. +BENVOLIO +In love? +ROMEO +Out-- +BENVOLIO +Of love? +ROMEO +Out of her favour, where I am in love. +BENVOLIO +Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, +Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! +ROMEO +Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, +Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! +Where shall we dine? 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 any thing, of nothing first create! +O heavy lightness! serious vanity! +Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming 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? +BENVOLIO +No, coz, I rather weep. +ROMEO +Good heart, at what? +BENVOLIO +At thy good heart's oppression. +ROMEO +Why, such is love's transgression. +Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, +Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest +With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown +Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. +Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; +Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; +Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: +What is it else? a madness most discreet, +A choking gall and a preserving sweet. +Farewell, my coz. +BENVOLIO +Soft! I will go along; +An if you leave me so, you do me wrong. +ROMEO +Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here; +This is not Romeo, he's some other where. +BENVOLIO +Tell me in sadness, who is that you love. +ROMEO +What, shall I groan and tell thee? +BENVOLIO +Groan! why, no. +But sadly tell me who. +ROMEO +Bid a sick man in sadness make his will: +Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill! +In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. +BENVOLIO +I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved. +ROMEO +A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love. +BENVOLIO +A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. +ROMEO +Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit +With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit; +And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd, +From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. +She will not stay the siege of loving terms, +Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes, +Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold: +O, she is rich in beauty, only poor, +That when she dies with beauty dies her store. +BENVOLIO +Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste? +ROMEO +She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste, +For beauty starved with her severity +Cuts beauty off from all posterity. +She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair, +To merit bliss by making me despair: +She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow +Do I live dead that live to tell it now. +BENVOLIO +Be ruled by me, forget to think of her. +ROMEO +O, teach me how I should forget to think. +BENVOLIO +By giving liberty unto thine eyes; +Examine other beauties. +ROMEO +'Tis the way +To call hers exquisite, in question more: +These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows +Being black put us in mind they hide the fair; +He that is strucken blind cannot forget +The precious treasure of his eyesight lost: +Show me a mistress that is passing fair, +What doth her beauty serve, but as a note +Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair? +Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget. +BENVOLIO +I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. +Exeunt + +SCENE II. A street. +Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant +CAPULET +But Montague is bound as well as I, +In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think, +For men so old as we to keep the peace. +PARIS +Of honourable reckoning are you both; +And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long. +But now, my lord, what say you to my suit? +CAPULET +But saying o'er what I have said before: +My child is yet a stranger in the world; +She hath not seen the change of fourteen years, +Let two more summers wither in their pride, +Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. +PARIS +Younger than she are happy mothers made. +CAPULET +And too soon marr'd are those so early made. +The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, +She is the hopeful lady of my earth: +But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, +My will to her consent is but a part; +An she agree, within her scope of choice +Lies my consent and fair according voice. +This night I hold an old accustom'd feast, +Whereto I have invited many a guest, +Such as I love; and you, among the store, +One more, most welcome, makes my number more. +At my poor house look to behold this night +Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light: +Such comfort as do lusty young men feel +When well-apparell'd April on the heel +Of limping winter treads, even such delight +Among fresh female buds shall you this night +Inherit at my house; hear all, all see, +And like her most whose merit most shall be: +Which on more view, of many mine being one +May stand in number, though in reckoning none, +Come, go with me. +To Servant, giving a paper + +Go, sirrah, trudge about +Through fair Verona; find those persons out +Whose names are written there, and to them say, +My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. +Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS + +Servant +Find them out whose names are written here! It is +written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his +yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with +his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am +sent to find those persons whose names are here +writ, and can never find what names the writing +person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time. +Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO + +BENVOLIO +Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning, +One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish; +Turn giddy, and be holp 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. +ROMEO +Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that. +BENVOLIO +For what, I pray thee? +ROMEO +For your broken shin. +BENVOLIO +Why, Romeo, art thou mad? +ROMEO +Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is; +Shut up in prison, kept without my food, +Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow. +Servant +God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read? +ROMEO +Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. +Servant +Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I +pray, can you read any thing you see? +ROMEO +Ay, if I know the letters and the language. +Servant +Ye say honestly: rest you merry! +ROMEO +Stay, fellow; I can read. +Reads + +'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters; +County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady +widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely +nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine +uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece +Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin +Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair +assembly: whither should they come? +Servant +Up. +ROMEO +Whither? +Servant +To supper; to our house. +ROMEO +Whose house? +Servant +My master's. +ROMEO +Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before. +Servant +Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the +great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house +of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. +Rest you merry! +Exit + +BENVOLIO +At this same ancient feast of Capulet's +Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest, +With all the admired beauties of Verona: +Go thither; and, with unattainted eye, +Compare her face with some that I shall show, +And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. +ROMEO +When the devout religion of mine eye +Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; +And these, who often drown'd could never die, +Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars! +One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun +Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun. +BENVOLIO +Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by, +Herself poised with herself in either eye: +But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd +Your lady's love against some other maid +That I will show you shining at this feast, +And she shall scant show well that now shows best. +ROMEO +I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, +But to rejoice in splendor of mine own. +Exeunt + +SCENE III. A room in Capulet's house. +Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse +LADY CAPULET +Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me. +Nurse +Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old, +I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird! +God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet! +Enter JULIET + +JULIET +How now! who calls? +Nurse +Your mother. +JULIET +Madam, I am here. +What is your will? +LADY CAPULET +This is the matter:--Nurse, give leave awhile, +We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again; +I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel. +Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age. +Nurse +Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour. +LADY CAPULET +She's not fourteen. +Nurse +I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,-- +And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four-- +She is not fourteen. How long is it now +To Lammas-tide? +LADY CAPULET +A fortnight and odd days. +Nurse +Even 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!-- +Were 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; +And she was wean'd,--I never shall forget it,-- +Of all the days of the year, upon that day: +For I had then laid wormwood to my dug, +Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall; +My lord and you were then at Mantua:-- +Nay, I do bear a brain:--but, as I said, +When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple +Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool, +To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug! +Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow, +To bid me trudge: +And since that time it is eleven years; +For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood, +She could have run and waddled all about; +For even the day before, she broke her brow: +And then my husband--God be with his soul! +A' was a merry man--took up the child: +'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face? +Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit; +Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame, +The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.' +To see, now, how a jest shall come about! +I warrant, an I should live a thousand years, +I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he; +And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.' +LADY CAPULET +Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace. +Nurse +Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, +To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' +And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow +A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone; +A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly: +'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face? +Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age; +Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.' +JULIET +And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I. +Nurse +Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace! +Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed: +An I might live to see thee married once, +I have my wish. +LADY CAPULET +Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme +I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet, +How stands your disposition to be married? +JULIET +It is an honour that I dream not of. +Nurse +An honour! were not I thine only nurse, +I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat. +LADY CAPULET +Well, think of marriage now; younger than you, +Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, +Are made already mothers: by my count, +I was your mother much upon these years +That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief: +The valiant Paris seeks you for his love. +Nurse +A man, young lady! lady, such a man +As all the world--why, he's a man of wax. +LADY CAPULET +Verona's summer hath not such a flower. +Nurse +Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower. +LADY CAPULET +What say you? can you love the gentleman? +This night you shall behold him at our feast; +Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face, +And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; +Examine every married lineament, +And see how one another lends content +And what obscured in this fair volume lies +Find written in the margent of his eyes. +This precious book of love, this unbound lover, +To beautify him, only lacks a cover: +The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride +For fair without the fair within to hide: +That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, +That in gold clasps locks in the golden story; +So shall you share all that he doth possess, +By having him, making yourself no less. +Nurse +No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men. +LADY CAPULET +Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love? +JULIET +I'll look to like, if looking liking move: +But no more deep will I endart mine eye +Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. +Enter a Servant + +Servant +Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you +called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in +the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must +hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight. +LADY CAPULET +We follow thee. +Exit Servant + +Juliet, the county stays. +Nurse +Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days. +Exeunt + +SCENE IV. A street. +Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others +ROMEO +What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? +Or shall we on without a apology? +BENVOLIO +The date is out of such prolixity: +We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf, +Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, +Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper; +Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke +After the prompter, for our entrance: +But let them measure us by what they will; +We'll measure them a measure, and be gone. +ROMEO +Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling; +Being but heavy, I will bear the light. +MERCUTIO +Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. +ROMEO +Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes +With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead +So stakes me to the ground I cannot move. +MERCUTIO +You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, +And soar with them above a common bound. +ROMEO +I am too sore enpierced with his shaft +To soar with his light feathers, and so bound, +I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe: +Under love's heavy burden do I sink. +MERCUTIO +And, to sink in it, should you burden love; +Too great oppression for a tender thing. +ROMEO +Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, +Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. +MERCUTIO +If 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 I +What curious eye doth quote deformities? +Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me. +BENVOLIO +Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in, +But every man betake him to his legs. +ROMEO +A torch for me: let wantons light of heart +Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels, +For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase; +I'll be a candle-holder, and look on. +The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done. +MERCUTIO +Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word: +If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire +Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st +Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho! +ROMEO +Nay, that's not so. +MERCUTIO +I mean, sir, in delay +We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. +Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits +Five times in that ere once in our five wits. +ROMEO +And we mean well in going to this mask; +But 'tis no wit to go. +MERCUTIO +Why, may one ask? +ROMEO +I dream'd a dream to-night. +MERCUTIO +And so did I. +ROMEO +Well, what was yours? +MERCUTIO +That dreamers often lie. +ROMEO +In bed asleep, while they do dream things true. +MERCUTIO +O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. +She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes +In shape no bigger than an agate-stone +On the fore-finger of an alderman, +Drawn with a team of little atomies +Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep; +Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs, +The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, +The traces of the smallest spider's web, +The collars of the moonshine's watery beams, +Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film, +Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat, +Not so big as a round little worm +Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; +Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut +Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, +Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. +And in this state she gallops night by night +Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; +O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight, +O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees, +O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream, +Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, +Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: +Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, +And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; +And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail +Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, +Then dreams, he of another benefice: +Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, +And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, +Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, +Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon +Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, +And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two +And sleeps again. This is that very Mab +That plats the manes of horses in the night, +And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs, +Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes: +This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, +That presses them and learns them first to bear, +Making them women of good carriage: +This is she-- +ROMEO +Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! +Thou talk'st of nothing. +MERCUTIO +True, I talk of dreams, +Which are the children of an idle brain, +Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, +Which is as thin of substance as the air +And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes +Even now the frozen bosom of the north, +And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, +Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. +BENVOLIO +This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves; +Supper is done, and we shall come too late. +ROMEO +I fear, too early: for my mind misgives +Some consequence yet hanging in the stars +Shall bitterly begin his fearful date +With this night's revels and expire the term +Of a despised life closed in my breast +By some vile forfeit of untimely death. +But He, that hath the steerage of my course, +Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen. +BENVOLIO +Strike, drum. +Exeunt + +SCENE V. A hall in Capulet's house. +Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkins +First Servant +Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He +shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher! +Second Servant +When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's +hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing. +First Servant +Away with the joint-stools, remove the +court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save +me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let +the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. +Antony, and Potpan! +Second Servant +Ay, boy, ready. +First Servant +You are looked for and called for, asked for and +sought for, in the great chamber. +Second Servant +We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be +brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all. +Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers + +CAPULET +Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes +Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you. +Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all +Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty, +She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now? +Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day +That I have worn a visor and could tell +A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, +Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone: +You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play. +A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls. +Music plays, and they dance + +More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up, +And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot. +Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well. +Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet; +For you and I are past our dancing days: +How long is't now since last yourself and I +Were in a mask? +Second Capulet +By'r lady, thirty years. +CAPULET +What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much: +'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio, +Come pentecost as quickly as it will, +Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd. +Second Capulet +'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir; +His son is thirty. +CAPULET +Will you tell me that? +His son was but a ward two years ago. +ROMEO +[To a Servingman] What lady is that, which doth +enrich the hand +Of yonder knight? +Servant +I know not, sir. +ROMEO +O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! +It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night +Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear; +Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! +So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, +As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. +The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, +And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. +Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! +For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. +TYBALT +This, by his voice, should be a Montague. +Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave +Come hither, cover'd with an antic face, +To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? +Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, +To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin. +CAPULET +Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so? +TYBALT +Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe, +A villain that is hither come in spite, +To scorn at our solemnity this night. +CAPULET +Young Romeo is it? +TYBALT +'Tis he, that villain Romeo. +CAPULET +Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone; +He bears him like a portly gentleman; +And, to say truth, Verona brags of him +To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth: +I would not for the wealth of all the town +Here in my house do him disparagement: +Therefore be patient, take no note of him: +It is my will, the which if thou respect, +Show a fair presence and put off these frowns, +And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast. +TYBALT +It fits, when such a villain is a guest: +I'll not endure him. +CAPULET +He shall be endured: +What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to; +Am I the master here, or you? go to. +You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul! +You'll make a mutiny among my guests! +You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man! +TYBALT +Why, uncle, 'tis a shame. +CAPULET +Go to, go to; +You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed? +This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what: +You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time. +Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go: +Be quiet, or--More light, more light! For shame! +I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts! +TYBALT +Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting +Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. +I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall +Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall. +Exit + +ROMEO +[To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand +This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: +My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand +To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. +JULIET +Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, +Which mannerly devotion shows in this; +For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, +And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. +ROMEO +Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? +JULIET +Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. +ROMEO +O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; +They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. +JULIET +Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. +ROMEO +Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. +Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. +JULIET +Then have my lips the sin that they have took. +ROMEO +Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! +Give me my sin again. +JULIET +You kiss by the book. +Nurse +Madam, your mother craves a word with you. +ROMEO +What is her mother? +Nurse +Marry, bachelor, +Her mother is the lady of the house, +And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous +I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal; +I tell you, he that can lay hold of her +Shall have the chinks. +ROMEO +Is she a Capulet? +O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. +BENVOLIO +Away, begone; the sport is at the best. +ROMEO +Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest. +CAPULET +Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; +We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. +Is it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all +I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night. +More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed. +Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late: +I'll to my rest. +Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse + +JULIET +Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman? +Nurse +The son and heir of old Tiberio. +JULIET +What's he that now is going out of door? +Nurse +Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio. +JULIET +What's he that follows there, that would not dance? +Nurse +I know not. +JULIET +Go ask his name: if he be married. +My grave is like to be my wedding bed. +Nurse +His name is Romeo, and a Montague; +The only son of your great enemy. +JULIET +My only love sprung from my only hate! +Too early seen unknown, and known too late! +Prodigious birth of love it is to me, +That I must love a loathed enemy. +Nurse +What's this? what's this? +JULIET +A rhyme I learn'd even now +Of one I danced withal. +One calls within 'Juliet.' + +Nurse +Anon, anon! +Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. +Exeunt + +ACT II +PROLOGUE +Enter Chorus +Chorus +Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie, +And young affection gapes to be his heir; +That fair for which love groan'd for and would die, +With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair. +Now Romeo is beloved and loves again, +Alike betwitched by the charm of looks, +But to his foe supposed he must complain, +And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: +Being held a foe, he may not have access +To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; +And she as much in love, her means much less +To meet her new-beloved any where: +But passion lends them power, time means, to meet +Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. +Exit + +SCENE I. A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard. +Enter ROMEO +ROMEO +Can I go forward when my heart is here? +Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. +He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it + +Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO + +BENVOLIO +Romeo! my cousin Romeo! +MERCUTIO +He is wise; +And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed. +BENVOLIO +He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall: +Call, good Mercutio. +MERCUTIO +Nay, I'll conjure too. +Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover! +Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh: +Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; +Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;' +Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, +One nick-name for her purblind son and heir, +Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, +When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid! +He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not; +The ape is dead, and I must conjure him. +I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, +By her high forehead and her scarlet lip, +By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh +And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, +That in thy likeness thou appear to us! +BENVOLIO +And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. +MERCUTIO +This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him +To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle +Of some strange nature, letting it there stand +Till she had laid it and conjured it down; +That were some spite: my invocation +Is fair and honest, and in his mistres s' name +I conjure only but to raise up him. +BENVOLIO +Come, he hath hid himself among these trees, +To be consorted with the humorous night: +Blind is his love and best befits the dark. +MERCUTIO +If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. +Now will he sit under a medlar tree, +And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit +As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone. +Romeo, that she were, O, that she were +An open et caetera, thou a poperin pear! +Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed; +This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep: +Come, shall we go? +BENVOLIO +Go, then; for 'tis in vain +To seek him here that means not to be found. +Exeunt + +SCENE II. Capulet's orchard. +Enter ROMEO +ROMEO +He jests at scars that never felt a wound. +JULIET appears above at a window + +But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? +It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. +Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, +Who is already sick and pale with grief, +That thou her maid art far more fair than she: +Be not her maid, since she is envious; +Her vestal livery is but sick and green +And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. +It is my lady, O, it is my love! +O, that she knew she were! +She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? +Her eye discourses; I will answer it. +I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: +Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, +Having some business, do entreat her eyes +To twinkle in their spheres till they return. +What if her eyes were there, they in her head? +The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, +As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven +Would through the airy region stream so bright +That birds would sing and think it were not night. +See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! +O, that I were a glove upon that hand, +That I might touch that cheek! +JULIET +Ay me! +ROMEO +She speaks: +O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art +As glorious to this night, being o'er my head +As is a winged messenger of heaven +Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes +Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him +When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds +And sails upon the bosom of the air. +JULIET +O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? +Deny thy father and refuse thy name; +Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, +And I'll no longer be a Capulet. +ROMEO +[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? +JULIET +'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; +Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. +What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, +Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part +Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! +What's in a name? that which we call a rose +By any other name would smell as sweet; +So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, +Retain that dear perfection which he owes +Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, +And for that name which is no part of thee +Take all myself. +ROMEO +I take thee at thy word: +Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; +Henceforth I never will be Romeo. +JULIET +What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night +So stumblest on my counsel? +ROMEO +By a name +I know not how to tell thee who I am: +My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, +Because it is an enemy to thee; +Had I it written, I would tear the word. +JULIET +My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words +Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound: +Art thou not Romeo and a Montague? +ROMEO +Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. +JULIET +How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? +The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, +And the place death, considering who thou art, +If any of my kinsmen find thee here. +ROMEO +With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls; +For stony limits cannot hold love out, +And what love can do that dares love attempt; +Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me. +JULIET +If they do see thee, they will murder thee. +ROMEO +Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye +Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, +And I am proof against their enmity. +JULIET +I would not for the world they saw thee here. +ROMEO +I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; +And but thou love me, let them find me here: +My life were better ended by their hate, +Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. +JULIET +By whose direction found'st thou out this place? +ROMEO +By love, who first did prompt me to inquire; +He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes. +I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far +As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea, +I would adventure for such merchandise. +JULIET +Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, +Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek +For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night +Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny +What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! +Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' +And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st, +Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries +Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, +If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: +Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, +I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay, +So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. +In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, +And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light: +But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true +Than those that have more cunning to be strange. +I should have been more strange, I must confess, +But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, +My true love's passion: therefore pardon me, +And not impute this yielding to light love, +Which the dark night hath so discovered. +ROMEO +Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear +That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops-- +JULIET +O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, +That monthly changes in her circled orb, +Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. +ROMEO +What shall I swear by? +JULIET +Do not swear at all; +Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, +Which is the god of my idolatry, +And I'll believe thee. +ROMEO +If my heart's dear love-- +JULIET +Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, +I have no joy of this contract to-night: +It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; +Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be +Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! +This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, +May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. +Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest +Come to thy heart as that within my breast! +ROMEO +O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? +JULIET +What satisfaction canst thou have to-night? +ROMEO +The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. +JULIET +I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: +And yet I would it were to give again. +ROMEO +Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? +JULIET +But to be frank, and give it thee again. +And yet I wish but for the thing I have: +My bounty is as boundless as the sea, +My love as deep; the more I give to thee, +The more I have, for both are infinite. +Nurse calls within + +I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu! +Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true. +Stay but a little, I will come again. +Exit, above + +ROMEO +O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard. +Being in night, all this is but a dream, +Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. +Re-enter JULIET, above + +JULIET +Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed. +If that thy bent of love be honourable, +Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, +By one that I'll procure to come to thee, +Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite; +And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay +And follow thee my lord throughout the world. +Nurse +[Within] Madam! +JULIET +I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well, +I do beseech thee-- +Nurse +[Within] Madam! +JULIET +By and by, I come:-- +To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief: +To-morrow will I send. +ROMEO +So thrive my soul-- +JULIET +A thousand times good night! +Exit, above + +ROMEO +A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. +Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from +their books, +But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. +Retiring + +Re-enter JULIET, above + +JULIET +Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice, +To lure this tassel-gentle back again! +Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; +Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, +And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine, +With repetition of my Romeo's name. +ROMEO +It is my soul that calls upon my name: +How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, +Like softest music to attending ears! +JULIET +Romeo! +ROMEO +My dear? +JULIET +At what o'clock to-morrow +Shall I send to thee? +ROMEO +At the hour of nine. +JULIET +I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then. +I have forgot why I did call thee back. +ROMEO +Let me stand here till thou remember it. +JULIET +I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, +Remembering how I love thy company. +ROMEO +And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, +Forgetting any other home but this. +JULIET +'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: +And yet no further than a wanton's bird; +Who lets it hop a little from her hand, +Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, +And with a silk thread plucks it back again, +So loving-jealous of his liberty. +ROMEO +I would I were thy bird. +JULIET +Sweet, so would I: +Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. +Good night, good night! parting is such +sweet sorrow, +That I shall say good night till it be morrow. +Exit above + +ROMEO +Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! +Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! +Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell, +His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. +Exit + +SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell. +Enter FRIAR LAURENCE, with a basket +FRIAR LAURENCE +The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, +Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light, +And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels +From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels: +Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye, +The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry, +I must up-fill this osier cage of ours +With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers. +The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb; +What is her burying grave that is her womb, +And from her womb children of divers kind +We sucking on her natural bosom find, +Many for many virtues excellent, +None but for some and yet all different. +O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies +In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: +For nought so vile that on the earth doth live +But to the earth some special good doth give, +Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use +Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: +Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; +And vice sometimes by action dignified. +Within the infant rind of this small flower +Poison hath residence and medicine power: +For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; +Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. +Two such opposed kings encamp them still +In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will; +And where the worser is predominant, +Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. +Enter ROMEO + +ROMEO +Good morrow, father. +FRIAR LAURENCE +Benedicite! +What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? +Young son, it argues a distemper'd head +So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed: +Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, +And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; +But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain +Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign: +Therefore thy earliness doth me assure +Thou art up-roused by some distemperature; +Or if not so, then here I hit it right, +Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night. +ROMEO +That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. +FRIAR LAURENCE +God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline? +ROMEO +With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no; +I have forgot that name, and that name's woe. +FRIAR LAURENCE +That's my good son: but where hast thou been, then? +ROMEO +I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. +I have been feasting with mine enemy, +Where on a sudden one hath wounded me, +That's by me wounded: both our remedies +Within thy help and holy physic lies: +I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo, +My intercession likewise steads my foe. +FRIAR LAURENCE +Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; +Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. +ROMEO +Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set +On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: +As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; +And all combined, save what thou must combine +By holy marriage: when and where and how +We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow, +I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, +That thou consent to marry us to-day. +FRIAR LAURENCE +Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here! +Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, +So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies +Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. +Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine +Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! +How much salt water thrown away in waste, +To season love, that of it doth not taste! +The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, +Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears; +Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit +Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet: +If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine, +Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline: +And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then, +Women may fall, when there's no strength in men. +ROMEO +Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline. +FRIAR LAURENCE +For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. +ROMEO +And bad'st me bury love. +FRIAR LAURENCE +Not in a grave, +To lay one in, another out to have. +ROMEO +I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now +Doth grace for grace and love for love allow; +The other did not so. +FRIAR LAURENCE +O, she knew well +Thy love did read by rote and could not spell. +But come, young waverer, come, go with me, +In one respect I'll thy assistant be; +For this alliance may so happy prove, +To turn your households' rancour to pure love. +ROMEO +O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. +FRIAR LAURENCE +Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. +Exeunt + +SCENE IV. A street. +Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO +MERCUTIO +Where the devil should this Romeo be? +Came he not home to-night? +BENVOLIO +Not to his father's; I spoke with his man. +MERCUTIO +Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline. +Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. +BENVOLIO +Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, +Hath sent a letter to his father's house. +MERCUTIO +A challenge, on my life. +BENVOLIO +Romeo will answer it. +MERCUTIO +Any man that can write may answer a letter. +BENVOLIO +Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he +dares, being dared. +MERCUTIO +Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead; stabbed with a +white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a +love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the +blind bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man to +encounter Tybalt? +BENVOLIO +Why, what is Tybalt? +MERCUTIO +More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is +the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as +you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and +proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and +the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk +button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the +very first house, of the first and second cause: +ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the +hai! +BENVOLIO +The what? +MERCUTIO +The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting +fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! 'By Jesu, +a very good blade! a very tall man! a very good +whore!' Why, is not this a lamentable thing, +grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with +these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these +perdona-mi's, who stand so much on the new form, +that they cannot at ease on the old bench? O, their +bones, their bones! +Enter ROMEO + +BENVOLIO +Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo. +MERCUTIO +Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh, +how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers +that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a +kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to +be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy; +Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey +eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior +Romeo, bon jour! there's a French salutation +to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit +fairly last night. +ROMEO +Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you? +MERCUTIO +The ship, sir, the slip; can you not conceive? +ROMEO +Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in +such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy. +MERCUTIO +That's as much as to say, such a case as yours +constrains a man to bow in the hams. +ROMEO +Meaning, to court'sy. +MERCUTIO +Thou hast most kindly hit it. +ROMEO +A most courteous exposition. +MERCUTIO +Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy. +ROMEO +Pink for flower. +MERCUTIO +Right. +ROMEO +Why, then is my pump well flowered. +MERCUTIO +Well said: follow me this jest now till thou hast +worn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it +is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular. +ROMEO +O single-soled jest, solely singular for the +singleness. +MERCUTIO +Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint. +ROMEO +Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match. +MERCUTIO +Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have +done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of +thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five: +was I with you there for the goose? +ROMEO +Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast +not there for the goose. +MERCUTIO +I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. +ROMEO +Nay, good goose, bite not. +MERCUTIO +Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most +sharp sauce. +ROMEO +And is it not well served in to a sweet goose? +MERCUTIO +O here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an +inch narrow to an ell broad! +ROMEO +I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added +to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose. +MERCUTIO +Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? +now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art +thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: +for this drivelling love is like a great natural, +that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole. +BENVOLIO +Stop there, stop there. +MERCUTIO +Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair. +BENVOLIO +Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large. +MERCUTIO +O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short: +for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and +meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer. +ROMEO +Here's goodly gear! +Enter Nurse and PETER + +MERCUTIO +A sail, a sail! +BENVOLIO +Two, two; a shirt and a smock. +Nurse +Peter! +PETER +Anon! +Nurse +My fan, Peter. +MERCUTIO +Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the +fairer face. +Nurse +God ye good morrow, gentlemen. +MERCUTIO +God ye good den, fair gentlewoman. +Nurse +Is it good den? +MERCUTIO +'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the +dial is now upon the prick of noon. +Nurse +Out upon you! what a man are you! +ROMEO +One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to +mar. +Nurse +By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,' +quoth a'? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I +may find the young Romeo? +ROMEO +I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when +you have found him than he was when you sought him: +I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse. +Nurse +You say well. +MERCUTIO +Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith; +wisely, wisely. +Nurse +if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with +you. +BENVOLIO +She will indite him to some supper. +MERCUTIO +A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! so ho! +ROMEO +What hast thou found? +MERCUTIO +No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie, +that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent. +Sings + +An old hare hoar, +And an old hare hoar, +Is very good meat in lent +But a hare that is hoar +Is too much for a score, +When it hoars ere it be spent. +Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll +to dinner, thither. +ROMEO +I will follow you. +MERCUTIO +Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, +Singing + +'lady, lady, lady.' +Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO + +Nurse +Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucy +merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery? +ROMEO +A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, +and will speak more in a minute than he will stand +to in a month. +Nurse +An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him +down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such +Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall. +Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am +none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by +too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure? +PETER +I saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weapon +should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare +draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a +good quarrel, and the law on my side. +Nurse +Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about +me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word: +and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you +out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself: +but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into +a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross +kind of behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman +is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double +with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered +to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing. +ROMEO +Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I +protest unto thee-- +Nurse +Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much: +Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman. +ROMEO +What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me. +Nurse +I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as +I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer. +ROMEO +Bid her devise +Some means to come to shrift this afternoon; +And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell +Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains. +Nurse +No truly sir; not a penny. +ROMEO +Go to; I say you shall. +Nurse +This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there. +ROMEO +And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall: +Within this hour my man shall be with thee +And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair; +Which to the high top-gallant of my joy +Must be my convoy in the secret night. +Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains: +Farewell; commend me to thy mistress. +Nurse +Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir. +ROMEO +What say'st thou, my dear nurse? +Nurse +Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say, +Two may keep counsel, putting one away? +ROMEO +I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel. +NURSE +Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady--Lord, +Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing:--O, there +is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain +lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief +see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her +sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer +man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks +as pale as any clout in the versal world. Doth not +rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter? +ROMEO +Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R. +Nurse +Ah. mocker! that's the dog's name; R is for +the--No; I know it begins with some other +letter:--and she hath the prettiest sententious of +it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good +to hear it. +ROMEO +Commend me to thy lady. +Nurse +Ay, a thousand times. +Exit Romeo + +Peter! +PETER +Anon! +Nurse +Peter, take my fan, and go before and apace. +Exeunt + +SCENE V. Capulet's orchard. +Enter JULIET +JULIET +The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse; +In half an hour she promised to return. +Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so. +O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts, +Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, +Driving back shadows over louring hills: +Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, +And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. +Now is the sun upon the highmost hill +Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve +Is three long hours, yet she is not come. +Had she affections and warm youthful blood, +She would be as swift in motion as a ball; +My words would bandy her to my sweet love, +And his to me: +But old folks, many feign as they were dead; +Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead. +O God, she comes! +Enter Nurse and PETER + +O honey nurse, what news? +Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away. +Nurse +Peter, stay at the gate. +Exit PETER + +JULIET +Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad? +Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; +If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news +By playing it to me with so sour a face. +Nurse +I am a-weary, give me leave awhile: +Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had! +JULIET +I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: +Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak. +Nurse +Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile? +Do you not see that I am out of breath? +JULIET +How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath +To say to me that thou art out of breath? +The excuse that thou dost make in this delay +Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse. +Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that; +Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance: +Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad? +Nurse +Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not +how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his +face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels +all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body, +though they be not to be talked on, yet they are +past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy, +but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy +ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home? +JULIET +No, no: but all this did I know before. +What says he of our marriage? what of that? +Nurse +Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I! +It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. +My back o' t' other side,--O, my back, my back! +Beshrew your heart for sending me about, +To catch my death with jaunting up and down! +JULIET +I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well. +Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? +Nurse +Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a +courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I +warrant, a virtuous,--Where is your mother? +JULIET +Where is my mother! why, she is within; +Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest! +'Your love says, like an honest gentleman, +Where is your mother?' +Nurse +O God's lady dear! +Are you so hot? marry, come up, I trow; +Is this the poultice for my aching bones? +Henceforward do your messages yourself. +JULIET +Here's such a coil! come, what says Romeo? +Nurse +Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? +JULIET +I have. +Nurse +Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell; +There stays a husband to make you a wife: +Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, +They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. +Hie you to church; I must another way, +To fetch a ladder, by the which your love +Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark: +I am the drudge and toil in your delight, +But you shall bear the burden soon at night. +Go; I'll to dinner: hie you to the cell. +JULIET +Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell. +Exeunt + +SCENE VI. Friar Laurence's cell. +Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO +FRIAR LAURENCE +So smile the heavens upon this holy act, +That after hours with sorrow chide us not! +ROMEO +Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, +It cannot countervail the exchange of joy +That one short minute gives me in her sight: +Do thou but close our hands with holy words, +Then love-devouring death do what he dare; +It is enough I may but call her mine. +FRIAR LAURENCE +These violent delights have violent ends +And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, +Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey +Is loathsome in his own deliciousness +And in the taste confounds the appetite: +Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; +Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. +Enter JULIET + +Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot +Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint: +A lover may bestride the gossamer +That idles in the wanton summer air, +And yet not fall; so light is vanity. +JULIET +Good even to my ghostly confessor. +FRIAR LAURENCE +Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. +JULIET +As much to him, else is his thanks too much. +ROMEO +Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy +Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more +To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath +This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue +Unfold the imagined happiness that both +Receive in either by this dear encounter. +JULIET +Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, +Brags of his substance, not of ornament: +They are but beggars that can count their worth; +But my true love is grown to such excess +I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth. +FRIAR LAURENCE +Come, come with me, and we will make short work; +For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone +Till holy church incorporate two in one. +Exeunt + +ACT III +SCENE I. A public place. +Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants +BENVOLIO +I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire: +The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, +And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl; +For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. +MERCUTIO +Thou art like one of those fellows that when he +enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword +upon the table and says 'God send me no need of +thee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws +it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need. +BENVOLIO +Am I like such a fellow? +MERCUTIO +Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as +any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as +soon moody to be moved. +BENVOLIO +And what to? +MERCUTIO +Nay, an there were two such, we should have none +shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why, +thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, +or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou +wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no +other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what +eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel? +Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of +meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as +an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a +man for coughing in the street, because he hath +wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun: +didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing +his new doublet before Easter? with another, for +tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou +wilt tutor me from quarrelling! +BENVOLIO +An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man +should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter. +MERCUTIO +The fee-simple! O simple! +BENVOLIO +By my head, here come the Capulets. +MERCUTIO +By my heel, I care not. +Enter TYBALT and others + +TYBALT +Follow me close, for I will speak to them. +Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you. +MERCUTIO +And but one word with one of us? couple it with +something; make it a word and a blow. +TYBALT +You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you +will give me occasion. +MERCUTIO +Could you not take some occasion without giving? +TYBALT +Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,-- +MERCUTIO +Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an +thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but +discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall +make you dance. 'Zounds, consort! +BENVOLIO +We talk here in the public haunt of men: +Either withdraw unto some private place, +And reason coldly of your grievances, +Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. +MERCUTIO +Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze; +I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. +Enter ROMEO + +TYBALT +Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man. +MERCUTIO +But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery: +Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; +Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.' +TYBALT +Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford +No better term than this,--thou art a villain. +ROMEO +Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee +Doth much excuse the appertaining rage +To such a greeting: villain am I none; +Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not. +TYBALT +Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries +That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw. +ROMEO +I do protest, I never injured thee, +But love thee better than thou canst devise, +Till thou shalt know the reason of my love: +And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender +As dearly as my own,--be satisfied. +MERCUTIO +O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! +Alla stoccata carries it away. +Draws + +Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? +TYBALT +What wouldst thou have with me? +MERCUTIO +Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine +lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you +shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the +eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher +by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your +ears ere it be out. +TYBALT +I am for you. +Drawing + +ROMEO +Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. +MERCUTIO +Come, sir, your passado. +They fight + +ROMEO +Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons. +Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage! +Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath +Forbidden bandying in Verona streets: +Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio! +TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies with his followers + +MERCUTIO +I am hurt. +A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. +Is he gone, and hath nothing? +BENVOLIO +What, art thou hurt? +MERCUTIO +Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. +Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. +Exit Page + +ROMEO +Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. +MERCUTIO +No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a +church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for +me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I +am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o' +both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a +cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a +rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of +arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I +was hurt under your arm. +ROMEO +I thought all for the best. +MERCUTIO +Help me into some house, Benvolio, +Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses! +They have made worms' meat of me: I have it, +And soundly too: your houses! +Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO + +ROMEO +This gentleman, the prince's near ally, +My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt +In my behalf; my reputation stain'd +With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour +Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet, +Thy beauty hath made me effeminate +And in my temper soften'd valour's steel! +Re-enter BENVOLIO + +BENVOLIO +O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead! +That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds, +Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. +ROMEO +This day's black fate on more days doth depend; +This but begins the woe, others must end. +BENVOLIO +Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. +ROMEO +Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain! +Away to heaven, respective lenity, +And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now! +Re-enter TYBALT + +Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, +That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul +Is but a little way above our heads, +Staying for thine to keep him company: +Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him. +TYBALT +Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here, +Shalt with him hence. +ROMEO +This shall determine that. +They fight; TYBALT falls + +BENVOLIO +Romeo, away, be gone! +The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain. +Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death, +If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away! +ROMEO +O, I am fortune's fool! +BENVOLIO +Why dost thou stay? +Exit ROMEO + +Enter Citizens, &c + +First Citizen +Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio? +Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? +BENVOLIO +There lies that Tybalt. +First Citizen +Up, sir, go with me; +I charge thee in the princes name, obey. +Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives, and others + +PRINCE +Where are the vile beginners of this fray? +BENVOLIO +O noble prince, I can discover all +The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: +There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, +That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. +LADY CAPULET +Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child! +O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt +O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true, +For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague. +O cousin, cousin! +PRINCE +Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? +BENVOLIO +Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay; +Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink +How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal +Your high displeasure: all this uttered +With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd, +Could not take truce with the unruly spleen +Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts +With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast, +Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point, +And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats +Cold death aside, and with the other sends +It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity, +Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, +'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than +his tongue, +His agile arm beats down their fatal points, +And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm +An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life +Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled; +But by and by comes back to Romeo, +Who had but newly entertain'd revenge, +And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I +Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain. +And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly. +This is the truth, or let Benvolio die. +LADY CAPULET +He is a kinsman to the Montague; +Affection makes him false; he speaks not true: +Some twenty of them fought in this black strife, +And all those twenty could but kill one life. +I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give; +Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live. +PRINCE +Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; +Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? +MONTAGUE +Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend; +His fault concludes but what the law should end, +The life of Tybalt. +PRINCE +And for that offence +Immediately we do exile him hence: +I have an interest in your hate's proceeding, +My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding; +But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine +That you shall all repent the loss of mine: +I will be deaf to pleading and excuses; +Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses: +Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste, +Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. +Bear hence this body and attend our will: +Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. +Exeunt + +SCENE II. Capulet's orchard. +Enter JULIET +JULIET +Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, +Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner +As Phaethon would whip you to the west, +And bring in cloudy night immediately. +Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, +That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo +Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen. +Lovers can see to do their amorous rites +By their own beauties; or, if love be blind, +It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, +Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, +And learn me how to lose a winning match, +Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods: +Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks, +With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold, +Think true love acted simple modesty. +Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; +For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night +Whiter than new snow on a raven's back. +Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night, +Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, +Take him and cut him out in little stars, +And he will make the face of heaven so fine +That all the world will be in love with night +And pay no worship to the garish sun. +O, I have bought the mansion of a love, +But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold, +Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day +As is the night before some festival +To an impatient child that hath new robes +And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse, +And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks +But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence. +Enter Nurse, with cords + +Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords +That Romeo bid thee fetch? +Nurse +Ay, ay, the cords. +Throws them down + +JULIET +Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands? +Nurse +Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead! +We are undone, lady, we are undone! +Alack the day! he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! +JULIET +Can heaven be so envious? +Nurse +Romeo can, +Though heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo! +Who ever would have thought it? Romeo! +JULIET +What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus? +This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell. +Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but 'I,' +And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more +Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice: +I am not I, if there be such an I; +Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.' +If he be slain, say 'I'; or if not, no: +Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe. +Nurse +I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,-- +God save the mark!--here on his manly breast: +A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse; +Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood, +All in gore-blood; I swounded at the sight. +JULIET +O, break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once! +To prison, eyes, ne'er look on liberty! +Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; +And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier! +Nurse +O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had! +O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman! +That ever I should live to see thee dead! +JULIET +What storm is this that blows so contrary? +Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? +My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord? +Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom! +For who is living, if those two are gone? +Nurse +Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; +Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished. +JULIET +O God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood? +Nurse +It did, it did; alas the day, it did! +JULIET +O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! +Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? +Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! +Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! +Despised substance of divinest show! +Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, +A damned saint, an honourable villain! +O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell, +When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend +In moral paradise of such sweet flesh? +Was ever book containing such vile matter +So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell +In such a gorgeous palace! +Nurse +There's no trust, +No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, +All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. +Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitae: +These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old. +Shame come to Romeo! +JULIET +Blister'd be thy tongue +For such a wish! he was not born to shame: +Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit; +For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd +Sole monarch of the universal earth. +O, what a beast was I to chide at him! +Nurse +Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin? +JULIET +Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? +Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name, +When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it? +But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? +That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband: +Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; +Your tributary drops belong to woe, +Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy. +My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; +And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband: +All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then? +Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, +That murder'd me: I would forget it fain; +But, O, it presses to my memory, +Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds: +'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo--banished;' +That 'banished,' that one word 'banished,' +Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death +Was woe enough, if it had ended there: +Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship +And needly will be rank'd with other griefs, +Why follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,' +Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, +Which modern lamentations might have moved? +But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death, +'Romeo is banished,' to speak that word, +Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, +All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banished!' +There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, +In that word's death; no words can that woe sound. +Where is my father, and my mother, nurse? +Nurse +Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: +Will you go to them? I will bring you thither. +JULIET +Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, +When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. +Take up those cords: poor ropes, you are beguiled, +Both you and I; for Romeo is exiled: +He made you for a highway to my bed; +But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. +Come, cords, come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed; +And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead! +Nurse +Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo +To comfort you: I wot well where he is. +Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night: +I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell. +JULIET +O, find him! give this ring to my true knight, +And bid him come to take his last farewell. +Exeunt + +SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell. +Enter FRIAR LAURENCE +FRIAR LAURENCE +Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man: +Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, +And thou art wedded to calamity. +Enter ROMEO + +ROMEO +Father, what news? what is the prince's doom? +What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, +That I yet know not? +FRIAR LAURENCE +Too familiar +Is my dear son with such sour company: +I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. +ROMEO +What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom? +FRIAR LAURENCE +A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips, +Not body's death, but body's banishment. +ROMEO +Ha, banishment! be merciful, say 'death;' +For exile hath more terror in his look, +Much more than death: do not say 'banishment.' +FRIAR LAURENCE +Hence from Verona art thou banished: +Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. +ROMEO +There is no world without Verona walls, +But purgatory, torture, hell itself. +Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, +And world's exile is death: then banished, +Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment, +Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe, +And smilest upon the stroke that murders me. +FRIAR LAURENCE +O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! +Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince, +Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law, +And turn'd that black word death to banishment: +This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not. +ROMEO +'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, +Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog +And little mouse, every unworthy thing, +Live here in heaven and may look on her; +But Romeo may not: more validity, +More honourable state, more courtship lives +In carrion-flies than Romeo: they my seize +On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand +And steal immortal blessing from her lips, +Who even in pure and vestal modesty, +Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin; +But Romeo may not; he is banished: +Flies may do this, but I from this must fly: +They are free men, but I am banished. +And say'st thou yet that exile is not death? +Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife, +No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, +But 'banished' to kill me?--'banished'? +O friar, the damned use that word in hell; +Howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart, +Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, +A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd, +To mangle me with that word 'banished'? +FRIAR LAURENCE +Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word. +ROMEO +O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. +FRIAR LAURENCE +I'll give thee armour to keep off that word: +Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, +To comfort thee, though thou art banished. +ROMEO +Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy! +Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, +Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom, +It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more. +FRIAR LAURENCE +O, then I see that madmen have no ears. +ROMEO +How should they, when that wise men have no eyes? +FRIAR LAURENCE +Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. +ROMEO +Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel: +Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, +An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, +Doting like me and like me banished, +Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair, +And fall upon the ground, as I do now, +Taking the measure of an unmade grave. +Knocking within + +FRIAR LAURENCE +Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself. +ROMEO +Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans, +Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. +Knocking + +FRIAR LAURENCE +Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, arise; +Thou wilt be taken. Stay awhile! Stand up; +Knocking + +Run to my study. By and by! God's will, +What simpleness is this! I come, I come! +Knocking + +Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will? +Nurse +[Within] Let me come in, and you shall know +my errand; +I come from Lady Juliet. +FRIAR LAURENCE +Welcome, then. +Enter Nurse + +Nurse +O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar, +Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo? +FRIAR LAURENCE +There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. +Nurse +O, he is even in my mistress' case, +Just in her case! O woful sympathy! +Piteous predicament! Even so lies she, +Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering. +Stand up, stand up; stand, and you be a man: +For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand; +Why should you fall into so deep an O? +ROMEO +Nurse! +Nurse +Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death's the end of all. +ROMEO +Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her? +Doth she not think me an old murderer, +Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy +With blood removed but little from her own? +Where is she? and how doth she? and what says +My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love? +Nurse +O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; +And now falls on her bed; and then starts up, +And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, +And then down falls again. +ROMEO +As if that name, +Shot from the deadly level of a gun, +Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand +Murder'd her kinsman. O, tell me, friar, tell me, +In what vile part of this anatomy +Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack +The hateful mansion. +Drawing his sword + +FRIAR LAURENCE +Hold thy desperate hand: +Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art: +Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote +The unreasonable fury of a beast: +Unseemly woman in a seeming man! +Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both! +Thou hast amazed me: by my holy order, +I thought thy disposition better temper'd. +Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself? +And stay thy lady too that lives in thee, +By doing damned hate upon thyself? +Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth? +Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet +In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose. +Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit; +Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all, +And usest none in that true use indeed +Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit: +Thy noble shape is but a form of wax, +Digressing from the valour of a man; +Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury, +Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish; +Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love, +Misshapen in the conduct of them both, +Like powder in a skitless soldier's flask, +Is set afire by thine own ignorance, +And thou dismember'd with thine own defence. +What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive, +For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead; +There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee, +But thou slew'st Tybalt; there are thou happy too: +The law that threaten'd death becomes thy friend +And turns it to exile; there art thou happy: +A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back; +Happiness courts thee in her best array; +But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench, +Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love: +Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. +Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed, +Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her: +But look thou stay not till the watch be set, +For then thou canst not pass to Mantua; +Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time +To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, +Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back +With twenty hundred thousand times more joy +Than thou went'st forth in lamentation. +Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady; +And bid her hasten all the house to bed, +Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto: +Romeo is coming. +Nurse +O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night +To hear good counsel: O, what learning is! +My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. +ROMEO +Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. +Nurse +Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir: +Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. +Exit + +ROMEO +How well my comfort is revived by this! +FRIAR LAURENCE +Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state: +Either be gone before the watch be set, +Or by the break of day disguised from hence: +Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man, +And he shall signify from time to time +Every good hap to you that chances here: +Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night. +ROMEO +But that a joy past joy calls out on me, +It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell. +Exeunt + +SCENE IV. A room in Capulet's house. +Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS +CAPULET +Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily, +That we have had no time to move our daughter: +Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly, +And so did I:--Well, we were born to die. +'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night: +I promise you, but for your company, +I would have been a-bed an hour ago. +PARIS +These times of woe afford no time to woo. +Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter. +LADY CAPULET +I will, and know her mind early to-morrow; +To-night she is mew'd up to her heaviness. +CAPULET +Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender +Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled +In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not. +Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; +Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love; +And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next-- +But, soft! what day is this? +PARIS +Monday, my lord, +CAPULET +Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon, +O' Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her, +She shall be married to this noble earl. +Will you be ready? do you like this haste? +We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two; +For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, +It may be thought we held him carelessly, +Being our kinsman, if we revel much: +Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, +And there an end. But what say you to Thursday? +PARIS +My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow. +CAPULET +Well get you gone: o' Thursday be it, then. +Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, +Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day. +Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho! +Afore me! it is so very very late, +That we may call it early by and by. +Good night. +Exeunt + +SCENE V. Capulet's orchard. +Enter ROMEO and JULIET above, at the window +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. +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. +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. +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. +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. +ROMEO +More light and light; more dark and dark our woes! +Enter Nurse, to the chamber + +Nurse +Madam! +JULIET +Nurse? +Nurse +Your lady mother is coming to your chamber: +The day is broke; be wary, look about. +Exit + +JULIET +Then, window, let day in, and let life out. +ROMEO +Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend. +He goeth down + +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! +ROMEO +Farewell! +I will omit no opportunity +That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. +JULIET +O think'st thou we shall ever meet again? +ROMEO +I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve +For sweet discourses in our time to come. +JULIET +O God, I have an ill-divining soul! +Methinks I see thee, now thou art below, +As one dead in the bottom of a tomb: +Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. +ROMEO +And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: +Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu! +Exit + +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. +LADY CAPULET +[Within] Ho, daughter! are you up? +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 + +LADY CAPULET +Why, how now, Juliet! +JULIET +Madam, I am not well. +LADY CAPULET +Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? +What, wilt thou wash him from his 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. +JULIET +Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. +LADY CAPULET +So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend +Which you weep for. +JULIET +Feeling so the loss, +Cannot choose but ever weep the friend. +LADY CAPULET +Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death, +As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. +JULIET +What villain madam? +LADY CAPULET +That same villain, Romeo. +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. +LADY CAPULET +That is, because the traitor murderer lives. +JULIET +Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands: +Would none but I might venge my cousin's death! +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. +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! +LADY CAPULET +Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. +But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. +JULIET +And joy comes well in such a needy time: +What are they, I beseech your ladyship? +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. +JULIET +Madam, in happy time, what day is that? +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. +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! +LADY CAPULET +Here comes your father; tell him so yourself, +And see how he will take it at your hands. +Enter CAPULET and Nurse + +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? +LADY CAPULET +Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. +I would the fool were married to her grave! +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? +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. +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! +LADY CAPULET +Fie, fie! what, are you mad? +JULIET +Good father, I beseech you on my knees, +Hear me with patience but to speak a word. +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 blest +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! +Nurse +God in heaven bless her! +You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. +CAPULET +And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue, +Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. +Nurse +I speak no treason. +CAPULET +O, God ye god-den. +Nurse +May not one speak? +CAPULET +Peace, you mumbling fool! +Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl; +For here we need it not. +LADY CAPULET +You are too hot. +CAPULET +God's bread! it makes me mad: +Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play, +Alone, in company, still my care hath been +To have her match'd: 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 + +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. +LADY CAPULET +Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word: +Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. +Exit + +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. +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. +JULIET +Speakest thou from thy heart? +Nurse +And from my soul too; +Or else beshrew them both. +JULIET +Amen! +Nurse +What? +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. +Nurse +Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. +Exit + +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 + +ACT IV +SCENE I. Friar Laurence's cell. +Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS +FRIAR LAURENCE +On Thursday, sir? the time is very short. +PARIS +My father Capulet will have it so; +And I am nothing slow to slack his haste. +FRIAR LAURENCE +You say you do not know the lady's mind: +Uneven is the course, I like it not. +PARIS +Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, +And therefore have I little talk'd of love; +For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. +Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous +That she doth 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. +FRIAR LAURENCE +[Aside] I would I knew not why it should be slow'd. +Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell. +Enter JULIET + +PARIS +Happily met, my lady and my wife! +JULIET +That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. +PARIS +That may be must be, love, on Thursday next. +JULIET +What must be shall be. +FRIAR LAURENCE +That's a certain text. +PARIS +Come you to make confession to this father? +JULIET +To answer that, I should confess to you. +PARIS +Do not deny to him that you love me. +JULIET +I will confess to you that I love him. +PARIS +So will ye, I am sure, that you love me. +JULIET +If I do so, it will be of more price, +Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. +PARIS +Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears. +JULIET +The tears have got small victory by that; +For it was bad enough before their spite. +PARIS +Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report. +JULIET +That is no slander, sir, which is a truth; +And what I spake, I spake it to my face. +PARIS +Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. +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? +FRIAR LAURENCE +My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now. +My lord, we must entreat the time alone. +PARIS +God shield I should disturb devotion! +Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye: +Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss. +Exit + +JULIET +O shut the door! and when thou hast done so, +Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help! +FRIAR LAURENCE +Ah, 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. +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. +God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; +And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd, +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 honour bring. +Be not so long to speak; I long to die, +If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy. +FRIAR LAURENCE +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: +And, if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy. +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'er-cover'd 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 unstain'd wife to my sweet love. +FRIAR LAURENCE +Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent +To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow: +To-morrow night look that thou lie alone; +Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber: +Take thou this vial, being then in bed, +And this distilled liquor drink thou off; +When presently through all thy veins shall run +A cold and drowsy humour, 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 borrow'd 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 uncover'd on the bier +Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault +Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie. +In the mean time, 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 valour in the acting it. +JULIET +Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear! +FRIAR LAURENCE +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. +JULIET +Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford. +Farewell, dear father! +Exeunt + +SCENE II. Hall in Capulet's house. +Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and two Servingmen +CAPULET +So many guests invite as here are writ. +Exit First Servant + +Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. +Second Servant +You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they +can lick their fingers. +CAPULET +How canst thou try them so? +Second Servant +Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his +own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his +fingers goes not with me. +CAPULET +Go, be gone. +Exit Second Servant + +We shall be much unfurnished for this time. +What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence? +Nurse +Ay, forsooth. +CAPULET +Well, he may chance to do some good on her: +A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is. +Nurse +See where she comes from shrift with merry look. +Enter JULIET + +CAPULET +How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding? +JULIET +Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin +Of disobedient opposition +To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd +By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here, +And beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you! +Henceforward I am ever ruled by you. +CAPULET +Send for the county; go tell him of this: +I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. +JULIET +I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell; +And gave him what becomed love I might, +Not step o'er the bounds of modesty. +CAPULET +Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up: +This is as't should be. Let me see the county; +Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither. +Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar, +Our whole city is much bound to him. +JULIET +Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, +To help me sort such needful ornaments +As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow? +LADY CAPULET +No, not till Thursday; there is time enough. +CAPULET +Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow. +Exeunt JULIET and Nurse + +LADY CAPULET +We shall be short in our provision: +'Tis now near night. +CAPULET +Tush, I will stir about, +And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife: +Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her; +I'll not to bed to-night; let me alone; +I'll play the housewife for this once. What, ho! +They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself +To County Paris, to prepare him up +Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light, +Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. +Exeunt + +SCENE III. Juliet's chamber. +Enter JULIET and Nurse +JULIET +Ay, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse, +I pray thee, leave me to my self to-night, +For I have need of many orisons +To move the heavens to smile upon my state, +Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin. +Enter LADY CAPULET + +LADY CAPULET +What, are you busy, ho? need you my help? +JULIET +No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries +As are behoveful for our state to-morrow: +So please you, let me now be left alone, +And let the nurse this night sit up with you; +For, I am sure, you have your hands full all, +In this so sudden business. +LADY CAPULET +Good night: +Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need. +Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse + +JULIET +Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again. +I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, +That almost freezes up the heat of life: +I'll call them back again to comfort me: +Nurse! What should she do here? +My dismal scene I needs must act alone. +Come, vial. +What if this mixture do not work at all? +Shall I be married then to-morrow morning? +No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there. +Laying down her dagger + +What if it be a poison, which the friar +Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead, +Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd, +Because he married me before to Romeo? +I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not, +For he hath still been tried a holy man. +How if, when I am laid into the tomb, +I wake before the time that Romeo +Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point! +Shall I not, then, be stifled in the vault, +To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, +And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? +Or, if I live, is it not very like, +The horrible conceit of death and night, +Together with the terror of the place,-- +As in a vault, an ancient receptacle, +Where, for these many hundred years, the bones +Of all my buried ancestors are packed: +Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, +Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say, +At some hours in the night spirits resort;-- +Alack, alack, is it not like that I, +So early waking, what with loathsome smells, +And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth, +That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:-- +O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught, +Environed with all these hideous fears? +And madly play with my forefather's joints? +And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud? +And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone, +As with a club, dash out my desperate brains? +O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost +Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body +Upon a rapier's point: stay, Tybalt, stay! +Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee. +She falls upon her bed, within the curtains + +SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet's house. +Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse +LADY CAPULET +Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse. +Nurse +They call for dates and quinces in the pastry. +Enter CAPULET + +CAPULET +Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd, +The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock: +Look to the baked meats, good Angelica: +Spare not for the cost. +Nurse +Go, you cot-quean, go, +Get you to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrow +For this night's watching. +CAPULET +No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now +All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. +LADY CAPULET +Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time; +But I will watch you from such watching now. +Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse + +CAPULET +A jealous hood, a jealous hood! +Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets + +Now, fellow, +What's there? +First Servant +Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what. +CAPULET +Make haste, make haste. +Exit First Servant + +Sirrah, fetch drier logs: +Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. +Second Servant +I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, +And never trouble Peter for the matter. +Exit + +CAPULET +Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha! +Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day: +The county will be here with music straight, +For so he said he would: I hear him near. +Music within + +Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say! +Re-enter Nurse + +Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up; +I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste, +Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already: +Make haste, I say. +Exeunt + +SCENE V. Juliet's chamber. +Enter Nurse +Nurse +Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she: +Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed! +Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride! +What, not a word? you take your pennyworths now; +Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, +The County Paris hath set up his rest, +That you shall rest but little. God forgive me, +Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep! +I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam! +Ay, let the county take you in your bed; +He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be? +Undraws the curtains + +What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again! +I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady! +Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead! +O, well-a-day, that ever I was born! +Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! my lady! +Enter LADY CAPULET + +LADY CAPULET +What noise is here? +Nurse +O lamentable day! +LADY CAPULET +What is the matter? +Nurse +Look, look! O heavy day! +LADY CAPULET +O me, O me! My child, my only life, +Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! +Help, help! Call help. +Enter CAPULET + +CAPULET +For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come. +Nurse +She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day! +LADY CAPULET +Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead! +CAPULET +Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's cold: +Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; +Life and these lips have long been separated: +Death lies on her like an untimely frost +Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. +Nurse +O lamentable day! +LADY CAPULET +O woful time! +CAPULET +Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, +Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. +Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians + +FRIAR LAURENCE +Come, is the bride ready to go to church? +CAPULET +Ready to go, but never to return. +O son! the night before thy wedding-day +Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies, +Flower as she was, deflowered by him. +Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir; +My daughter he hath wedded: I will die, +And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's. +PARIS +Have I thought long to see this morning's face, +And doth it give me such a sight as this? +LADY CAPULET +Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! +Most miserable hour that e'er time saw +In lasting labour of his pilgrimage! +But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, +But one thing to rejoice and solace in, +And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight! +Nurse +O woe! O woful, woful, woful day! +Most lamentable day, most woful day, +That ever, ever, I did yet behold! +O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! +Never was seen so black a day as this: +O woful day, O woful day! +PARIS +Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! +Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd, +By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown! +O love! O life! not life, but love in death! +CAPULET +Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd! +Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now +To murder, murder our solemnity? +O child! O child! my soul, and not my child! +Dead art thou! Alack! my child is dead; +And with my child my joys are buried. +FRIAR LAURENCE +Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not +In these confusions. Heaven and yourself +Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all, +And all the better is it for the maid: +Your part in her you could not keep from death, +But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. +The most you sought was her promotion; +For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced: +And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced +Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? +O, in this love, you love your child so ill, +That you run mad, seeing that she is well: +She's not well married that lives married long; +But she's best married that dies married young. +Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary +On this fair corse; and, as the custom is, +In all her best array bear her to church: +For though fond nature bids us an lament, +Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. +CAPULET +All things that we ordained festival, +Turn from their office to black funeral; +Our instruments to melancholy bells, +Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast, +Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change, +Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, +And all things change them to the contrary. +FRIAR LAURENCE +Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him; +And go, Sir Paris; every one prepare +To follow this fair corse unto her grave: +The heavens do lour upon you for some ill; +Move them no more by crossing their high will. +Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, PARIS, and FRIAR LAURENCE + +First Musician +Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone. +Nurse +Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up; +For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. +Exit + +First Musician +Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. +Enter PETER + +PETER +Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's +ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.' +First Musician +Why 'Heart's ease?' +PETER +O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My +heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump, +to comfort me. +First Musician +Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now. +PETER +You will not, then? +First Musician +No. +PETER +I will then give it you soundly. +First Musician +What will you give us? +PETER +No money, on my faith, but the gleek; +I will give you the minstrel. +First Musician +Then I will give you the serving-creature. +PETER +Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on +your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you, +I'll fa you; do you note me? +First Musician +An you re us and fa us, you note us. +Second Musician +Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit. +PETER +Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you +with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer +me like men: +'When griping grief the heart doth wound, +And doleful dumps the mind oppress, +Then music with her silver sound'-- +why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver +sound'? What say you, Simon Catling? +Musician +Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. +PETER +Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck? +Second Musician +I say 'silver sound,' because musicians sound for silver. +PETER +Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost? +Third Musician +Faith, I know not what to say. +PETER +O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say +for you. It is 'music with her silver sound,' +because musicians have no gold for sounding: +'Then music with her silver sound +With speedy help doth lend redress.' +Exit + +First Musician +What a pestilent knave is this same! +Second Musician +Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the +mourners, and stay dinner. +Exeunt + +ACT V +SCENE I. Mantua. A street. +Enter ROMEO +ROMEO +If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, +My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: +My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne; +And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit +Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. +I dreamt my lady came and found me dead-- +Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave +to think!-- +And breathed such life with kisses in my lips, +That I revived, and was an emperor. +Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, +When but love's shadows are so rich in joy! +Enter BALTHASAR, booted + +News from Verona!--How now, Balthasar! +Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar? +How doth my lady? Is my father well? +How fares my Juliet? that I ask again; +For nothing can be ill, if she be well. +BALTHASAR +Then she is well, and nothing can be ill: +Her body sleeps in Capel's monument, +And her immortal part with angels lives. +I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault, +And presently took post to tell it you: +O, pardon me for bringing these ill news, +Since you did leave it for my office, sir. +ROMEO +Is it even so? then I defy you, stars! +Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper, +And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night. +BALTHASAR +I do beseech you, sir, have patience: +Your looks are pale and wild, and do import +Some misadventure. +ROMEO +Tush, thou art deceived: +Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do. +Hast thou no letters to me from the friar? +BALTHASAR +No, my good lord. +ROMEO +No matter: get thee gone, +And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight. +Exit BALTHASAR + +Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. +Let's see for means: O mischief, thou art swift +To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! +I do remember an apothecary,-- +And hereabouts he dwells,--which late I noted +In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, +Culling of simples; meagre were his looks, +Sharp misery had worn him to the bones: +And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, +An alligator stuff'd, and other skins +Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves +A beggarly account of empty boxes, +Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds, +Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses, +Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show. +Noting this penury, to myself I said +'An if a man did need a poison now, +Whose sale is present death in Mantua, +Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.' +O, this same thought did but forerun my need; +And this same needy man must sell it me. +As I remember, this should be the house. +Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut. +What, ho! apothecary! +Enter Apothecary + +Apothecary +Who calls so loud? +ROMEO +Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor: +Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have +A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear +As will disperse itself through all the veins +That the life-weary taker may fall dead +And that the trunk may be discharged of breath +As violently as hasty powder fired +Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. +Apothecary +Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law +Is death to any he that utters them. +ROMEO +Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness, +And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, +Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes, +Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back; +The world is not thy friend nor the world's law; +The world affords no law to make thee rich; +Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. +Apothecary +My poverty, but not my will, consents. +ROMEO +I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. +Apothecary +Put this in any liquid thing you will, +And drink it off; and, if you had the strength +Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight. +ROMEO +There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, +Doing more murders in this loathsome world, +Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. +I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. +Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh. +Come, cordial and not poison, go with me +To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee. +Exeunt + +SCENE II. Friar Laurence's cell. +Enter FRIAR JOHN +FRIAR JOHN +Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! +Enter FRIAR LAURENCE + +FRIAR LAURENCE +This same should be the voice of Friar John. +Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo? +Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. +FRIAR JOHN +Going to find a bare-foot brother out +One of our order, to associate me, +Here in this city visiting the sick, +And finding him, the searchers of the town, +Suspecting that we both were in a house +Where the infectious pestilence did reign, +Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth; +So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd. +FRIAR LAURENCE +Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo? +FRIAR JOHN +I could not send it,--here it is again,-- +Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, +So fearful were they of infection. +FRIAR LAURENCE +Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, +The letter was not nice but full of charge +Of dear import, and the neglecting it +May do much danger. Friar John, go hence; +Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight +Unto my cell. +FRIAR JOHN +Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. +Exit + +FRIAR LAURENCE +Now must I to the monument alone; +Within three hours will fair Juliet wake: +She will beshrew me much that Romeo +Hath had no notice of these accidents; +But I will write again to Mantua, +And keep her at my cell till Romeo come; +Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb! +Exit + +SCENE III. A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets. +Enter PARIS, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch +PARIS +Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof: +Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. +Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along, +Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; +So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread, +Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves, +But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, +As signal that thou hear'st something approach. +Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go. +PAGE +[Aside] I am almost afraid to stand alone +Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure. +Retires + +PARIS +Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,-- +O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;-- +Which with sweet water nightly I will dew, +Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: +The obsequies that I for thee will keep +Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. +The Page whistles + +The boy gives warning something doth approach. +What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, +To cross my obsequies and true love's rite? +What with a torch! muffle me, night, awhile. +Retires + +Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, &c + +ROMEO +Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron. +Hold, take this letter; early in the morning +See thou deliver it to my lord and father. +Give me the light: upon thy life, I charge thee, +Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, +And do not interrupt me in my course. +Why I descend into this bed of death, +Is partly to behold my lady's face; +But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger +A precious ring, a ring that I must use +In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone: +But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry +In what I further shall intend to do, +By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint +And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: +The time and my intents are savage-wild, +More fierce and more inexorable far +Than empty tigers or the roaring sea. +BALTHASAR +I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. +ROMEO +So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that: +Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow. +BALTHASAR +[Aside] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout: +His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. +Retires + +ROMEO +Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, +Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth, +Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, +And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! +Opens the tomb + +PARIS +This is that banish'd haughty Montague, +That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief, +It is supposed, the fair creature died; +And here is come to do some villanous shame +To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him. +Comes forward + +Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague! +Can vengeance be pursued further than death? +Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee: +Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. +ROMEO +I must indeed; and therefore came I hither. +Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; +Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone; +Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth, +Put not another sin upon my head, +By urging me to fury: O, be gone! +By heaven, I love thee better than myself; +For I come hither arm'd against myself: +Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say, +A madman's mercy bade thee run away. +PARIS +I do defy thy conjurations, +And apprehend thee for a felon here. +ROMEO +Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy! +They fight + +PAGE +O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch. +Exit + +PARIS +O, I am slain! +Falls + +If thou be merciful, +Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. +Dies + +ROMEO +In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face. +Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris! +What said my man, when my betossed soul +Did not attend him as we rode? I think +He told me Paris should have married Juliet: +Said he not so? or did I dream it so? +Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, +To think it was so? O, give me thy hand, +One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! +I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave; +A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth, +For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes +This vault a feasting presence full of light. +Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. +Laying PARIS in the tomb + +How oft when men are at the point of death +Have they been merry! which their keepers call +A lightning before death: O, how may I +Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife! +Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, +Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: +Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet +Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, +And death's pale flag is not advanced there. +Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? +O, what more favour can I do to thee, +Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain +To sunder his that was thine enemy? +Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet, +Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe +That unsubstantial death is amorous, +And that the lean abhorred monster keeps +Thee here in dark to be his paramour? +For fear of that, I still will stay with thee; +And never from this palace of dim night +Depart again: here, here will I remain +With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here +Will I set up my everlasting rest, +And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars +From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! +Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you +The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss +A dateless bargain to engrossing death! +Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! +Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on +The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! +Here's to my love! +Drinks + +O true apothecary! +Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. +Dies + +Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, FRIAR LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade + +FRIAR LAURENCE +Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night +Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's there? +BALTHASAR +Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well. +FRIAR LAURENCE +Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, +What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light +To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern, +It burneth in the Capel's monument. +BALTHASAR +It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, +One that you love. +FRIAR LAURENCE +Who is it? +BALTHASAR +Romeo. +FRIAR LAURENCE +How long hath he been there? +BALTHASAR +Full half an hour. +FRIAR LAURENCE +Go with me to the vault. +BALTHASAR +I dare not, sir +My master knows not but I am gone hence; +And fearfully did menace me with death, +If I did stay to look on his intents. +FRIAR LAURENCE +Stay, then; I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me: +O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing. +BALTHASAR +As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, +I dreamt my master and another fought, +And that my master slew him. +FRIAR LAURENCE +Romeo! +Advances + +Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains +The stony entrance of this sepulchre? +What mean these masterless and gory swords +To lie discolour'd by this place of peace? +Enters the tomb + +Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too? +And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour +Is guilty of this lamentable chance! +The lady stirs. +JULIET wakes + +JULIET +O comfortable friar! where is my lord? +I do remember well where I should be, +And there I am. Where is my Romeo? +Noise within + +FRIAR LAURENCE +I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest +Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep: +A greater power than we can contradict +Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away. +Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; +And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee +Among a sisterhood of holy nuns: +Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; +Come, go, good Juliet, +Noise again + +I dare no longer stay. +JULIET +Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. +Exit FRIAR LAURENCE + +What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand? +Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: +O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop +To help me after? I will kiss thy lips; +Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, +To make die with a restorative. +Kisses him + +Thy lips are warm. +First Watchman +[Within] Lead, boy: which way? +JULIET +Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! +Snatching ROMEO's dagger + +This is thy sheath; +Stabs herself + +there rust, and let me die. +Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies + +Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS + +PAGE +This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn. +First Watchman +The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard: +Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach. +Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain, +And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead, +Who here hath lain these two days buried. +Go, tell the prince: run to the Capulets: +Raise up the Montagues: some others search: +We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; +But the true ground of all these piteous woes +We cannot without circumstance descry. +Re-enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR + +Second Watchman +Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard. +First Watchman +Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither. +Re-enter others of the Watch, with FRIAR LAURENCE + +Third Watchman +Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps: +We took this mattock and this spade from him, +As he was coming from this churchyard side. +First Watchman +A great suspicion: stay the friar too. +Enter the PRINCE and Attendants + +PRINCE +What misadventure is so early up, +That calls our person from our morning's rest? +Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and others + +CAPULET +What should it be, that they so shriek abroad? +LADY CAPULET +The people in the street cry Romeo, +Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run, +With open outcry toward our monument. +PRINCE +What fear is this which startles in our ears? +First Watchman +Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain; +And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, +Warm and new kill'd. +PRINCE +Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. +First Watchman +Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man; +With instruments upon them, fit to open +These dead men's tombs. +CAPULET +O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! +This dagger hath mista'en--for, lo, his house +Is empty on the back of Montague,-- +And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom! +LADY CAPULET +O me! this sight of death is as a bell, +That warns my old age to a sepulchre. +Enter MONTAGUE and others + +PRINCE +Come, Montague; for thou art early up, +To see thy son and heir more early down. +MONTAGUE +Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; +Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: +What further woe conspires against mine age? +PRINCE +Look, and thou shalt see. +MONTAGUE +O thou untaught! what manners is in this? +To press before thy father to a grave? +PRINCE +Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, +Till we can clear these ambiguities, +And know their spring, their head, their +true descent; +And then will I be general of your woes, +And lead you even to death: meantime forbear, +And let mischance be slave to patience. +Bring forth the parties of suspicion. +FRIAR LAURENCE +I am the greatest, able to do least, +Yet most suspected, as the time and place +Doth make against me of this direful murder; +And here I stand, both to impeach and purge +Myself condemned and myself excused. +PRINCE +Then say at once what thou dost know in this. +FRIAR LAURENCE +I will be brief, for my short date of breath +Is not so long as is a tedious tale. +Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; +And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: +I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day +Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death +Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from the city, +For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined. +You, to remove that siege of grief from her, +Betroth'd and would have married her perforce +To County Paris: then comes she to me, +And, with wild looks, bid me devise some mean +To rid her from this second marriage, +Or in my cell there would she kill herself. +Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art, +A sleeping potion; which so took effect +As I intended, for it wrought on her +The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo, +That he should hither come as this dire night, +To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, +Being the time the potion's force should cease. +But he which bore my letter, Friar John, +Was stay'd by accident, and yesternight +Return'd my letter back. Then all alone +At the prefixed hour of her waking, +Came I to take her from her kindred's vault; +Meaning to keep her closely at my cell, +Till I conveniently could send to Romeo: +But when I came, some minute ere the time +Of her awaking, here untimely lay +The noble Paris and true Romeo dead. +She wakes; and I entreated her come forth, +And bear this work of heaven with patience: +But then a noise did scare me from the tomb; +And she, too desperate, would not go with me, +But, as it seems, did violence on herself. +All this I know; and to the marriage +Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this +Miscarried by my fault, let my old life +Be sacrificed, some hour before his time, +Unto the rigour of severest law. +PRINCE +We still have known thee for a holy man. +Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this? +BALTHASAR +I brought my master news of Juliet's death; +And then in post he came from Mantua +To this same place, to this same monument. +This letter he early bid me give his father, +And threatened me with death, going in the vault, +I departed not and left him there. +PRINCE +Give me the letter; I will look on it. +Where is the county's page, that raised the watch? +Sirrah, what made your master in this place? +PAGE +He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave; +And bid me stand aloof, and so I did: +Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb; +And by and by my master drew on him; +And then I ran away to call the watch. +PRINCE +This letter doth make good the friar's words, +Their course of love, the tidings of her death: +And here he writes that he did buy a poison +Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal +Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet. +Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague! +See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, +That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love. +And I for winking at your discords too +Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd. +CAPULET +O brother Montague, give me thy hand: +This is my daughter's jointure, for no more +Can I demand. +MONTAGUE +But I can give thee more: +For I will raise her statue in pure gold; +That while Verona by that name is known, +There shall no figure at such rate be set +As that of true and faithful Juliet. +CAPULET +As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie; +Poor sacrifices of our enmity! +PRINCE +A glooming peace this morning with it brings; +The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: +Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; +Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: +For never was a story of more woe +Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. +Exeunt \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/main.cpp b/main.cpp new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4b84c36 --- /dev/null +++ b/main.cpp @@ -0,0 +1,47 @@ +#include "InputProcessor.h" // our custom InputProcessor class +#include "OutputProcessor.h" // our custom OutputProcessor class + +#include // for cout, endl +#include // for string +#include // for vector +using namespace std; // so we don't have to type std:: every time + +int main() { + // create an input processor object + InputProcessor iProcessor; + + // open a stream to input from + if (!iProcessor.openStream()) { + // if stream failed to open, quit the program + cerr << "Shutting down..." << endl; + return -1; + } + // read the data on the stream + iProcessor.read(); + // close the input stream + iProcessor.closeStream(); + + // retrieve all the words read from the stream + std::vector inputWords = iProcessor.getAllWords(); + + // create an output processor object + OutputProcessor oProcessor; + // analyze the words and ignore the specified punctuation + oProcessor.analyzeWords(inputWords, "?!.,;:\"()_-'&[]"); + // open a stream to output to + if (!oProcessor.openStream()) { + // if stream failed to open, quit the program + cerr << "Shutting down..." << endl; + return -2; + } + // write the data to the stream + oProcessor.write(); + // close the output stream + oProcessor.closeStream(); + + // signal to user program has completed + cout << "Analysis complete, check file for results" << endl; + + // end our program! + return 0; +} \ No newline at end of file