Reading Help THE TRAGEDY OF ROMEO AND JULIET
2. Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here, tarry for the `
` mourners, and stay dinner. `
` Exeunt. `
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` ACT V. Scene I. `
` Mantua. A street. `
` `
` Enter Romeo. `
` `
` Rom. 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 breath'd such life with kisses in my lips `
` That I reviv'd and was an emperor. `
` Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, `
` When but love's shadows are so rich in joy! `
` `
` Enter Romeo's Man 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. `
` Man. 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. `
` Rom. Is it e'en so? Then I defy you, stars! `
` Thou knowest my lodging. Get me ink and paper `
` And hire posthorses. I will hence to-night. `
` Man. I do beseech you, sir, have patience. `
` Your looks are pale and wild and do import `
` Some misadventure. `
` Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd. `
` Leave me and do the thing I bid thee do. `
` Hast thou no letters to me from the friar? `
` Man. No, my good lord. `
` Rom. 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 'a dwells, which late I noted `
` In tatt'red 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 scattered, 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. `
` `
` Apoth. Who calls so loud? `
` Rom. 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 mall fall dead, `
` And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath `
` As violently as hasty powder fir'd `
` Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. `
` Apoth. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law `
` Is death to any he that utters them. `
` Rom. Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness `
` And fearest 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. `
` Apoth. My poverty but not my will consents. `
` Rom. I pay thy poverty and not thy will. `
` Apoth. 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. `
` Rom. There is thy gold- worse poison to men's souls, `
` Doing more murther 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. `
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` Scene II. `
` Verona. Friar Laurence's cell. `
` `
` Enter Friar John to Friar Laurence. `
` `
` John. Holy Franciscan friar, brother, ho! `
` `
` Enter Friar Laurence. `
` `
` Laur. 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. `
` John. Going to find a barefoot 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. `
` Laur. Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo? `
` John. I could not send it- here it is again- `
` Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, `
` So fearful were they of infection. `
` Laur. 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. `
` John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. Exit. `
` Laur. Now, must I to the monument alone. `
` Within this 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, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! Exit. `
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` Scene III. `
` Verona. A churchyard; in it the monument of the Capulets. `
` `
` Enter Paris and his Page with flowers and [a torch]. `
` `
` Par. Give me thy torch, boy. Hence, and stand aloof. `
` Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. `
` Under yond yew tree 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.] `
` Par. 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. `
` Whistle Boy. `
` 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, a mattock, `
` and a crow of iron. `
` `
` Rom. 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, `
`
` mourners, and stay dinner. `
` Exeunt. `
` `
` `
` `
` `
` <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM `
` SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY, INC., AND IS `
` PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY `
` WITH PERMISSION. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE `
` DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS `
` PERSONAL USE ONLY, AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED `
` COMMERCIALLY. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY `
` SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP.>> `
` `
` `
` `
` ACT V. Scene I. `
` Mantua. A street. `
` `
` Enter Romeo. `
` `
` Rom. 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 breath'd such life with kisses in my lips `
` That I reviv'd and was an emperor. `
` Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, `
` When but love's shadows are so rich in joy! `
` `
` Enter Romeo's Man 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. `
` Man. 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. `
` Rom. Is it e'en so? Then I defy you, stars! `
` Thou knowest my lodging. Get me ink and paper `
` And hire posthorses. I will hence to-night. `
` Man. I do beseech you, sir, have patience. `
` Your looks are pale and wild and do import `
` Some misadventure. `
` Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd. `
` Leave me and do the thing I bid thee do. `
` Hast thou no letters to me from the friar? `
` Man. No, my good lord. `
` Rom. 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 'a dwells, which late I noted `
` In tatt'red 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 scattered, 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. `
` `
` Apoth. Who calls so loud? `
` Rom. 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 mall fall dead, `
` And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath `
` As violently as hasty powder fir'd `
` Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. `
` Apoth. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law `
` Is death to any he that utters them. `
` Rom. Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness `
` And fearest 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. `
` Apoth. My poverty but not my will consents. `
` Rom. I pay thy poverty and not thy will. `
` Apoth. 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. `
` Rom. There is thy gold- worse poison to men's souls, `
` Doing more murther 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. `
` Verona. Friar Laurence's cell. `
` `
` Enter Friar John to Friar Laurence. `
` `
` John. Holy Franciscan friar, brother, ho! `
` `
` Enter Friar Laurence. `
` `
` Laur. 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. `
` John. Going to find a barefoot 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. `
` Laur. Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo? `
` John. I could not send it- here it is again- `
` Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, `
` So fearful were they of infection. `
` Laur. 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. `
` John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. Exit. `
` Laur. Now, must I to the monument alone. `
` Within this 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, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! Exit. `
` `
` `
` `
` `
` Scene III. `
` Verona. A churchyard; in it the monument of the Capulets. `
` `
` Enter Paris and his Page with flowers and [a torch]. `
` `
` Par. Give me thy torch, boy. Hence, and stand aloof. `
` Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. `
` Under yond yew tree 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.] `
` Par. 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. `
` Whistle Boy. `
` 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, a mattock, `
` and a crow of iron. `
` `
` Rom. 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, `
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