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.
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!
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.